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missgraylock · 18 days ago

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Under the Orange Colored Sky

Summary: Worn down by years in the wasteland, you’re a lone vault dweller surviving on scraps, instinct, and the fading hope of finding safety in the cruel wasteland—a chance encounter hints that not all is lost.

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I miss Jeon Wonwoo a lot (I'm sure you can relate), so here's a six-parter set in the Fallout universe. I'm posting a chapter every day, so buckle in babies. It's starts out relatively chill, but it doesn't last 🔥

pairing: non!idol Wonwoo x fem reader

genre: fluff, angst and smut (the holy trinity) + Fallout (the video game) AU ☢️

word count: 2,3k for this chapter, ~12k total

chapter: 1/6

rating: 18+ minors dni

warnings for the whole fic: soft dom! Wonwoo, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, pet name (baby), slight breeding kink + violence, gore, hints at tor*ure.

divider by: @cafekitsune

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Chapter 1: Right Behind You Baby

Two bottles of purified water, three stimpaks and one can of dog food—that’s it. You would usually be thrilled about the amount of stimpaks, but you’re in dire need of food this time around, and this Super-Duper Mart turned out to be cleared out already.

It’s been 807 days since you exited the vault, and you have yet to meet a friendly face.

On the contrary, raiders have been making your life a living hell, fitting enough for the barren wasteland around you.

You have put up a decent fight though, benefiting from your martial arts lessons in the vault.

Your days consist mainly of traversing the landscape scavenging, but the dream is to find a place where you can actually grow things to eat. Maybe even get a power source going and dig a well. Ultimately finding a cat or a dog to accompany you.

You close the buckle on your bag, and make your way to the exit. It’s clearly lit up by the scorching hot sun outside, contrasting the stuffy and dark interior of the abandoned supermarket.

Pushing the door open, the hot and dry air hit your face like a blow dryer.

“I might become a ghoul just from the sun damage alone, good lord.” you tell yourself, instinctively shielding your eyes with your hand from the bright light.

You remember that you have a pair of goggles wrapped around your head, and you pull them down—your surroundings now dimmed through the dark glasses. A gust of sand stings your cheeks, so you pull up your bandana as well, making it cover the lower half of your face.

“We’ll be taking that bag, or else we’ll gut you like a pig.”

As you were occupied with preparing for the trek back to your base, you hadn’t noticed the two raiders sneaking up on you, now only a few meters away. You wince at the voice, and register that the pink-haired woman in the back has a crossbow, and the grimy man in front of you a machete—ready to pounce on you.

In a split second, you pull a grenade from your vest pocket and pull the pin with your thumb until it’s barely holding on.

“If you get any closer I’m letting it go, so you better use your peanut brain for once and walk the fuck away.” You try to give the raider in front of you the most menacing gaze you can muster, and you can see that he’s getting flustered.

“Shit Bonnie, what do we do?” He turns his head back at his partner, who’s equally confused about the situation.

She’s grimacing, but starts to lower the crossbow slightly.

“God damn it Frank! She looks ragged so she probably doesn’t have anything good anyway, let’s just head back.”

Frank starts to back off, as you demonstratively keep your hand with the grenade raised in front of them. Cursing under their breath, they disappear around the corner of the supermarket.

You huff, as you push the pin back in and pocket the grenade. It’s just a dummy, but it has saved you several times already. Raiders aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed after all.

You try to shake off the tingle of anxiety in your body, as you set course for your current hideout.

This area has mostly been fruitless, but you’ve heard of a larger settlement, Megaton, that should be around here somewhere. You’re hoping there’s prospects for trading or at least some odd jobs you can do for caps.

The sky is relatively clear today, and you can feel the sun beating down on you.

Days like these are the hardest to survive, the constant thirst and your skin drying up, but they make for the prettiest nights with even the Milky Way on display above you.

That’s what you’re living for now. The rare magical moments when you’re reminded that there’s still beauty in the world, despite the destruction and violence of the wasteland.

You spot a Red Rocket gas station in the distance—your hideout in its vicinity.

As you round the wreck of a yellow school bus, a sharp blade hits your throat—grazing your skin.

“I couldn’t let you humiliate me like that I’m afraid, any last words little girl?”

A rotten breath hits your nostrils. Frank is back.

You can hear a woman snicker above you, Bonnie squatting on the top of the bus observing you below.

