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toucheholland23 · 4 years

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Giggles and Gunshots

Winona(oc)x Gage fic

When sole asked if Winona wanted to go with them and nick to Nuka World she was too curious to say no. She heard about the place and only dreamed she could’ve been there when the park was still up and running, but seeing it now was fairly close.

Gage watched as the trio arrived at the transit center and laughed. A vault dweller, an old synth and some curly haired chick? They wouldn’t last a sec on the gauntlet, but what the hell, he needed to get rid of Coulter.

The detective was smart enough to not buy Harley’s bullshit but they decided to come anyways. He had to admit, they had balls.

They crossed the gauntlet using their abilities to disarm every trap, destroy every turret and kill anyone who threatened their life. Surely a dynamic trio.

The vaultie was the force, the detective the brains and the chick had the agility.

A good team.

When they arrived at the arena, the first one to look down at him and Coulter was the curly haired gal. The overboss catcalled her, making the other two turn their heads and send him a deep glare.

As for him, he thought she was pretty.

She had a fine body, and she was tall, like, REALLY tall. Not that it was a bad thing, on the contrary, he liked big women.

But she seemed like the person who was too nice for her own good, so that made her weak.

He told them that they should use the squirt gun and use their number advantage to place Coulter in a disadvantaged position.

They had a good plan. The curly haired girl distracted Coulter, dodging his attacks skillfully while the detective fired the squirt gun at him, leaving the vault dweller to fire at him with their laser machine gun.

They managed to take him down, proclaiming the vault dweller, as they were the one who took coulter down, the new overboss. Unfortunately one of Coulter’s hit made the chick stumble, making her fall, hitting her head hard against the floor. She was out cold.

As soon as they won the detective rushed to the gal and the vaultie picked her up, since they were stronger.

Gage led them quickly to the market, making their way though the place searching for Mackenzie.

When Winona finally opened her eyes, still feeling a bit disoriented and dizzy, it was a relief to everyone, mostly for the detective.

They spent the day telling her how the things on the park worked, the places Gage showed them and what responsibilities Sole had now that they were the overboss.

Sole considered passing the title to Winona, since she was a clever and ruthless woman. If someone could humanize the raiders, it was her. But she had a lot to loose, she had a child to take care of and having a bullseye on her back wasn’t exactly on her wish list.

Gage’s eyes widened at the mention of her being a mother. She was so young! He totally wouldn’t have expected that. The guy that got her pregged sure was a lucky bastard for getting a woman like that, he was almost jealous.

The trio stayed for almost a week in the park, they managed to take back the galactic zone in just two days and had a successful meeting with the gangs.

The gangs had their favorites of course. The pack absolutely LOVED Winona, mostly Mason witch gave her a suggestive look from time to time

They liked her for her ruthlessness and they surely didn’t want to be given orders by a minuteman or a synth.

Unfortunately, the vaultie had things to attend to in the commonwealth and something about a guy, Eddie something.

Of course Gage could’ve handled the park on his own, after all he’s done it a lot of times as right hand man, but Winona insisted on staying. He was confused. Didn’t she have a kid? Shouldn’t she be taking care of him right now? Fortunately she calmed his toughs, assuring him the kid was in the care of one of her close friends who also happened to be the mayor of goodneighbor.

So that’s how it went, the robot and the vaultie left, leaving Winona as the one in charge with Gage helping her with what he could as her second in command.

Winona always had a little stroll around the market every morning, greeting the raiders, merchants and slaves that she encountered along the way, much to Gage’s disliking. But overall she was a good leader, handled everything well, she always tries to satisfy everyone even if it means to do things she doesn’t really like and all, but made her position clear if anyone disrespected her.

Gage kept finding it weird that she always kept up a cheery demeanor everywhere she went or that she smiled sweetly at everyone and her politeness. He suspected that it was just a shell, that she would probably turn on them and pull up a cynical and horrifying bloodthirst all of a sudden, but he never knew.

