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A very late WIP Wednesday

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Here are three WIPs, each from Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and Life, Despair & Monsters. Read below the cut.

TW: Harsh and heavy cursing, mentioned/implied character and general death of NPCs (either it be a time loop or a cybernetic homicidal monster around nine or ten feet tall and very pissed off). Implied mentioned sexual content, mentions of abuse and fantastical racism (against ghouls, Jericho leave Gob alone!). Mentioned prostitution and fantasies of murder (illegal but understandable).

First WIP is for the time loop/"Groundhog Day" FC5 AU fic called You're Almost Like Family where the Seeds are stuck in a, well, time loop. And whenever Silva (or the Seeds themselves) die, well, the days are reset. Funniest part is, none of the Seeds know that they are all in a loop, just their individual selves. Snippet below:

[John] slammed the entrance to his chalet shut, causing the blonde figure sorting his papers in his lounge to jump. The documents slipped out of her hands as she stood up with a hand to a holster, only to calm down when she realized it was him.

Noticing that the reports laid scattered on the floor, Nadi gave him a stink eye, gesturing to the papers.

John would have been apologetic if he simply didn't have time for this. Ironic given the predicament he was stuck in.

Sooner or later, the Deputy is going to end up dead, and he'll be back at square one... again.

The thought reignited his frustration, but he reigned in enough to examine his number two.

Nadi was a loyal member of the project, more faithful than Jacob's hound, and while they did butt heads sometimes, he was grateful for her presence and for her strategic input. Admittedly, John knew that without her, the Deputy would have gotten to him sooner rather than later.

I would have preferred not to have to had died to appreciate it.

"Once you finish with those, come meet me upstairs in my bedroom. There's something I need to discuss with you," John ordered smoothly, making his way to the stairs.

He didn't notice the confusion etched on the blonde's face, for John was already making his way up the stairs to his room.

It's times like these I wish I could have a shot of tequila, he thought to himself, walking over to the open bedroom window and closing it shut, pulling the lock down.

Next, he grabbed a torch light and shined it at the closet. Hearing nothing, he walked towards it and opened the doors. Empty.

Finally, John turned off his torch, knelt down, and swiftly rolled it harshly under the bed. Hearing no grunts, he looked under.

She's not under there... good.

John exhaled a huff of air, and sat on the edge of his bed as he put his hands over his face.

It was exhausting. Though John knew by the end of today, or the next two if he was lucky, the Deputy would be killed by something or another and he would be back at square one, he really needed to figure out how to reach out to her, without being shot.

Going to her too early leaves her shooting first and questioning the morality of it never, and trying to go to her late only ends up with her being killed by whoever it is she seems to have evoked the wrath of. Not that he thinks she doesn't entirely deserve it.

He needed guidance, and from his last conversation with Joseph, his brother seemed content with sitting by and letting God do his work.

And he tried. To wait it out. To let God do His work. But if the sign that John seemed to be getting was that leaving the Deputy to her own accord only leads to her death, and back to the morning of Joseph's arrest.

And it wasn't like Jacob, or worse, Faith, were going to be helpful.

John had figured out quickly that his intervention was needed for the Deputy to even get through another day. And while the Father may not have understood what he told him, John deduced that this was a test from God.

A test against his sloth. A test towards his patience. A test meant to prove that John was worthy of entering Eden. And what better way than to save the life and soul of another? Especially one as sinful and wrathful as the Deputy?

Which is why he waits for the only other faithful member of the project, his trustworthy second-in-command.

A knock on the door shifted his thoughts to the matter at hand, and he made his way to the door.

Opening it, Nadi stood there, the blond looking at him with expecting brown eyes.

John pulled her inside, earning a yelp from the young woman, and closed the door behind her.

Here's a WIP for a collection of short fics from different character perspectives throughout my Fallout fic series A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore. It is still under heavy editing, but I've got a good grasp on where to take it. Snippet below:

In the five of the twenty four hours she's been awake, Nova had expected more-or-less the same day as before.

