#lucy fallout

‘Since when did you ever side with the old man?’ you mock Lucy. ‘It’s just that bar, it seems..’ she pauses, ‘-sketchy?’ was all she could come up with. ‘And walking around with this corpse doesn’t scream sketchy? No offence darlin’’ you look at the Ghoul and wink. 

He returns your stray with a nod, ‘can’t argue with that’ he mumbles as he walks inside, ‘push over’ Lucy huffs as she follows you both. 

You had been dropping subtle hints that it was time for you all to rest but Lucy and the Ghoul were locked on a lead and you didn’t have much say. 

What they were following led them to a fortified town out in the middle of the Mojave, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore and demanded they stopped. 

The stale air of alcohol reeked throughout the wooden shack of a bar. Only soft candles and one LED sign near the bar lighted the whole place. 

The Ghoul sat at the bar, you took a seat next to him, Lucy then sitting next to you. ‘Three of the strongest stuff you have’ you holler at the bar tender; a rough looking woman, her head completely shaved. 

It was easy to notice how the atmosphere got quieter the moment the three of you entered. But it didn’t kill your mood. You were appreciative that they finally listened to you. 

You had come with Lucy on this adventure because you didn’t want her to be alone. But selfishly you also wanted to experience what life was like outside the vault.

Lucy had always known that about you which is why she didn’t put up much of a fight when you said you were coming with her. She also didn’t know what her life would be like without you by her side and she didn’t want to find out whilst being in this Wasteland. 

The bar tender places three glasses of an unknown liquid in front of you all. It was so strong your nose and eyes started to weep at the mere smell. 

Lucy could see the big grin on your face. 

‘You guys never know, we might find something we need right here’ you raise your glass to the both of them. The Ghoul tips his to you, Lucy awkwardly holds it up and motions her glass toward you, not taking a sip initially. 

The Ghoul took in the liquor with a big gulp, completely zoning out and staring at the wall. You and Lucy begin to chatter away about the last couple of days. 

Trying to include the Ghoul in the conversation, you would often nudge his shoulder to keep him in the loop. The Ghoul would glare at you each time. He often dismissed your playfulness with him, but this time you were too close to ignore.

Lucy was now occasionally taking small sips of the drink, trying not to gag as it burned her throat. ‘You’ve always been a good sport’ you say in a low voice to Lucy, she coughs. 

Your eyes then caught the glimpse of a very tall figure making their way to the bar. Their white long hair draping their face, so you couldn’t see them fully. 

The figure then turns to you. Your eyes widen in curiosity, his eyes were black looking right back at you, glistening as he was taking a look at the vault dwellers that were to the side of him. 

The figure wasn’t like any ghoul you had seen before. He was incredibly tall, towering over the bar table. He looks back at the bar tender and hands her some caps. He then takes a beer and finds an empty table behind you. 

Lucy sees this interaction but decides not to acknowledge it until the bar tender hands you a beer, ‘from the ghoul in the back’ she says with a smirk. 

With the bottle in your hand you turn, that ghoul looking you down, you raise the beer, which he returns. 

‘Ain’t I lucky?’ you lean over to Lucy, she giggles, ‘you’re riddled with it’ Lucy couldn’t help but be honest. 

You began to skull the beer, Lucy warned you to slow down, ‘you didn’t take your alcohol well in the vault, I doubt you will up here’ she tries to laugh off her clear worry. 

‘I will deal with the consequences later’ you say, the Ghoul now listening in and lets out a huff of what sounded like approval. 

‘Miss Bartender, another two of these please’ you hold up your now empty beer. With a nod she brings over the beers. They clank as you hold both in one hand and turn to leave your chair. 

Lucy watches as you make your way over to that ghoul. He gladly takes one of the beers from your hand and then pulls out a chair close to him. 

Very naturally you took to the ghoul who introduced himself as Damon, exchanging pleasantries back, he asked what made you come over here, ‘I haven’t seen a ghoul like you before’ you say openly. 

He was intrigued by your forwardness, ‘I’m not too different to the average ghoul’ he says in a raspy voice.  ‘I’m not doubting your ghoul-ness, you’re just-’ taking a sip of your beer you continue, ‘you’re ethereal lookin’’. 

Damon was taken a back and all he could respond with was a laugh. You tilted your head in innocence. ‘Haven’t heard that one before’ he smirks. 

