#courier x cass

[witcherislovewitcherislife]

I wrote some Fallout fanfic if anyone is interested in reading!

#not witcher related #fallout #fallout new vegas #the courier #rose of sharon cassidy #courier x cass #fanfiction

[everydayyoulovemeless]

silly prompt idea even if November's already over: your choice of companions and their response to No Nut November? like whether they'd actually try it or their reactions to the games respective MC trying it. interpret it however you want

FNV Companions (+Yes Man, Victor, and Benny) Responses to No Nut November

➼ Word Count » 0.8k ➼ Warnings » MDNI ➼ Genre » Romantic, NSFW ➼ A/N » I had to cut out three of them, so I added 3 random ones! Hope you don't mind!

First off, Boone thinks you're stupid. There are so many things going on in the Mojave and you want to... not cum? Are your priorities questionable? Sure, but he'll follow along if you insist. He manages to make it the whole month, with no sweat. He's not an incredibly horny guy, to begin with, so it's mostly just him doing what he's always done. Even if you decide you're done with the challenge, he won't budge. 10/10, not only is he a team player, but he dominates the competition. Not literally (he's got a contest to win), but you get the idea.

"This was your idea. Stick with it."

Arcade gets a bit flustered when you ask him. When you said you had something you needed to talk to him about, this was the last thing he expected. He's not all that bad at it. He's got an occasional urge, but he's a focused man and can shut it down just as quickly as it comes. Although he was embarrassed at first, he gets confident throughout the rest of the month and will tease you to try and get you to lose. 7/10, he passes it with only a few issues and he's not above edging you on to get you to fail before him.

"You seem bothered. I can fix that, you know."

Raul chuckles at the idea. He's not hard to convince. It's not like he's got anything better to do, so why not. Raul doesn't have much trouble actually completing the challenge. He's old and too tired to do things like that frequently anyway, and he knows that's the case. So, instead, he tries to do everything in his power to get you to lose. He's like Arcade but way worse. He'll rasp into your ear more often, touch you for much longer than he needs to, or get right in your face in an attempt to make you flustered. 5/10, he's against you from the start.

"Don't know what you're talking 'bout, boss. I've always stood this close. Really."

Cass has heard of No Nut November before and has already tried it out a couple of times (with varying outcomes), so it's safe to say she'd be willing to try it out again with you. She thinks it could be fun, especially if you allow her to mix a few drinks into the picture. She'd love to see how long she'd last but if you get a few bottles of whiskey into her system, she'll be clinging to your shoulder and asking to fuck. 2/10, she tires?? I guess??

"Who said we couldn't take a couple of breaks? It's not like either of us are actually counting."

Veronica's never heard of it before, but she'd be lying if she said it didn't pique her interest in some way. She's curious about how difficult it's actually got to be, and to her surprise (and slight disappointment), she finds it to be easy. Veronica has incredible amounts of self-control when it comes to sex and masturbation, so she never really viewed it as a challenge. However, just because she finds it easy, doesn't mean she won't cheer you on. 10/10, she passes and makes you pass as well, there's no one better you could ask.

"Only a few days left! This'll be easy! :)"

Yes Man will be as enthusiastic as ever. Of course, he'll participate! There's nothing he'd like more than doing something with you. He struggles quite a bit when it comes to making it through the month, and probably won't make it, but he sure does try! And even if he loses early on, he'd gladly help you complete it on your own. 5/10, helps everyone but himself.

"Forget about me, I have full confidence in your ability!"

Victor has never been more confused in his life. What the hell does that even mean? He supposes he'll try it out, mostly because he doesn't know what's happening, but he's still willing to give it a shot. The only way Victor fails is if you fail. He only masturbates twice a year, and if he were to have sex, it'd be with you. And if you're offering, there's never a moment when he'd deny it. 7/10, could win but it solely depends on you're drive to complete it.

"Say that again, doll? What's it you want me t'do?"

Benny is utterly appalled. Why would he want to do something so silly? What’s even the point? He’s got you, this challenge couldn’t possibly hold. So when he hears that you’ve taken it upon yourself to actively participate, he’s at a loss. He doesn’t want to look like a chump in front of you, but at the same time, you can’t actually be serious. A month? Are you sure? He’s, by no means, a team player. 0/10 failed immediately and didn’t even try.

“C’mon, baby, rethink it, won’t you? You couldn’t really go the whole month without me, could you?”

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 2 -- Rose of Sharon Cassidy

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 2 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Tit Fucking with Cass x M!Reader

Yay! Cass is so fun to write for honestly, and this was no exception. The banter, especially, was just good, good fun 😊

I hope you like it!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Tit Fucking, drinking (alcohol lol), blow jobs, praise, teasing, orgasm denial, edging, cum shot, nipple play, face sitting (very brief).

Words: 3.6k

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“You want me to introduce ya, or something?”

“W-what?” You blinked at your companion from where you leaned against the pool table, effectively on the same level as her, as Cass bent over to make a shot.  

“My tits, Six. You keep staring right at ‘em. If you want me to introduce ya, I could, you know.” 

You felt your cheeks heat, and promptly stood up to your full height, regrettably losing your previous view in the process.  

Idiot. You chastised yourself. How could I have been so obvious? How…

How could I have not noticed what I was doing?

“Can’t say how they’d like ya though, these gals. They’re picky.” With that, Cass took her shot, sinking in the last of her striped pool balls as she fixed you with a wink. 

“H-how, well, I didn’t mean to–”

“What? Make it obvious? C’mon Six, eyes wide as a full moon, yer mouth hanging open like a slack-jawed brahmin, I’d have to be blind not to notice.” 

Guess I’m blind, then. You thought solemnly. 

Cass, luckily, failed to sink the 8 ball as she finished her turn, and so, with an audible swallow, you rounded the pool table to set up your own measly shot. The one upside of this particular game was how many of your solid-colored balls you had left to choose from. 

Instead of moving away, circling the table as an opponent usually does, to watch your move, to be out off the way of your cue, even just to go and take a drink of her beer on the tall table across from you, Cass moved closer. She leaned back against the table, her elbows resting on the lip as she tilted her head back to be level with yours... and purposefully jutting out her chest. 

“Look, partner, I’m not shy about ‘em.” 

The ex-caravanner gave a little shimmy, hiking her flannel down to further accentuate the… ahem, objects of your recent attention. 

“All you gotta do is ask.” Cass whispered in your ear, so close, you could feel the way her bottom lip brushed your earlobe. 

Instead of answering her, you found your arms moving of their own accord while the rest of your body fell for the distraction. Still though, the shot was shit, you observed as you saw the mark you’d left upon the crimson felt of the table, as you saw the cue ball bang right into the 8, and… sink it in. To add insult to injury, the white, affronting ball flew into the hole right after. 

“Hm.” You turned to Cass as she made a face, her brows furrowed and lips pursed. “Didn’t think it was that ball’s turn yet.” 

“Me neither.” You said with a sigh, turning around to lean back alongside her. “Guess he was ready to make the jump, though.” 

You half-smiled as Cass let out a little, amused snort. It was the only type of laughter you ever seemed to rouse from her, but even still, it always managed to warm your chest. 

“So, what about you? You ready?”

“R-ready?” Your eyes widened substantially as your heart stuttered its pace in your chest.

“Yeah, courier, pay up. What was it, 15? So that makes 30 caps for me, doesn’t it?” 

You nodded at that, with a sad little wince on your face. 

“Well… what if I just bought you a couple drinks, eh? That would cover it, right?” 

Cass turned to you with a quirked brow, and you could already hear the ‘no’ in her expression. 

With a sigh, you forked over the caps to her open palms, dropping them one by one until they nearly spilled from her fingers. 

“Thank ya kindly.” She threw a wink your way as she pushed off the edge of the pool table and made for the bar. 

“Anytime.” The word was almost a croak. As she vanished through the haze of bar-goers and cigarette smoke, you grabbed up the pool cues, and set them back on the rack. 

I have got to stop agreeing to these games… 

“Right.” Two glasses clattered down on the wood table you were now leaning over, your eyes peering up from where they’d been buried against your wrists as you nursed you conscience of all of its silly financial losses. 

And social ones. Ugh.

“Now this? This is a right kinda beverage. Yer gonna thank me, before the night is through. Just wait and see.” 

“Oh, so you can buy me a drink, but I can’t–”

“Oh, get over yourself, cowboy. If you don’t drink the damn thing, I will. Lord knows I need somethin’ that strong.” 

“Well…” You grasped the tall, dark glass with one hand, and held it up. “Cheers, then.” 

“Hm. Good choice.” A clink sounded as the drinks met, and then… Then it was mostly a blur. 

Strong? Strong, my ass, this shit was a Herculean concentrate. 

–

You woke up in a haze, your head pounding like a bighorner had run over it with a tractor full of about eighteen other bighorners. 

“Morning, sunshine.” Cass sounded equally as shitty as you felt. 

You were both in a bed, a big one with the sheets all tossed off the sides and pillows all mussed. The room was dim, and there wasn’t any light shining through the curtains just yet. 

“Morning?” You managed, rubbing your eyes and your temples in the same desperate movement to get your head from hating you so loudly, so distractingly.

“Eh, probably not really yet, but for you. Passed out a couple hours ago after a few drinks, started saying some weird shit too loud down there, so I got us this room. Paid with your caps though, seein’ as I bought the dri–”

“W-wait, hold on, I was saying stuff?”