Winona decided to keep clearing parks so she thought Safari Adventure was a great place to start, after all, how hard could it be? Gage obviously accompanied her, wouldn’t want the gal to get killed.

When they first arrived at the park they saw this dude fighting a weird kind of deathclaw. Gage wanted to just leave them be and watch how this turned up, but Winona obviously thought otherwise and, well, if boss says so then it’s done.

After they helped the guy kill the creature he started rambling about more of them attacking him and his family. This man talked funny but they made no comment on it.

Okay. What the hell.

So it turned out this guy was raised by gorillas.

That explains a lot.

But whatever, the three of them headed to the place Cito said the things emerged from and of course the found another one of those bitches.

Winona was lucky that Gage grabbed her in time, saving her of the claws of that thing as the other guy took it down.

The girl squirmed and giggled at the man’s touch, she was ticklish. The adorable chuckles of the gal made Gage feel funny on his gut for a sec before he brushed it off and released her.

They went into a weird place with glass panels covering holes on the wall that they later learned were a place where pre- war reptiles, like snakes and iguanas were kept so that the people could see them. Gage made a comment on how he kinda liked the idea of little not-so-mutated deathclaws as pets, witch made Winona giggle.

Passing the reptile’s section they found an old lab that turned out to be where those creatures, that they now learned were called “gatorclaws” were made.

So they shut down the machine and cleared out the rest of the park, going up the treehouse and placing the pack’s flag up the flagpole.

The woman took a minute to appreciate the view of the park from there, It was dawn so the sun going down really made the scenery look even more beautiful. As she looked at the horizon with a calmed look in her eyes, Gage caught himself staring at the beauty before him.

She was truly a work of art herself, better yet with the orange sunlight coating her tan skin and chestnut hair and making her ocean eyes shine in a beautiful way that made his cheeks grow a shade of pink

He was mesmerized by this woman, blinded by her beauty, hypnotized by her laugh, and he hated it. He hated how his face grew hotter and his stomach felt weird because of her. And the worst was that she probably had a husband waiting for her at home with their child.

But then again.

Why had she decided to stay?

He was still confused by that, so he couldn’t stop himself from asking her.

“Isn’t your child and husband waiting for you at home? Why have you decided to stay, boss?”

Her face seemed to darken at the question, looking at the side for a second before turning her head to meet his eyes. “I, um... i only have my son” , she responded with melancholy.

Shit, he fucked up.

Of course, that’s why she left her child with a friend, why she always felt uncomfortable by romantic advances on her. The guy wasn’t there. “Oh, shit sorry i-“

“Don’t bother. He isn’t dead, he abandoned me” ,she interrupted him, her look darkening even more. Perfect, he fucked up even more.

Gage was suddenly infuriated. How could that son of a bitch abandon his woman, pregnant with HIS child! To fend for herself!? The ‘wealth was dangerous and even tough he knew Winona was a tough girl, she was all alone.

He couldn’t imagine the hell she’d been though.

“Oh boss. Im sorry i brought it up, im an idiot” The woman looked at him and smiled sideways, taking ahold of his hand.

“It’s okay, i guess i needed to tell someone eventually...” she sniffled and kept on talking, “after some time, i had the luck of finding my cousin, Laura, and she led me to Goodneighbor.”

“She told me that there i could get proper medical attention and that i could have my baby safely. I was three months pregnant at the time by the way.” She chuckled dryly making the man furrow his brows.

“So there i met Nick and John. They helped me a lot though my pregnancy and while giving birth.” She smiled at the memory of the men she held so close to her heart. “When i first held Alexander in my arms, i knew i had to toughen up, I couldn’t keep crying myself to sleep because of that man. I had to do it for him”.

“But even so, the pain never truly goes away. Everyday he reminds me more of him and i just-“ tears started falling from her eyes like a waterfall. Gage froze, he wasn’t good at comforting people.

Despite his awkwardness and showing his pride aside, he wrapped his arms around her.

Winona was taken aback by the man’s actions, but then she started crying harder, hugging him back as she fell to the floor.

He never let go of her.