Walking around and offering her body to anyone who came into the saloon had not been a life she pictured for herself as a little girl, but it was one that paid well.

Well, it would have been if Moriarty didn't continue to take a cut of her and Gob's pay any time a customer gave them a generous donation.

That and the amount of times Moriarty had utilized her services with no intention of paying her, but she supposed it was a better alternative to being kicked out of Megaton. Given Moriarty still had that power.

She drew in the smoke from her cigarette, and surveyed from her post as Gob gave another orange bottle of whiskey to Jericho, the ex-raider sneering at the ghoul, his disgust evident all over his face.

Thankfully he didn't make a scene, slamming the small bag of caps on the counter as he left through the door.

Gob stared at the bag, string noose tied tightly around the bag, not immediately grabbing it. Nova could take a guess that Gob was lamenting over the debts that he owed Moriarty. Debts both the prostitute and the ghoul bartender wordlessly knew their boss was unlikely to pay.

Gob snapped out of it though, giving a miserable sigh, and dragging the bag away from the counter for Moriarty to pocket later, turning his attention to the damn radio that never seemed to play at the right time.

It pained Nova to see Gob like this. He was a real sweetheart with shitty luck, and she knew that the only upsides in his life were the hope of one day paying off his debts, however unlikely that was, and the Gravity News Radio host screaming out "fighting the good fight", whatever that entailed.

She was also painfully well aware of his crush on her.

Though she never had minded his appearance to the point she'd hang out with him in public, given how much she knows the ghoul is actually a decent guy, she had her limits, which was rare given her current standing under Moriarty.

She hoped he could find some semblance of happiness, whether that be with a person or a life long after Moriarty was rotting in the ground. But it wouldn't be with her.

If things were different though...

Nova looked away from Gob, shaking the thought away. It didn't matter on the what ifs, right now she had a job to perform.

She could ponder a different time.

Just as Gob began to smack the radio, a risky action given Moriarty's repeated threats on treating his property harshly, the saloon door creaked open, and Nova spotted two teens enter. One male, the other female. Both wearing what appeared to be blue jumpsuits with the numbers "101" imprinted in yellow on their backs.

Nova eyed them both. The young man was of average build, short auburn hair cut neatly with a few strands springing out from the harshness of the wasteland most likely, and light brown eyes on the lookout for anyone and anything.

The young woman on the other hand had dark hair tied in a pony tail, was a little chubbier than her counterpart, and her hazel eyes were more focused, trying to narrow down a specific person.

They glanced back to the door, whispering amongst themselves, though not too quiet that she couldn't catch their words.

Amongst the harsh gravel Gob spat out at the poor radio, and the chatter amongst the patrons, Nova could decipher the words "here" "back outside" and "think she'll stay?" in hushed voices.

And finally Jennifer putting murder on her mind to the back burner as she remembers to drop, duck and cover my WIP of Sonya's Push. Snippet below:

Breathing heavily as she pushed her way through the audience as they gazed upon the newest arena fight between beasties, the bruises formed from her fight with Malvolio's bitch protesting against her movements.

The blonde looked back to the closed elevator door on the other side, paranoid that Malvolio's Beastie would burst through at any moment.

The speed of it had been abnormal, disappearing in a blink and being nothing more than a flicker of movement when it had slid down to the hall. The movement of its tail daggers swift and deadly, like her own claws. The red in its one eye, more robotic than flesh.

Why had Dicko approved such a thing? It barely counted as a beastie with the mass of metal it was made of! Jennifer huffed, and around the arena, looking pass the patrons in search of Dicko.

Her blue eyes spotted the Englishman on a lower circle, himself seated down on his VIP sofa that she once shared with him, disheveled but celebrating his escape with a glass of disgusting champagne, like the pig hadn't just left her to die to that one-eyed mech of a beast. As if the reason it was free in the first place wasn't because he allowed his creep of a "buddy" onto his premises, or the fact Sir Enigma might be a fucking alien in addition to a Darwinist with no care for the fact "handing control" did not mean "releasing the Beastie from its brainwashing bullshit".