“Yeah, nothing I wasn’t aware of, but still, kinda embarrassing confessing your drunken love for me in front of all those strangers.” 

“I…” Your own groan interrupted you, and you fell back against the cushions as your hands went to your face, shielding it from Cass’s obviously amused scrutiny. 

“It was quite the performance, Six, really. I appreciated it.” 

“Wow, yeah,” You said humorously, “Wish I coulda been there for it myself.”

“No, hey, c’mon partner.” 

A hand shoved against your shoulder roughly, temporarily pulling the attention from the pain in your head. 

“It was real sweet. You sayin’ how good we are together, how we have fun, how you’re so glad we met in that seedy NCR bar, oh so many months ago.”

That’s… well, that’s not so bad, as far as confessions go.

“An’ how much you like my tits.”

Shit. 

Another groan escaped you of its own accord, and if that wasn’t enough, the pounding in your skull seemed to increase exponentially with that knowledge. 

“Yep, way you say it, I’ve got the finest pair in New Vegas, in all the Mojave Wastes. They’re all round and nice an’ soft, look like you could sleep on ‘em, or kiss ‘em till your lips fall off. Real poet you are, when it comes to my tits.” 

“Right, well…” 

How the hell am I supposed to come back from this? I confess my love… and then talk about her breasts for ten whole poetic sentences? 

“Just really speaking from the heart, you know?” 

It was all you could do in terms of damage control. How do firemen control a burn that’s already gone out? The devastation was there to stay, no matter what you poured on it. 

“Yeah, right here.”

You let your eyes peek up from the shield of your hands to look over at her, just in time to see the way Cass squeezed at her own right breast with a cheeky grin at her lips. 

“Yep, that’s the place…” 

Did my voice just go up an octave? Jesus... If I could get paid for embarrassing myself, I could afford to play pool with her every damn night.

“Look, quit being so dramatic. ‘S not like you said anything gross. An’ besides… Coulda told me before.”

You only shook your head, eyes lost in nothingness as you tried to rake your shadowed memories for any semblance of this interaction of yours. 

“Why didn't you, Six? You scared or something?” 

“Something like that, yeah…” 

“Oh, poppycock. Yer just more articulate when yer drunk, that’s all. Makes ya more passionate, less scared of what other folks’ll think.” 

“Don’t care what they think. But…” You turned to face her, and damn near kicked yourself at the way your eyes automatically went to her cleavage. 

“But, um…”

“Oh, for christ's sake.”  

Your eyes widened until you were sure they’d pop right out of your skull as her hands flew to the buttons of her flannel. 

“It’s not that hard, Six. You tell me you think I’d look swell with my tits out, and I’d show ya in a heartbeat.” 

“W-what?” Your gaze finally broke its trance and tore from the growing gap in her shirt to meet her eyes.

“Yeah. Not gonna bite you or nothin’, well, not unless yer into it." She chuckled dryly to herself at that, before her voice grew noticeably softer. You almost couldn't believe it was her speaking. "No but… If I’m being honest, I think you ain’t so bad yourself, Six.” 

For a moment, the pain in your head left you completely, all discomfort forgotten at the sound of her affirming words. 

“Yeah?” Was all you could manage to get out in your present state. 

“Yeah, an’ if yer feelin’ up to it, I’d like to show ya just how much I like ya.” 

“This isn’t, like… You’re not messing with me, are you?” 

You hated that you felt the need to ask, but... Yeah, with Cass, you never could know.

“You want me to come clean? Fine."

It was just then that your eyes lingered on her face long enough to notice the blush painting her freckled cheeks, and the way her eyes were darker than usual, her pupils wide with...

Could it be?

"But you… All you said down there, Six, ‘bout how irresistible you think I am, an' all you said you wanted to do to me, if you had the chance… well, let’s just say it’s like a busted hoover dam down here, alright?” 

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest as she gestured between her legs.

She meant it– means it. Wants me…

A curious sound left you as you gulped heavily. A growing heat stirred in your gut, and your cock woke up not a moment later, twitching as it stiffened in your jeans. 

“So…?” Cass’s auburn brows rose on her head, and you blinked at her a moment, letting the shock of this whole interaction sink in, and then dissipate before you answered. 

“So… I think I’m the luckiest guy in the Mojave, and… fuck, yeah, I’m up to it.” 

You were scooching towards your companion before you even finished your sentence, but before you could turn to face her, to wrap your arms around her, to kiss her, to do whatever your still-hazy mind had spontaneously planned, before her movement halted you. 

Cass sat up in the bed, thrusting her chest pointedly outwards as her hands hauled the fabric of her flannel off of her completely. Stopping dead in your tracks, you held your body still, waiting for her direction as Cass crawled the last bit over towards you, before moving to straddle your legs between hers on the bed. 

“We have quite a bit of time to acquaint ourselves in our travels, but seein’ as we’re both needy as deathclaws in heat right now, figured I’d just get right down to it.”

You nodded, like a love-drunk (and sort of regular-drunk) fool as her hands went to the button and zip of your pants, undoing both without preamble and beginning to haul your jeans and underwear down off of you in one impatient movement. You raised your hips in response, no time for self-consciousness or hesitation before your lower half was completely bare to her. 

Cass bit her bottom lip as her gaze dragged up your legs to rest on your quickly-forming erection, swelling as your arousal built up within you-- fucking jump-started and revving at this point-- with her bare breasts jutting out towards you. 

“You sure are excited, huh?” Cass threw you a wink that immediately stole the breath from your lungs. Your heart was racing from being exposed like this, from blood quickly rushing down to your cock, and, mostly, from the way she looked above you, her pale, heavy tits just as fantastic as you’d always imagined them, a mix of soft-looking and freckled and maybe just a hint of sharpness to her shapely pink nipples.

They're more perfect than even drunk me could've aptly described.  

“Never told me how formidable you were, big boy.” Her voice brought you back to reality as your gaze snapped to her face, and then, her hand was upon you. Her fingers moved lightly, teasingly as she toyed with your cock, examining your girth, the way you swelled and heated against her rough palm, the way the tip leaked and your shaft twitched at the sound of her praise and her light touches.

“Now, that is just as worthy of praise as my tits you was ravin’ about out there. Ravin' like a mad man.” A giggle left her at that, a light, wondrous sound, and as much as you wished to commend her for it, her hand beginning to stroke over you, spreading your pre-cum up and down your cock left little room for you to focus on your words. 

“I, ahh... Seriously doubt that, Cass.” You managed to haul out from your strained throat. 

Dammit, how you felt like some overexcited boy seeing a Gamora dancer out on the strip for the first time. Three minutes it’s been, maybe, and already you felt yourself reach full hardness, felt the buildup to your release upon you like flies on a dead fiend…

Wow, okay… that visual seemed to slow things down a bit though. 

“You…” you tried speaking through it, hoping it’d be distraction enough so you could pace yourself. “You’re worthy of praise, and those…” 

Both hands gestured to her chest, at the way her breasts jostled deliciously with every stroke she made with her hand over him. 

“They’re honestly like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I take it yer not much of an ass man, then? Seem partial to these.” Cass shimmied for you again-- knowing the power that particular movement had over you-- her tits bouncing sensually as they glistened from the warmth of the Mojave night, and that of her building pleasure. Your hand flew to where hers gripped your shaft, pulling it away before you could burst from the sight. 

“Fuck, not too quick please, I… dammit, I want this to last.” Your voice shook as you held firm to the base of your cock, staving off your release as best you could. 

“But…” You managed to try and continue, as you released your hold on yourself. Cass was still grinning smugly at the effect she had on you as she settled back and moved to seat herself upon the floor at the foot of the bed. 

“That’s just the thing, Cass, I’m usually more of an ass man, but yours… You just are so… you have–”

“Yeah, fantastic tits, I know. Sheesh, ya just keep sayin’ it, I’m not like to forget anytime soon, cowboy. Now get down here.” 

Sitting up yourself, you scooted forward on the mattress until your legs were hanging over the edge, and Cass was kneeling between them. 

“Perfect.” Her hand grasped you again, pointing the tip of your cock towards her light pink lips, and you felt your fingers dig, white-knuckled, into the mattress in anticipation. 

“Jus’ try hold out a bit for me, will ya? Still need to get off myself.” 

Unsure if it was a promise you could viably keep, you nodded to her anyway, and Cass smiled. 

She smiled, and then ran her bottom lip over the tip of your cock, before taking the entire head into her hot, wet mouth. 

“Jesus, Cass.” Your stomach flexed and hips bucked as she encased your sensitive length between her divine lips, carrying on with her movement over you with pulsing, driving motions that led you to the very back of her lithe throat. “Not too fast, I--ah, I wanna keep my promise.” 

She hummed at that, which did not help, but soon after, her mouth pulled off of you with a pop. 

You were absolutely soaked with a mix of her drool and your pre-cum, swollen and glistening in the dim, pre-morning light of the musty little room. 

“Relax, Six, just gettin’ prepared.” She winked again, and you felt you might swoon. 

Oh. ‘Prepared’. 

A giddiness fizzed through your whole body at the sound of that. 

I only hope I can last.

“If I know what you like, and in this case, I’m sure I do, then this oughta thrill you bunches.”

