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A Few Drinks With Butch
A Fallout 3 Fanfiction
Butch DeLoria/F! Lone Wanderer
Tags:
Alcohol / Drinking / Underage Drinking / Enemies to Friends to Lovers / and they weren't actually enemies /
Summary:
Butch and the Lone Wanderer (Evie) share a few drinks. Once in the Vault, once in Rivet City, and once in the wastes.
Each time, they grow a little closer than before.
((AO3))
She yawned, waiting in the deepest part of Vault 101 for Butch. She had taken a bottle of rum from the storage room- nothing would keep her out of the locks- and had been patiently waiting for hours in the pitch dark for her opportunity to drink for the first time.
She leaned against the metal wall of the vault and held in a yawn, hearing security marching just beyond the door. She would have to wait a little longer.
Evie checked her Pip-Boy and rolled her eyes at the time. Just past 11 PM. It was just like Butch to stand her up, must've been too busy with his "gang" to have a quick drink. Oh well. She'd just drink it alone.
She waited until she couldn't hear security any longer, and uncorked her bottle of alcohol. Just her, some rum, and a bottle of Nuka in the dark. She deftly popped the cap off, tucked it in her pocket for her collection. She then took a long drink of her soda. She leaned against the metal wall, stretching her legs out in front of her and crossed her ankles. She lifted the bottle to her lips.
Before she could take a shot from the bottle, the door slid open and a figure walked in.
Evie jumped and retreated farther into the darkness, unable to identify the man blocking the door. Her back met the cold wall after quite a few scoots, and her heart stopped. There was nowhere to retreat to. Hopefully it wasn't the guards and she could return to her drink before she had to sleep for the GOAT tomorrow.
"Nosebleed?" Came the voice quietly, the door sliding shut and blanketing them in darkness.
Just Butch, late.
Evie snorted and rolled her eyes, the noise giving away her location in the dark room. She heard him walk across the room, boots almost squeaking against the tile. She felt his warm body brush her shoulder, then him sitting down flush against her side. She took a swig from the bottle of rum and passed it to him in while suppressing a cough, unsure of what to say. If she should say anything at all.
Warm fingers brushed hers, and the bottle was taken away from her hand, shockingly gently.
She heard an unusual sound, more than just the usual creak and noise of the vault suits they both wore. Something different, another kind of material. He was wearing something new.
She stopped for a second, faltering when she passed her open Nuka-Cola. She didn't say anything yet, unsure of the words to use.
Butch passed the liquor again, and she took another drink.
It was silent and dark in the hidden room, the two Vault dwellers sharing a tender moment.
"... Butch." she said after a moment, almost coughing on the alcohol she swallowed. It burned her all the way down. She almost didn’t hate it. She took another swig and passed it to him.
"...Evie." he replied simply.
Evie hummed and sipped their open soda.
"What's that you got on?" She asked after a moment. No need for light. Butch shifted beside her, his new article of clothing brushing against her clothed arm. It felt warm.
He shrugged, nudging her a little, not giving her an answer. She rolled her eyes. She'll see it tomorrow, anyway.
Silence settled over the couple, but the drinking continued. The GOAT was in the morning. They would have to go back to their normal roles in the morning.
When morning comes, she'd be back to being an aloof outcast, and Butch back to being her bully.
But... As they sat in the darkness, she felt a different kind of feeling blooming in her chest. They didn't need to speak, the quiet passing of soda and alcohol all the conversation they needed.
Evie wrinkled her nose as she walked into the bar of Rivet City. It stank of stale beer and unwashed bodies. Her gut twisted as she wandered to the bar, her heart almost stopping when she saw Vault-Tec blue and embroidered leather. Her throat closed up, and she quietly walked up to the vault dweller. Tears almost formed in her eyes, the worn Tunnel Snakes leather jacket and vault suit he wore was almost an exact copy of what she was wearing..
She was wearing her own vault suit. His Tunnel Snakes jacket. And there Butch was... Sipping a beer, playing with his switchblade.
Undetected, she sat down on the stool beside him, and gently reached out to touch his Pip-Boy to catch his attention. She forced up a small smile for him, his attention immediately on her once he realized who she was.
She quickly ordered their usual, a bottle of rum, and two Nukas.
"...Butch." she said quietly, hardly heard above the noise of the bar.
One side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk, and her heart started melting. It really was him.
He responded kindly, their usual greeting, "Lone."
Evie smiled a little, noticing his slightly tipsy demeanor a mile away. His cheeks were a little flushed, and that soft look was creeping into his beautiful blue eyes.
