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sxturn-to-mxrs · 1 year ago

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𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮?

genre: fluff with a hint of angst word count: 633 pairing: pip x ravi (a good girl's to murder) setting: set after the events of as good as dead tw: none as of now (please lmk if there is one) just spoilers if you haven't read as good as dead

The verdict was read. Max Hastings was found guilty.

Ravi Singh was on autopilot. His hands rummaged through his pockets, desperately searching for his phone. He pulled it out, scrolling through the contacts lists until he reached the one named 'sarge<3'. He paused, his fingers ghosting over the keypad. Does she miss me? Would she remember me? Self doubt consumed him, but the longing for Pip won. He messaged her.

He waited

Pip's phone lit up; the text she awaited the most had finally arrived. The contact named 'ravishing<3' had messaged her. Finally. She clicked on the notification, the hollow pit in her heart was filled for a second, when she saw the message.

Pip took the first taxi home, making a mental list of all the people she had to apologize; all the people she had left. The drive wasn't long; only 2 hours long, but to her it felt like a eternity. She decided to practice the apology she would say, but no apology was perfect. The anxiety was eating her up, but as soon as the she heard the driver say that they had reached, all was forgotten.

Pip stood in front of her family's home. Not hers; she had ghosted them, she had left. She wondered if they would still welcome her; whether her dad remembered his 'pickle'. How her mom was, how tall had Josh grown? She swallowed all her feelings and pressed the doorbell.

She waited

Her dad opened the door; eyes widening and mouth agape, clutching the door handle tightly. He stood there frozen; not even making a sound. Pip tried for a 'Hey dad' but her own voice was gone. Just then, Josh came running; pushing her dad aside.

"MUM, PIP IS HERE!", he screamed and he hugged her, breaking Pip and their dad out of their trance. Josh's face was buried in her chest; he had grown taller. Her dad reached out and kissed her forehead mumbling about his pickle coming back home. Her mum came into view, and broke down into tears; her knees giving out. Pip kneeled down and hugged her; her mum's tears soaking her top.

Pip took a deep breath, and pushed the café's door open, the bells jingling overhead. As soon as she inhaled the smell of coffee and all the sweet memories, she was engulfed in a embrace. Nat DaSilva, she recognized and hugged her back. She hugged Jamie and Connor and went to the counter of the café.

"Can I get a best friend- no, sister with some extra sweetness and craziness on the go, please", she said in a stoic tone. Cara recognized her voice and turned to face her, her eyes wide.

"PIP?!", she whisper-shouted, not believing her eyes. Pip grinned and nodded, and Cara stepped forward.

She punched her.

She hugged her.

They both sobbed, holding each other close.

Ravi was still waiting for a text from her. His afternoon was supposed to be free, and he could march over to Cambridge to see her. But something in his heart told him to stop.

The doorbell rang. Ravi wondered who was ringing the bell, since there was nobody to be visting; no package to be delivered. He opened the door.

Pip's heart did somersaults when she saw him. Ravi's mouth was agape. She tried for a greeting.

"Hi?!", she muttered timidly, her voice barely reaching her own self.

Ravi took one long stride, and hugged her; firm and tight, which lifted her off her feet. He pulled away, and Pip closed the gap this time; placing her lips softly on his. The hollow pit in her heart was filled; all she felt was pure bliss.

She pulled away, resting her forehead on top of his. He flashed her his signature smile, the one that she adored.

"Hey Ravi, remember me?"

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talknerdytome18 · 8 months ago

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ONE WEEK UNTIL AGGGTM TV SHOW (for the uk and aus at least) WHO'S EXCITED????

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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 8 months ago

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Sweet Little Killer

Those big eyes, Cooper thought, his anger rising. Those big eyes of hers were glistening with tears, and twice as pretty for it. He wondered if she knew the effect she had on men with those soulful eyes of hers. If she did, she was damn well making those tears brim on her dark lashes on purpose, trying to wrap his withered heart around her pretty little finger.

As Ghoul and Lucy journey across the wastes to New Vegas both of them learn a helluva lot more about each other, and circumstances and mutual attraction drive them into each other's arms.

CHAPTER ONE

The ghoul walked quickly, his back straight, eyes fixed on the horizon, while the dog and the girl trailed along behind him. A million stars scattered the vast heavens above the trio, pinpricks of cold, sparkling light.