Curiously, your gaze fell to her, where Cass’s hands now grasped at the fullness of her chest. She rose up a little higher on her knees, and proceeded to slot your stiff erection right within the soft, sweet alleyway of her plush breasts. 

“What–?”

Almost immediately, you had your answer to the intended question, as she rose up slightly, letting your sensitive cock drag between her tits until the head was nestled tightly between the pillowy soft mounds, before going back down to the base. She only had to repeat the action a few more times for your breathing to pick up again, for you to feel an inch from blowing your load out and onto her flushed face and chest. 

Then, Cass changed tactics, using one hand to pull you from her cleavage and press the tip of your cock to the hard little point of her nipple, drawing small, tight circles with your pre-cum around her areola and stimulating that sensitive place upon herself while giving you quite the eyeful. 

Your hands gripped tightly to the mattress as she continued with this action, the stiff peak of her nipple slotting so deliciously against the slit of your cock and sending shockwaves of pleasure jolting up your spasming nerves.

Your jaw clenched painfully as you tried to stave off your orgasm, but damn, if her tits making love to your cock wasn’t enough, her expression could be all on its own. Her half-lidded eyes, her lips slightly ajar as she panted shallowly from the exertion of this arousing act, her vibrant hair falling messily around her shoulders, brushing softly over the skin of her face as she moved. 

Cass switched to stimulating her other nipple with your cock, still paying a distinct and overwhelming attention to your little slit, slotting her nub to rub against that leaking opening until you saw flashes of white storm across your vision. You whimpered as the sensations increased, your hips bucking almost violently as you felt your balls tighten up against you, ready to spill– And the wretched woman pulled away, setting her hand upon your cock just the way you had done to stave off your release that first time. 

“Fuck… you suck, Cass.” You half-laughed, half-groaned as she grinned so rudely at you. 

“Oh, that's not all I do, cowboy." She gave another wink that should've had your cheeks flushing hot with color, but this time you were too focused on not biting your tongue off in frustration to notice it.

"Now, just a little bit more...” Next you knew, Cass had slotted you back between her breasts, pushing them so tightly against your achingly stiff cock as she bounced up and down that your release began to build anew with no fuss at all. 

“A bit more for you, and then it’s my turn.” 

Your stomach tightened at her words, as your mind raced.

What would you do first? You wondered. Kiss her all over her body? Remove all last bits of clothing upon her before you ran your hands over every nook and cranny of her alluring form until she was a squirming mess? Would you set your mouth upon her sweet folds straight away, diving between those lower lips and licking and laving over her until she had no more orgasms to give? 

Your blood ran all the hotter at the thought of it all, and the possibility that you might consider doing all of those at once. The night may be close to over, but y’all had this hotel room for another five hours or so after sunrise. And you planned to fill every damn instant of it. 

“F-fuck, Cass, please…” You groaned out her name, and instead of changing pace, of stopping or moving away, she pressed together harder, your aching, leaking cock snug between those breathtaking tits as they engulfed you in their pillowy softness, and you spilled your release messily against her skin with a loud groan.

Cass continued thrusting her tits against you as your body shook upon the mattress, your breath coming in gasps and your hips bucking wildly of their own accord as you spurted milky, white cum all over her chest, her breasts, her chin, until finally, it was over, and your body collapsed back on the bed with one final sigh. 

You heard a fond sort of sound from Cass as she stood up, still covered in the evidence of your love for her, your appreciation for her incredible body, and began to remove her pants. 

“Alrighty there, Six. Ya got yours, right?” 

You nodded vigorously, a ‘did I ever?!’ seeming a bit overbearing and over-enthusiastic for the mood you two had established. 

“Right then…” Now gloriously nude as the day she was born, Cass climbed onto the bed, and you felt your heart leap as she readily swung one leg over you, and made to rest the soaked folds of her picturesque pussy right over your waiting, still-gasping mouth. 

“My turn.” 

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout new vegas companions #fallout npc #fallout new vegas npcs #fallout nv #fonv #new vegas #cass fonv #fallout cass #rose of sharon cassidy #courier six #cass x six #m!six #dwd.nsfw #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[averagepsychouser]

do you think arcade has ever taken drugs/alcohol, and if he does, does he like it?

Alcohol yes, especially after traveling with the courier for an extended period of time. You can tell he’s having a particularly rough week when he slips some of Cass’s whiskey into his coffee.

Drugs, harder to say. I can’t imagine that he’d smoke or take any kind of injections that aren’t Stimpaks or Med-X. He’s definitely used Hydra, and maybe, maaayyybbee he’s taken Mentats. As for whether or not he likes them, I don’t think he does. And he’s seen enough horror stories working at the Old Mormon Fort to moderate his use.

#fallout new vegas #fallout nv #arcade gannon #courier six #arcade israel gannon #arcade fnv #fnv arcade

[bokatan]

2, 9, 15, 21, 38

fnv courier asks

2: preferred armor?

Mercy’s top pick is the stealth suit mk. II but she doesn’t get that until late in the game. Prior to that, she mainly wears reinforced combat armor.

9: gender / sexuality / ethnicity / species / etc.?

She’s genderfluid and bisexual. She was born and raised in the US(California to be specific) and ethnically she’s hispanic. She’s a ghoul when her fnv storyline starts and has been for a while; she was born in 2042 and ghoulified around 2090 after she got out of the Enclave.

15: what do the people in freeside think of them? the followers, the kings, the garrets, the van graffs?

Mercy’s on great terms with pretty much everyone in Freeside aside from the Van Graffs- she’s extremely supportive of the Followers and the Kings, and she’s friendly with the Garrets. She’s not openly hostile to the Van Graffs, but chooses to avoid them due to her friendship with Cass.

21: what do they look like? how tall are they? are they attractive? any piercings, tattoos, scars?

Mercy’s 5’3 and has a pretty sturdy, muscular build. She has a warm, medium complexion and black hair, and she has dark brown eyes but they appear cloudy due to cataracts from ghoulification. Her hair is a bit past shoulder length and has a texture in between wavy and curly; she’s also missing a large section of hair on her left side. As far as piercings & tattoos go, she has her nipples pierced but otherwise that’s it. She’s obviously pretty covered in scars considering she’s a ghoul, but her most notable one is the large X-shaped scar on the left half of her forehead from getting shot.

38: how do they deal with injuries? do they use stimpaks, healing powder, med-x? does a companion help them? can they bear a lot of pain, or do they need to attend to injuries immediately? when they do have to see a doctor, do they have a preferred doctor, or do they just see anyone?

Mercy typically handles injuries well- she has a high pain threshold, especially for surface-level injuries(another fun side effect of ghoulification) and she prefers to do her own first aid when she can. She prefers healing powder/poultice/etc and typically avoids stimpaks unless necessary due to the negative side effects, but she does routinely use med-x and related chems. She frequently uses radiation exposure for healing. As far as doctors go, she strongly prefers Arcade and other doctors affiliated with the Followers.

#thank you!💖 #ask games #mercy tag

[beelzebard]

6, 8, and 35 for the courier asks :)

Thank you for the ask!! (prompts here)

6. What are their perks?

Mercury's main perks are Confirmed Bachelor, Scrounger, Terrifying Presence, and Light Step. Other than that it kinda depends on the playthrough.

8. Any romantic partners? how do these relationships begin and end? are they healthy?

Backstory wise, I haven't really thought about it much. I feel like he'd try to have relationships but it was hard to maintain due to his mercenary and courier work taking him all over the place, so he mostly just did hookups.

I do think Mercury gets with Arcade though. Also/or Benny maybe. You have infected me with the Benny x Courier brainworms.

35. What do their companions think of them? are they close? have they done any companion quests?

Between my first playthrough and now I've been reworking Mercury a bit (I need to do a replay now that I'm thinking about it) so I'm not quite as sure how they'd get along in-game but here's by best guess

Arcade and Mercury get along pretty well (thank you Confirmed Bachelor) but Mercury is so very dumb. Also since playing I've given Mercury a stim addiction that he keeps relapsing into so that definitely causes problems between them.

Boone and Mercury were pretty chill. Never took him out enough to get his companion quest though. I did have once during G.I. Blues where I wasn't thinking and accidentally killed the NCR soldiers. Which Boone got so pissed about and got me so nervous I reloaded a save and lost an hour and a half of progress. Other than that they get along well. I think his Legion-y name was a bit of a turn-off at first though.

Lily I didn't recruit until late game so I never got to know her that well, but I think her and Mercury would get along well.

Raul was also recruited pretty late game so I can't say much for him either. I'm coming for you next playthrough don't worry.

Cass and Mercury don't have much going on. I usually try to recruit all companions in every game I play but I think Cass' demeanor puts off Mercury enough that I don't even know if he'd recruit her. Probably once he reaches the strip he'd go back for her but who knows.

Veronica and Mercury are besties. The two definitely encourage each other way too much in antics but it's whatever, y'know? Working with the Brotherhood of Steel went so smooth that I didn't even know about the bomb-collar thing my first run.

ED-E is Mercury's favorite little guy. They tend to notice things before he does which is really nice because Mercury would be so dead without him. Arcade doesn't really like them though but he can deal with it.

Rex does not like Mercury, which sucks because he loves dogs but he refuses to take off his hat outside. He sunburns way too easily.