"How about we go drink somewhere a little more comfortable? I'll pay for it." Evie offered, Butch nodded. Evie flagged the bartender down and ordered a bottle and some sodas. The bartender slid over her requested beverages and took her offered caps. Butch seemed a little intrigued at her offer, they hadn't seen each other in many, many months at this point.
Leaving the vault only felt like yesterday to Evie, but it had been months, almost a year. She hadn't seen Butch since her escape.
Their last moments together were strained, words left unsaid.
During her escape from the vault, she saved his alcoholic mother from radroaches. Butch had taken the leather Tunnel Snakes jacket off his back and put it on her, and she had to leave. No time for any word then.
No time for words when she returned, either.
Butch agreed to go with her after a tense moment, but followed her near-silently as she guided them out of the bar and to a quiet spot elsewhere.
She sat against the metal structure of Rivet City, and Butch followed her after a moment, sitting against the wall, leaving a few feet of space between them. Something hurt within Evie at his simple action, and she held in a sigh. She uncorked the bottle of alcohol and put it between them, then quickly popped both Nukas open… then she slid the metal tops over to Butch without hesitation. Not like she was hurting for caps.
The silence was awkward, neither of them knowing what to say. Evie, never having been one for words, didn't try. There was so much she could say. Nothing she wanted to say. Butch usually did enough talking for the both of them.
“Say, you still a, eh-hem…” she held in a snicker, “barber?”
Butch rolled his eyes, answering her question with his own, “you still a vault loyalty inspector?”
This made her crack, and Evie started giggling. The GOAT felt like ages ago.
She nodded at his question, still giggling, “well… let's just say my talents would've been wasted in that career. Many, many, more locks out here.” Evie took a few shots from the bottle and quickly chased it with lukewarm Nuka-Cola. She passed the liquor.
“At least we're not stuck in that tin can anymore.” Butch said after a moment, greedily drinking from the liquor bottle.
Evie couldn't help but agree.
“We’re free to roam the wastes as we please now.” She said, clicking her radio to GNR to fill the silence.
Butch couldn't help but agree with her.
It had been a long, long day of traveling the wasteland.
Evie was squatting in front of a door to an abandoned house, working a few picks on the lock, his gaze burning holes in the back of her jumpsuit.
“Turn around and stop staring.” Evie said, getting annoyed. She slipped the picks from the lock and turned around to stare at Butch.
“Babydoll, that Vault Suit makes your ass look a-mazing.” He said casually, shooting her a wink to punctuate his flirtatious sentence. “I'd be the happiest man alive if you'd let me touch it.”
Of course he made a quick quip about her ass looking great in her vault suit. Evie rolled her eyes and went back to work, trying to make the best of the last of the daylight.
After another few minutes, she popped the lock open, and she eased the door open, hoping there wasn't a trap.
Nothing happened, and she opened the door completely.
Evie looked around the home, there were surprisingly no bodies inside, and it wasn't completely falling apart. It would be suitable for a few nights rest.
“We'll make camp here, it's getting late and we both need rest.” Evie stated, ushering Butch into the home. She turned up the radio on her Pip-Boy and started unpacking. A can of cram, a loaf of bread, and her Vault 101 flask. Butch pulled out his own contributions to dinner, clean water and some snack cakes.
Good enough.
Cheri smiled a little as she heated the cram up, almost feeling like she was safe in the vault again.
When she came back, she found Butch drinking from her flask and the bread cut up.
“Hey now, that's mine.” She chuckled, setting the warmed can down between them. She took the flask from his hands with a wink and took a drink from it, finding it to be lighter than she wanted.
Butch laughed, and procured his own flask, a matching Vault 101 flask. Likely filled with something different than she was drinking.
They quietly ate dinner, finding it to be pretty satisfying after such a long day of walking and shooting raiders.
#fallout 3#butch deloria/female lone wanderer#butch deloria#butch deloria/lone wanderer#bear writes#my art#my fanfics#bear babbles
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Charon: ...Yer tellin' me yer whole life's career down in da vault was determined on whether ya did good on stupid piece of paper?
Branwen: Yep, I got chaplain...
Charon, snorts: You a CHAPLAIN?! *chortles* what a load of crap! haha...
Branwen: *chuckles* Yeah, it was load of crap. Even Mr. Brotch knew it was a load of crap, that's why he let me tweak my results a little...
Butch, spits out his beer: You..th-What?! THAT WAS AN OPTION?! I DIDN'T HAVE TO BE A STUPID HAIRDRESSER?!
Branwen: Yep, but I'm doubtful Mr. Brotch would've let you change your results, Butch.
Butch: Why not?
Branwen: Cos he didn't hate me... He didn't like me either, but he didn't hate me.