She felt the razor claws pushing through her fingertips as she glared at the man from across the arena, anger and betrayal clouding her mind.

Those fantasies of killing him while in his bed resurfaced, and she oh so wanted to enact them now, with the sofa as an acceptable exception.

She wanted to get her claws through his throat before the Beastie could make its way down to the arena. She tried to move pass the cheering audience, making her way around to the other side to get to the stairs.

However much she tried though, a block of people just refused to move aside, and she was tempted to slice her way through if it weren't for the guards.

Ding!

...Or the faint noise of the elevator door that echoed throughout the arena, deaf to everyone but her.

Frozen in place as she looked back, trying to get a glimpse of the beast that would no doubt tear them apart.

She pushed people aside to get a solid look. Enough people disbanded to show the doors opening to reveal the empty box of the elevator.

Jennifer's face scrunched in confusion, mouth gaping open and shut, lips stinging as the cut on her upper lip made contact with her bottom one. She desperately searched for any sign of the beast, the monster made of steel, the relentless creature that stalked and hunted her not moments ago.

Upon still seeing nothing, she let out a mirthless laugh as she turned her back to the elevator, shaking her head as she focused her attention on Dicko once more, the man a ring below talking with one of his guards.

It was with this focus that she noticed a... shift on the stone barriers that kept the audience at bay.

Large spots on the stone cracked, small dusts of powder dropping down as an unseen pressure was placed on the stone. She saw more of this dust from the next ring up, and then the next, and the next.

Up and up and further up until it stopped at the final ring. Then dust slowly dropped down from the roof, unbeknownst to the audience too invested on the violence happening between the two wild beasties below them. Not that the fight between those Beasties were anything special unlike what she saw from her hunter mere hours ago.

Jennifer felt some familiarity with this, words exchanged to her by the madman who released the Apex from its prison, a far too fond explanation on how the creature could "rush so fast it would be merely a flicker to the human eye!"

"...Or match its environment to disappear right before you," Malvolio explained, grinning at her with all his teeth.

Jennifer's eyes widened as she barely registered the outline of the beast that had adjusted its steel to uncloak itself while hanging from dark and dank ceiling. Red optic looking down to the cheers in the rings and the Beasties fighting under it.

She saw the tail split in three, and immediately followed her gut by making distance from the open space of the barriers.

She had just dropped flat onto the floor to curl up and cover her head when the she heard the wind and patron's necks crack in one simultaneous whoosh.

[frekkicreative]

Gob and Nova

[apraxvalith]

Look, running a saloon is hard. Sometimes you just gotta make the most of that five-minute break...

[Gob / Nova - Fallout 3: Full NSFW image on my Patreon, 18+ only]

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Choose a favorite character whose name starts with "N"!

(Or a character you just want to see me write for 😁)

If you have any questions on these characters, please feel free to ask!

And if you think of someone who's not listed here that you would like to see, feel free to add a name to the comments/reblogs!

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@ariesmortis's 30FalloutOutfits / all-nighter nightwear ✨ you go to nova for a tiny bit of advice and then the whole afternoon is gone

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sum epic fallout scribbles 👁️👄👁️

[the-satellite]

Today on Nova yells into the fallout void! My headcanon for why Butch has a jacket after giving you his is he took up Paul’s after he died.

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Fun fact Moira and Nova are dating

It's canon don't bother fact checking just take my word for it ;)

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Info:

Moriarty- keeps Hob enslaved and forces Nova to be a prostitute. Knows where the LW’s dad is and uses that to extort caps from them, also keeps blackmail info on Megaton residents.

Myron- proud inventor of Jet - that got a whole town in addicted and relies on New Reno crime families for supply - treats mutants & slaves as objects, unapologetic rapist who tries to roofie an low INT female CO.

Daniel- treats The Sorrow like children, forces himself into making decisions for them as he suffers from White Saviour Complex, hides Walking Cloud’s husband’s death from her.

