#ghoulcy fanfic

[manamania]

If I read another Ghoulcy fic where Little Miss Weirdo McLean is written as some shy little girl instead of the shameless freak she is, I’m gonna smash my computer!

She had no qualms experimenting with her cousin, jumped a stranger’s bones hours after meeting him (granted it was during their wedding day), and was more than willing to get dirty with Max even though that man had NO GAME whatsoever.

If anything, I think Lucy would teach Cooper a thing or two because he’s been out of practice with intimacy for so long. She’d guide his hands, tell him specifically what she wants, and wouldn’t be a blushing virgin about being vocal.

Let’s be sooooo real right now, Cooper would be spooked by Lucy’s horny side.

[sirdindjarin]

A Ghoul and a Vault-Dweller Walk Into a Bar

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard x Lucy MacLean.

TAGS: Fluff, pining, introspection lol.

WARNINGS: Swearing, alcohol consumption.

Based off of this post ! I loved the idea and couldn't get it out of my head.

AO3 link 🤠

A few days after the events of the last episode, the Ghoul and Lucy take solace in a quiet saloon, only to find their dynamic is changing.

“Ain’t this a peach,” the Ghoul muttered, taking in the New Vegas saloon. It was a postwar attempt to recreate what no one still walking had ever experienced, but it was faithful enough to send the Ghoul back to the set of a movie some two centuries earlier. He could smell the burn of the stage lights, hear the staccato of studio executives arguing, and see PAs stumbling over cables in the background. 

His bittersweet reverie ended when - what else - the Vault Dweller opened her mouth. Again. 

Bouncing on her tiptoes, her wide smile was interrupted only by her exclamation, “Wow! This place is right out of a history book. Oh, gosh, look at that!” 

Hanging from the ceiling was a myriad of materials in various stages of rust and decay. Grimy, glaring patrons grumbled as Lucy rushed past their tables to examine some memorabilia plastered to the wall. She gingerly ran her gray forefinger over the rusted farm equipment. “See these? They used to pull these behind a tractor, or a horse, and it made furrows in the ground. That made it a lot easier for them to plant things like corn, tobacco, wheat -” 

The Ghoul ignored her lesson. Let the history buff have her boring version of fun, it’d give him some peace. After the past three days, he needed it. He strode toward the far end of the bar, spurs clinking.

Lucy had been silent after the revelation with her father. Downright catatonic, almost. The following morning, still in sight of the Hollywood sign, and out of the daggum goodness of his heart (truly, he’d been a saint to even think about it) he’d offered her a hit of an upper, but she’d curled her lip in disgust. No skin off his nose, he’d thought humorously, he would just let her stew. 

Before the sun had set that next day, however, the girl abruptly flipped from traumatized silence to her usual non-stop chatter. He hadn't asked what changed. The Ghoul assumed she'd come to terms with her father being an evil sonofabitch. He expected her trauma would rear its ugly head at some point, but that was a future problem. Once she started talking again, he had again been a saint - he’d only thought about shooting her once. And that only because she had asked him a stupid question. 

You mentioned finding your family. You have kids?

Sidling up to the bar top, his ragged coat slapping gently against the stool, the Ghoul’s attention was drawn to a jukebox against the wall to his right. Colorful lights flashed, dimmed by a layer of dust; but the old machine advertised it was ready to sing. He glanced curiously at some of the songs, felt a flicker of some emotion he wouldn’t put name to, and turned away. He drummed his gloved fingers on the wooden counter, impatient to have something to smother the spark of sadness. Here, the weight of the past was literally hanging over his head.

The Ghoul had directed his focus on the other end of the bar, where the barkeep seemed to be pointedly ignoring him, when a dull scraping sound alerted him to someone sitting beside him - between him and the mocking jukebox. 

“Hi! Barkeep?” Lucy beamed and motioned between herself and the Ghoul, “Could we get a drink, please?” 

The gruff man looked more like a patron than a bartender, all heavy gait and uninterested stare, but he raised his eyebrows at Lucy. The Ghoul laughed under his breath. 

“What?” She asked in a whisper. Grimacing, she worried, “Oh… is that not how you’re supposed to do it?”

“There’s a laundry list of things you shouldn’t be doin’, Vaultie, but flaggin’ down the bartender ain’t one of ‘em.” 

Lucy straightened her posture. “You know, we have established a mutual goal and I would appreciate mutual respect. I don’t think being laughed at is-”

“Sweetheart, I ain’t laughin’ at you; quit bein’ so sensitive,” the Ghoul stated flatly. “Don’t we make quite the damned pair? A Ghoul and a Vault Dweller walk into a bar…” he trailed off with another chuckle.

