#butch deloria/female lone wanderer

[bearcina]

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.

[harveywritings92]

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!

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Live Amata Reaction (Butch Deloria First Kiss Drabble)

Word Count: 588

Overseer Amata was fiddling with her radio. Ever since GNR’s satellite dish had been repaired, the vault had access to their radio broadcasts.

It was a real boon. The vault was her home, but even she could admit that it could be monotonous down here.

Not that that was why she’d wanted to open it. No, she knew that the dwindling population and the risk of inbreeding would’ve been the vault’s doom. And if opening up the vault meant breaking up the monotony of life underground? Well, that was just a bonus.

The radio crackled to life just in time to hear the final bars of Mighty, Mighty Man.

“What's up Wastelanders? This is Three Dog, and you're listening to GNR! That's Galaxy News Radio, in case you forgot...”

She was just in time.

Every day, she tuned in in the hopes of hearing some news of her best friend. Former best friend, she reminded herself with a wince. ‘The Lone Wanderer’, as the effusive Three Dog had nicknamed her.

“Let me ask you something, children. You hungry for some 200-year-old Salisbury steak, or you hungry for some news? I’m guessing news. Here ya go.”

Amata was sure that she probably hated her. She had turned her out, after all. It had been for the good of the vault, but she would never forget the look of betrayal on her best friend’s face.

Still Amata cared about her. She wanted to know that she was still alive. She would save the wasteland someday, Amata was sure of that much.

“And this particular piece of news is as juicy as a big old radroach steak, but it might not be appropriate for all our listeners. Little Lamplight, cover your ears.”

Amata leant in closer, curious.

“You remember the kid from Vault 101? Well, my sources are telling me that she’s now travelling around with a greasy young man in a leather jacket, who’s also a former denizen of the vault, but that ain’t all, folks…”

Butch had made it, then. Shortly after Amata had banished her best friend to the wasteland forever, Butch had cussed her out and made his own way to the surface. He had said he wasn’t going after ‘The Lone Wanderer’, but Amata had doubts about his ability to survive alone. She had never liked Butch, she was still glad to hear that they’d been reunited.

“No, our Lone Wanderer has had her fair share of companions before, but none of them like this. In fact, one of my loyal listeners over in Megaton let me know something veeeeeeery interesting.”

Amata narrowed her eyes. What was Three Dog talking about?

“You see, dear listeners, a few nights ago, those two crazy kids from Vault 101 returned to Megaton looking a little worse for wear. I’m talking bloodied, I’m talking armour in dire need of repairs, and I’m talking arguing like their lives depended on it.”

Amata relaxed a little. That was the Lone and Butch that she knew.

“And all of a sudden, this young man grabs our hero of the vault by the face and plants one on her! That’s right! He kissed her square on the mouth. From what I hear, she gave as good as she got. The two of them retired back to her place, and that’s where I’ll leave you, because some things are better left… behind closed doors… That’s all for now, folks. Stay safe out there.”

For a few moments, Amata sat in stunned silence.

“What?!” she shrieked.

Masterlists.

Taglist info.

[distractedrighter]

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

[fitcherset]

I have updated the second chapter of my story Butch DeLoria/LW!

It's about six thousand words, a bit longer than the first chapter.

In this story, James goes out from the vault before Lydia (Lone Wanderer) do the GOAT and cannot follow him. Lydia has also been the perfect daddy's girl although she wanted to be Butch's friend and have fun with him and his friends, but her dad did not let her.

I always wanted to write something like this, and also an excuse to say that I hate Amata, as Lydia. Although I couldn't do much in the game, in the shelter I helped Butch insult her, I complained about my b-day party, was nice with Mrs Palmer and gave Butch my sweetroll, if that tell you how Lydia is going to be.

Here's the summary of the chapter 2:

The link to the story in ao3 is here.

[minami-mad-fish]

Gift.

[syntheticseraph]

more fanfic this time with character death and angst

[azures-grace]

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

[simplegenius042]

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!

[jennystahl]

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."

READ THE REST HERE!

[starions]

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.

[velvet-verve]

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.

[anneapocalypse]

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

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Aight hear me out: Butch DeLoria first kiss, but at Project Purity before Lone sacrifices herself? (Bonus points if she got that Broken Steel DLC ayyyy)

Thanks for the prompt!

Project Purity (Butch Deloria First Kiss Drabble)

Word Count: 1238

Lone was pretty sure she’d been clipped by more than one bullet at this point, but she couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel much of anything, actually. Her hands were numb where they were wrapped around the gun. She wasn’t sure she could’ve put it down if she tried.

All that mattered were the waves of Enclave soldiers who were here to stop her doing what she was planning on doing.

No one could stop her. She was the saviour of the wasteland, slayer of deathclaws and friend of orphans all across the DC ruins. Not even Butch could stop her once she got the idea in her head.

Poor Butch. He might’ve whined and complained almost constantly, but since they’d reunited, he’d been a steadying presence in her life. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but he’d been a shoulder to cry on about her dad’s death, and a drinking companion, and an extra gun to watch her back, but more importantly, he’d been a friend.

She was sure he would never forgive her for what she was about to do, but someone had to do it.

“I’ll do it. I’ll start the purifier,” she said, and watched the look of relief flash across Sarah’s face.

“Like hell you will!” Butch snarled, grabbing her arm and forcing her to face him. She made eye contact with Sarah over Butch’s shoulder. Sarah gave her a small nod. “Didn’t you hear what she said? Lethal levels of radiation.”