Swanick- ex Powder Ganger who is gleeful about winning the lottery while everyone around him suffered fates worse than death, abandoned Boxcars with his broken legs (I’d do that too to be honest )

Jones- head slaver of Paradise Falls, wants to enslave the kids of Little Lamplight.

Lynette- doesn’t believe anything the CO tells her, enforces the racist, elitist policies of Vault City and its feudal class system, sees Gecko’s leaking power plant as an act of war and wants the ghoulies there killed.

Crawford- sold a pregnant Carla Boon into slavery because she didn’t like Novac.

Codman- elitist upperstands resident

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Fo3 Companions Living in Megaton With Lone

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic

Charon doesn't really have much of an opinion on the matter. If this is where you want to live, then this is where he'll follow you. Moira is always stopping by to ask if he could grab her something in a place that's just a bit too irradiated for her to do it herself, so he eventually refuses to answer the door for you. He'll gladly do anything else though, and he's not picky about the decor.

Clover doesn't mind, wherever you go, she'll go. She likes arranging things around the house and putting flowers in vases and whatnot. She does her best to keep the place as clean as possible and, although she covered him in graffiti, gets along decently well with Wadsworth. Moriarity will definitely try to manipulate her into some sort of contract so that he can have another "worker" alongside Nova, but other than having to keep an eye on her, she's easy to get along with.

Living in Megaton reminds Star Paladin Cross about when she escorted James here 19 years ago. It makes her feel slightly nostalgic being here again after all that time and seeing all the different changes that have been made. She doesn't mind how you decorate it and is happy with whatever as long as she's allowed to have a weapons workbench in one of the corners. She and Jericho might get into a few altercations from time to time, and she's always telling you about her gripes with Nathaniel, but she has enough manners and self-control to refrain from street fights. (more so for you're sake than hers).

Jericho is the trashiest roommate on this list, he doesn't even bother throwing things away. He'll just pile garbage into a corner until you decide you'll throw it out. The good news is, none of your neighbors are going to be trying anything with you since you're living with the town's local raider. Jericho also frequently gets into arguments with Wadsworth and eventually just locks him in a cage upstairs, so you can forget about having a butler helping you pick up all the junk he leaves around the place.

Butch will beg on bended knees for you to pay for the wasteland explorer theme for the house. Nothing would make him happier than having Moira wheel a motorcycle into the house. Overall, he's a decent roommate. He'll leave a mess in the living room and leaves his clothes everywhere, but other than the average frat boy shenanigans (expect there to be beer bottles everywhere), he's not so bad.

Besides him accidentally breaking things, Fawkes is probably the best to live with. He keeps the place relatively clean, keeps people out, and is just an overall joy to be around. He's sweet to all of your neighbors, even if they're open about not wanting him around. In all honesty, he's just happy to be out of that vault. He'd be happy anywhere and he especially loves having his own little nook for him to read and study. Soon enough you'll have a live-in doctor.

Every day, RL-3 will wake you up early so that you can begin your 5 a.m. workout routine. There is no resting when the possibility of communists lurking is high. He'll keep you and the other residents in line. Megaton will have a competent police force in no time, but the locals are gonna be upset with how demanding and loud he can get. Some (Jericho) might even try scrapping him for parts.

You'll get no complaints with Dogmeat. Everyone loves him and the kids that run around are always playing with him. Moira might try to train him to get her things, but other than that, you'll have no issues living with him.