The revelations of the past few hours had left Lucy’s insides hollow from grief. Who her dad really was, leaving Max behind, and worst of all, realizing who was tied to the chair beside Moldovar. Over and over, she heard an echo of gunshot. Had she done the right thing, ending her mother’s life? Or had she done the selfish thing so she could be rid of her? Had she taken the easy way out, when the truly good and kind thing to do would have been to take her mother’s snapping, snarling corpse back into the vault and cared for her?

Rubbing her wind-chilled arms, Lucy wondered about the golden rule. Did the golden rule even apply to a miserable situation like this? But that was silly. Of course it did. It always applied. Didn’t it?

The wind blew dust into her face, and she had to stop to cough and blink it from her eyes.

Ahead, the ghoul paused at the crest of a low hill, and examined the landscape. This strange, dangerous man had asked her to come with him to New Vegas for reasons she couldn’t quite fathom. She was anxious to think about something that wasn’t her dead mother and her murderous father, and so she strode up beside him, moving dials on her Pip-Boy.

In as confident a voice as she could manage, she said, ‘Sorry, I’ve not been helping at all. I can find us a route if you give me a moment to—’

The ghoul spoke harshly. ‘I know the way.’

He set off again, his shredded duster billowing behind him, but not before Lucy caught his narrow-eyed, angry expression. Anger crackled through his frame as he stalked forward with single-minded purpose. Anger directed squarely at their destination.

Maybe anger was the correct emotion under the circumstances. Lucy dropped her arm back to her side and followed him. She tried to summon up some anger to keep herself focused—maybe even warm—but the cavern in her chest refused to fill up with anything.

The three of them eventually made camp for the night in an old shack that might have once been part of a bigger dwelling. The floor was sand. The roof was broken open in places and starlight shone through.

Wordlessly, the ghoul dropped his saddle bags to the ground, lay down with his back propped against the sloping sand and his booted feet up on an old tin box, folded his arms, and closed his eyes. The dog stretched out alongside him.

Lucy gazed at the ghoul, and then sat down cross-legged a few feet away. She’d thought there would be words spoken between them tonight. That they would explain to each other his astounding request for her to come with him, and her monumental decision to say yes.

But the ghoul looked like a man whose only desire in the world was to go to sleep.

Maybe he was already asleep.

Lucy cleared her throat.

The ghoul plucked his Stetson from his head with gloved fingers and covered his face.

It was a pointed message, but she ignored it. Tentatively, she called to him, ‘I thought we could talk seeing as we’re traveling together.’

‘S’late,’ the ghoul muttered.

Lucy leapt on his reluctant reply and started talking quickly. ‘True, but there’s no time like the present, as we tell each other back home. I never thought I’d say this, but you and I have something in common.’

The ghoul pushed the brim of his hat up with his forefinger and turned to her. ‘And what might that be?’ he asked softly.

Lucy gave him a weak smile as a pang went through her heart. ‘My dad. It’s not much to have in common—actually, it’s a terrible thing to have in common—but maybe you and I can be…’

Lucy trailed off as the ghoul’s eyes narrowed. His attitude rarely changed from either antipathy or anger, but she realized that right now he was dangerously close to losing his temper as his jaw flexed to one side.

Strained silence fell in the little shack.

‘Let’s get one thing straight, sweetheart,’ the ghoul said in a slow, deadly drawl. ‘I ain’t gonna be your friend. I ain’t your bodyguard or your protector, neither. You’re a liability and a goddamn pain in my ass.’

Wow. That was what she was afraid he’d think of her, but he went and said it out loud. A shameful, painful lump formed in Lucy’s throat and her voice was husky as she spoke around it. ‘If I’m so useless, then…why did you ask me to come with you?’

‘You vault dwellers are supposed to be the smart ones. I’m sure you can figure out why I brought you along.’

Her eyes searched his face, and then her features transformed in horror. ‘You said you let my dad go so you could follow him, but you still need me to get close to him and the rest of Vault-Tec. Is that it? You’re using me as bait. Again .’

Cooper gave a nasty laugh. ‘Oh, no, sweetheart. You’re not bait. You’ve been upgraded to leverage.’ As that revelation washed over her and ceased to bring her any comfort, as he’d intended, Cooper closed his eyes, put his hat back over his face, and settled back onto the sand to sleep. ‘There’s no reason for us to say one word to each other for however long it takes us to cross the wastes to New Vegas,’ he told her. ‘Once we get there, we’ll do what needs to be done, and then we’ll go our separate ways.’