#i would've written more about the companions but i need to do a replay so bad #fallout new vegas #courier six #oc: mercury santiago-newman #oc asks #bard talks

[vaultboyenthusiast]

OC MASTERLIST

god there’s so many of these dudes it’s actually ridiculous someone stop me they just keep popping up in my brain

for now until i finish making them all profiles like I did for Dusty, all you get is names. Sorry! I an definitely open for any questions about them though while I work on writing everything.

Dusty - 16 - Male [he/him] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Good karma

Marcus - 68 - Male [he/him] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Neutral karma - Raul 

Louelle - 19 - Female [she/her] - Courier - NCR ending - Good karma

Sorren - 35 - Nonbinary [they/them] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Neutral Karma - Cass

X - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - Agender [they/them] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Neutral Karma - Benny

Nemo - 32 - Male [he/him] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Good Karma - Benny/Arcade

Enyo- 27 - Female [she/her] - Courier - Legion/independent ending - Very bad karma

Spotty (Icarus) - 19 - Male [he/him] - Lone - Neutral karma - Butch

Ophelia - 20 - Female [she/her] - Lone - Neutral Karma - Amata

Juliette - 26 - Female [she/her] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Bad karma - Cait

Virgil - 15 - Nonbinary [they/them] - SoSu - Railroad ending - Good karma

Jack - 22 - Male [he/him] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Good karma - Maccready

Donny - 15 - Demiboy [he/they] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Neutral karma

Apollo - 36 - Male [he/him] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Good karma - Nick

Orion - 32 - Agender [they/them] - SoSu - Railroad ending - Neutral karma - Deacon

Paz - 30 - Male [he/him] - SoSu - Railroad ending - Neutral karma - Danse/Travis

Katerina - 24 - Female [she/her] - SoSu - Railroad ending - Neutral karma - Ellie Perkins

Leo - 15 - Male [he/him] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Good karma

#god there’s so many. help. #that’s 24 in total at this point someone just shoot me dear god #that’s too many. please send help. #I think the reason I have so many sole survivors is that took one look at the overly constructive background it gives you #and immediately took it as a fucking challenge. #so every one of them is an experiment to see how much I can fuck around without the plot becoming completely incohesive. #my current answer is “a whole fucking lot actually bethesda is just stupid” #but yknow. that’s not really new information is it. #anyway if you followed me from the smell post just to see this hot fuckin mess I’m sorry but you have no idea what you’re getting into #I have maladaptive daydreaming disorder and a massive hyperfixation and I will do whatever the fuck I want with those two things actually #also my attatchment to the yes man ending is so obvious sorry. i see funky robot man #and I go join funky robot man. #he has too much swag for me to resist. I know he’s a robot but he is AGGRESSIVELY transmasc yknow. #really hope you guys are reading the tags because I’m being funny down here

[3xm-draconic]

The Jester and The Courier: a wild wasteland love.

Chapter 1 (p2): Breathing in the Chemicals.

(Sorry had to split this into 2 parts, computer crashed while writing)

“Pair of queens” Cass smiled as she laid her cards on the table, “3 kings” Boone grinned as he laid his hand down, “Royal Flush!” Raul proudly announced as he took all the winnings, Gannon just dropped his hand of random junk cards and drank his beer “I’am never playing poker with you lot again”.

Lily smiled and laughed “I’am glad my little pumpkin’s friends are having fun” as Ulysses and Joshua helped her in the kitchen to make fried gecko steak sandwiches.

Rex playfully chased Ed-E around the living room, “Myrtle’s been gone for a while Booney…maybe we should go check on her” Cass looked to the sniper as she sipped her whisky, “yhea your right Cass, I’ll go and-” the door suddenly flung open…

“GANNON, JOSH, GUYS I NEED HELP!” Myrtle screeched as she rushed inside…carrying the naked body of some random dude…

“WHOA JESU-” Arcade started but was swiftly glared at by Joshua, “what the heck is going on, who’s the naked dude?” Cass gasped, “I ain’t got the foggiest idea, he literally dropped out of the sky on me, Gannon, Graham hurry he aint breathing!” Myrtle snapped.

Myrtle draped the body onto the couch, Gannon and Josuha immediately got to work. “Myrt we are gonna need some psycho to restart his heart” Gannon said as he took the man’s pulse, “I’ll hold him still so he won't hurt himself when he awakens” Joshua  nodded as he carefully held the man, Myrtle took out a syringe of psycho and injected it into the man…

He woke up screaming his head off and laughing like a nut, he headbutted poor Joshua and grabbed for a syringe to stab Gannon when Myrtle tackled him in a choke hold…

“Yo yo yo easy little buddy, just calm down”, the crazy bastard instead stabbed the syringe of med-x into her neck as he flailed about, “ok, ok I think it’s nap time for you” she said as she tightened her grip. Slowly he started to stop flailing…till he stopped and slumped back to being unconscious again.

“Well that was fucking stupid, he’s obviously a raider or someother culo loco” Raul gawked as Cass helped up Joshua and Boone checked Gannon to see if he had gotten hurt, “you don’t know if he’s a raider, he might have just had a bad reaction to psycho” Myrtle said as she dislodged the syringe from her jugular.

“You said something about this wack-job falling from the sky on you?” Boone grumbled, “yep, he came zooming out of the stratosphere at me like a damn rocket”, “I’am surprised he ain’t dead from impact” Gannon mumbled.

Josua left to clean up his face-bandages, his nose had bled under them “well when he wakes up we will have to see what to do about him” he herumfed.

Ulysses and Raul scrounged around for extra clothes for the guy to wear, cant have a dude with his wang-jangeler hanging out on the couch, “Myrt are you ok?...” Ganon looked to his friend worriedly, “yeah I’am fine, it ain’t the first time I’ve both been stabbed and on drugs before” she then promptly passed out.

When she awoke she heard laughing…but not her friends laughing…

A high-pitched crazed laugh that bellowed and giggled…the laughter of a mad man… 

Ulysses walked into her room “You NEED to deal with this, YOU brought it here YOU deal with it…”

#fanfic #au #skyrim #crossover #cicero x female oc #skyrim cicero #skyrim fanfiction #fallout fanfiction #fallout nv oc #fallout oc #fallout new vegas

[justanotherfalloutauthor]

Victor Plays Matchmaker

Character/Ships: Courier x Arcade // Courier x Boone // Courier x Cass // Courier x Veronica // Courier x Raul Series: Fallout New Vegas Word Count: 479 (intro) + 408 (Arcade) // 512 (Boone) // 500 (Cass) // 458 (Veronica) // 393 (Raul)

TW: Alcohol (Cass)

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The harsh Mojave sunlight beat down upon the glittering city of New Vegas. The flashing neon lights and signs  were dim against the bright blue of the sky, sprinkled with a few light clouds that did little to stop the intensity of the bright daylight.

On the Strip, there were a handful of rowdy gamblers and the occasional drunkard, but for the most part, it was quiet as the Courier made their way up the stairs of the Lucky 38. Victor greeted them with a flailing arm that was soon draped over their shoulder as he ushered them inside.

The doors behind them creaked closed and, as they stepped onto the carpeted floor of the casino, Victor pulled the Courier aside with a wayward glance to the elevator and lead them to the western side of the ground floor of the building, amongst the empty tables and chairs coated in dust and debris from the years of neglect. Victor gestured to one such empty booth, the torn and stained fabric that must have been an electrifying shade of red back in its prime now faded into an ugly shade of burgundy. As the Courier slipped into the seat, they idly wondered how much time had passed since it had been cleaned properly. Once they had settled into the chair, the Courier gave Victor a puzzled look, leaning over the table.

“I’m sure you’re itching to get back to the boss and tell him about your latest adventures with the Omertas,” Victor drawled as he parked himself in front of the table and rested his claws over the wooden surface. “But I wanted to have a word with you in private before you go gallivanting off to the Presidential Suite.”

The Courier raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Now, your old pal Victor just wants to chat about one of your friends… One taking up residence upstairs there.”

“What?” The Courier sighed, exasperated. The beginnings of a tension headache buzzed in their skull. “What did they do this time?”

Victor chuckled. “No, no! It’s not what they’ve done. It’s what hasn’t happened yet…”

“What?” The Courier repeated. Victor clicked his claws together nervously on the counter. From the short distance across the table, the Courier could hear the creaking gears and whirring fans through Victor’s chest cavity. Was he anxious?

“I'm not one for beating around the bush, so I'm just going to come right out and say it." Victor placed a claw on the Courier's shoulder as he spoke. "I seen the way your buddy up there looks at you and I seen the way you look at them, and I think you two'd make a fine couple. I got the sense you just needed an outside observer to give you a push in the right direction, so that's what I'm doing now!"

The Courier spluttered. "You mean, me and…"

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"...Arcade?"

The robot nodded enthusiastically - or, at least, he attempted to by rapidly shaking his monitor up and down in the imitation of human agreement. The Courier might have been amused if they weren’t horrified. Victor wasn’t done, however, and he quickly produced a menagerie of old, dusty textbooks from behind the table. 

Ah, so this was why Victor had brought them to this table in particular.

“Look at these! The boss was nice enough to let me give these to you; why dont’cha give them to your doctor pal? Bond over… Uh…” Victor picked up one of the pre-war textbooks and held it to his monitor. “...Human tissue!”