Lucy relaxed her shoulders, still feeling awkward. “Oh, haha.” 

“All we got is distilled water and tequila. Which’un you want?” The bartender interrupted, though he spoke only to Lucy.

“Uh, I would like to try the tequila. I still have some water leftover and it’ll be fun to try something new.” 

The bartender sucked on his teeth, turned, and left - resenting serving a peppy Vault Dweller and outright refusing to serve the arrogant ghoul seated beside her as though it was a person.

“They don’t much like my kind here, darlin’,” the Ghoul grinned lopsidedly. He tapped his holster with his new forefinger. “I’ll have to get my drink a different way.”

Eyes wide, Lucy nearly stood on the rung of the stool as she shouted to the bartender: “Make that two glasses of tequila, please.” 

The barkeep went still for a brief moment before deciding it wasn’t worth it. He’d seen some weird shit, but if this wasn’t the strangest duo he’d ever served, he’d eat a radroach. He sent the shots sliding down the well-worn wood counter with surprising skill, and they stopped directly in front of Lucy. She nudged one of the grimy glasses toward the Ghoul, who grunted. 

In those old movies, the characters often clinked their glasses together. Excited to perform a toast in a real saloon, Lucy raised her glass toward the Ghoul. Her eyes sparkled so earnestly that the Ghoul briefly considered indulging her. Instead, he tipped the shot glass into his parched mouth, eyes closing in satisfaction.

“Ah,” he hummed. This was nothing like the chems he used to stay sane, and tequila wasn’t his favorite, but damn if it didn’t feel like the alcohol stripped off some of the layers of the past week's shit.

Upon opening his eyes, he was surprised by the mix of amusement and regret in his chest at the way the girl’s face had fallen. It was childishly funny the way he could disappoint her so easily - as though they kept the same standards of behavior - but the pleasure of her disappointment only took the Ghoul so far. 

“Go on, sweetheart,” he goaded, his voice deep and persuasive. “It ain’t top-shelf but it ain’t lizard-piss, either.” 

“I don’t know what either of those mean,” Lucy mumbled as she brought the glass to her lips; she winced as fumes burned her nostrils. Abandoning caution, she threw the clear liquid into her mouth and swallowed as the Ghoul had. The liquid stung as it slid down her throat; her mouth puckered. Fighting the urge to cough, she cleared her throat instead. Lucy refused to let the Ghoul have anything more to bully her about.

Lucy blinked away the wetness in her eyes. The Ghoul was watching her. Lucy couldn’t discern the look in his eye, but it wasn’t one she’d seen before. The Ghoul had made certain of that. 

“That was, um, so good,” she grimaced. But the warmth in her chest and stomach was pleasant. “You want another?”

The Ghoul chuckled, “If you’re buyin’.” 

***

“No, I only meant it as a compliment,” Lucy slurred, blushing furiously. She was only four shots in, but the Ghoul was starting to get concerned that she would throw up on him. Lucy wobbled on her stool. “Really, they’re nice eyes. No, ‘m okey dokey. Wow, this stuff is strong.” She held her hand out in front of her and wiggled her fingers, fascinated by the way her vision seemed to be a half-second beyond reality. 

“Must be. You,” he pointed in her face, “can’t handle your liquor.”

"Hey, it’s my first try," she steadied herself. 

“It’s gon’ be your last if you paint my boots. You look a little green, Vaultie.”

Her big brown eyes refocused on the Ghoul. “Okay, well, distract me. I know you won’t tell me anything about yourself.” 

He tensed. 

“And that’s okay. But I don't even know your name." Lucy threw him a frown, "What if I have to call for you - what am I supposed to say?” 

The Ghoul chewed at the inside of his cheek, tearing away some skin as he considered. He’d had twelve shots. She wasn’t asking anything too revealing; and she had saved his life. And maybe all her “Do Unto Others” bullshit wasn’t bullshit, but he still wasn’t about to crack open like a can of biscuits. The Ghoul gazed down into her doe eyes, then he and the tequila made a decision.

“Cooper,” he answered after safely looking away, his voice rough over the word.

Something scratched at the back of Lucy’s brain. Tipsy as she was, she knew this was important - she did not want to ruin whatever progress they seemed to have made. She nodded and replied politely, “That’s a good name. Cooper.” 

Lucy watched the rainbow of lights as they reflected off the shiny bar. She slid off the stool and leaned over the jukebox, flipping idly through the songs. 