He was ready for sleep, but sleep refused to come. The girl was cold, or she was miserable. Probably both. Cooper grit his teeth against the pathetic, shivery sounds she was making and glared at the inside of his hat. One more minute and she’d fall asleep.

One more minute.

Several minutes passed and the girl didn’t stop crying. The more she tried to smother it, the harder she choked and whimpered. Sure, she had a lot to cry about, what with putting a bullet in her mom’s flailing corpse and discovering her daddy’s a murderous asshole, but they had a plan. There was no need to get all weepy now they had a plan.

Not having a plan, that was something to bawl about.

Lucy’s breathing hitched in a sob.

Cooper seized his hat and yanked it off his face. God fucking damn it. He opened his mouth to snap at the girl to shut the hell up, but Dogmeat’s liquid eyes reproached him in the moonlight.

Cooper closed his mouth. No way. He wasn’t going to comfort her. There would be no comforting on this little trip of theirs. No one needed to unburden their heart or ask why did this happen to poor little me. Answers were what they were going to get. Important fucking answers.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucy wiping away tears. A long-forgotten impulse flashed through his heart, one that belonged to the man he once was. The husband and the lover. The protector. A man who took joy in holding someone’s tender heart in both his big hands. Who would soothe and kiss away tears, pressing his lips to a cheek or a forehead or a throat.

Cooper pictured himself getting up stroking Lucy’s hair back from her hot, tear-streaked cheeks as she gazed up at him in the moonlight. I’ve got you, darlin’. I’m here.

I could…

He nearly sat up before he remembered the man who was so good at murmuring soft words was long dead. No one wanted or needed his scarred hands or lips anywhere near their tears or soft, smooth skin. In this ruined world, Cooper looked like death and that’s what he delivered. Death. Dear little Lucy’s daddy would soon be dead by Cooper’s hand, and then more of her pretty tears would pour down her cheeks. Even though she probably wanted her daddy dead, she’d still hate Cooper for being the one to put the bullet in him.

Dogmeat gazed sadly at him, and glanced at Lucy and back at him again.

Silently, Cooper pointed at the girl and gave a quick jerk of his head. Dogmeat obediently got up, trotted over to Lucy, and lay down beside her. There was a wet, sad little gasp from the girl, and then she wrapped her arms around Dogmeat and buried her face in the dog’s fur. With a warm body to hold, Lucy’s crying ceased. A moment later, she lay down with the animal.

The tension in Cooper’s chest and shoulders finally relaxed. When the girl’s breathing evened out a few minutes later, he settled his hat back over his face, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

***

Lucy’s eyes felt puffy from crying when she sat up the next morning. The ghoul was already up and repacking his bag. She heard the tinkle of glass, so maybe he’d just inhaled some of his medication.

Maybe that had put him in a better mood.

The dog’s warm, furry body had brought her comfort in the night, and maybe, just maybe, they were both feeling better. There was no way she was going on this journey in complete silence. If she was hurting, he was hurting too. A person didn’t get so angry and closed off for no reason.

As she got to her feet, Lucy said, ‘Mr. Ghoul, um, sir. I can’t call you Mr. Ghoul. What’s your name? I’m Lucy, by the way,’ she added hastily.

Cooper didn’t look up from his bags. He knew her name. He’d heard her father and that can of cram—the Knight—call her by the pretty, girlie name of Lucy. But he didn’t want or need to know her name. Vaultie was just fine, or if he was particularly annoyed with her, sweetheart was even better. A cold, sarcastic reminder that she was anything but sweet to him. Darlin’—now that was something he was saving for when she really got on his nerves.

‘What if I told you I don’t remember?’ he muttered. It wasn’t a lie if he framed it as a question.

He glanced up to see Lucy’s mouth fall open slightly, and the saddest look he ever saw fill her big eyes. Sadder even than last night when she was crying for herself.

She was pitying him? Oh, this was too fucking much. No amount of leverage in the world was worth seeing a girl pity him.

‘You really don’t remember? I’m sorry,’ she whispered.

Cooper wished to fuck that he didn’t remember, but two hundred years later, his irradiated brain remembered every goddamn moment of betrayal, grief, and loss.

‘Well, doesn’t it just hurt to be me,’ he sneered. ‘Move it, vaultie. Let’s get going before the radscorpions do.’

Lucy dusted her ass off and started following him, but then stopped dead. ‘The…what?’

