#the king new vegas

[sacreblugh]

when ncr squatters:

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Old Fashioned ↠ The King x Reader

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Music rang throughout the crowded rooms in the School of Impersonation as the broken-down jukebox sang sorrowfully in the corner. Its glitched and sporadic chants did little to dissuade the gang from enjoying themselves, however, as they all still seemed to have about as much fun as if the music were clear.

You leaned against the wall behind the makeshift bar, watching as the King members ran around drinking and dancing on stage. The white dress you stole from the Ultra-Luxe fitted you nicely as you cradled your own alcohol in your hand, enjoying the multiple Elvis songs that the members took turns singing into the busted microphone.

You jumped in surprise when you heard your bell being rung, you're eyes scanned over the rows of barstools before they landed on the King. "Sorry, baby, didn't mean to make ya all shook up like that.".

You grinned at him, "Don't worry about it. Here for another drink?"

"I sure am, could you get me one for the heart?"

"One for the heart? Did one of your groupies leave you?"

His blue eyes locked onto yours for a minute before he replied, "Yeah, somethin' like that."

You rummaged around in your crates before pulling out a bottle of beer. Simple, but he seemed to enjoy them well enough.

"I'm worried about you, King, did something happen? I feel like you're never hanging around your girls anymore." Normally you'd see the two women he was usually around at least once a day, but it'd been around a week since the last time you saw them.

"I'm hangin' round you, ain't I?" He said, offering you a quiet 'thank ya' as you handed him over the drink.

"You know what I mean." You said, leaning against the counter to better level yourself with the man who sat on the bar stool before you. "What's going on? Was there an argument?"

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the counter, supposedly a nervous habit, although, you don't ever think you've seen him anxious in your life. "Would you mind comin' upstairs with me? I'd rather talk with you in a more uh—secluded location."

"You're the boss." You quickly wiped your hands off onto a rag before following closely behind him up the stairs of the relatively large building. You ran your hand along the rusted railing as you went, you were slightly anxious about what he wanted to talk to you about and prayed that he wasn't mad about the whole 'banned-from-the-Ultra-Luxe-for-not-following-industry-rules' incident. You thought you brushed most of it under the rug, but maybe something happened to reach his ears all the way out in Freeside?

"Sooo, what'd you wanna tell me? I hope I'm not in trouble." You joked, attempting to alleviate the tension that was slowly starting to set. You'd been in the King's room many times before, most people have, he's not very strict about who can and can't wander up to that floor, but seeing it without all his usual girls made you feel confused and slightly uneasy.

"(Y/N), I don't know what's overcome me but I can't seem to shake you from my thoughts." He blurted, placing his hands gently on your shoulders.

"What?" You asked. This wasn't where you thought the conversation would go at all.

"Listen, you don't gotta say anythin' right now. I get that I'm technically your boss an' all that, but—well—I just wanna offer you this dance."

You giggled, flattered at the offer as you stepped closer to drape your arms around his neck, his hands instinctively sliding down your waist. "Of course." Is all you said before he began to sway you across the wooden floors that still held sturdy after all these years. The old-fashioned slow dance didn't mix well with the songs the others blasted downstairs, but it didn't seem to matter, the King still handled you delicately as you danced. And when the music started to slow, he dipped you down, kissed your temple, and let you go.

He wrapped your hands around his arm as he led you to the pool table that sat off to the side, "How 'bout a game of pool?"

[nooklingposting]

Fallout crossover episode but it's just the Sole Survivor teaching The Kings in New Vegas everything they can about Elvis Presley.

Bonus points if Sole was a huge Elvis fan and is besotted with the King the entire time.

[artbyblastweave]

What I like about New Vegas is that out of all the Fallout games, it feels like it's the most aware of the fact that everyone is doing a bit of some kind from the fifties and is much more attentive and thoughtful than some of the other games to the implications of the fact that everyone is doing some kind of bit from the fifties.

The Kings are a salient example of this. The surface level gag, of course, is that they're a militant gang of Elvis impersonators, having adopted the aesthetic after their leader mistook a training facility for Elvis impersonators as some kind of religious site. Stock Future-imperfect stuff, oh-those-silly-wastelanders, elevating our pop-culture to the level of organizing-societal-principle.

