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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Fallout_(Video_Games), Fallout:_New_Vegas, Fallout_3
  Relationship:
      Male_Courier/_Original_Male_Character, Male_Courier/Original_Female
      Character, Male_Courier/Major_Knight, Fox_Wilde_&_Vulpes_Inculta, Male
      Courier_&_Vulpes_Inculta
  Character:
      Fox_Wilde, Rayvnne, Arcade_Gannon, ED-E, Loretta, Vulpes_Inculta, Caesar,
      Dead_Sea, Major_Knight, Aurelius_(Fallout)
  Additional Tags:
      more_tags_to_come, the_ones_with_'&'_are_platonic_relationships, Drugs,
      Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort, drowning_sorrows_with_drugs, Graphic_depictions
      of_violence_-_Freeform, Canon-Typical_Violence, Dubious_Consent, Physical
      Abuse, multiple_couriers_au, OCs_-_Freeform, Mentioned_Characters,
      Fortification_Hill, Courier_Six_-_Freeform, other_ships, Mild_shipping,
      Explicit_Language, Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-11 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1643
****** Broken Roads ******
by TheWorstCourierSix
Summary
     A murderer and a druggy cross paths, things get much worse before
     they get any better...
Notes
     Kay guys, I know I should be working on my other fic(s) but I had
     another story on my mind. Ya'll will be seeing more fics from me
     (soon) I hope ya'll enjoy this one<3
     This chapter is semi based on a prompt from an anon - first
     encounter.
     (I'm only gonna start with one chapter, if ya'll want more of this
     fic, just be sure to comment<3)
     I still need to edit certain parts but I did as much as I could on
     short notice.
     This chapter is kinda short but the next few will probably be longer.
     (Edit)
     I added a little more to this chapter, the next one is coming out
     soon, but I have some prompts and drabbles to work on (sent in by
     anons on tumblr).
I saw him, he saw me. This would be the first time in years since we'd seen
each other (well not exactly... nipton was gonna have to be another hellish
story for another day...) but this wasn't how I wanted to meet him really. No
where close. Laying on my back, completely disarmed, struggling harder than I'd
had to when I was some guy's bitch begging for caps. He was looming over me,
snarling, one hand gripping my throat, the other held the ripper close to my
throat, and he was cussing at me in what? Latin?
Why were we fucking fighting to begin with? Why was I even here? I think I was
delivering something..? Heck nah, that was fucking two years ago ...Wait...
where was I anyway? This didn't look like goodsprings? Whatever.
Well this was gonna be a crappy way to go. Choked out by this effeminate little
dicked bitch, and lets not forget, 'The Great Caesar's Cock Warmer'. At least
Rayvnne wasn't there to ridicule you for dying to a bitch like this.
Well this could've been worse. You could've in the back-alley of a bar, getting
choked out and fucked in a dumpster...
I shouldn't be thinking this hard... I'm about to get my throat slit -no, my
head cut clean off, like i'd seen him do some prospector. I could feel myself
slowly drifting and a heavy weight around my throat... this wasn't gonna be
good, especially if I had to come back to that asshat 'Queen' Cassandra Moore
looking like one of those beat down whores back in freeside, instead one of her
'pristine toy soldiers'.
-
I was told we are 'related' some how... I can see it physically, but he's
considerably different from me. I'm a courier, I'm trying to squash this shit
between the legion and the ncr. He's a legionnaire, quite skilled in his work,
yet still as barbaric as the rest. But this seemed oddly familiar...Stay on
topic. Of course he and I didn't look too different, same dark hair, his may
have been lighter? Or dark? It was hard to tell by this angle and this
lighting.
I could feel my head throbbing, this was worse that the time I'd snorted three
rows of buffout and mentats...
My mind is lost, it feels like I'm loosing what little knowledge I had left
after the last two concussions.
Everything felt like it was coming back to me...
I finally pushed him off my throat. The man came tumbling off me, I propped
myself up on my elbows and looked around. Everything looked so fuzzy and red.
White pillows of cloud now appeared pink... my head felt like it'd explode, all
I could hear is ringing in my head. I choked then swallowed, tasting iron on my
tongue.
I could see him getting up again. Before I could even process what was
happening, I'd been shoved down, knee in my scrawny abdomen, pinning my good
arm down with his other. Than I'd been backhanded, like that bitch of an
'uncle' had done to me when I'd spit his rancid spunk in his face. I started
wheezing.
I was struggling to breath.
Why hadn't I just listen to grandma and fucking not do drugs and fucking ate my
vegetables?
To late for that. I'm glad I didn't, just so I could spite her.
-
He had shiny hair like mine, but the man that stared back at me seemed to
retain the smooth and curly hair he'd been born with. Curls splayed across his
face, draping over his eyes, partially hiding his blue crystal eyes. I was a
little different, not to much though.