With his back to the girl, the ghoul grinned at the bright sunny morning. Something about her trepidation filled him with happiness. He was going to torment her all day, and he couldn’t wait.

He strode jauntily out of the shack, whistling as he went, the dog trotting happily at his heels.

Thank you for reading! Chapter Two is here.

#ghoulcy #vaultghoul #cooper howard #lucy maclean #fallout tv series #fallout fanfiction #ghoul x lucy

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stormbreaker101 · 27 days ago

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SUPERCHARGE OBSERVATIONS

Seems to cap at 13 pips max rather than 14 pips?

Evidence:

reg Supercharge = +130%, not +140%

IC Supercharge (12% per) = +156%, not +168%. Stacks with reg

Daybreaker Supercharge (4+x, 10% per) = +90%, not +100%. Stacks with reg and IC

Nightbringer Supercharge (4+x, 10% per, using Dark Surge before it casts if that makes a difference) = +90%, not +100%, and dark surge does NOT affect it. Does NOT stack with daybreaker, visibly stacks with reg and IC

HOWEVER. NEITHER DAYBREAKER NOR NIGHTBRINGER SUPERCHARGE ACTUALLY ACTIVATED WHEN CASTING THE SPELL. (You can see 2 blades remain around Nora's word when the attacking wave from Bunyip starts to hit) (I couldn't capture the numbers partly bc i was anticipating to see a third but didn't, but the 130 and 156 activated)

#wizard101 #breaker speaks :3

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lacontroller1991 · 4 months ago

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Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 19: Nick Valentine x F!Reader

Day 19: Yarn/Blood Trail Masterlist Warnings: 16+, Vampirism, Blood Drinking, gaslighting Word Count: 1.6k

It started a few months ago. You would disappear from Sanctuary in the middle of the night, no one really knowing where you went. It’s better that way. It’s better that they don’t know the truth. Your disappearances never lasted for long, maybe 6 hours at the max before your return, sauntering around the budding town as if you had been there the entire time.

Nick doesn’t really think anything of it, that you’ve noticed. He always plays it off as you just needing some alone time. The wasteland is a harsh environment, especially if you’re not initially from it, so he doesn’t blame you if you need a few hours to yourself.

But then people started disappearing. Valentine Detective Agency was back in business. Complaints of family members never returning home from nights out flooded Ellie and Nick, only for them to go cold. And Valentine is sick of telling only bad news.

Slamming the papers down, smoke drifts through his open face as your head pops up from its place on the couch in the office, confusion across your features. “What is it, Nick?”

Nick shakes his head, snuffing out the butt of his cigarette and leaning back in the seat, wishing the nicotine had an effect on him. “Another person has disappeared, and like usual, there’s nothing. No hint of where they disappeared to, no note, no tracks, nothing. It’s like they’ve simply vanished,” he huffs before slouching back over the desk as you leave your seat, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

The truth is, you know where all of those people are. They’re in a cave, sleeping peacefully. It typically takes them a few days of recovery before they’re back at home, safe and sound, with no recollection of what had hit them. “If the Institute wasn’t destroyed, I would just write it off as that, but it doesn’t make sense. These disappearances started after you returned from the Institute and then continued.” Your blood runs cold and you pray that he doesn’t pick up on it, because he’s right. Your time in the Institute, although short lived, was enough time for the scientists to run an experiment on you and now you’re this, a blood sucking demon.

“I don’t know Nick, don’t these people normally come back? Maybe they just wanted some time away,” you hope that he buys it, but you got to give credit where credit is due, he’s a damn good detective.

“No, that would be plausible if these people had random times of disappearance, but they always disappear at night and then show up exactly three days later, no recollection of where they were.” Shit. You need to change it up. Looking down at your pip boy, you fiddle with the controls before grabbing your jacket from the chair.

“You’ll figure this out. I gotta go, Nick. I’ll see you later,” pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek, you skirt out the door as Nick takes note of the time.

“12:30, 15 minutes before the disappearances. Could she have something to do with this?” Nick doesn’t waste any time before he’s throwing on his coat and rushing out of the door.

Following 10 paces behind you, Nick’s yellow eyes peer out into the darkness, eyes catching onto your frame, and someone else. Tuning his auditory sensors to maximum, he crouches down behind a bush as you and the person walk next to each other.

“Will it hurt?” Hmm, that voice sounds familiar.