Until, of course, you take into account the (singular) King's actual project- the fact that his gang is the defacto governing body of Freeside, the accompanying fact that he's got his anarchist predilections and thus would like to maintain that governing position without having to constantly kick people around to get them to listen. And here you've come across a guy from before the war who was apparently so incredibly charismatic that people came from all over the country to see him, so charismatic that they built an entire school to train people how to imitate his mannerisms. No shit they're gonna check if there's any gas left in that can! There might be some real practical power on the table if they can walk that walk! Even if the quick-and-dirty pitch for the gang is "Elvis Cult," there isn't really a spiritual component, they aren't morons who're mistaking this guy for a literal god, they just recognize that there might be some unreclaimed social capital here for them to tap into. And there absolutely is, in-universe and out- have you ever encountered a Fallout fan who didn't love The Kings?

Compare this, by the way, with the Three Families, who aren't in a situation where they're scrambling for a symbol they can rally populist support around. These guys are on top of the world. They aren't doing a bit because they're pursuing the social power that bit would provide them- there ultimately is some, but that's not why they started doing it and it isn't strictly something that they needed to do, given their combined force of arms. They're doing their respective bits because the guy with the robot army told them to. They're theme-park employees, working to brute-force back into existence the halcyon youth of a guy who can't even go outside to enjoy it.

[yeehawknight]

Some quiet moment somewhere in the wasteland 🥰

Almost forgot I yet had to write the description down but honestly there isn’t much to say. I made it a gif because it’s cuter this way and because I didn’t have to do much in the first place ;)

Hope you’ll like it!

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[ohpuckno]

Hockeyblr is hilarious because every now and then, you’ll catch your mutuals cheering for teams you despise on your dash. It’s like discovering your dad has a secret second family. My brother in Christ, we were fighting on the frontlines together in the same lb no more than 24 hours ago, what happened

[pinstripe-king]

Friends, I present to you my biggest contribution to this fandom 🤝 Some years ago I made some references to use on my art, now I'm sharing it, finally. Feel free to request any in-game outfits and I'll take some screenshots and post it here when I finish the pip-boy reference I'm currently doing.

[t00thpasteface]

the king is still so funny to me conceptually. the npc ever. what if the gang that had the biggest influence over the lawless part of post apocalyptic las vegas was all elvis themed. what if the gang's leader was a benevolent anarchist who got elevated to unrivalled gang leader status just because people like him so darn much. and what if he had no idea who elvis was and considered his dead-ringer impersonation schtick to be a religious thing

[maruneia]

need them to collab so bad

[joleneghoul]

Decided to make an actual ref for The Queen. I think Fallout NPC ocs are really really fun honestly- like yesss add more to the game.

Text under cut in case its hard to read on photo!

Originally a performer from New Reno, Queen now resides on the outskirts of New Vegas, with The Kings- after life on The Strip turned foul.

It seems she has had a hard time settling down in the past, probably because of her affinity for a good revenge plot. Never let it be said that The Queen can't hold a grudge.

Quest: The Night The Lights Went Out In Vegas*

After Reaching Idolized Status in Freeside The Queen will embellish and customize The Couriers clothes for them.

*A Wildcard/anarchy sided Quest Titled after "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia" by Vicki Lawrence

[fallout-biggest-irons]

[undeadc0wb0y]

The Kings are about an idea, you see? Where every man is free to follow his own path, do his own thing. Where every man is a king in his own right.

[samanthasgone]

Credit to Pinterest

[parchmentknight]

yeah mr. the king bust it down yeah yeah uh yeah yeah

i finally finished this piece. i still have some qualms with it though, but if i didnt finish it now it would stay rotting in my ibispaint app and the thought of it staying unfinished would haunt me. if i get another wave of "king new vegas/elvis hyperfixation" then... maybe ill do another. actively avoiding looking too long at him because then i start picking it apart and seeing all the mess-ups and UGH. im gonna listen to some elvis.

minorly unrelated but im devastated that i will never see a real frank sinatra, dean martin, perry como, and other ratpack concert... i was watching dean martin's live concert in london with my dad and i was just lamenting. I WANT TO SEE THEM MAKE FUN OF EACH OTHER AND PUSH EACH OTHER OFF THE STAGE!!!! dean martin and sinatra just fooling around, the atmosphere, the music (guy who only listens to 40s, 50s, and sometimes 60s all day every day), the comedy? everything except, you know, the beliefs and bad stuff. i like having rights.

and i gave him a spiked baseball bat instead of a mic. yippee!

[sporkberries]

POV you are Benny showing up at the independent new vegas celebration party

[sayodoko]