Butch: Bullshit!
#fallout incorrect quotes#fallout 3#female lone wanderer#lone wanderer oc: Branwen Church#butch deloria#fo3 charon#fallout ghouls#platonic relationships
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Dogmeat (Butch Deloria First Kiss Drabble)
Word Count: 888
The Lone Wanderer was lying on her side on a dirty old mattress in the back room of an old gas station, dreading the feeling of the heat of the day beginning to creep in. She wanted a few more hours sleep, but that grew harder and harder with every degree the temperature increased.
Butch was awake. She could tell by the sounds of him shuffling around, not trying nearly hard enough to be quiet for her liking. There was a familiar clinking of tin cans.
Dogmeat made a curious noise, and there was a quiet crash that she assumed was Butch dropping something. As big and bad and tough as he tried to make himself out to be, he was pretty obviously terrified of Dogmeat.
She could hardly blame him. She loved Dogmeat dearly, but he was a big, mangy mutt who charged supermutants with no hesitation. There were no dogs in the vault, so Butch didn’t know what to make of him. Of course, when she left the vault, she’d never seen a dog either, but she had the benefits of several weeks of bonding with him before Butch came along.
Butch always tried to put as much space as possible between himself and the dog, and Dogmeat seemed content to let him. That was just fine by her. Being slightly on edge made Butch just a little bit less unbearable.
She couldn’t help but stifle a snicker every time he jumped or started when Dogmeat made too sudden a move. It was, admittedly, pretty cute.
“What do you want, man?” Butch muttered.
She cracked an eye open to see Butch standing over the dog, holding a tin of pork n’ beans. Dogmeat was sitting down, staring up at Butch with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Butch hesitated.
“You hungry, boy?” he asked after a moment. Dogmeat barked, standing up. Butch flinched back. “Woah, shh, shh, don’t wanna wake sleeping beauty over there, okay, boy? Here, just let me…” He set the tin down and began rifling through his pack, and then pulled out some strips of mole rat meat. “Here you go.” He tossed one at Dogmeat, who caught it in his mouth and chowed down happily.
Butch watched him, and the no-longer-lone wanderer watched Butch, her lips curling into a soft smile. Dogmeat finished the strip quickly, and then turned back to Butch, tail wagging, mouth open.
“Still hungry? Okay, fine.” Butch tossed him another strip. They repeated this process a few more times, and she watched as the tension in Butch’s shoulders started to fade. For the last strip of meat, he no longer tossed it, but fed the dog directly from his hand. As Dogmeat licked his fingers, Butch pulled his hand back with a laugh. “Gross.” He wiped his hand on his vault suit.
When Dogmeat was finished, he sat back on his haunches again, looking at Butch expectantly.
“That was the last one, sorry boy.”
The dog made another inquisitive noise, and then stood up and trotted over to Butch again. Butch tensed, but Dogmeat just lightly headbutted him in the leg. He stayed stiff for a moment, and then put his hand on the dog’s head, petting him cautiously.
Dogmeat’s tail was wagging as he leant into Butch’s touch. Butch relaxed a little, petting him more enthusiastically.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “Who’s a good boy?”
Lone couldn’t help but grin now. She sat up, leaning up on her elbow. Butch straightened up immediately.
“How long have you been awake?” he asked, suspiciously.
“Long enough that I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna be able to fall back to sleep.” She pushed herself up and got to her feet.
As she walked towards Butch, for a moment he looked just as nervous as he had when Dogmeat first approached him.
“You’re adorable,” she said, touching the lapels of his jacket. His eyes widened as she closed the gap between them. On tiptoes, she drew him towards her, and he came willingly, his hands falling to her hips as she pressed her lips to his.
Even though she had telegraphed this, he still let out a little gasp at the sudden contact. She smoothed her hands up his chest and shoulders, until her arms were wrapped around his neck.
Seeming to snap out of the daze he was in, he tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her against him. He was a little rough in a way that she found herself enjoying more than she should as he laced his fingers into her hair and gave a little tug.
A gasp escaped her lips and he took advantage, sliding his tongue into her mouth. When they pulled apart, they were both breathing hard.
“What was that for?” Butch asked, trying to get his breath back.
“Like I said, you’re adorable.” A soft weight pressed against her thigh, and she looked down to see Dogmeat nudging her. She giggled, squatting down to pet him.
“Wow, maybe if I get lucky, you’ll like me almost as much as you like that damn dog,” said Butch sarcastically, but there was no heat in his voice. From his position standing over her, he gently pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, leaving a trail of heat in the wake of his finger.