The Courier picked one up from the counter and ran their fingers over the gold lettering on the spine. “Victor, I appreciate it, but he’s a researcher - not necessarily a medical doctor-”

"You can learn together! The two of ya, bettering each other's skills; great idea for a first date if you wanna invite him out to that Fort you two like to visit from time to time."

“Enough! Victor, I don’t have feelings for Arcade.” The Courier drummed their fingers impatiently on the table as their face warmed involuntarily. They could feel the rising heat on their cheeks. "I don't know where your idea came from. Besides, we're friends! Wouldn’t trade that for anything."

The securitron brushed his arm affectionately over one of the textbooks laid on the counter before turning back to his friend. The familiar buzz from his monitor was comforting amongst the quiet of the abandoned casino floor. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."

The atmosphere had changed from painfully awkward to just uncomfortable, a change for which the Courier felt grateful as they shook their head affectionately at the securitron in front of them. Victor enthusiastically handed over the few books still held in his claws, and the Courier’s protests died on their lips as they thumbed through what they had been given. Despite their age, the books were in remarkably pristine condition, and covered a wide range of subjects from medicine to robotics. Maybe Victor did have the right idea. Besides, even if they lost their nerve at the prospect of asking the handsome doctor to work with them, at least they might learn something useful in the process. 

The Courier reluctantly grabbed a few of the textbooks and got up from the table. 

Well, here goes nothing.

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"...Boone?"

“Your friend from the NCR! That’s him, right?” Victor replied.

“Oh, no, there’s nothing going on between us.” The Courier murmured half-heartedly, rubbing the back of their neck. They stared at the table and grimaced in an attempt to suppress the blush forming on their cheeks. The act didn’t fool the securitron, who clicked his claws and huffed in response. 

“Don’t be so quick to deny it! I know I’m just an old securitron, but I see what I see, and the two of you are missing out on something if you don’t do nothing about it.”

“That’s sweet of you, Victor, but I’m not interested. We aren’t interested.” The Courier rolled their eyes and leaned back in the booth, glaring at the robot in front of them as if to say ‘bring it up again, I dare you’. 

Unfortunately for them, Victor was stubborn enough to not take the hint. 

“You both like putting those legionaries across the lake in the ground, dont’cha? You can make a date of it! The two of ya can sneak into that camp and give ‘em hell! And your date might even teach ya a thing or two about taking out someone at a distance.”

“Was that a pot-shot at my combat skills, Victor?” The Courier chewed their lip, attempting to turn the conversation back to the mundane. Victor wasn’t taking the bait. 

“It could be fun! And, you’d be doing Mr. House a favour to boot; don’t want an excess of those legionaries crawling around Hoover Dam when we get on the scene…”

The Courier groaned and held their face in their hands, rubbing their temple. The Mojave heat had permeated the building and the unusually warm temperature was getting to their temper. “So, this is actually for House?”

Victor brushed the dust off the counter absentmindedly. “Not exactly... I just thought it’d be the perfect way for the two of ya to bond!”

The Courier sat in silence for a minute and stared at the dappled sunlight streaming through the tattered curtains. The light illuminated the gleaming metal of Victor’s casing, and the Courier couldn’t help but let their mind wander so slightly, reflecting on what the securitron said. There was no possible way that this would end well. Boone had gone through such horror in such a short amount of time; losing his wife, combined with the Battle of Bitter Springs… Even if the feelings the Courier had secretly been harbouring for their sniper friend were reciprocal, they knew he wouldn't be ready to act on it.

No, maybe it was best to let it go.

…On the other hand though, there was no real worst case scenario; if they were rejected, they could always play it off as an order from Mr. House.

With a million possibilities swimming in their mind, the Courier rose from their seat and shook their head slowly at Victor as they let out a shaky breath. "What have you talked me into, Victor?" 

"The best first date you've ever been on, partner!" Victor replied chirpily.

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"...Cass?"

Victor chuckled once more, his metallic frame brushing up against the counter behind the booth. The scraping of metal against metal was a lightning bolt against the Courier's skull and they cringed at the noise. The heat was already getting to them; no sense in adding noise to the mix.

"That's her!" Victor replied, raising his voice to be heard against the ruckus he was causing. Eventually, he slithered back out from behind the bar, brandishing two bottles of expensive whiskeys. He gave a bottle to the Courier who took it carefully, turning it in their hands. Amber liquid sloshed inelegantly against the glass. 

"Betcha wondering why your old pal Victor's giving you something from the vintage collection…”

“Vintage?” The Courier echoed. It looked rather average to them.

“Vintage! Best whiskey that caps can buy. With any luck, might not even burn on the way down ya gullet! Not that I’d know, but, well, an old securitron can dream.”

The Courier’s gaze flickered from Victor to the bottle, then back to Victor. They lacked the courage to ask him what the point was of a liquor that didn’t burn. “Why are you giving this to me?”

“Did those bullets scramble your head up? Maybe Doc Mitchell didn’t patch ya up properly.” Victor almost tutted as he slid the second bottle down next to the Courier. “What’s-her-name… Rose of Sharon Cassidy enjoys a good beverage, and what’s better than a good whiskey and even better company?”

The Courier spluttered as they placed the whiskey back down on the table and shot Victor a glare. “C’mon, Victor. Leave it be. I’m not gonna get Cass drunk enough to... Well...”

Now it was Victor who was offended. “Partner, I thought you’d know me by now that I would never suggest you take advantage of a lady!”

The Courier sighed as they slunk in their seat, the fabric scratching against their skin as they did so. It was not unlike the prickling sensation that they felt under their skin at the mention of a date.

Victor clicked his metallic hand against one of the whiskey bottles, sighing. “I’m suggesting you give one of these to your lady friend as a gift, and the two of you split one. Go somewhere fancy, dress up, hit the town!”

“What for?” The Courier wrinkled their nose. The realisation that they hadn’t been quite so secretive about their feelings towards the charming redhead was an embarrassing enough notion; they didn’t need to be pushed into admitting it further.

“I won’t hear no more about it, friend. You get into that elevator, give this to her, and ask her to share a drink!” Victor declared.

Suddenly, the Courier found themselves being hoisted out of the booth and pushed towards the elevator by the securitron, bottles of whiskey in hand.

Despite Victor’s rudeness, the Courier begrudgingly went along with him. ‘After all,’ they thought as they looked at the alcohol in their hands, ‘what was the worst that could happen?’

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"...Veronica?"

“It’s a perfect match, really,” Victor laughed from the other side of the table. He almost sounded smug. “She packs a mean punch, and you dish ‘em out!”

The Courier furrowed their brow in confusion and they drummed their fingers on the counter. “What does that even mean, Victor?”

“You’re both good at killing things, is what I mean. Gosh, didn’t think I’d need to spell it out so much for ya!”

“Great.” The Courier snarked. They stared at their knuckles, bruised and sore from the day’s efforts. It wasn’t even midday and their body was aching. How did Veronica manage to lug around that power fist so effortlessly? The sunlight poured in through the window, unbroken by the raggedy curtains, and the Courier followed the beams that settled on the elevator doors. Victor followed their gaze and snorted in amusement.

“Eager to get back to her, hey?” He commented with the faintest hint of a laugh. The Courier snapped back to reality, pink now dusting their cheeks. They shook their head, almost in an effort to rid their mind of what they knew their next thoughts would be of. Or, more accurately, who their next thoughts would be of.  

“Victor, no, it wouldn’t work out between us - not that there’s anything there to begin with, I mean.” The Courier added quickly. Veronica had loved and lost in the past; this much, the Courier knew, but knew little else of her love-life. It was a topic the pair were reluctant to talk about. Maybe it was for this reason. 

“You two are as cute as a button. I hear how y’all talk to each other. The gifts you give each other. You’re practically together already, it’s a crying shame I need to come and spell it out for ya!” Victor threw his arms in the air in an exaggerated act of exasperation, the essence of his humour still dancing in his words. The Courier was far less impressed as they turned around and crossed their arms, their back now towards the securitron.

“It isn’t like that, Victor…”

“Sure it isn’t. And I ain’t a RobCo Securitron.” Victor tutted. Quiet descended over the room as he leaned in towards the Courier, who was now looking across the room and avoiding eye contact.

“I ain’t saying it’s a sure thing,” Victor began, his voice low and oddly serious, “I’m just sayin’ I know what I see. Go tell her how you feel.”

For the first time in a long while, the Courier raised their head and gave Victor a look of abashed indignation. They sighed as they got up from the counter and turned towards the elevator.

“I’ll think about it, Victor. Thanks.”

“That’s good enough for me, friend!”

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"...Raul?"

Victor tapped his metallic claw on the table and wiped the dust off of it, then turned to observe the squeaking in his arm. He only hummed in response. “That mechanic of yours is gifted with a screwdriver. I know you’ve noticed.” He added, a hint of amusement in his tone.

An uncomfortable silence followed as the Courier only snorted in response and turned away from the securitron. Victor knew how they felt about Raul? …What did they feel towards the ghoul?

The Courier groaned. It was too early to worry about their feelings right now. Especially when the person making them feel like this was currently residing in the room above them. Close enough. Was it close enough?

…Yes, it would be close enough. It would have to be. With such biting sarcasm and indignant commentary every time they travelled together, there was no way that the ghoul might look at them in the same way that they looked at him. Despite Victor’s observations to the contrary.

