Characters: Arcade, Arcade's son, M!Courier, and mentions of other Modoc locals Relationship: Gen, M/M Rating: G Summary: Arcade spends some time with his son and an in-law in Modoc. Notes: This can be read alone, but it connects to another story I've done called Never Say Navarro.
There was a time where Arcade thought he could never get used to the smell of brahmin and everything that comes along with these animals. Yet here is, not wearing power armor or a Followers lab coat. He's wearing old clothes he's borrowing from his uncle-in-law, who happens to be at least a good five inches shorter than him. The pants cut off a few inches above his ankle, and it's bothered him since this morning. Yet that's a minor thing to worry about, considering he once worried about far more things.
Arcade has been spending a few weeks in June in Modoc for almost ten years now. The town is a bit quieter in June and the temperature is not too cold or too hot. There's still enough traders to keep supplies and commerce going, but only the regular caravaneers and occasionally a special trip come through town. Arcade thinks that's a good thing, though, as these traders seem to have more respect for the locals and their rules versus complete outside strangers.
Most traders and local shops do open during the night even if it's the slower season. The members of the Slag community only come out at night, especially during the summer. He's interacted with a few of them when he's sold them brahmin jerky or said exchanged some small talk or general greetings. Over the years he's gotten to know a number of the locals by name, mostly due to Davin encouraging him to get to know them. Once in a while he'll go to Rose's Bed and Breakfast with Johnny so they can catch up with each other. It seems like the locals know him better than he knows them. Once again, most likely due to Davin wanting him to feel like Modoc is home for him.
The sun start to set in less than an hour, which means he should probably staring off into the distance waiting for his husband to join them. He was supposed to be here a few days ago, but it seems the negotiations with the NCR are proving more of a challenge than what he was told. Arcade knew it'd be difficult, especially since he's heard stories from the Followers where NCR would hire mercenaries to bother towns in order for towns to ask the NCR in help -- a perfect set up.
As he walks out to where the younger brahmin are, he sees a small plush toy on the ground. He instantly recognizes it, picking it up from the ground. It's a little hand made brahmin toy, and he doesn't even need to put his nose close to it to tell the toy has been around brahmin manure. He rather not touch it, but the duty of fatherhood calls, and he puts the manure smelling toy brahmin into hi left pants pocket.
When he finally reaches the young brahmin pen, he fixes his glasses and smiles before he can even get a good and clear view. He can hear the sounds of his son laughing and screaming with joy. His son is riding a brahmin calf, trying to get calf to move. Instead, the calf whines and tries to shake his son off.
He stops at the fence of the pen, taking out of his pocket the toy he picked up earlier. "Guess what I found on the way here?" He dangles the toy, which seems to grab the attention of his son rather than his presence alone.
He watches as his son's eyes widen, surprised at what Arcade has presented him. He gets off the calf's back running towards him. Before he can grab the toy, though, Arcade raises in the air higher, dangling it.
"So do you know where I found it?" Arcade doesn't worry as much as he used to about how to be a father. He still worries, but he found it came a lot more naturally than he anticipated. He knows his worries stem beyond just the normal parental anxiety, but from his own father passing when he was so young.
His son doesn't look at his face, instead looking down at the ground. "I found it while walking here. I'm hoping the both of you will clean yourselves up before we have dinner tonight." He lowers the toy to a reachable distance, his son grabbing it and mumbling something.
"What was that?" The question is softer than his previous tone, as he's curious and concerned about what his son just said.
"Thank you for finding Bess." The words make him smile. He runs one of his hands through his son's hair, not minding it smells like a brahmin on a hot day.
Rainbow At Midnight 1/? (Gen + M!Courier/Arcade)
Relationship: Gen, M/M
Rating: G
Summary: Arcade spends some time with his son and an in-law in Modoc.
Notes: This can be read alone, but it connects to another story I've done called Never Say Navarro.
There was a time where Arcade thought he could never get used to the smell of brahmin and everything that comes along with these animals. Yet here is, not wearing power armor or a Followers lab coat. He's wearing old clothes he's borrowing from his uncle-in-law, who happens to be at least a good five inches shorter than him. The pants cut off a few inches above his ankle, and it's bothered him since this morning. Yet that's a minor thing to worry about, considering he once worried about far more things.
Arcade has been spending a few weeks in June in Modoc for almost ten years now. The town is a bit quieter in June and the temperature is not too cold or too hot. There's still enough traders to keep supplies and commerce going, but only the regular caravaneers and occasionally a special trip come through town. Arcade thinks that's a good thing, though, as these traders seem to have more respect for the locals and their rules versus complete outside strangers.
Most traders and local shops do open during the night even if it's the slower season. The members of the Slag community only come out at night, especially during the summer. He's interacted with a few of them when he's sold them brahmin jerky or said exchanged some small talk or general greetings. Over the years he's gotten to know a number of the locals by name, mostly due to Davin encouraging him to get to know them. Once in a while he'll go to Rose's Bed and Breakfast with Johnny so they can catch up with each other. It seems like the locals know him better than he knows them. Once again, most likely due to Davin wanting him to feel like Modoc is home for him.
The sun start to set in less than an hour, which means he should probably staring off into the distance waiting for his husband to join them. He was supposed to be here a few days ago, but it seems the negotiations with the NCR are proving more of a challenge than what he was told. Arcade knew it'd be difficult, especially since he's heard stories from the Followers where NCR would hire mercenaries to bother towns in order for towns to ask the NCR in help -- a perfect set up.
As he walks out to where the younger brahmin are, he sees a small plush toy on the ground. He instantly recognizes it, picking it up from the ground. It's a little hand made brahmin toy, and he doesn't even need to put his nose close to it to tell the toy has been around brahmin manure. He rather not touch it, but the duty of fatherhood calls, and he puts the manure smelling toy brahmin into hi left pants pocket.
When he finally reaches the young brahmin pen, he fixes his glasses and smiles before he can even get a good and clear view. He can hear the sounds of his son laughing and screaming with joy. His son is riding a brahmin calf, trying to get calf to move. Instead, the calf whines and tries to shake his son off.
He stops at the fence of the pen, taking out of his pocket the toy he picked up earlier. "Guess what I found on the way here?" He dangles the toy, which seems to grab the attention of his son rather than his presence alone.
He watches as his son's eyes widen, surprised at what Arcade has presented him. He gets off the calf's back running towards him. Before he can grab the toy, though, Arcade raises in the air higher, dangling it.
"So do you know where I found it?" Arcade doesn't worry as much as he used to about how to be a father. He still worries, but he found it came a lot more naturally than he anticipated. He knows his worries stem beyond just the normal parental anxiety, but from his own father passing when he was so young.
His son doesn't look at his face, instead looking down at the ground. "I found it while walking here. I'm hoping the both of you will clean yourselves up before we have dinner tonight." He lowers the toy to a reachable distance, his son grabbing it and mumbling something.
"What was that?" The question is softer than his previous tone, as he's curious and concerned about what his son just said.
"Thank you for finding Bess." The words make him smile. He runs one of his hands through his son's hair, not minding it smells like a brahmin on a hot day.