[blookmallow]

back on my fallout bullshit i dont think ive had a hyperfixation last this fucking long in like. years. but i cant do anything about it so here we are, Anyway, heres my inquiry, whats the view of human/ghoul relationships. are there Any canon examples other than sole survivor/hancock. i know nova in fo3 kind of implies something might be going on with her and gob, and there are ghoul prostitutes in new vegas but its seen as a kind of freak fetish thing. hancock mightve had a thing going on with fahrenheit its not clear. but i cant think of any others

im sure at the very least its Weird/Unusual and people probably look down on it depending on their level of prejudice, but there isnt really a centralized legal system so i cant imagine it would be outlawed. im mostly wondering about how marriage works in the fallout universe bc people still have spouses, theres still "mr./mrs." naming traditions, and we know at least the chapel in diamond city performs marriages and allows robot/human marriage

but with no government and no legal system there wouldnt be marriage licenses, would there? is it just ceremonial/tradition at this point? is there any kind of legal contract involved. does a priest need to be there? can anyone perform a marriage now since its likely just ceremonial?

"could the sole survivor marry hancock" was the thought that sparked all of this. i feel like probably yes but it also would be complicated if you Know hes going to outlive you

[whatsadiskhellifiknow]

More domestic Fo3 headcanons bc I love Fo3 and I love domestic fo stuff

Megaton

Megaton settlers actually being vaguely nice to you bc you’re familiar and not some passer-by asshole like half of the other floaters that come through town

Like I said in my other post, learning so much more about your fav characters- Gob, Nova, Moira, etc.- just from being around them every day; getting to see all their truly human quirks

If you do happen to go out wandering, you’re that weirdo in town that disappears for days on end then comes back to stay for months on end, and always bearing some new weird shit you found in whatever abandoned building you scrambled through this time

Moira loves the new tech you bring her; some of its pre-war some of its something else entirely (is it even human?) but she loves it all and rambles to you about all her lil discoveries and experiments she’s been performing on the tech

If you’re good karma, a lot of people see you as the protector of the town bc of everything you’ve done for them; defusing the bomb, helping Moira with her book, holding an intervention for Leo

The residents might see you as the town’s nicer version of Jericho

Rivet City

Catching up on the hottest gossip w Vera Weatherly; you probably stayed at her hotel for the longest time before you settled down and cleaned up that old stinky room down the hall to make it your own

Attending Angela and Diego’s wedding, you may/may not have had anything to do with that

Hanging out in the Muddy Rudder to get in on all the action; egging on a few fights with Butch or Trinnie

Bugging Doctor Li or Doctor Preston just bc they have the worst sense of humor and you love getting on their nerves

Also fucking with Doctor Zimmer when he shows up just bc he’s an ass and it’s really really funny

You and that Hargraves kid Hate each other but you two also have an Understanding

Going for a swim in the river bc you actually know how to take care of radiation (what Mirelurks? there’s no mirelurks in the river)

Obviously getting a very weird reputation when you do that and for a while ppl are kinda iffy around you bc who tf just does that

[vaas]

@hired-help girl time take Two ✌️

Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' Brzęczyszczykiewicz (teehee. no i cant pronounce it either dont ask)

Age: regular one. dw about it

Birthplace (if different from canon): Jefferson Memorial basement dead mom room.

Favourite outfit: okay so i play fallout 3 pretty much exclusively through the Tale of Two Wastelands total conversion mod that makes fo3+dlc a conjoined worldspace of new vegas run through the nv engine. so i have fo3, new vegas, all like. ten. dlcs and also mod outfits. that being said the classic cassie fit is like just the caravan pack lightweight leather armour. or one of the stealth suits. sometimes i put her in a courier duster/vest but thats it. she has more dynamic outfits in fallout 4 but those dont count as canon those are for Me

Hates wearing: POWER ARMOUR. auyuuggghg. too big too bulky too slow too cumbersome. cant turn head, cant look down, cant do a standing backflip. jetpack is cool. not worth it. Sucks. recon underarmour for LIFE

Favourite place (and closest map marker if it doesn't have one): the vault 101 maintenance tunnels, her house in megaton, gobs saloon, citadel solarium. none of these last

Never wants to go back to: see above! also Jefferson Memorial.

