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!

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Amenities (Gage/M!Sole Survivor, explicit, shameless smut, informal D/S, shower sex) 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Three fusion cores?” Boss lets out an only slightly theatrical whistle towards the radio’s microphone. “Sweet Jesus, Overseer, but you drive a stiff bargain.”

“That I do, outsider.” The woman’s voice, an Overseer MacSomething-or-other, is full of confidence, even filtered through the static of the radio. “We here at Vault 81 prefer to work only with serious trade partners. I’m sure you can understand our reasons for being cautious.”

“Oh, I understand and support your caution, ma’m. It’s a damn jungle up here. I’m just thinkin’... three fusion cores just to get my foot in the door here.” Boss makes a thoughtful noise. “Don’t suppose you have any amenities in there that you’re willing to include in the entry fee?”

“We do have a cafeteria serving radiation-free food, and we have two medical personnel who can patch you up if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Grub and radaway are both very nice,” Boss concedes, “but I was thinking something more along the lines of hot water and indoor plumbing.”

“We do have a block of shower stalls in the security locker room,” the woman sounds amused at the line of inquiry.

“Well hot damn!” Boss grins and shoots Gage a predatory look. “Throw in an hour or two to ourselves in there and I’ve got four fusion cores with your name on ‘em, ma’m.”

“Done.”

Almost immediately, lights begin flashing and a dull siren sounds as the machinery surrounding the vault door shudders into motion. The radio crackles to silence and Boss steps back from the table, watching the armatures around the door with a satisfied expression.

“Three fusion cores to get in and a fourth for a bath?” Gage can’t help but ask. “Really, Boss, you vaulties have some downright strange priorities.”

“Not just a bath, Gage,” Boss corrects, watching the vault door with anticipation. “A shower. A hot. Shower. The list of things I would not do for a hot shower is, right at this moment, very, very short.”

Gage rolls his eye. Boss is Boss, and their little ‘vacation’ to the commonwealth has actually been fairly enjoyable so far, even with the errand list from the gang leaders back in Nuka-World. Two sweep-and-clears from Mags and Mason and one collar-a-supermutant from Nisha (which Boss was perversely amused by). Gage doesn’t have any actual disagreement to seeing the inside of a Vault, and equally less to giving up a few fusion cores. Boss still hasn’t managed to uncrumple the arm on the power armor frame back at Fizztop, so they don’t have much use for the dozen or so Boss has managed to locate and the things are fuckin’ heavy to be lugging around anyways.

The Vault door finishes rolling back and the catwalk is fully extended and damn, these places sure were designed to make an impression upon entry. There’s a full bank of floodlights aimed right at the two of them and Gage can’t even begin to see past the glare until they’re past the massive bulk of the door. There’s a couple guards in what he recognizes as well used vault tec security pads, mostly holding 10 mils or semi-auto rifles. He doubts the jumpsuits holding the guns have had much practice with them, but still he’s glad Boss decided they should have some not-obviously-raiders clothes to switch to if necessary.

“Welcome to Vault 81.” Ah, and that’d be the Overseer. A sturdy-looking woman with the reddest hair Gage has seen outside the Pack standing next to one of the security guys. “I’ll take those fusion cores now, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Boss swings the half-full duffel he’s carrying around to start rooting around in the end pockets. “I do hope you’ve called ahead to let everyone know the showers are about to be invaded by filthy wastelanders.”

She chuckles at that as Boss hands over the first fusion core. “The deal was for two hours, but not immediately.”

Boss scowls theatrically. “Well darn it, I better be getting free soap if I’ve got to wait.”

“For an extra fusion core, soap and towels.” She smiles and accepts the rest of the cores, fixing Boss with an appraising look. “I can’t say I’ve ever heard of an outsider asking to rent the showers before now.”

“Clearly the magic of a hot shower is the best kept secret of this day and age.”

“Clearly. All right, that’s four fresh and fully charged fusion cores. This way to the wonders of indoor plumbing.”

Overseer McNamara is all smiles as she leads Gage and Boss through a set of scanners and into an elevator, and Boss is either so pleased at the prospect of a shower that he is actually happy to make small talk about the state of her Vault or he’s just snuck more grape mentats than Gage had previously thought and needs to occupy his mouth with something or risk bouncing off the elevator walls.

It’s a long ride down.