On the other side of the table, Victor had fallen silent. Did he hit a nerve? Victor ran through the interaction in only the way a mechanical intelligence could do. 

No, no he was certain that he was on the right track. He was right about this. 

He cleared his throat; an act that held no meaning in his mechanical body, but the noise held all his intentions.

The Courier, lost in their thoughts, was pulled back by the sound.

“You alright, partner? Did I say something wrong?”

The Courier ignored the question. “What do you mean by ‘me and Raul’, Victor? Really, there’s nothing going on between us. We’re friends.”

Victor would have shaken his head if he were capable of the motion. Instead, he tutted and placed a bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla on the counter. The Courier eyed it suspiciously.

“Before you go jumping at the opportunity to ignore my advice,” Victor said, “Take this. I’m thinking a good first date between you two might involve a couple of cases of these, but this one’s all I got on me at the moment.”

For the first time that meeting, the Courier chuckled as they took the bottle. “Thanks, Victor. I’ll be sure to tell him that.”

“You be sure to!” Victor laughed alongside his companion as the pair strolled toward the elevator.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #arcade gannon #craig boone #rose of sharon cassidy #veronica santangelo #raul alfonso tejada #courier six #courier x arcade #courier x boone #courier x cass #courier x veronica #courier x raul #Original post date: 21st December 2021

[coolman229]

Taste of Whisky

I wrote a little Courier/Cass one shot. My own version of Cass’s ending slide of wanting to hook up with the Courier.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29904828

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13835553/1/Taste-of-Whisky

#Courier x Cass #Rose of Sharon Cassidy #Courier #Fallout New Vegas

[felassanis]

Fallout: New Vegas fan cast

Courier 6 - Emmy Rossum

Acrade Gannon - Chris Wood

Ulysses - Roger Cross

Veronica - Melissa Barrera

Benny - Oscar Isaac

Joshua Graham - Mads Mikkelson

Rose of Sharon Cassidy- Penelope Cruz

Craig Boone - Ed Skrein

Caesar - Michael Hogan

Vulpes Inculta - Jason Spisak

#fallout new vegas #fnv #fnv ulysses #courier six #arcade gannon #benny gecko #cass fnv #rose of Sharon cassidy #veronica santangelo #Joshua Graham #boone #*i wanted to use people that havent appeared in other fancasts #so if you think 'wow how can she pick X over X for this character' #its because i wanted to try DIFFERENT PEOPLE

[mrdripp]

Courier Six: Cass, where the fuck are my shirts going? I have barely any left!

Cass *wearing one of his shirts*: I'm not sure, baby. Maybe check the laundry?

Courier Six *under his breath*: You little shit.

#courier six #courier 6 #fallout new vegas #fallout incorrect quotes #courier six x cass #courier six x rose of sharon cassidy #rose of sharon cassidy #cass

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! If it's ok, can I request the FNV companions + Vulpes with a fem courier who is strictly a top and won't accept a submissive role no matter what? I need more top fem courier in my life.

(Also, you can exclude Arcade since he's gay and I respect his sexuality).

FNV Companions (+Vulpes) With a Top F!Courier

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Misogyny, MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic ➼ A/N » UGHH top fems give me life, Nonnie, thank you

Boone loves being with a top in bed and has no problem allowing someone to take control of him during sex. Just as he's not much of a talker, he's also not always much of a dom. So, when he finds someone who can naturally take the lead, he's about ready to fall head over heels for them. Boone considers himself a switch, but he turns to putty whenever he can find a woman willing to take the initiative and boss him around. He has no issue being able to sit back and do as you command and would almost beg you to do so. It just feels natural to him, considering he's a veteran. Taking orders is what's familiar to him, and he has no issue admitting it.

Raul doesn't take you seriously at first. He just chuckles and goes along with what you're doing in more of a joking way, but he very quickly begins to understand that you're being genuine when you continue to order him around. It's a nice change of pace for the ghoul. The other times he's slept with a woman, it's usually him on top, so having this switch in roles is new for him and very welcomed. He follows along with your instructions easily. Whatever you need him to do, wherever you want him to be, he'll obey without much thought at all. In fact, he finds that he likes being with someone a bit more dominant than he is. Mostly because it means he can probably just lay there while you have your way with him (he's old, give him a break).

Cass has mixed feelings on the matter. On the one hand, she loves that she's finally met someone who can match her more firey personality, but on the other, she wants to be the one in charge. You'll have to wrestle with her for a bit before either of you can take on the dominant role for that night. It's a bit hit or miss with her as she can be very determined when it comes to things like this, but if you manage to pin her down hard enough, you should be able to have your way with her. Another thing to note, Cass loves it rough and wouldn't mind if you decided you needed to put her in a couple feet of rope to keep her still. Just a thought.

Veronica doesn't mind. In fact, she kinda likes having a more dominant partner. Being in a submissive role makes her feel more feminine, and if you can get her while she's in a dress, she'll be even more excited and willing to obey. One thing about Veronica is that she's a talker, especially during sex, and she's never against a bit of teasing or gagging to get her to quiet down. In fact, they go a long way when trying to get her off. She's more than willing to be put in her place and would do whatever was commanded of her, especially if you called her pretty while you did so.

Vulpes hates it. He wants to be the one in control, especially during sexual encounters. So, when he has to fight you for dominance, he gets a little pissed off. Not only does he find it to be incredibly disrespectful, but he deems it to go against the 'natural order' of things. Vulpes is a strong believer in the idea that women should be subservient and obedient to the men in their lives and will make it very clear to you how he feels. He'll bite you and try to overpower you, but if you tug his hair hard enough, there's a chance you'll be able to gain the upper hand in the situation and finally get him to relax into a more submissive role. Truthfully, though, he doesn't mind it all that much. He just doesn't like allowing a woman to order a man around. He thinks it's wrong, but as long as you keep quiet about this interaction, he will too.

#fallout new vegas #fallout #fnv #craig boone #boone fnv #craig boone x courier six #boone x courier #boone x courier 6 #boone x courier six #craig boone x courier 6 #raul tejada #raul x courier 6 #raul x courier #fallout nsft #nsft headcanons #raul x courier six #cass x courier #cass x courier six #cass x courier 6 #rose of sharon cassidy #veronica santangelo #veronica x courier 6 #veronica x courier six #veronica x courier #vulpes inculta #vulpes fnv #vulpes x courier 6 #vulpes x courier six #vulpes x courier

[courier-sux]

Cass: About a week ago I accidentally slept with Six.

Veronica: Really?

Cass: Yes.

Veronica: You accidentally slept with Six.

Cass: Yes.

Veronica: Accidentally.

Cass: Yes.

Veronica: I don't understand. Did you trip over something?

#rose of sharon cassidy #veronica santangelo #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout #incorrect fallout quotes #source: friends #cass x courier

[nightingaelic]

Reactions to a vampire courier? Companions plus Benny, Ulysses, Graham, House, Caesar, and Yes Man. (sorry if that's too many :x)

TW: Blood (maybe obviously)

Also I don't normally feel some type of way about AUs but the idea of Joshua Graham encountering a vampire courier is giving me shivers

The courier was a little... strange. Not in any way that stood out to the average wastelander just by looking at them, everyone in the Mojave had their quirks and the courier was no exception. Hell, you get shot in the head and come back, you're bound to have a screw or two loose. They were unquestionably a night owl, but so were half the people on the Strip, who only started to wake up after the sun had gone down and the slot machines were singing their loudest. They usually had bags under their bloodshot eyes, but every caravan driver from here to the Hub was short on sleep.

On the other hand, the courier had some habits that were a little beyond surface-level eccentricities. For one, no one had ever seen them eating, not once. Even when the King laid out a spread of pre-war snacks and liquor or when the buffet at the Tops was refreshed, they politely declined and took a swig from the canteen that they never offered to anyone else. They were also rather odd about bathrooms, insisting that anyone accompanying them remain outside on watch and let no one else through the door until they were finished. But the undeniable moment of oddity came one night in October, when their companion rounded a corner in Freeside after a trip to the Atomic Wrangler and discovered the courier behind a rusted dumpster, holding a man against a brick wall with their teeth buried in his neck.

The courier drew back at the interruption, blood smeared across their face. "I'm not- it's not what- he- oh, fuck."

Arcade Gannon: Arcade stared open-mouthed for a moment, before snapping violently back into the present. "Is he dead?"

"Umm..." The courier glanced at the man they were holding, whose head was lolling against the bricks. "Yes? Mostly."

With no patient to resuscitate, Arcade rounded on them. "Six, what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing?"

The courier tried to wipe away the blood that was dribbling from their chin, but they only succeeded in spreading it up their jawline. "Well, I, um, I was trying to..."

Whatever excuse they were searching for eluded them, so they dropped the pretense. "I was feeding, Arcade."

"Feeding? What, like some kind of-" Arcade's eyes widened and he cut his sentence off early in realization. "No. No way. That's not- vampires aren't real!"

That earned him a look of intense skepticism. "Arcade, we've fought off plant monsters and rattlesnake-coyote hybrids together. I have a gun in my pack that lets me teleport."

"Oh, okay, so you have some kind of iron deficiency and you're delusional." Arcade laughed, the sound high and harsh in the quiet alley. "Great. Fuck."

Craig Boone: Rather than engage in an abandoned alley, Boone immediately backtracked to a busier street. He was unsurprised when the courier didn't follow him: Even in Freeside, someone covered in blood was sure to be noticed and questioned.