Favourite song: youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5P_WNsytvDIjnpr3dp_YvcvnbV5eXiPJ <- i tried to make her playlist out of songs shed actually listen to

Most hated song: everything on the radio... she does Nawt like any of it

Best friend: she has this terrible habit of falling in love with and then trying to kiss her various friends over the years. it like. it has not worked out fantastically for her. crash and burn with amata. kind of awkward situationship with nova and gob that worked out mainly by chance. suuuuuuper awkward situationship with charon. butch is scared of her. lets say its her right hand

Worst enemy: the brotherhood of steel. this is mostly one-sided

Biggest want: head from a broad with acid reflux. make it sizzle princess. (<-she said this to Nova once when she was puking from withdrawal and Nova almost threw up on her on purpose.)

Worst fear: becoming her father. also really small spiders the smaller the worse she doesnt like not being able to see them coming.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

I have an add on request, if you'd be interested in doing that? you mentioned new requests aren't open but add ons are fine, if I'm wrong please ignore this!! I would like Gob and Nova added to the chubby lone wanderer headcanon thing, if you wouldn't mind? keep up the good work, happy winter holidays and a merry new years too!

Original Ask: R! FO3 companions headcanons for a chubby lone. I hope you’re doing well!

Romanced Gob and Nova (FO3) Headcannons for a Plus Size! Lone

Yes, this is perfect! Add-ons are totally accepted!

I love this so much 😩 Have I mentioned how much I adore Gob? Cuz I do, literally so much ahhh. Okay, but here they are!

Also, I'm gonna add this to the original post as well (which is all of the FO3 companions, and can be found here), so later you can find them there!

Also, like last time, this is mostly fluff, but there are some steamy bits (but nothing too explicit), so just a heads up on that!

Gosh, I didn't mean for these to end up basically being a "Crushing Companions" post but idk, they kinda ended up that way lol, whoops 😅

Anyway, thanks for the ask! I hope you like it!

Gob:

Lone. Is. Absolute. Perfection.

From the moment they step through the old door to Moriarty’s Saloon, Gob's jaw drops at the sight of them, and the way their mesmerizing curves are all wrapped up in that glorious, skin-tight vault suit of theirs. He almost can’t even speak when they go to approach him.

And then, in the next moment, when they’re nice to him? It’s all Gob can do not to declare his love for them after the pairs’ first conversation. He tries not to judge anyone based on outward appearances (he knows what it's like to be discriminated against for something that's beyond your control), but he just can’t keep his eyes off them any time they're both in the same room, and he can't help but want to assist Lone in any way that he can. He even goes so far as to give them discounts on their food and drink, and maybe even tell them what he knows about Lone’s father’s whereabouts, despite knowing that Moriarty is bound to tan his hide for such offenses. Somehow, for them, he can risk it.

Gob's face lights up every time they enter the bar, and he’s been known to drop whatever it is he’s doing to ask if they need anything at all. He’ll happily spend hours at a time just listening to their lovely voice, standing behind the bar as he feigns cleaning glasses and restocking the shelves just so he can talk with them late into the night. Later, when Moriarty is reprimanding him for his negligence in the violent ways he’s accustomed to, Gob still finds himself unable to regret his actions; the memories of spending time with the object of his affections more permanent than any bruises or lacerations his boss could administer.

He’s quick to compliment Lone, and will always try to assure them that he’s alright when they express concern at the ways Moriarty treats him. Now that he has them coming in to speak with him often enough, he hardly even notices the abuse. It still hurts, but maybe, now that he has something to actually look forward to, maybe it's just bearable.

Gob’s behavior with Lone never really changes before they are together. He tells them often how much they mean to him, how incredible they are, how good they always seem to look; and he wants to hear about their life, he sacrifices his own sleep every night while thinking about how good it was to see them, or how badly he misses their visits when they’re away. If ever they express any sort of negativity towards their physicality, he’ll be gobsmacked. How could they think they're anything less than utter perfection? He’ll tell them as much, meaning it with sheer genuinity as he tells them how perfect they are in his eyes, how he couldn’t imagine them any other way, and if anyone has ever told them otherwise, they’re just– they are just plain wrong. His heart would be beating out of his chest as he very nearly came clean with the depths of his affections for Lone, but he couldn’t possibly listen to them degrading themself when they’re standing right in front of him in all of their full-fledged glory.