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Salt and Vinegar, Chapter 7: Return of the Tunnel Snakes
Universe: Fallout 3
Pairing: f!Lone Wanderer x Butch DeLoria
Rating: M
Prompt: Felicity escapes Vault 101 in pursuit of her father, and her childhood bully follows suit. A reimagining of Fallout 3, but if Butch was by the Lone Wanderer’s side the entire time.
Chapter Summary: Felicity and Butch make their way to Galaxy News Radio.
Warnings: Explicit language, descriptions of corpses, threats of violence/bodily harm, (and non-con if you squint), violence, death
Tags/Tropes: Enemies to friends to lovers, there was only one bed, angst, emotional hurt/comfort
#fallout#fallout 3#butch deloria#mine: salt and vinegar#butch x lone wanderer#lone wanderer#lone wanderer x butch#butch fallout 3#butch fallout#fallout 3 butch#lone wanderer fo3#female lone wanderer#the lone wanderer#fallout 3 moira#sarah lyons#sarah lyons fo3#sarah fo3
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Gift.
#drawing#illustration#doodle#comicstyle#my comic#doodlepanel#fallout#fallout 3#fo3#fallout lone wanderer#lone wanderer oc#fallout 3 lone wanderer#Fallout 3 James#butch deloria#female lone wanderer#L.W.#easy living
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more fanfic this time with character death and angst
#fallout 3#fo3#butch deloria#female lone wanderer#angst#fallout 3 fanfic#fallout fanfic#mira#ocposting#fallout
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GUYYSSSSSSS
Too Much has Fallen in Mine (4284 words) by Azures_Grace
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Fallout (Video Games), Fallout 3
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: James & Lone Wanderer (Fallout), Amata Almodovar & Lone Wanderer, Lone Wanderer & Jonas Palmer (Fallout)
Characters: Female Lone Wanderer (Fallout), OC: Felicity, Lone Wanderer (Fallout), Amata Almodovar, Jonas Palmer, Paul Hannon Jr, James (Fallout), Butch DeLoria, Alphonse Almodovar, Various 101 residents and security
Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Explicit Language, it mentions people having porn at the start but it's brief and not in any detail, ahaha Felicity is bi we'll get to that later, mfw my dad fucking leaves:, tunnel snakes rule 👍👍, beta'd!, Canon-Typical Violence, Radroaches, character kills a guy, Murder, Felicity didn't read the entries on the Overseer's computer she's gonna be so lost
Summary:
“What's going on? Why is there an alarm?”
“Your dad left the fucking vault!”
Hi guys, I'm writing a fic for Felicity, while she's looking for her dad. FALLOUT 3 BAYBEEEEEEEEE
CHAPTER TWO GUYSSSSSSS
#azure made a post#Azure writed#fallout#fallout 3#fo3#fo3 oc: Felicity#lone wanderer#amata almodovar#james fo3#butch deloria#my pookus.... here for only a moment........#i don't have any biases why would you ask ahahaha...#TMHFIM
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Fallout Casting for Satoru "Kakashi-sensei" Gojojojo for Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged react fic
"Five bucks and I'll tongue punch your fart box." - Satoru Gojo, Episode 3 JJK Abridged (by The Schmuck Squad).
Reasons To Why I Believe These Characters Should Be Cast As The Variant of JJK Abridge's Satoru Gojo are listed below the cut:
Elrand Brandt (Fallout Vault Dweller OC, faceclaim Jason Statham) -> In his twenties and had told the Master to kill himself.
Finidy Mona (Fallout 2 Chosen One OC, faceclaim Jessica Alba) -> "Chosen One" will be as close to "Honored One" as Fallout will get.
Alph Dolen (Fallout 3 Lone Wanderer OC, faceclaim Sam Blackensee. Has transformed into a Ghoul) -> Fawkes talked about how it was his destiny to save Project Purity and his hopes and dreams died in his early twenties.
Raul Alfonso Tejada (a ghoul mechanic that helps out Ryder in Fallout New Vegas, follows her around after she saved him on Black Mountain and is inspired to pick up his guns again to protect those of lesser fortune) -> He's badass and voiced by Danny Trejo. Also got very father-figure vibes going on. And lost a young female companion (his sister) like Gojo had (Riko) whom they were both trying to protect.
Nate Gust Sarid (Fallout 4 Sole Survivor OC, faceclaim Steven He. He is a Synthetic Human) -> The SPECIAL cheat stats make a lot more sense with him given the context that he's a synth, which could be similar to Gojo's cheat skills in general. Not to mention they're both (basically) fathers (Shaun for Nate and Yuji & Megumi for Gojo).