My hair is straight, some what unruly with a few curls. My eyes are the same
colour but are 'glassy', my left eye had been long time blacked out, bullet
wound in my head being covered by my uneven cut hair, and my head recently
partially shaven.
We were both sickly pale, but his skin appeared smooth and flawless, while mine
is scarred, bandages wrapped on top of fresh wounds, bruises blooming across my
arms and chest. My body is hollow and abuse worn. We're both thin, but I'm
gross looking... ribs visible, hips all pointy, my entire shape looking as if
it would 'cave in'. He was obviously better kept than me ...despite the thin
scars on his legs, and the large one on his right knee. Blood spatter on his
armour, actually once I got a good look at him, it was all over him. He was
always prettier than me, always? Wait. What was going on?
He'd paused his slapping session, ripper still at my throat, to look down at my
bloodied, bruising face. We stared at each other, longer than we should've. He
was angry, but he also seemed confused? But hell, I was too. What the fuck did
I say? I couldn't remember anything. I didn't know if I should've knocked him
off or stab him (the knife was wrapped in my bandages). He'd stop beating me
like I was one of his slaves, and I didn't, couldn't do anything. I froze. What
did I expect really? What did he? I was a punk pussy bitch. He was a slaver -
no, a straight up murderer. Like me...? Wait, no, we're different.
I save people, I kill for a reason, I'm nothing like that, like him... but this
is my fault. I couldn't save him ...what? I don't know what I'm thinking, I
remember him but I don't. I don't know him well, but something in my mind says
'I failed to save this man' why? Really why? I don't know him, I haven't seen
him? Have I? No, you haven't.
The only times you had were brief, you'd never actually seen him. Ravynne told
you about this prick. She told you to stay away from him. She'd handle him,
like she did some of his cronies... Did she? I remember being with her, maybe
an hour ago, but we had been separated earlier... something about 'the mark of
Caesar'?
Caesar looking for her? Oh... oh I know, we're at the fort... I guess that's
why Arcade seemed hesitant to be here, so did Ed-E and Loretta... (they didn't
help me since the praetorian guards had been holding that doll Lori and that
Ken doll Gannon back) but why were we here?
Caesar called for Ravynne, not us. When would she be back. Was she ever gonna
come back? She said she wouldn't leave you... Wait your mind is off-track.
You look back at the man above you, without his mouth moving, his eyes seemed
to be asking you to repeat whatever you said. You stare at him still confused.
What did you say? You think, you think very hard... 'Quis es?' wait a second...
Latin tongue... He blinked a few times than pulled his weapon back, slowly
coming down and crouching beside me. "...What did you say?" Voice slightly
cracking, soft, unusual for him.
Any other time he spoke to you his voice was full of acid, calm tone, but his
words ate away at my skin. "Quis es..?" I looked at him. He looked clearly
shocked, eyes wide, tilting his head to the side like an innocent puppy, rather
than a cold blooded murderer. He seemed to be searching for words, but nothing
more than a rasp came out. "Et Latine scit?" Shaky, uncontrolled breaths
following after.
Placing a hand on my face, tears pooling in his eyes, he said. "Fox, do you...
do you... remember?" I tried to think hard... Vulpes... the name was alien, but
all so familiar at the same time. I tried my hardest to search through my
memories. I could remember, only half way. Not as much as I wanted to remember,
but this was good enough, I guess.
He and I were young, he was crying and I was cradling him. My back full of
lashes, I was sobbing, fat uncontrolled breaths. I remember a young woman. I
think her name was Lydia? Wrapping our wounds. Another memory... him patching
me up? He, Dead Sea and Aurelius had gather some stuff to help me? At least I
think.
These were odd to me, cloudy, but clear... I definitely remembered him singing
to me when I had gotten sepsis when I'd been incorrectly treated after I'd been
bitten by one of the legions mongrels... his voice was calming, and still is
sometimes. The first two memories kinda scared me, they weren't quiet natural
to me, it was all too overwhelming. But I was glad I remembered.
But this one made me sick to my stomach. This was different... it didn't
involve him, this one was from when I'd first became a courier. I think I had
been delivering a package? What kind I'm unsure of but I came to there
residence. Maybe. I know they let me in, it was supposed to be quick, in and
out. But they wanted me to stay... I was face down between some chick's legs...
my back was arched, some dude holding my hips... I was forced out of my
thoughts, by the man shaking me.
I panicked.
I forced myself to turn away from him, my stomach lurching out a mix of
alcohol, mentats and bile. The man -Vulpes, grabbed me and took me to Siri.
This didn't feel right... he seemed to care.
No.
This wasn't real. Was it? I blacked out. I guess that gave me time to reminisce
all the terrible and great memories I shared with this kid -? This didn't make
much sense to me but... what really ever did?
(I wasn't gonna remember shit that happened later. I never have, and probably
never will. I hate to say it but, don't do drugs like Fox Wilde kids...)
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