Lucy turns back around, taking the biggest sip she had taken all evening. The Ghoul notices this and raises his eyebrow. 

He decides to finally see where you had run off to. Whispering in the ear of a ghoul, you were leaning in close to him, the Ghoul then looks at Lucy. 

Her face was leaning on her hand, slowly swirling the drink to pass time. His stare returns back to you and that ghoul. 

He was in plain clothes, a white dirtied t-shirt and black cargo pants with big army boots. The Ghoul couldn’t quiet understand what his deal was. 

‘He looks like a ghost who is about to curse her’ Lucy mumbles under her breath loud enough for the Ghoul to hear. 

The Ghoul lets out a quick exhale and takes a big gulp of his now fourth drink. 

‘Was she like that in the vault too?’ he asks, ‘yes and then some’ Lucy huffs. 

Like the Ghoul, Lucy faces you again, watching as your hand make its way to that ghouls chest as you laugh at his joke. 

‘It’s like she’s never even lived in a vault before’ Lucy says, the Ghoul nods in agreement, which she notices. ‘So you’re worried too?’ she smirks, ‘no’ he responds back quickly, Lucy takes a bigger sip of her drink, a face of disgust soon following. 

Your chatter with Damon begun livening up the bar, however, Lucy adopted the Ghouls silence for once.

Soon they both turn back to the bar, sitting in a silent defeat. 

‘Interesting team you have there’ Damon glances over to them, their backs facing you both. ‘Very interesting’ you respond back. 

‘I better go check in, I’m sure they’re missing me’ you get up, ‘I can understand why’ he says. 

You wrap your arm around Lucy’s shoulder, ‘why the frown?’ your words partially slurring. ‘I am fine don’t worry’ she responds in her happy tone. 

‘You can come join us!’ you say trying to keep the mood light, ‘it’s been a long day, I am enjoying the peace with our partner here’ she tries to push the attention to the Ghoul. He looks over for a moment before returning his attention back to his glass. 

‘Are you guys upset with me?’ you pout playfully now really hugging Lucy, your chest pressing against her shoulder. 

She scoffs, ‘you know I couldn’t be, we just worry about you. One thing I have learnt is that we can’t trust everyone’ she says leaning into you now. 

‘I don’t think I need too much trust for foolin’ around’ you giggle. The Ghoul now struggling to not pretend like he wasn’t listening. 

‘You should at least know whether or not your lover is going to kill you’ her happy face trying to mask her bitterness. 

‘Oh Lucy, protective as always’ you tease, she points her tongue out at you. 

‘Well while I keep the eyes of this town busy, you two will meet me at the main warehouse, the very one with all that stuff Mr Cowboy said we needed’ you then move over to the Ghoul. 

You stood rather close behind him, he felt the heat of your body on the back of him. ‘Hold onto these will ya?’ you giggle as yo touch his arm and then trail your way down to his hand and secretly give The Ghoul some keys. 

He took them gladly, ‘sounds like a plan’ he says in a low voice. 

As you holler for the bartender again and you request some more rounds for your group. 

They hand you more drinks and you tell the Ghoul and Lucy that you’ll meet up at the warehouse at midnight. 

‘Sure that’s enough time?’ the Ghoul asks with a smirk on his face, ‘more than enough sugar’ you respond back mocking his accent. 

Lucy nodded, ‘okie dokie’ she says, the Ghoul watches you return back to that table. He sees the gun that must belong to the ghoul, ‘must be the towns sniper’ he says to Lucy. 

She doesn’t respond and her eyes looking checked out. 

The Ghoul lets the silence sit between them for a bit. ‘The alcohol gettin’ to ya?’ he says which  snaps her back to reality, ‘yeah I think so’ she admits. 

Lucy looks at the Ghoul, who’s eyes were now turned to her and peaking from under his cowboy hat. 

‘She has an unusual way of doing things’ he says in a low voice. ‘You’re telling me’ a bit of annoyance in her reply. 

He takes out a cig from his jacket and lights it. ‘I guess we wait then’ Lucy yawns. 

Not too long after, you and that ghoul leave the bar. The Ghoul looks at the time, 1145pm; he wondered how you were going to pull this off. 