Vega (Fallout 76 Resident OC, faceclaim Yvonne Strahovski. Has transformed into a Super Mutant) -> Both are selfish and have unbreakable egos.
Tycho (from Fallout, a Nevada ranger who's wandered the Wasteland of California, he helps Elrand beat Gizmo and takes on the Master's Super Mutant army) -> Hides his face and a total all around badass.
Roger Westin (from Fallout 2, an NCR congressman fighting against the corruption within the New California Republic with underhanded tactics to build a peaceful, civil expansion into the north) -> Badass breaking the rules to do the right thing.
Butch DeLoria (from Fallout 3, Alph's former childhood bully in Vault 101, now one of his closest allies after the Lone Wanderer saved the life of Butch's mother from Radroaches. After Alph and Amata we're run out of the Vault, Butch helped build up the rebellion against Overseer Almodovar, and had managed to slip out of the vault to get Alph and Amata's help. After resolving the issue, Butch joined up with Alph and Amata to wander the Capital Wasteland, becoming the founding members of the newest Tunnel Snakes) -> He's rocking a style and while he can come off as a jerk, he's got a heart of gold, though never a push-over.
Joshua Graham (from Fallout New Vegas' Honest Hearts DLC, Joshua is Caesar's former Legate, now known as "the Burned Man", he resides in Zion to help the Dead Horses (as well as Daniel and the Sorrows) against the threat of the White Legs. Ryder gets some very important insight from him on how to deal with Caesar's Legion) -> Okay, so his eyes aren't blindfolded, but he is bandaged up elsewhere. And not to mention his voice is captivating. And he'd probably despise his Gojo variant which makes for some humorous opportunities.
Deacon (from Fallout 4, the Railroad's top intelligence agent and overall the best spymaster you'll ever meet, he trains Nate in the art of espionage and being a better liar. Had given Nate trust issues for a while when partnered together. He also helps Nate discover he is a synth and come to terms with his newfound existence) -> He's got the charisma. He's got the sunglasses. He's got the lies and the confidence. He's got the vibe of a responsible irresponsible adult. He's got the vibes of a back-alley drug dealer guaranteed to give you the good stuff and be there with you to make sure it goes alright. He's probably stolen caps from Carrington. He's the man. The goat. The guy the Railroad keep around because he's really good at his job even if his tactics are questionable sometimes.
Remember, for the alternative option, REBLOG and put in the tags WHO else from the Fallout franchise should be Abridged!Gojo and WHY you think they'd better suit the role.
I've also created and will continue to update (until the polling is done) a Master List for the poll results of the casted winners. You can find it right here.
You can find my Fallout OC profiles Master List right here, which also includes a link to the original post where I pitched my react fic idea. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, chow!
#fallout#jujutsu kaisen abridged#casting#react fic#polls#satoru gojo#the vault dweller#oc: elrand brandt#fallout 2#the chosen one#oc: finidy mona#fallout 3#the lone wanderer#oc: alph dolen#fallout new vegas#raul alfonso tejada#fallout 4#the sole survivor#oc: nate gust sarid#fallout 76#the resident#oc: vega#fallout tycho#tycho#roger westin#butch deloria#joshua graham#fo4 deacon#deacon#again must reiterate the alternative option means you REBLOG and put in the tags WHO you want from fallout to be casted and explain WHY
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the fires of youth, a novel of juvenile waywardness butch deloria & female lone wanderer (platonic, gen) 2164 words | teen | pulp, dirty jokes, mentions of cannibalism
Thanks to Dogmeat's nose of supreme detection, a bantering Sam and Butch happen across boxes full of old-school, pre-war pulp fiction novels.
As soon as Sam heard Butch's stomach growl all the way through his leather armor, she knew the complaining was only moments away.
"Hey, uh," Butch started, jogging to catch up with her, "do they ever eat people out here?"
Sam stopped, letting her rifle hang limply in her hands. Memories flashed through her mind, hanging bodies, chopped up organs, bloody tendrils strung about like they were drying for a proper meat show.
"No," she lied, then kept walking. "If you try to eat me, I'll shoot you in the face."
"I'd like to see you try," he muttered, hanging back again with Dogmeat, whose nose was pressed firmly to the ground.
"I already told you I have some cans in my backpack."
"I don't want that nasty shit. It's old as hell."
Sam sighed loudly and turned around, making him nearly bump into her. "Yeah, it is, and so's everything else out here. It would be safer to eat two hundred year old pork and beans than one of the people I've met out here."
"Can we make camp then? Jesus, I'm starving."