He knew what it was like to be betrayed by the ones you thought you could trust, to be backstabbed and then thrown away like garbage. She didn’t deserve that.

She was probably the kindest person he’s ever met and yet there was an asshole out there that just threw her out like if she was a broken ragdoll.

That piece of shit surely earned himself a place in Porter’s list

Still he held her as she cried in his shoulder, holding her as if she were made of glass, that started cracking with her every sob.

After a few minutes, her crying died down and she lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him with puffy and red eyes.

He couldn’t stop the hand that separated itself from her back and wiped away a stray tear from the corner of her eye, making her giggle wholeheartedly.

The man let a small chuckle leave his mouth before he stared at her again, this time tough, she was staring right back at him.

Subconsciously they both started to get closer and closer before Winona got them out of their transe by yawning.

“You wouldn’t happen to be tired, right boss?” He said with a grin and raising his brow at her.

The woman was about to respond but was again interrupted by her yawning. Gage sighed, as he shook his head in a mocking way.

“There’s a sleeping sack over there, you take a rest and i’ll keep guard” he said graving her hand and leading her there to lay down.

As he was about to leave, Winona grabbed his arm, catching his attention. “Hey Gage?...” she said, tiredness clear on her voice. The man hummed at her in question.

“Thanks...”

And then she fell into the arms of tiredness, falling asleep.

#fallout #fallout 4 #my wriring #fallout 4 oc #winona hamilton #porter gage #nuka world #oc x canon

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tortoisesshells · 4 years

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For the character ask: Preston Garvey

buckle up, friends, this is gonna be long AND embarrassing.

1. LOVE. wholeheartedly, unquestioningly, would literally follow this character to hell if asked to do so.

2. For all that he’s a painfully good man who always, always puts the well-being of Commonwealth residents before his own, Preston Garvey is that way because he’s chosen it, again and again. The writing in Fallout 4 isn’t always strong, but I love it for making it clear that for Preston, goodness is a choice that has to be made - it’s a practice that must be observed - his selflessness may or may not be personal inclination, but his conduct in the face of repeated disappointment, betrayal, and ultimately the death of almost everyone he cared about reflects that he is willing to put the work in to be good. To plant crops without surety of seeing them grow. To defend the Commonwealth residents who may not actually support the Minutemen.

2a. (and yet! he’s traumatized by the Quincy Massacre! he’ll admit to the Sole Survivor that he was within an inch of giving up! “I was ready to die. It was what I felt I deserved.”??? part of his self-sacrifice is that he’s exhausted and depressed and wondered what the point of the Commonwealth Minutemen had been! which is, needless to say, rather unhealthy, but with support and time Preston Garvey regains his sense of self and self-worth!)

2b. (and yet! Preston’s resolution to do good in the face of evil has limits! he will pay evil unto evil. it’s extremely important to the character that he isn’t some universally benevolent person, or some all-forgiving hero! If you take Preston back to Quincy to pay the Gunners back for the Massacre? “I still owe those bastards for what they did to Quincy.” “I’ll be happy to help you kill some more of those Gunner bastards. Just point me to them.” “Gunners don’t deserve mercy from us.” & if Sole sides with the Raiders? He’ll never forgive them.*)

* apparently. I’ve never managed an evil-Sole playthrough. The idea of disappointing Preston Garvey and/or Piper Wright and/or Nick Valentine and/or Codsworth fills me with existential dread.

3. “You probably think I was pretty naive, huh? I guess I was. Still am, too, even after everything. I still believe that the Minutemen can be what I always thought they were. The good guys.”

3a. “So were you in the Battle of Bunker Hill?” Preston Garvey knows who the Minutemen were, knows the American Revolution, and knows more about the history of Boston than just about anyone else you encounter in the Commonwealth. He knows when the RevWar was relative to The Great War. He’s just yanking your chain, but gosh do I love him for it.