Cooper held his thirteenth shot in his gloved hand as he stared ahead at the blank wall of the now-empty saloon. After they had collectively purchased nearly twenty shots, the bartender had lost all sense of distaste for either of them; he now sat in a chair, dozing, waiting for the Ghoul and the Vault Dweller to ask him for more. 

A gasp came from Cooper’s right. His stool groaned as he turned, and he saw Lucy grinning up at him.

“Look at this song: I Walk the Line. It’s from one of my favorite movies -” 

Cooper's stomach lurched. 

“A Man and His Dog.” Lucy selected the song. “And the main character’s real name was Cooper. Used to watch those old Westerns with - with my dad all the time. The best ones are the ones with him. With Cooper Howard, I mean. He was always the good guy. He never hurt anyone. Well, unless he absolutely had to, of course.” She began to wax poetic about ethics, and her audience of one tuned out. The gruff croon of Johnny Cash filled the otherwise silent building.

Cooper Howard debated whether or not he should tell her the truth. He didn’t know how much she knew about his life as an actor - some of her questions about his family could be answered if she knew about his widely-publicized, definitely-public-record divorce - but seeing her face when she learned that her favorite cowboy movie star was the radiation-ravaged monster sitting beside her would be hilarious.

I keep my eyes wide open all the time

I keep the ends out for the tie that binds

Well, would it be hilarious? Cooper wasn’t so certain anymore. Lucy’s disappointment in him was rapidly losing its luster. Her cowboy had fallen a height that would’ve killed anyone else - had killed almost everyone else. The good man she idolized was dead. He wouldn’t resurrect him just to kill him again in front of Lucy. 

For the second time that afternoon, she pulled him abruptly from a reverie. 

“I wonder what it was like. Everyone in these saloons… with a jukebox playing while you dance with a handsome stranger,” Lucy gazed out at the empty room. “It must’ve been incredible.”

Cooper didn’t correct her about jukeboxes and saloons. Instead, he took his thirteenth shot, allowing it to burn away what was left of his judgment. 

“Well, come on down, darlin’.” He held out his hand - the one that was one-fifth her.

Dubious, distrustful despite their fledgling partnership, Lucy’s eyes darted between his outstretched hand and his dark eyes. This man had cut off her finger less than a week before. He’d tried to sell her. 

But this wasn't a desperate game of cat and mouse, and he no longer believed she was a lying murderer. (That conversation had been a hoot. One of the few times he’d asked her a question, Cooper had wondered what possessed her to cut off Wilzig’s fuckin’ head, and, after she told him Wilzig had left her no choice, she tearfully described the sound of his spine severing and nearly vomited. The Ghoul had laughed.) She was here of her own choice. Lucy chose to follow the Ghoul - Cooper - into the Wilds and the Wasteland. She trusted him now, and he her.

“It’s alright, Vaultie. Y’know I won’t bite,” he drawled with a smirk. “Of the two’ve us, which one has bitten the other?” 

“Wh-?” Lucy started to ask, then decided better of it. Cooper had given her his name and his trust. He had been as kind as summer by Wasteland standards, and she would be damned if her manners were the poor ones. She took his hand.

As sure as night is dark and day is light

I keep you on my mind both day and night

The room was spinning, and Lucy wasn’t sure if the blame should be placed on the tequila or the Ghoul who held her so gently. This was a far cry from the lasso he’d thrown around her last week. She opened her mouth, fully intent on telling him See, the Golden Rule is golden for a reason. But when his hand slid slowly from the curve of her waist to the small of her back, she found that the words were missing. 

He guided them in a small, slow circle. Cooper’s chest was pressed up against her own, and it was though his centuries-deep layers of leather and cotton, and her pristine, thick Vault-Tec suit were non-existent. The vulnerability set his teeth on edge, but it relaxed Lucy. She let the music, the alcohol, and the Ghoul take her. Uncharacteristically shy, and somewhat nauseous, she laid her head on his shoulder. 

Cooper hummed along with Johnny Cash, letting himself feel a modicum of peace in this improbable, inexplicable bubble. He could feel Lucy’s heart beating rapidly beneath her garish suit. His own heart felt like the tattoo of a horse’s hooves. Cooper’s jaw tensed as he wondered how she’d feel to know that. He found himself hoping. 

Hope and contentment were as foreign to him as a nose and hair, now. Yet he felt the gnaw of yearning. Lucy was a reflection and a time machine. Maybe that cowboy - the one who deserved both hope and contentment - could live again. 