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Title: Goody Goody For Me, Goody Goody For Her
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fallout (Video Games), Fallout 3 Rating: T Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence (later) Relationships: Butch DeLoria/Female Lone Wanderer Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Smoking, Mentions of Sex, Pining, Slow Burn, beating people up for your girl, who isn't your girl, but you just realized you want her to be your girl, falls in love, shit when did that happen, pipboys have a message system btw i checked, Canon Compliant
Butch DeLoria was an asshole; he got it, right? He knew it, his ma knew it, the whole damn vault knew it. After years of fucking up his own life, he might as well wear it like a badge of honor. Nothing was gonna change, so why not embrace it? Grace Genevieve Halloway had to always be seen as her nickname. Gigi—goody-goody, good girl, God's Grace; the picture perfect golden girl of Vault 101. She had to keep up appearances—even if she did do naughty things behind closed doors—or else what good would she be? Gigi's reputation may be ruined by the morning, and she knew just what Vault 101 asshole that could help her out.
#surprise the fallout show came out and the hyperfixation is BACK ON#posting on ao3 but including it here bc i rarely use this acc anymore#butch deloria#butch x lw#butch x lone wanderer#butch deloria x lone wanderer#butch deloria x lw#fem lone wanderer#oc: gigi halloway#han writes#fallout 3#fo3#fallout
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MASTER FIC LIST
{ in alphabetical order cause i'm sexy like that }
pssst. green means active!
Blue Moon
deacon x male sole survivor
Deacon is a man who has lived through so many ends of the world. At least a handful, surely. He's gotten used to anticipating them. Timing them out, even. Then, he meets a man who has lived through a couple of atom bombs, and he feels an itch to check his watch. And it takes that man disappearing in a sci-fi bug zapper for shit to actually start to happen between the two of them. What a couple of stubborn pricks.
Cat Scratch Fever
butch deloria x female lone wanderer
Butch Deloria had always had bum luck. A little troubled, a little snarky, and quite possibly doomed. Everybody knew it. Janie Weissman had always been a little out there. A little temperamental, a little odd, and quite possibly suffering from a minor chemical imbalance. Everybody knew that, too. What the people of Vault 101 don't know, however, is that's just the shavings off the top of a very large iceberg. In a Vault that seems to shrink with every passing year, two restless spirits find they're more similar than they ever gave each other credit for. But will that newfound connection, the one that made underground life bearable, survive when a crack is found in the thick walls of Vault 101?
Dogfight; Mk II
deacon x female sole survivor
A woman out of time. A man out of options. And their story told out of order. Deacon has lots of rules. Rules, not to live by, but simply to stay alive by. Rule Number Twenty-Six: Never break character. Rule Number Five: No leather pants in the summertime. Rule Number Nineteen: If it's gone green, you must intervene. Rule Number Two: Never underestimate the enemy. And finally, Rule Number One. Never let your guard down. But in the end, aren't all rules doomed to be broken? It's ironic, really. All that pining over Vault 111, and when the Morningstar emerges, she seems intent on burning herself out.
Fugue State
rj maccready x sole survivor
Miriam Braxster. That's what it said on her driver's license. That's how conductors introduced her. It's a name she'd hoped one day would be printed on a brass plaque on a door in some prestigious conservatory. And it's what it said on the very top of sheet music the world didn't even get to listen to before it destroyed itself. Mac's pretty sure the only place Robert Joseph MacCready has ever been written down is on the note tucked into the basket his parents left him in.
Strange Fruit
noir! rj maccready x sole survivor
Boston. 2080. A city with as many shady secrets as it can hold, and maybe even a few more. The wealth gap keeps widening, crime isn't cleaning itself up anytime soon, and dark conspiracies run through banned papers in underground speakeasies. As if the threat of the Chinese atom bomb isn't enough. A stray comes in from the rain, and R.J. MacCready is sucked into a twisting, sordid mystery that sinks to the depths of Boston's most well kept secrets, all centered around the last girl you'd ever expect to have so many monsters in her closet. But, as Nick Valentine likes to say, one should always expect the unexpected. And looks can be very, very deceiving.
Solace, Part I: Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies
deacon x female sole survivor
Two souls marred by grief. She is a public figure. To the Commonwealth; a symbol of freedom, of resistance and strength. A prewar savior. An image He painted. He is a faceless, nameless man. A spy for an underground militant organization hanging on by a thread. A shadow of his former self. Their connection cannot be denied, even as subterfuge and paranoia runs rampant. They both have enough secrets to drown in. And they're struggling not to fall for each other.
