Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13595067. 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...) Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!