He tries to never go so far as to tell them his true feelings outright. Gob’s absolutely convinced that Lone doesn’t feel the same way towards him. How could they? With looks like theirs, with how kind they are, how brave and generous, and personable, what could he possibly offer them that they couldn’t get from another smoothskin like them? So, he holds his tongue and just revels in the fact that he has such a pure friendship with the one he loves so dearly, content to let that be enough.

When Lone finally brings it up of their own accord, asking why it was that he was so unreceptive to their flirting these past few months, Gob would be taken aback to the point of speechlessness. Lone was flirting with him? Why? He’d finally stammer out his confusion, a blush doing the impossible and very nearly painting the ruined canvas of his pale cheeks as he asked if they were serious. When Lone assured him that they were... my, my, Lone is in for a treat. Gob would give the love of his life the whole world if he held it, and would be determined to let them know how much he values them every time he laid eyes on them.

Being able to properly touch Lone is a privilege he never once imagined he’d be granted, but once he can, it’s hard for Gob to keep his hands off of them. He’s unused to having access to reciprocated soft contact with a romantic partner, or… anyone, really. So it takes him a while to take the initiative and reach out to them, but he adores it when he finally becomes comfortable. Even though his hands tend to tremble, and his heart seems to skip a beat when he does hold their hand, or run his fingers through their hair, or place a palm on their waist, he finds himself muscling through all of those hindrances from his years of mistreatment and abuse, all of the prejudices that have been instilled in him, and all of the stop signs plastered to his subconscious when it comes to laying his ghoulish hands on the unmarred body of a smoothskin. For Lone, it's worth the effort.

Gob has loved Lone since damn near the moment he set eyes on them, and now that he’s finally with them, he wouldn’t trade what he has for anything in the world.

Nova:

Lone caught her off-guard the first time they strolled into Moriarty's Saloon, they're uncommon physique sending her imagination into overdrive even as they tutted about the bar confusedly, that signature fish-out-of-water look all vaulties seemed to have plastered on their face as soon as they entered the bar. She was used to having it the other way around. Some out-of-towner busting through the doors, hungry eyes meeting her scantily clad form as she leans tantalizingly up against the bar top in an effort to reign in another paying customer for her asshole boss. This was new though.

Nova found herself wanting to be the one to spark up conversation with the newcomer, her eyes lingering on their soft form as they tentatively stepped up to the bar. It was so deliciously different than what she was accustomed to. Everyone who came to Megaton was either all skin and bones, scrawny hands and sharp elbows; or they were hard, unforgiving muscle, and rough hands with a crushing grip. But Lone... Lone was none of that. They were damn near untouched by the harshness of the wastes. People often called her soft, but Lone... Lone had ample curves that she, or any other man/woman could never compete with. They're look made them inviting rather than imposing, intoxicating instead of intimidating, the look of their body promising a softness of heart, a gentleness of touch, an innocence Nova rarely had the opportunity to come across in the wasteland, and especially in her line of work. It's a strange thing for her, being attracted t someone like them, when she's only ever found herself falling for the bad boys/girls, the ones with questionable morals, the ones who rarely treat her right, and certainly look as hard and unforgiving as their personality tends to be. But Lone sure as hell is different, and maybe... Maybe she's okay with this kinda change, odd and surprising as it may be.

When the two of them do inevitably wind up in a relationship, after a short courting period consisting of a flustered Lone and a very forward courtesan, Nova is completely shameless about their being together. She doesn't want to have to keep her job once she's with Lone, but even if she does have to, she's completely shameless about Lone being her partner. Moriarty made some bullshit rule about her never being allowed to date her customers, but fortunately for her, Lone was never technically a customer. No, everything they get from Nova, they get for free, and they have from the start. Partly because they never did express interest in her services, just in her, as a person. Something Moriarty likely wouldn't understand, and something that even she was unused to.