Unobtainium
rj maccready x female sole survivor
It's often been said that R.J. MacCready has a bad attitude. He owns it. He flaunts it, at times. But when the Minutemen's growing influence leads to an encounter with General Preston Garvey himself, he's introduced to a woman who might give him a run for his money. Because Sabrina Minor, Doctor Sabrina Minor that is, is also famous for a very bad attitude. She's brilliant, and she's a pain in the ass. And unfortunately, she's about to become MacCready's problem.
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12 & 13 for ships?
(For this meme!)
I'm going to try and list some I haven't mentioned yet.
12. List 3 ships you currently love.
I'll go with some NPC ships this time!
a) Briala/Female Tabris (Dragon Age) b) Sanson/Guydelot (FFXIV) c) Yugiri/Lyse (FFXIV)
13. List 5 OTPs from past fandoms
No particular reason I am picking Fallout ships, it's just what came to mind; also I am using "OTP" loosely because I'm an inveterate multishipper.
a) Butch DeLoria/Lone Wanderer b) Amata Almodovar/Lone Wanderer c) Sarah Lyons/Lone Wanderer
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First line meme
Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.
Tagged by my bby @possumteeths <3 mwah mwah mwah
Locked in - Fallout 3: Female Lone Wander x Butch Deloria This is a dubcon fic - Lorelei and Butch are stuck in his quarters until morning
Lorelei sighed; her hand raised to knock on the door of the DeLoria’s quarters.
Devotion - Far Cry 5: Female Deputy x Joseph Seed The Hope County Sheriff's Department is freed.
The Project never sleeps.
An Assassin Calls - Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Beatrice Crane (OC) x Jacob Frye This one is my baby, I am very proud of it. Jacob and Evie meet up with a childhood friend
"Over the years I have established a number of connections across the city.”
As I Went Down To The River - Far Cry 5: Lily May Proctor (OC) x John Seed
John Seed sees a pretty woman and wants to sleep with her, Joseph says no. The title comes from a traditional American song.
Tranquillity.
Atonement - Far Cry 5: Female Deputy x Joseph Seed Heed the tags - Joseph Seed lovebombs Rook
“Bless the name of those who have dealt you blows. Be grateful to those who have caused you harm. For it is these sufferings that have led you to me.”
Kindred Spirits - Far Cry 5: Ivy-Rose Leigh (OC) x Jacob Seed
A woman goes to Hope County to die, is dragged before the Judge and he saves her life. The first line is from a song called This is War by Smile Empty Soul - Ivy-Rose is a veteran.
‘I'm just a normal man, I wouldn't hurt nothing at all, but here we are’
Down With The Devil - Stranger Things: Reader x Eddie Munson Local preacher's daughter corrupted by adorable metalhead. Fic starts with the opening monologue from Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden
Woe to you, o'er Earth and Sea.
For He Is My Shepherd, I Shall Not Want - Discord Slasher: Reader x Kyle Shepherd This fic has non-con elements - Reader is the final girl who is pursued by a man in a sheep mask
They’re dead.
Now You're Mine - The Boy 2016: Octavia Burrell (OC) x Brahms Heelshire This fic is dubcon - Octavia learns the truth about Brahms, loses her mind and stays with him
Octavia braced herself with her hands firmly clutching the sink, her head bowed as the tears fell and the full realisation of her situation finally sunk in.
A Wife For Tommy - The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Reader x Tommy Hewitt This fic contains slurs - Self-indulgent fic where the reader is my height (5ft 1in/155cm) and becomes Tommy Hewitt's teeny tiny wife.
Fuller, Travis County.
Tagging with no stress: @ventiswampwater @visceravalentines @brimbrimbrimbrim @languidcryptid
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106 (Butch Deloria First Kiss Drabble)
Word Count: 905
The Lone Wanderer burst out of Vault 106, coughing and spluttering. She took two steps out into the sunlight, and then collapsed onto her knees. Behind her, she heard Butch gasping for air. She closed her eyes.
It had all felt so real. Butch had come at her, swiping at the vulnerable, tender flesh of her throat with Toothpick.
She trusted him with her life. She wouldn’t be travelling with him if she didn’t. But it was a hard image to shake.
“Nosebleed?”
It was an old nickname. It reminded her of a younger, angrier, crueller Butch, but still, it was oddly comforting. The mean Butch of the past might’ve been a thug, but he wasn’t a murderer.
His hand landed on her shoulder. She was pretty sure he was about to help her up, but she couldn’t help the way she flinched.
“Hey, hey…” He said her name almost tenderly, pulling his hand back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Feeling her strength return, she pushed up off her knees and stood.
For the first time since they’d exited the vault, she looked at Butch. He was looking worse for wear. His eyes were red. His normally perfectly sculpted hairdo was sticking up in places. Loose locks of hair were curling down on either side of his forehead. In all honesty, she kind of liked it. She knew that if she told him what state his hair was in, he’d fix it, so she didn’t.