“Butch, I have to. We don’t have time to argue over this, this whole place is about to blow.”

“Bullshit. I’m not letting you do this!”

Lone stepped closer to him. His eyes widened ever so slightly. If these were her last moments, she was going to make them count.

She grabbed him by the front of his armour and pulled him towards her. Surprisingly, he didn’t fight back. He didn’t even flinch. When she pressed her lips to his, he melted into her embrace, hands falling to her hips.

She really wished that she could savour this. His lips were a little dry, but still soft. His smell was familiar and comforting.

If only she’d done this sooner. Then she would at least have had the opportunity to kiss Butch properly before she died. As it was, all she had was this stolen moment before she had to pull back.

Butch’s eyes fluttered open, looking dazed.

“Sarah,” said Lone, and Sarah took the hint. As Lone stepped back from Butch, he tried to follow her, to hold onto her, but Sarah was faster. She grabbed Butch and held him steady, while Lone stepped through the door into the purifier.

“NO! NO!” Butch fought against Sarah’s hold, but with power armour, he was no match for her. Only when the door had sealed shut behind her did Sarah release him.

Lone heard him pounding on the window, a cruel parody of her own position when her father had done the same thing. She swallowed. The air in here was hot and every breath itched.

“PLEASE! NO! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” Butch’s words were heavy with sobs now. It took everything in her to make her way to control panel and switch the purifier on.

Her vision was starting to blur as she inputted the code. Butch’s voice sounded like it was getting further and further away.

But she’d done it. She’d turned the purifier on. Her sacrifice wasn’t for nothing. As her world went black, all she could hear were Butch’s screams.

*

Her head was pounding. Was this death? If it was, then the world was crueller than she’d imagined. She had thought she might at least have a chance to rest now.

There was light behind her eyelids, but they were too heavy to lift. There was something pressing hard against her hand. It was sharp and painful. She wanted to get rid of it, but she couldn’t move.

There was a sudden rush of cold in her hand, and then the world faded again.

The next time she awoke, she actually managed to open her eyes. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar, but there were big windows letting in a lot of natural light.

She blinked. Her eyes were itchy. She couldn’t make sense of her surroundings.

“Nosebleed?” That was Butch’s voice. She tried to turn her head towards the source of the voice, but her neck ached. “Are you awake?”

She opened her mouth to say yes, but all that came out was a scratchy sort of groan. She was suddenly aware of how dry her mouth is.

Eventually, she managed to squeeze out the word, “hurts.”

“I’ll call the doctor,” said Butch. “I’ll get them to give you more Med-X.”

The doctor. Once upon a time, the only doctor that either her or Butch knew was her father, but he was long gone now. Tears pricked her eyes, but she felt too dehydrated to cry.

Her eyes fell closed. She heard more people talking now, something about dosages and drips and more things she couldn’t understand. The one steady, constant thing was the feeling of a warm hand in hers. She slept.

The third time she awoke, Butch was sleeping. She was feeling far more alive, and much better hydrated now. Her companion was laying back in his chair, socked feet resting on the edge of her bed.

She couldn’t help but crack a smile. She was sure the doctor would’ve told him not to do that, and Butch was never one to do as he was told.

He looked exhausted. There were dark circles under his eyes and his face was unshaven. She decided to let him sleep.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before a doctor came back in to check on her. He spoke at full volume, with no care for her sleeping guest, and Butch jolted awake, fumbling for his knife as if he feared attack.

“It’s okay, Butch,” she said. Her throat felt a lot better, her voice clearer. Butch dropped his hands, embarrassed.

The doctor continued on as if nothing had happened. Lone let him take her blood pressure and examine her eyes. When he was done, he left the two of them alone again, and silence fell over them.

“So… You’re probably mad at me, huh?” she asked.

“Mad at you?” Butch let out a hysterical laugh. “You kissed me and then tried to sacrifice yourself. I’m furious with you.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You know I had to do it.”

“You didn’t have to. It didn’t have to be you.”

“There wasn’t time to find anyone else. And I wasn’t going to condemn Sarah to death just because I was too afraid to finish what my dad started.”

“You stupid, suicidal-”

Lone touched his hand, cutting him off. She looked up into his eyes. She could see the heartbreak in them.

“You said you loved me,” she said, quietly. Butch froze. When he didn’t respond, she said, “Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it. I thought it was obvious.”

A smile flickered at her lips. “I love you too, Butch.”

Butch almost knocked over his chair in his haste to get to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her over and over again, until they were both laughing.

“Don’t think that this makes us even,” he said.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[distractedrighter]

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

[fitcherset]

I have updated the second chapter of my story Butch DeLoria/LW!

It's about six thousand words, a bit longer than the first chapter.

In this story, James goes out from the vault before Lydia (Lone Wanderer) do the GOAT and cannot follow him. Lydia has also been the perfect daddy's girl although she wanted to be Butch's friend and have fun with him and his friends, but her dad did not let her.

I always wanted to write something like this, and also an excuse to say that I hate Amata, as Lydia. Although I couldn't do much in the game, in the shelter I helped Butch insult her, I complained about my b-day party, was nice with Mrs Palmer and gave Butch my sweetroll, if that tell you how Lydia is going to be.

Here's the summary of the chapter 2:

The link to the story in ao3 is here.