Boone left town that night and made for Novac. He was pretty sure the courier would follow him, but he didn't know where else to go. At least he knew they were coming. A few people in Novac asked about where he'd been, what the courier was up to, but eventually they stopped asking.

A couple of weeks went by. Boone was on the night shift again when the door into the dinosaur swung open to reveal the courier. He'd heard someone coming, their feet on the stairs, and he already had his gun pointed in their face. "We will never work together again," he said, before they could open their mouth.

"Boone, can you just-"

"I don't want an explanation." Boone shook his head. "I don't need one. I already did you a favor, leaving New Vegas without putting you back in your grave. This is over."

The courier took a deep breath. "71."

"What?"

"71. I've killed 71 Legion soldiers and left their bodies empty under the Mojave sky." They looked down and shuffled their feet. "I've tasted their fear. They're more scared of me than the Burned Man, now."

Boone studied them. Ever so slowly, he lowered his gun.

Lily Bowen: "Put him down, dearie," Lily chastised them. "You're playing too roughly with that man. And watch your language around your grandma!"

The courier looked down at their victim, at their torn throat and limp limbs. "He tried to mug me, Lily. It wasn't pretty."

"He looks like he's had enough," Lily insisted. "Set him down. Gently."

With a sigh, the courier obliged and lowered the man to the ground. "I'm sorry, Lily. I should have told you earlier. I don't mean to be rude when I turn down your cooking, I just... I can't seem to..."

"Hush, now." Lily produced her enormous handkerchief and gathered the courier up in her arms, dabbing at the blood on their face with a corner of the cloth. "You've gotten it all over yourself, haven't you? We can clean that right up, but it looks like Grandma's going to have to do a load of laundry. You made the mess, so you get to help."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul swallowed nervously, something he'd noticed he was increasingly doing around the courier. "You know, we get murciélagos down in Arizona that do the same thing. They won't leave the brahmin alone."

The courier took in his anxious stance and sighed. "Raul, I'm not going to hurt you. Prometo. It's okay."

"Sure boss, but I don't think the hair on the back of my neck is going down anytime soon." Raul smiled, but it was more of a grimace. "Or it wouldn't, if I still had any. Como..?"

"No clue." The courier shrugged and held their hands up, letting the corpse they'd been holding slide to the ground. "I think it had something to do with me surviving Benny's best attempts to do me in, but a bullet is a bullet and I don't remember if I was like this before, or..."

"Or only after." Raul chuckled. "Jesucristo, and here I am thinking I'll outlive you like most everyone else I've known."

"Yep."

"Should I start calling you el chupacabra?"

The courier grinned, a bloody smile with sharp teeth.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Fuck," Cass echoed, scrambling to pull her shotgun from its holster. "Knew I had too much, can't even- who are you and what've you done with the courier? Some kind of cannibal, wearing their skin? Alien? Shapeshifter? I'll blow a hole in your liver to match mine!"

"Whoa, Cass, it's me, it's me!" The courier dropped the man they were holding and held their blood-stained hands up. "Same old Six, just... maybe I wasn't straight with you about why I don't order anything at bars."

"Goddamn right you weren't straight with me!" Cass gestured at the body on the ground with the barrel of her gun. "Who's the fucker on the floor and why are you two pints in on him?"

"Just trying to get my drink on," the courier muttered.

Cass repaid this facetiousness with a jab of her shotgun, and they raised their hands higher. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! You tell me, how do you tactfully tell someone that you're a creature of the night and you need to drink blood to survive?"

"Creature of the night? You're fucking loopy." Cass' eyes narrowed. "There's plenty of critters in the Mojave that only come out when it's dark, but most of them don't tear into..."

She trailed off into curses when she realized she was wrong. The courier smiled hesitantly and lowered their hands an inch. "Hey. Let me chuck this failed mugger in the dumpster and we can talk about it like a pair of civilized folks?"

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica squeaked and fell back a few steps, banging her elbow against the edge of the dumpster. A jolt of confused pain shot up her arm, and the Scribe couldn't help giggling harshly at the sudden assault on her funny bone.

"Not- laughing... at murder," she managed to get out between hisses of pain. "Oh, for the love of... right, you're not getting out of explaining what you are, exactly, just because I'm indis-indisposed!"

The courier couldn't help laughing at the squirming Scribe, but they did their best to stifle it. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I um... I guess I don't really know... what I am?"

"There's books!" Veronica burst out, pointing at the courier and their victim wildly. "I've seen them, in old libraries. Creatures that feed on blood, only come out at night, don't show up in... in mirrors, of course, no wonder you're weird about bathrooms, I should test... Dracula! That's it, you're a Dracula!"

"A Dracula?" The courier held their hands up, as if seeing them anew. "Never heard of them. Are they... bad?"

"Well, traditionally, yes." Veronica made a face and rubbed her elbow. "Black cloaks, sleeping in coffins, seducing and manipulating everyone around them... and people don't like it when you take their blood, in my experience."

"Whose blood have you taken?"

"This isn't about me, Six!"

ED-E: The eyebot bobbed wildly and made noises of concern, blips and blats and a flat burst of trumpets from some old jazz tune.

"I was hungry," the courier protested. "And this asshole pulled a knife on me and wanted all of my caps. Probably more than that, if we're being honest. He wasn't doing the world any good, but he did me some, for sure."

ED-E flipped between old clips of a Silver Shroud radio show. "Well, isn't this a deep, dark <static> secret? <static> In a situation such as this, the best anyone can do is <static> try to control it!" The robot added some more concerned beeps for good measure.

"I'm trying," the courier said with a sigh, looking down at the dead man they were holding. "You know I wouldn't hurt some random person, ED-E. Not if I could help it. The Mojave's full of bad people, enough to keep me going if I'm careful."

Rex: The hair on Rex's spine stood up, and he let out a long, low growl. The courier froze for a moment, before realizing that he was growling not at them but at the man they were holding.

"He's dead, Rex," they reassured the cyberdog, lowering the corpse to the floor for inspection.

Rex sniffed the body over, taking in the copper scent of his blood and the Freeside stink on his clothes. He sniffed the courier too, each of their hands they held out to him and the thick headiness of adrenaline. He whined and wagged his tail twice.

"Good boy," the courier said, straightening up. "It's about time I turned in, anyway. Let's dump this guy and split."

Benny Gecko: Benny crossed his arms. "You know, Six, if you're dead set on getting your kicks in Freeside every now and then, you might want to ease up on the passions with the next greaser you snag. This one's torn all to pieces."

"I wasn't- what kind of-" The courier dropped the man they were holding and sputtered. "Christ, only you could make a midnight murder awkward, Benny."

"Murder?" Benny raised his eyebrows and looked from side to side theatrically. "Who said anything about a murder? All I saw was some dreamboat and the best apple butterer of New Vegas playing back alley bingo, officer."

The courier's eyes narrowed. "Not gonna rat me out? Tell the King or somebody that I'm..."

"What, taking a page out of the White Glove Society's book?" Benny held his hands up. "None of my business. Well, if you ever come for me with that look in your eyes, though, that'll be a different story."

"Not much you'd be able to do," the courier pointed out. "You already tried and failed to kill me once."

Ulysses: Rather than react like any normal wastelander might've upon encountering someone attacking a man with their teeth, Ulysses just stood there, taking the scene in. "Heard tales of a tribe like you. East, farther east than even I've walked... a coven hiding in tunnels, emerging only when their hungers grow too strong to ignore, strong enough to pull blood from the veins of the world around them."

"Well, I don't hide in tunnels." The courier grimaced and heaved their victim up over their shoulder, depositing them unceremoniously in the dumpster. "Unless some disgruntled Frumentarius sends me out to hunt mutants under Hopeville."

"Perhaps you have more in common with those predators than I assumed," Ulysses admitted. "But then, your path has always run red. Blood of the Old World, blood of the new, blood of the Bull and the Bear..."

The courier rolled their eyes as they peeled off their red-stained coat and tossed it in the dumpster as well. "Don't talk to me about blood. I know you've seen just as much as me, but it doesn't mean the same thing when I look at it."

Ulysses cracked a hint of a smile. "You see life where I see death. Two sides, courier."

"Yeah, yeah. If you're not going to try to kill me, come on. You can wax poetic and lecture me about which road I'm walking while I take a shower."

Joshua Graham: "A creature far from God," Graham said in his most reproachful tone. "Forever damned for the souls of the innocent they've taken from the earth. Aren't we a pair, courier."

"You can fuck right off with that attitude." The courier dropped the man they were holding and wiped their hands on their coat. "He tried to kill me first. For some caps."

"The crimes of others do not absolve you of your own sins, courier," Graham continued, leisurely retrieving his gun from its holster. He held it up in the muted neon light that filtered through the alley, turning the weapon this way and that. "Though I confess I am also looking for absolution in this way."

"Are you going to kill me?" the courier asked, eyeing the gun as well.

"I've no doubt it would leave this world better than when you walked it," Graham replied. "But my own opinions are not enough to seal your fate. Perhaps we should find this man's family and hear their feelings on the matter."

The courier took a step forward, then another, until their chest was right up against the pistol's muzzle, pressed against the fabric of their shirt. "Go ahead. Try."