“We need to get out of here,” she said. “We’re too exposed.”
The sun was setting by the time they found the unoccupied ruins of an old house. There was a bed that still had a mattress, and the mattress wasn’t mouldy, so it was good enough.
The previous tenants of this place had made a makeshift firepit, so she busied herself building a fire. The roof had a gaping hole in it, which, in this case, was actually good for ventilation purposes.
As she was heating up a tin of pork n’ beans, Butch said “Are you gonna tell me what you saw in there?”
“I’m not sure you wanna know,” she said, not meeting his eyes.
“Ever since we left that place, you’ve barely looked at me! You didn’t even let me help you up earlier! So yeah, I guess I kinda wanna know what’s bothering you.”
She stared into the firepit. “You first.”
Butch let out a defeated sigh. “Okay. Alright. I saw my ma. She told me what a disappointment I am, of course. And then I saw her… I saw her…”
She looked at Butch. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking up at the sky, but not really seeing it. Given how how frightening he found the sky, that was quite something.
“She was dead,” he said at last.
Feeling a little guilty for pushing him, she shuffled closer to him. He looked away from the sky and back at her. Their eyes met. She felt a familiar warmth inside her that she’d spent the past few weeks trying to ignore, but it was getting harder and harder.
“I saw my dad,” she started. She hadn’t intended for this to be the hard thing to talk about, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, her lip wobbled. In spite of her best efforts, a couple of tears escaped.
Butch was watching her face carefully. When she seemed unable to get any other words out, he said, “Nosebleed, I’m so-”
“That wasn’t it,” she said, silencing him. “I also saw you.”
He frowned at her. “Me?”
“You and the other Tunnel Snakes. You tried to kill me.”
His brow creased. “That’s… I mean… You know I would never-”
“I know,” she said. “But it scared me.”
“Well… I’m sorry.”
That drew a laugh from her, surprising both of them. “What are you sorry for? It’s not like you actually tried to kill me.”
“I know, but…” He sighed. “I’m an asshole, right? You know that. I know that. I know I hurt you a lot when we were kids. I don’t want you being scared of me.”
“I’m not scared of you.” To demonstrate her point, she shifted closer to him. Her arm brushed against his. “If I was, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Well… Good. But you should know that I would never hurt you again. Not on purpose.”
“I know,” she said. She was leaning into his space now. His eyebrows shot up, but he opened his arms to let her get closer.
When she kissed him, it felt like something clicked into place. Tentatively, his hands fell to her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in closer.
When they separated, she was practically in his lap. He expected her to pull back fully, but instead she settled herself there, arms draped loosely over his shoulders.
“Hi,” he said, looking more flustered than she’d ever seen him.
“Hi.” She smoothed a lock of his hair back into place. She expected him to object, but was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t. “Just so you know, I know I don’t have to be scared of you. If it came to fight, I’d win.”
“Yeah? You think so?” He had a mischievous glint in his eye.
“I know so.”
“Wanna bet?”
She let out an undignified squeak as he tackled her to the floor.
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A Short-Sighted Man, Chapter 1: Prom Night
Rating: E (like, very E)
Universe: Fallout 3
Pairing: f!Lone Wanderer x Butch DeLoria
Prompt: It's prom night, and Felicity (unintentionally) makes a bet with Butch that she's not prepared to cash in. *eyebrow waggles* Eventual plot, but let's be honest, it's an excuse for me to write smut while I rewrite my currently unfinished fic with this same pairing *shrug*
Excerpt: “Come onnnn. Tell me what it was like. Vault-shattering? Toe curling?” His voice raised to a higher, mocking pitch when he continued, “Oh, Butch! Don’t stop!”
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content
Tags: Slightly canon divergent, enemies to lovers, Lone becomes a sugar momma, Butch has a plan but he falls in love, there will be plot i promise
#fallout#fallout 3#writing#butch deloria#lone wanderer#butch x lone wanderer#female lone wanderer#the lone wanderer#lone wanderer x butch#lone wanderer x butch deloria#lone wanderer fo3#fo3#butch fo3#amata fo3#amata almodovar#christine kendall#susie mack#fallout 3 butch#butch deloria x f!lone wanderer#im down so fucking bad for this greaser#fanfic#fo3 fanfic#fanfiction#archive of our own#very smutty#smut
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The capital Wasteland also has some charm.
#butch deloria#fallout 3#fallout#fanart#anna maria campbell#fo3#fallout art#butch#fo3 companion#fo3 art#butch x lone wanderer#female lone wanderer#lone wanderer#my art
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