The Ghoul puts a handful of caps on the bar table and gets up to leave. Lucy does the same and thanks the bar tender for the lovely drink. The bartender looked at her and then Lucy’s rather full glass and chuckled. 

As the Ghoul looked up at the snipers nest, it sat directly above the warehouse, making it impossible to enter without getting shot at. 

Leaning on an old pre-bomb car, the Ghoul takes out another cig and begins to smoke. 

Lucy looked at her pipboy, it was 12 on the dot. From a distance she sees you running towards them. You looked completely disheveled, ‘and not a moment late’ you say out of breath as you got closer to them. 

The Ghoul let out a huff and grinned. ‘How did you manage to get him away from his post?’ Lucy asks innocently, ‘we just drank a bit too much, he passed out pretty soon after’ you respond honestly. 

Lucy gave a short smile and laughed, ‘Alright! To the warehouse!’ she turns eagerly, you look at the Ghoul and shrug, which he returns. 

The Ghoul opens the door with the key you had given him, inside was filled with loot that you all desperately needed. 

Like you and the Ghoul were kids in a candy shop, you go for the large chem stack, filling your pockets. Lucy never was into it, but you didn’t mind it.

‘Usually I don’t like sharing, but look at this’ you show the Ghoul a box of orange mentats. You open it up and shake out a couple, handing it to him. Getting yourself some too you shov them straight into your mouth and went on with your business. 

Being sensible, Lucy only grabbed the things she really needed; ammo, food, water, and stimpacks. 

You then come from behind her, spooking her a bit, ‘sorry Lucy!’ you snicker at her. She smacks her lips at you and continues searching around the warehouse. 

The Ghoul comes nearby you both looking between different shelves, the chems the both of you had just taken now starting to hit his head. 

‘You can’t be too upset, I got us what we needed’ you pout to Lucy, ‘I feel like there is a better and safer way to get what we need without having to drug and steal from people’ she bites back. 

You scoff, ‘I didn’t drug him, he was just very drunk, I hold my alcohol better than you think’ you point your tongue out to her. 

‘So was sleeping with him so necessary?’ her voice very monotone. ‘Oh you’re doing this again?’ you laugh. Her still back turned to you,  ‘you’re actin’ like you miss our sleepovers we used to do in the vault’ you tease. 

Her shoulders tense. The Ghoul coughed sounding like he was choking on his own spit. 

‘Can we just find what we need and leave’ was all she responded back with. ‘A great idea’ the Ghoul mumbled loud enough for you both to hear him. You roll your eyes and push yourself past Lucy. 

The rest of the looting was completed in silence. The Ghoul took peeks at the both of you, wondering what has just happened. 

You all then met at the exit and left that warehouse and the town behind. You all knew it wouldn’t take the town too long to figure out the scheme you three had just pulled.

The sun had begun peaking through the horizon, you did not complain this time, the drugs you had taken gave you the boost of energy you needed to nonstop walk for hours. 

You had walked considerably further than both the Ghoul and Lucy who took a more relaxed pace behind you. 

Neither of them spoke a word up until the Ghoul said ‘sometimes I wonder how I managed to get myself in these damn situations’ he smacks his lips. 

‘Shit happens’ Lucy responds, ‘or whatever you say’ she continues. The Ghoul lets out a short chuckle. 

‘And shit do happen’ he says as he looks towards you, your steady pace carried you down that road.  

‘What are we going to do with her?’ Lucy sighs, the Ghoul shrugs. 

‘I guess we will find out’ he croaks out. 

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now anon ghoulie hear me out, you may not have wanted for a Lucy MacLean x FemReader x The Ghoul / Cooper Howard BUT here we are!!!! LOVE TRIANGLE CITY POPULATION THOSE THREE BABEHHHHH <3333 (very early into the triangle might I add) I loooooove this request frfr

Coop would be hella intrigued about this whole sleepover deal between them !!!! it WASNT SAID BUT EVERYTHING NEEDED TO BE SAID WAS SAID AND STARES AND GLARES WERE MADE BY OUR COWBOY KING hehehe HE KNEW WHAT WAS UP and LUCY UR JEALOUS WE KNOW

you get me right o_o

Also I need someone to make fan art of Damon because in my head he looks like Thranduil but make it ghoul but keep the cunty hair and a slutty lil waist

DO YOU GHOULIES GET WHAT IM SAYINNN ethereal AF and TALL