And happiness I've known proves that it's right

Because you're mine, I walk the line.

[thehouseoflore]

Howling For You

Lucy MacLean lived your typical life with a typical job. She even went on typical little dates with a guy she had been seeing. Too bad her typical life was about to change drastically one night in the woods.

[writebythecside]

Burn It Down - Chapter 2

Word count: 6,228

Summary:

“You gotta wait to find their softness. Get them to forget you're there. Could take some time, but you have to be patient and outlast their suspicion. Gotta wait and let them give you the perfect moment.”

His gloves slid along her arms, cupping her right elbow to lift it. Together, they lined up the shot. Her breathing synced with his.

She pulled the trigger.

Preview:

The moment their rotating tangle of limbs came to a stop, she immediately swung a knee up and over his torso. She wrapped her hands around the thick, whirled skin of his throat and leaned all of her weight into it.

Lucy wanted to see fear in his eyes, make him hurt again. Instead, he regarded her with something like fiendish amusement. She tried to scream, but it came out a guttural, animalistic shriek.

The bounty hunter shot a hand out to wrap around her ponytail, yanking to the side as he bucked his hips and sent them both rolling down the rest of the hill, coming to a rest as Dogmeat bound over to them, barking. Beside her, the bounty hunter was laughing between coughing fits.

“Just chock full o’ surprises, aren't you, sweetheart?”

[boomboompowpow]

I hope the author is cool with this and if they’re not I can take it down but

I’m reading this fic on ao3 called “Mine” under the ghoulcy tag by Storygirl82 and let me just tell you, it’s perfect.

If you get time and enjoy reading ghoulcy I highly recommend that story. I was up at one this morning reading the new chapter that was just posted. SO GOOD

[stephsageek]

A master list of all of my tua and fallout fics on AO3:

TUA-Canon Compliant (General Audiences):

"New Timeline, New Me" (Status: Complete)

Summary:

Having landed in the new Sparrow timeline and having checked into the Hotel Obsidian, the Hargreeve siblings are finally able to take a moment to catch their breath. But in that lull, Klaus realizes that something is a little off about Five.

“Hey? Is it just me, or has little Number Five gotten taller?”

TUA-Canon Compliant (Mature/Explicit):

Stand-Alone Stories:

"Much Longer Than Six Years, Five Months, and Two Days" (Five x Lila. Status: Ongoing):

Summary:

Some people believe an affair starts when two people cross the line and become physical with one another. Five and Lila knew better. Looking back, this ‘thing’ between him and Lila had begun much longer than six years, five months, and two days ago. If either of them had been capable of being honest with themselves, they might have been able to admit, it had started from the very beginning.

TUA-AU (Mature/Explicit):

Five x Lila Series:

"Partners In Time"

"The Best of the Best" (Status: Complete)

Summary:

“Commission protocol states that all temporal assassins must be assigned a partner for no less than one year as part of a standard five-year contract. Now, I understand that Number Five is something of a pet project for you, but that does not excuse him from proper procedure.”

“AJ, you know me! I completely agree with company policy. But AJ, pairing Five with Lila of all people will be an unmitigated disaster!”

Straight out of basic training, and an apocalypse, Number Five Hargreeves has joined the Commission. He and the Handler agree that he would be most effective as a solo agent as he is still suffering from a number of apocalypse related issues including an aversion to socialization and a healthy dose of PTSD. AJ Carmichael however disagrees.

Thus, Five must contend with his new partner: rookie assassin Lila Pitts.

1.a. (stand-alone story) "Dead by X-mas: The SantaCon Job" (Status: Complete)

Summary:

They say that the holidays are a time of peace, love, and goodwill toward men.

Well, whoever ‘they’ might be, they obviously never worked for the Commission.

SantaCon is a roving, loosely organized event, which can only be described as a cross between a flash mob and if Sodom and Gomorrah were tarted up with tinsel. It is an event where people dress like Santa Claus, elves, or other holiday figures and parade around a city in varying states of sobriety.

There are fights, there is vandalism, there is drinking, there are drugs, there is dancing, there is nudity, there are pranks, there is stealing, and all of it is impossible to prosecute because everyone matches the same description; in short there is santarchy.

In other words, the perfect cover for a pair of temporal assassins out on a job.

You better watch out, you better not cry, because Five and Lila are coming to town!

2. "The London Job" (Status: Complete)

Summary:

After working together for years as temporal assassins at the Temps Commission, partners Number Five Hargreeves and Lila Pitts have proven themselves to be the best of the best.

