Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme, Part I

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Welcome to the Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme! Prompt, write, and draw same-gender Fallout pairings, and comment on fills that other people leave!

Rules:

• 18+ only.


• No M/F content, regardless of the orientations of the parties involved.


• No sexual content involving anyone under the age of 18.


• Post anonymously.


• Trans and NB characters are more than welcome.


• Put the characters, ships, or kinks that you're requesting in the subject line.


• Tag in the subject line for common triggers and potentially distressing content.


• Before making a request, please post a fill or leave a comment. Let's get this party started, prompt away!


• Don't be an asshole.

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PROMPT TABLE

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01.	Defiant	02.	Powder	03.	Grateful	04.	Decent	05.	Union
06.	Cleansed	07.	Go	08.	Shame	09.	Objective	10.	Strength
11.	Life	12.	Contempt	13.	Wrong	14.	Sweeten	15.	Hands
16.	Strangle	17.	Lullaby	18.	Untouchable	19.	Whispered	20.	Prayers
21.	Obvious	22.	Rhythm	23.	Afterlife	24.	Hidden	25.	Parade
26.	Touch	27.	Free	28.	Enjoy	29.	Shining	30.	Overflow
31.	Stimpak	32.	Vault	33.	Pipboy	34.	Cherchez la femme	35.	Confirmed bachelor
36.	Arroyo	37.	Mojave	38.	Megaton	39.	Goodneighbor	40.	Boneyard
41.	Enclave	42.	Legion	43.	NCR	44.	Brotherhood of Steel	45.	Minutemen

Pick a prompt or have RNG do it for you!

F!LW/Amata - Whispered

[(Anonymous)]

Amata has seen her leave the fault once before, and this will be the second time. The Wasteland has changed her girlfriend, but she doesn’t know if it’s for the better or worse. Amata does know her girlfriend holds that pistol much more comfortable than before and she shoots without hesitation now; she survives instead of lives now. She can’t help but feel the guilt in her chest, pressing down a she exhales. Amata just wishes somehow she could piece together the moments of them laughing together, hiding away in a forgotten place in the vault to share private kisses and intimate conversations.

If she were braver, she’d walk out with the Vault with her, but she’s a coward that just wants things to return to normal. She daydreams of the impossible instead, and the only reality she wants to face right now is that someone she loves is leaving for good this time.

She’s not asked my Amata to stay this time, instead she just stares into Amata’s eyes waiting for the goodbye they know is inevitable.

Amata doesn’t get to say the word goodbye, taking too long. She’s staring at a back that’s walking away from her. She reaches out, grabbing her wrist because Amata doesn’t want her to go yet.

She whispers word that are desperate, but she can’t recall the exact words for the plea. She remembers the tone, how it feels like part of her soul leaves her body as she says them.

“I’m a hero, and I need to leave.”

Amata lets go.

Re: F!LW/Amata - Whispered

[(Anonymous)]

AAAHH NO this is so lovely and it hurts aaaa!!

Re: F!LW/Amata - Whispered

[(Anonymous)]

This was so sad but cute, thanks for sharing!!

Danse/M!SS, Touch (pre-slash)

[(Anonymous)]

What if the SS hadn't been there during Danse's confrontation with Maxson? I'll let you piece together the rest of the story...

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There was... light. And sound. And soon enough, Danse felt a piercing pain, emanating from somewhere around his torso. He groaned, feeling short of breath, but each time his lungs filled the pain got worse. The light began to hurt his eyes, even though they were closed shut, and he lied back in agony.

Somebody placed a cold rag over his eyes, and the muffled sound of voices began to become clearer. What little light he could see diminished quickly, as he heard the rustling of drapes being thrown over the window.

And he felt a weight by his body, on the bed. And a firm voice began asking,

“Danse? Danse? Can you hear me?”

He could understand him now, but he still felt disoriented, wondering where he was. Before he could protest, the rag was removed, and slowly he began to see.

It was a blur of blue, with some white... and a human face. And when he spoke again, Danse almost pieced together who he was supposed to be.

“I know you're feeling like dung right now, Danse. Take it easy, alright?”

He tried, but when the memories began coming back, he panicked. He thought he was safe in the bunker, but Maxson had tracked him down. He couldn't remember the conversation, only the burning pain in his legs from running, running faster than he had ever run, alone and cold across the Commonwealth, until Maxson lost his trail.

The mysterious man took his hand, and comfort began radiating from him. His figure became slightly less blurry, and Danse was met with the gentle smile of a man he knew.

“It's... you...” he said.

The initiate. The man who had made Knight, and promptly disappeared. The man looking for his son, the soldier from before the war.

His recruit. His friend. And now he was wearing a striking blue coat, and a tricorn hat. Only a Minuteman would wear clothes like that. Probably a leader, too.

Then he heard the noises outside: mooing brahmin, hammering, wood cutting... Noises of physical labor, but without the heavy humming of engines or generators. In fact, he could hear the noise of running water, as well as birds singing in the distance.

This was Sanctuary, the Minutemen enclave. And his friend... He had become their leader.

From Danse's still blurry view, his friend was smiling. If his perception were a bit clearer, he would see that the man's lip was quivering, and some tears were coming to his eyes.

“Sorry I didn't call, Sir.” he said.

Danse gathered his strength, and held the man's hand a little tighter.

“No need to apologize.”