Nova loves being physical with her partner, and it doesn't matter to her whether they're in public or not, she's letting everyone around them know who she belongs to, and who belongs to her. Sitting in their lap, leaning against them, having them lift her up, holding onto their arm or hand, groping at their chest and ass teasingly, it's all her favorite to get Lone all red and blushing, in public or otherwise.

She's also just much more laid back with her partner than she is with anyone else at the saloon, feeling as though she's finally able to bring down a few bricks of that sassy, defensive façade that she surrounds herself with when she's at work. It's nice to be able to let her guard down for once, but it's only for Lone. Everyone else gets the same treatment as before, and she actually tends to be even more reserved about her personal life than she used to be, given her new romantic affiliation.

It's unlikely that Lone ever feels unloved or unattractive around their partner, since Nova tends to be so damn supportive of her love at any given time. Even when she can manage to keep her hands to herself, her compliments are frequent and unrelenting. She often tells them how good they look on a daily basis, and is shameless about letting them know how they made her feel the night before. Hopefully Lone isn't embarrassed easily, cuz Nova's one of those partners that gushes about them constantly, flirts with them like they aren't already dating, and touches them as much as she can without incurring some sort of public indecency fine (that Moriarty likely made up when she started paying so much attention to the newcomer.)

Lone's unlike anyone that Nova's been with before, unlike anyone she's even seen in the wasteland at all, and she's never considered herself the type that would be with someone as kind as Lone, as unimposing, as fucking ravishing. Hell, the vaultie gave her a run for her money and it's her damn job to look good. But it didn't trouble her like she thought it might. No, the two of them are like a force of anti-negativity together, all support, affection, and words of affirmation in the face of any asshole bar-goers or abusive bosses, and it's everything Nova never knew she wanted, never knew she needed, and she's damn glad to have them.

[lavellane]

🤢 + Nova my beloved

@kirnet @montliyets YES GET HER ASS !!!!!

man where do i even start. at this point just throw the whole mfing suitcase away bc there is a LOT to unpack

wallmart h*rley qu*nn 😷

blew up megaton. lets get that one out of the way lol. she didnt even do it for the quest either she just did it bc she was having what one might call a temper tantrum?????? mkay

will comb thru supermutant gorebags w her bare hands and not even think twice abt it dude like at least look mildly disgusted while u dig thru fresh human entrails lol.

doesnt care about anybody except herself and charon fr. any "friends" she acquires are there solely to make herself feel powerful and as a means to an end.. they step out of line or disagree w her she turns on them in a second ! snakelike behaviour 😤

kills amatas dad even tho she promised she wouldnt. she also made that promise knowing FULL well she was lying and wouldnt even try to make good on it

just sooooo painfully stupid lol. 1 intelligence stoopid 😩 and just annoying af like if ur gonna be evil can u at least be cool about it can u please stop talking do u even kno how are u even capable of shutting tf up

anger management issues on a WHOLE other level. who tf gave this girl access to a super sledge. when she kills ppl she doesnt just stop when theyre dead NO she only stops when they look like jam ok !!!! go to therapy queen get help !!!!!!

shes also the um. fallout 4 overboss. granted i never finished the dlc and retconned most of it for her lore to get rid of biowares obsession w slavery but. she's still a raider boss and a murder/torturer so. a lovely and charming girl

FREQUENTLY tries to kill my wholesome courier and sole survivor not unlike an extremely Fail scooby doo villain. like what are u even DOING charging at my sniper courier w ur shitty baseball bat when he has an anti material sniper rifle !!!! girl huh?????

EDIT: OH MY GOD HOW COULD I FORGET THAT SHE DATES BENNY GECKO. CASE CLOSED PROSECUTION RESTS.

[ghoulfocker]

so the joke was that gob nova ahzrukhal and charon all play a v important part in my friend's fanfiction and both of our lone wanderers have red hair so were kinda overstocked on gingers