But can these two legendary assassins survive their latest mission, the derailment of a major railway in London in November of 1967? And what will come to light when they find themselves unexpectedly running into Lila's birth parents? Will their friendship survive the devastating fallout?

A direct sequel to the story, "The Best of the Best."

3. "He Sleeps with the Fishes: The Hoffa Job" (Status: ongoing)

Summary:

Living outside of normal space-time, partners and temporal assassins Lila Pitts and Number Five Hargreeves, have been together for years, dealing with murder, mayhem, math, and the machinations of not only the Handler but of the board of directors themselves.

One day, our anti-heroes find themselves tasked with their latest mission: assassinate well-known historical figure and urban legend, Jimmy Hoffa.

How hard can it be to get rid of one washed-up, corrupt former teamster?

Turns out, pretty hard when the mob, a pair of hitmen, the FBI, and a jilted former mistress are all after him too.

Oh, and let's not forget the sea monster.

A direct sequel to "The London Job"

Upcoming Stories:

"The Kennedy Job" (2nd to last in the series) [I'm really looking forward to this one as it will address the body/DNA modifications seen in the comics. It will also include many conspiracy theories attached to the Kennedy assassination, not to mention our heroes will finally attempt their big jump, only to run into the LAST people they ever expected].

"The Apocalypse Job" (the last in the series) [This will involve what happens when Five and Lila make their big jump into the 2019 apocalypse. It will address Reginald's involvement with the Commission as well as the alternate timelines. Not to mention the fates of the other 35 children born on October 1st, 1989. This one will be very long because it WILL deal with characters like Patch, Sissy, Ray, Dave, Harlen, and Claire].

FALLOUT (TV SERIES):

(Ghoulcy)

"Ain't That A Kick in the Head" (Status: Ongoing)

Summary:

Lucy Maclean didn't know what she was getting herself into when she decided to follow the ghoul. He was a selfish scoundrel, a murderer, and a thief.

But he was also the only person on the surface who had never lied to her.

Lucy thought she didn't know why she followed, but the truth was, she'd known all along.

[the-wasteland-tales]

Wasteland Tales: A Ghoulcy Art & Story Event

Join a group of traveling settlers/wastelanders as they journey to resupply across the state. Along their travels, they regale the tales of The Famous Vaultie and The Ghoul.

Inspired by the Canterbury Tales. Each artist or writer uses one of the traveling settlers as a framing device to tell tales of The Legendary Vaultie & The Ghoul.

More Details: FAQ

Deadline December 2024 // Artwork inspired by Codex Manesse 

[volchitsaswrites]

unfucktheworld | a ghoulcy au in which cooper goes into cryostasis and lucy takes a different path. find chapter two here on ao3!

[socialamoeba]

So, this is the final chapter of Walk the Line. The sequel is in progress and will, hopefully, start being published early next year.

I said a lot of this in the notes on the chapter, but I want to thank everyone who gave this fic a shot. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!!

I'll still be posting updates and what not here as I work on the sequel.

[adieualannah]

The Intimacy of Being Known

Chapter 3: The Promises We Make

“𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 ���𝐚𝐜𝐤"

“𝐌𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐞.”

Read now on Ao3!

[jartvandelay]

Asking for a friend

[goldenrulemotherfucker]

cracks filled with gold

Lucy/Cooper Modern AU | 48K words | Rated E

Sometimes you don't realize how much something means to you until it's broken. Grad student Lucy and rock guitarist Cooper were together for nearly two years before a sudden breakup left both of them shattered. Months later while tired and lonely, Lucy makes an accidental turn onto his street and finds herself back on his doorstep out of the blue. Cooper's reaction to seeing her again makes Lucy rethink everything she thought she wanted--and reminds her why she fell so hard for him in the first place. Giving him a second chance may just turn out to be the best choice she's ever made.

#modern au #rock band au #second chances #getting back together #soft cooper #thirsty lucy #dorks in love

AO3

[thots-and-thoughts1031]

Chapter three of Lazarus is out! Smut ahead! Mind the tags in the work. Thanks for all the support and kudos I’ve gotten so far and thanks to @hartwinorlose for being my beta reader!

[thehouseoflore]

BRONCO

Lucy MacLean is a 3rd Grade Teacher at North Vault Elementary School. With news of the principal retiring she is very excited about new blood coming in. Only to discover that the new principal? Well, they met before…and not in a way Lucy is proud of.

[22sublime]

move over lucy, I’ll wander the wasteland with the ghoul instead

[boomboompowpow]

The please please please music video but instead of Sabrina and Barry it’s Cooper and Lucy