4. I am ... a much pettier person than Preston Garvey.

5. “Well I'll be damned. It's the monument to the original Minutemen. I knew that was somewhere around Concord. That means this right here must be the Old North Bridge. Where the first shots of the American Revolution were fired! I'd call that the best omen I've seen since we left Quincy. ”

You’ve just helped this man tear himself and the people under his care out of the jaws of certain death, you have been defrosted for all of 17 minutes and you just went toe to toe with a gd Deathclaw, and despite all of it - there’s still joy, still meaning.

6. I really don’t have a character-specific OTP (Sturges, post-Blind Betrayal Danse, a Minuteman-aligned Sole Survivor are all solid candidates) - just happiness? The abstract idea of justice? A Commonwealth free of Institute and Brotherhood of Steel meddling? Getting to sit with a cold beer and watch the sun go down over a field of razorgrain and tatos, listening to the lowing of brahmin and the drone of Radio Freedom and the buzz of generators, and, whether or not he’s been specifically thanked, knowing he has effected this good in a harsh post-apocalyptic world?

send me a character and i’ll ramble about them!

#is this my reward for answering your not so mysterious ask my friend?#polkaknox talks

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dickie-gayson · 7 years

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hooooly shit, i just found a wip story from years ago that i completely forgot about. It’s a Fallout New Vegas story involving my courier who is dumb af and basically the hot mess express. after re-reading it, im really tempted to pick it up again

(for anyone curious, the unfinished piece is beneath the cut)

Getting shot in the head, close-range at that, and left in a shallow grave to rot is not exactly Jack's idea of 'fun'. Waking up in some random strangers house, barely able to see through the haze and blur of his foggy mind is not ideal, either. Well, unless he'd been drinking copiously the previous night, then it may be acceptable. It also depends on who's house he wakes up in. Needless to say, it was not an attractive young person. In fact, it was quite the opposite, being an old, withered man. It was a good thing Jack was so preoccupied with the fact that he'd been shot in the head that he didn't stop to contemplate on what level of the ‘shitty morning after’s scale waking up in an old guy's bed would be.

Truth be told, he probably wouldn't have anything to compare it to, seeing as he couldn't exactly recall his drunken flings and drunken flings-turned-mishaps, among other unmentionable occurrences. He couldn't remember because, get this, getting a shot to the brain gave him a case of amnesia. Hell, when Doc Mitchell asked what his name was, it struck him just how shitty his current position was. Really, he didn't even know his real name. He just said 'Jack Wilder' because he thought it sounded badass. For all he knew, his name could actually be Inklebert or something equally as lame. That thought is almost as bad as the other ways he could have ended up in a withered old guy's bed. Almost.

The doc also helped him figure out just what his specialties were. Apparently, he got this neat machine that could test someone's genetics and tell them what they're good at. Jack figured the Old World folks made it as a way to test for deficiencies or if someone is well suited for a particular job field. He was about average in strength and pretty good in endurance, forgetting his easily injured extremities (thanks, genetics), his charisma was great, his agility was good, turns out he's nearsighted, so he needed to wear glasses to even out his perception, and goddamn if he was a lucky bastard. Woefully, his intelligence left quite a bit to be desired. After all, he wasn't the fiercest Deathclaw in the pack. Ah well, they can't all be scientists and doctors, can they?

It was thanks to Doc Mitchell that he was alive and knew any damn thing, so he owed the doc a lot, and Jack swore he'd repay him. If, of course, he got out of his current predicament alive. Jack, despite being inherently lucky, was just a magnet for hordes of, well, anything that would want to kill him. Yeah, he probably should have noticed the cluster of red ticks on his Pip-Boy's map, but he didn't. He probably should have noticed movement in the horizon. Instead, he was busy musing as to why crows had survived and no other birds; if there had been other birds. Also, were they mutated, or naturally as is? Why? He surmised that as long as they didn't try to peck out his liver, which he needed in order to drink more, that he didn't give two fucks to Sunday about them.

That was when the proverbial shit hit the fan. He isn't the stealthiest guy around, that is for damn sure. But one would think he'd be smart enough not to step on a Radscorpion egg. Well, that is where one would be wrong, for that's exactly what happened. He stumbled oh so gracefully into a nesting ground. Most of the Radscorpions went off hunting while some had stayed to watch the clutches.