“You ask this every time. No. It feels like a stimpak, just a few pricks at the same time,” he makes out your hand rubbing the other person’s arm, guiding them into the woods.

“The things I do for you.”

“You know how much I appreciate this.” Nick watches as you and the other person disappear into a cave.

“Where are they going?” Following them, Nick sneaks into the cave, gun in hand as he hides behind a wall.

“Are you ready?”

“Yep.” A sharp gasp breaks out followed by gurgling, the distinct smell of blood being picked up by Nick’s senses. What the? Coming out from the wall, the sight that Nick stumbles on makes his non-existent stomach sick to his stomach. On a bed lies MacCready, limp and passed out. On top of the young merc is you, your face hidden from his view, buried in between Mac’s neck and shoulder.

“What the hell is going on in here?” His arrival causes you to jump in shock, head ripping from Mac’s neck, blood trickling down his skin and your chin.

“Nick? What are you doing here?” He doesn’t answer you, instead, Nick takes a look around. Surrounding the room are various beds, the missing people laying there, sleeping peacefully.

“All this time I have been looking for these people, and you knew where they were,” he raises his gun, pointing it at your head. He doesn’t want to shoot, but he will if he needs to. Just what else has she been hiding from me? He watches as you sigh, turning back to the merc but the cocking of his gun stops your movements.

“I need to get Mac a stimpak before he bleeds out, can I do that before I explain everything?” Nick doesn’t respond and you take that as a sign to quickly jab your friend with a stimpak before licking the blood off of your chin. “Why don’t we have a seat,” you take a seat on a nearby couch as he sits across from you, gun still pointed at your head. “Nick, bullets won’t work on me anymore.”

“Explain.”

— pov switch—

This is exactly what you did not want. You did not want him to know that you’re a monster. You did not want him to walk in on you feeding. And yet, now that he did, you feel free. An imaginary weight being lifted off your shoulders. “I’m a vampire.” “How long have you been keeping that one up your sleeve?”

Taking in a deep sigh, you plan out your next words carefully, knowing damn well that it could ruin the relationship you have with him, if it’s not ruined already. “When I got to the Institute, Shaun wanted me to get a health check up, see how much radiation has damaged my body. They had some injections that they promised were just vaccines, but when they gave me the last one, I passed out, only to wake up craving one thing, blood. I didn’t know what I was craving until a human came over to me and I… snapped,” you take a deep breath in, looking down at your hands to avoid his piercing gaze. “I jumped on the person and drank all of their blood. Only once the urge was satisfied had I realized what I had done. I was so mad when I found out, I went on a rampage, and… there was so much blood.”

“And then what?”

“I was brought to Shaun, he had explained what he did, who I now was. A monster.” Tears prickle at your eyes as you try to blink them away, afraid of what Nick will think of you. “It was fine when I had access to the Institute because I could just drink from some blood bags, but once it was destroyed, I had to figure out a way to get blood.”

“And so kidnapping people and killing them is the best you could do?” You can tell that he’s fuming, judging by the steam that comes out from his ears.

“No, they don’t die. The first few, unfortunately did die, but I now have a system, I know how to minimize death.”

Nick looks to MacCready, your friend. “And what about him? Why are you doing that to him? He has a child who depends on him.”

“Nick. None of these people are dying anymore. I take the most that I can without them dying and then I keep them here while they recover the lost blood. When they wake up, they have no recollection. And as for RJ, he likes doing this. He doesn’t remember once he wakes up, but when I need to feed, he’s always more than willing.” By more than willing, he downright begs. Frankly, he gets off on it, not that Nick needs to know that.

Hanging his head between his hands, you can hear his motors turning in his head. “You let me try to solve all of these cases, knowing where they were this whole time. Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“This isn’t something that I’m proud of. I don’t want people knowing what I am.”

“But MacCready can know? Why don’t you trust me?” Moving next to him, you place a tender hand on his arm, rubbing the material of his clothes gently.

“He only knows because he saw me feed on someone, or else he would not have known,” you pause, chewing the inside of your mouth. “Look, Nick, I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how, nor did I know what you would say.”

Nick stands up abruptly, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it, pacing around the lit cave as he looks everyone over. None of them are dead, but they’re not exactly full of life either. He’s seen a lot of sick things and this is one of them. “I need some time.”

“I understand. I’ll be here.” Nick doesn’t bother to reply before he’s walking away, disbelief clouding his mind.

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