And though Joshua Graham was sorely tempted to pull the trigger, though the courier made no move to stop him, something in their eyes... some faraway pain, older than the desert itself, fresh as the blood on the ground, stayed his hand.

He lowered the gun, chastised, and the courier walked away.

Robert House: The Securitron that bore Robert House's face on its screen leveled a minigun at the courier. "Whoa!" the courier protested, dropping their victim and putting their hands out. "Can't we talk about this?"

"And what have we to discuss?" House sounded absolutely disgusted. "I believe you're familiar with my contract with the White Glove Society. If they wish to continue their current prosperity in New Vegas, cannibalism is strictly forbidden. You are subject to the same terms and conditions, as one of my employees."

"Terms and condi- hold on, hold on, you never asked me whether I was a cannibal," the courier replied. "Are you talking about that document you had me sign, way back when I agreed to help you fight the NCR and the Legion?"

"The very same."

"How is that fair? That thing was over 200 pages long, I didn't grow up in the 21st century, I don't have a degree in... okay, okay." The courier waved their hands. "Cannibalism is a no-go. This isn't cannibalism, this is vampirism."

"Which falls under the definition of cannibalism," House replied, his annoyed tone still detectable over the sound of the minigun spinning up. "Section 3.65, subsection F. Next time, read the fine print."

Caesar: The Legion's great leader pivoted in an instant from surprise to quiet anger. "Clean yourself up, courier. I expect to see you in my quarters within the hour."

He turned and left the alley swiftly, letting his powerful stride and swinging cloak cover his shaken confidence. The people of Freeside cowered as he passed, shrinking into the shadows as he made his way back to the Strip, but the fear in their eyes was not enough to erase the image of the courier bent over in bloodlust, holding their victim in total subjugation.

The courier found him on the top floor of the Lucky 38, gazing out over the city he had conquered and named his Rome. "Leave us," Caesar bid his Praetorian Guard. They bowed and departed the room without question.

"You asked to see me," the courier said nervously, shifting their weight from foot to foot. They had changed clothes, and no trace of blood remained on them.

"I did." Caesar beckoned them to the window next to him. They stood in silence for a moment, watching the lights wink below.

"I'm a well-read man, courier," Caesar said finally. "I know the legends of the Old World, and I recognize the marks of one of their nightmares in you. I order you to tell me the truth: Do you fit the full definition of the creature they called 'vampire,' or do you simply mimic the things to add to your fearsome affect?"

The courier didn't answer right away. When they did, their voice was soft. "I pretend to be nothing. I am what I am."

"And everything that comes with it?" Caesar pressed. "Darkness, the blood of the innocent, eternity?"

"Yes."

Caesar turned to face them fully. "Then I, Almighty Caesar, command you to make me as you are."

Yes Man: "Now that's a twist I didn't see coming!" Yes Man said, his happy tone only slightly tempered with uncertainty. "Boy, am I glad I don't have a circulatory system right now!"

The courier shushed the Securitron and looked around the alley surreptitiously. "Yes Man, I swear to god, if you blow my cover I'm disassembling you."

"As I've told you before, I can't technically die!" Yes Man reassured them. "And I certainly wouldn't want to endanger you and your hobbies, but my volume mixer is tied to my enthusiasm simulator and I can't adjust it! You'll just have to hope any passersby aren't interested in following my friendly voice into an alley!"

"Then go back to the Lucky 38 and we'll talk later," the courier insisted, through gritted teeth.

"I technically never left! But if you mean this Securitron, sure thing!" Yes Man zoomed away on his single wheel, whistling the whole way back to the casino where the rest of his consciousness was housed. He kept whistling as he ran probability algorithms, only pausing when the courier returned after a few hours and crossed their arms in front of his main screen.

"Hi there!" he said joyfully. "I've just been cross-checking Mr. House's records on noteworthy disappearances in the Strip, and I've flagged eight of them as potentially being connected to you! I don't want to assume your intentions, but if you don't want to be found out, I've developed a plan for choosing your next victims that will help you remain undetected in New Vegas for 184 years! Give or take a few!"

The courier put their head in their hand and sighed.

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[yourtrustyvault13canteen]

I wanted to know how sweary the companions canonically are, for fic writing. (Spoiler: not very!) Here are my notes:

It’s just Arcade, Boone, Cass, Veronica, Christine and Raul for now

These aren’t well or uniformly formatted because they are mostly just my notes I took for me. I hope they can be useful to other fic writers & maybe just interesting to other fans :)

Arcade

Arcade just doesn’t swear. He’s just too sweet. I let him swear in his internal monologue. Poor bastard deserves to let loose somewhere.

Hell x5 or x9 X4 for disapproval of violence (what the hell are you doing/thinking/ is wrong with you/ to hell with this!) X1 hell, (interjection, shock) X1 one hell of a (admiringly) X3 actual hell (actual figurative hell)

Dammit x2 Literally when dying or waking up from what he thought was his death. Half the time. And it’s sad/frustrated more than angry…

Shit x2 What a load of Brahmin shit! (this is about Caesar lmao) Holy-! (he doesn’t say it even in danger lmao)

Son of a bitch x1 Stubborn son of a bitch (Moreno)

It’s not exactly swearing but he refers to ED-E as “this little "Duraframe" sucker” which you know would be fucker, bastard for normal people so worth mentioning Also: he says “screwed up” twice and “screwed over” once. He also refers to the Fiend leaders as scumbags and can refer to you the same… :(

Boone

Boone likes to say goddamn and hell. He conspicuously never says fuck. Boone has surprisingly good manners in general, despite an otherwise lack of social skills. My headcanon is he won’t use language like that in front of A Lady (never mind that he’s the same with a male courier, and my courier has a filthier mouth than Cass)

Hell/what-why the hell/the hell I-you/to hell x 7 Goddamn x7 (it x4) (Goddamn/ed x 3) Son of a bitch (& plural) x3 Bastard x2 Damn x2 (right x1) (I’ll be /ed x1) Shit Bullshit Christ Prick

He does say worse stuff which is why him calling Benny a “piece of work” with a strained smile is so funny

Cass

Mostly fucking as intensifier and shit as stuff. Says hell a fair amount too. Generally a sweary fairy.

Fuck Fucked up (serious) xxxx Fucker(s) (serious) xxxxx (2 are about Benny, 1 is the Kings) Fucking (amplifier) xxxxxxxxxxxxx (sex but metaphorical) x Fucked (sex 1 and then metaphorical sex 3, quite serious) xxxx Fuck with xx Fucking around xx Oh my fucking god (very drunk) Fuck it/that (v annoyed at you) xx Fuck it/that (happy lmao) xx Go fuck yourself (v annoyed at you) (you) Fuckup (not super serious) x (mistake, with a hyphen) xx

Hell Interjection by itself Go to (serious) Why/what/who the xxxxxx In hell (genuine) xx Road to hell Sure as hell xx (A) hell of a xxxx Got the hell out Hell knows

Shit Interjection xx (1 Oh shi-) Actual literal shit xx Stuff xxxxxxxxxx (2 some such shit) (3 are like, shitty shit/fucked) Piece of shit (a weapon) Give a shit Shithead(s) xx (1 is benny) Shitty Load of Brahmin shit No shit xxxx Shithole Crazy ass shit I see jack and shit - 'cept no jack. (lmao)

Piss Actual literal piss xx Piss and run Angry xxx

Damn Just nude damn by itself or intensifier xxxxx Goddamn Like they are going to hell

Bitch Women she hates xxxx (inc payback’s a bitch) Generic attacker she hates xx Son of a bitch (literally murderous)

Bastard Her dad in a positive way lmao Sympathetically poor bastards

Cock Cocksucker (Benny) Cocktube (I think this is about killing House?!)

Dick It’s all pretty literal and not (inherently) insulting: whiskey dicks NCR is showing its dick to the mojave with the ranger monument, which might as well be shaking each others dicks; the whole Long Dick Johnson thing… tells a King who catcalls her to jam his dick in a locker Reflects that you need a dick to be a legionary

Ass Actual ass Asshole Asskicking, ass whipping Ass end of nowhere Dumbass Crazy ass xx Jackass

God By itself xxx Oh god Oh my fucking god Thank god

Veronica

God (exclamation, v bad) xxxxx Oh my god (happy) Oh my god (that you have news of Elijah) Goddamn it (cross at elder) Bullshit (cross at elder) Fuck (don’t fuck with me - dress)

Ronnie doesn’t swears very much… but she uses any words really. But mainly god-based. Because she’s one of the few to say fuck and she says it quite casually it stood out in my mind as her being a lot swearier than she is.

Though unlike Arcade she says fuck, she also says “screw it” and “screw them”. Cass never bothers with that lmao

Christine

goddamn & damn once each when murdering you

Asshole for male and bitch for female courier again when murdering you

But ofc she doesn’t talk a lot. And most of what she says with her voice is just immediately before killing Elijah and/or you.

I know in my heart Christine is nearly as sweary as Cass.

Raul

Raul hardly swears at all. Maybe it loses its appeal after 200 years.

Crap (DYING) Shit (shot the shit out of him) Hell xxxxx (what the, hell on my knees, beat to all hell, just for the hell) Damn (DYING!!!) Piss (only pissing off) Ass (haunt your ass)

He says “being a meaner old cuss than the rest of them”, there are so many other things he could have said, but he just doesn’t!

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