That leads us to our current situation.

Jack is running full force, chest heaving with his breathing labored. Yeah, his endurance is pretty good, but you try sprinting endlessly with a swarm of Radscorpions trying to shove a stinger in your spinal cord and see how that works out for you. Of course, he attempted to use one of his guns in his as of yet small arsenal of weapons. The hunting rifle worked well enough, if, say, there were one or two Radscorpions and not a horde. Pitch in a couple feral ghouls too, and you got a Jack that's panting like a bitch and bordering on crying.

His weapon cache isn't that great as he's tight on caps. He had just helped restore Primm and find a sheriff, but their casino was not yet open for him to rob blind yet. Thus, he couldn't find many good guns, other than what he found scavenging the Mojave and looting corpses. Right now, he was really pissed at himself for not just robbing every shopkeep of their weapons and caps. Then again, as said, he isn't the stealthiest, nor did he have the heart to full on murder someone in cold blood for their belongings. Unless, say, it was a really sweet jacket or hat. Hey, he likes to stay stylish.

In the near distance, Jack saw a great and imposing figure looming. He almost faltered in his steps but would rather not get over come with stingers, pinchers, and feral jaws. As he focused intently on that point, willing himself to make it and not pass out right now due to lack of oxygen and fatigue, he noticed the figure start to take shape. Again, he nearly fell out of step when noticed it was a giant...dinosaur? 'What the fuck?'

Again, Jack is just a few grades higher in IQ than a pack brahmin, but even he knew a dinosaur from one of the books he attempted to read. Reading didn't hold much interest to him, but he had been curious about those oversized reptiles. Maybe this giant dinosaur was his savior incarnated into something Jack liked. He can't complain, but he probably would have preferred a giant bottle of whiskey or a hot person. He isn't picky.

As he was getting closer, a loud crack shocked him, making him jump and trip up. He stumbled, barely righting himself before the faint whisper of a missed stinger flew past his back. He glanced over his shoulder for a second, yeah, a stupid move, but he was curious, only to find one of the radscorpions with a large hole in its head left in the dust. His eyes widened as he turned and raced onward to his violent savior. It could only be the dinosaur who saved him, right?

Again, another crack and another faint thump of an enemy down. Right now, Jack would be crying with happiness if he hadn't been so busy running for his life and trying not to die. Again. He was close enough to see the full profile of the overly happy looking dinosaur. Mentally, he dubbed his violent savior Barney. He had read about a great dinosaur named Barney in which many revered in the Old World. It seemed only fitting; Barney the Dinosaur.

Then, he caught a slight flash coming from the mouth as another thunderous crack shattered the night air. He may be about as bright as molerat, but even Jack could figure out that it was actually someone shooting from there as a perch rather than the dinosaur animating and rescuing him, much to his disappointment. He came to this realization a bit late, but at least he got to it eventually rather than running up and attempting to speak to the monument.

Only after a few more shots did the numbers dwindle to something Jack could handle with his meager weapons. All but falling flat on his face onto the ground, he made sure to pull out his rifle while turning and shooting a Radscorpion way too close for comfort, getting off one more round before it fell. His attention turned to a ghoul that took the opportunity of the larger threat as a distraction and lunged. It tore at his right arm, causing him to cry out and bash it with the butt of his rifle before a clean headshot sent its skull fragmenting. While he appreciated the rescue, the brain shower could have been skipped.

He sat there for a moment, attempting to catch his breath before flopping fully onto the ground, sprawling out spread eagle and nearly passing out.

#im laughin rn #my courier was so fuckin stupid #i love him #and get this #i named it Bromance in the Mojave #bcus it was supposed to be about my courier and his (reluctant) bffl Boone being platonic soulmates (or saltmates in Boone's case)#gettin shitfaced in Vegas and Boone having to save him all the time bcus my dude's a walking hot mess #seriously who left that guy in charge #Boone come collect your idiot

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