“Why don’t you both just fuck o-”

A sharp sound cracks the air and you drop to your knees.

Frank collapses in front of you.

He’s got a dime sized hole exiting through his eye—a projectile must have entered in the back of his head.

“Frank! What did you do to him?” Bonnie shrieks in agony above you.

“I-ugh, I didn’t do anything?” You retort, as it sinks in that you’re out in the open, vulnerable to whatever struck Frank.

You start to crawl behind the bus again, as Bonnie jumps down to Frank’s corpse.

Another crack rings out, and it’s suddenly silent now. You can’t hear any of Bonnie’s vailing anymore.

Your mind races.

Who’s shooting? Super Mutants aren’t really known for their precision with rifles, and it’s been ages since you’ve seen anyone from the Brotherhood out here.

It could be a rivaling raider group, but why would they waste precious ammo on a couple of low lives like them?

You can hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears, as adrenaline pumps through your veins.

You’ve got your back against the bus now, with what’s likely to be two corpses piled up on the other side, with the gas station about 3-400 meters away.

You go through your options.

You could stay here shielded and wait, but for how long? Is 10 minutes enough? An hour? All night? It ultimately feels like a gamble, and the fresh blood and guts is bound to attract all sorts of abominations.

You didn’t survive twice today just to get eaten by a feral ghoul or a swarm of stingwings.

There’s really only one option—it’s still a gamble, but you reckon you’re dealing with someone who’s got more than half a brain in this situation, so it might just pay off.

You round the corner of the bus with your arms raised.

Your pulse quickens.

“Please please please”, you mutter under your breath, hoping you’re not taking your last breaths as you speak.

Nothing happens.

You quickly gaze down and see a patchwork of bright pink hair spread all over the ground. Bonnie’s head had exploded like a watermelon.

You gag from the sickening display, but you keep walking forwards. You must be dealing with skilled snipers.

You’re starting to believe that they’re letting you live now, as you’re walking uphill towards the gas station. They have to be located somewhere straight ahead of you, judging by where Frank’s head first was pierced.

You’re almost standing outside the Red Rocket now, your arms starting to ache from their upright position.

“Hey,” you hear a man’s deep voice from above, and gaze upwards “goggles and mask off please.”

You can’t see him, as the bright sunlight hits you directly in the eyes.

You slide your goggles back up on the top of your head now, and pull your bandana down to your neck, exposing your face.

There’s a beat of silence between you.

“Wait there.” He’s gone before you can reply.

It feels a bit odd to be commanded by a stranger, but you’re not taking any more chances today, and decide to stay put.

The glass door in front of you opens, and a tall figure materialises.

As your eyes adjust to the absence of the goggles, his face gets clearer. His hair is dark brown and tousled, his eyes hooded complimented by a wide and sharp jawline.

You notice that you’re holding your breath, clearly taken aback by a handsome face after having grimy raiders all up in your business for ages now.

He stands right in front of you, with a rather unanimated look on his face. You hadn’t expected a warm welcome, but still.

“I need to search you, okay?” His request surprises you, but it makes sense.

“Yes, of course.” You reply dryly, and he’s suddenly got his hands on you.

He grabs your shoulders first, patting along your arms out to your wrists.

You focus on his face, and he seems to be concentrating on the task at hand.

“I need to touch your sides as well.”

He looks at you and tips his head slightly. You give him a nod of permission.

He places his hands on the sides of your torso now, his thumbs brushing along the outline of your chest. You realise it’s been a really long time since a man touched you like this, even though there’s several layers of fabric between his palms and your skin, but you still feel a blush bloom in your cheeks.

He pats you downwards meticulously, landing on your hips. You feel his hands linger there for just a second longer than he needs to, but he quickly clears his throat continuing down your legs.

He pats up the insides of them as well, ending on your inner thighs in a relatively respectful distance from your crotch.

“Good. One last thing though.”

He’s back up now, leaning his face towards yours. You take a sudden intake of breath as you can feel the warmth radiate off of him on your skin. You feel his fingers on the back of your neck, snaking up into your messy bun.

His touch makes your skin tingle. He tangles them in your thick hair, searching around for any hidden items.

“You never know, you could hide a little switchblade up in there.”

“Or snacks!” You giggle, and he turns to you.

He raises one eyebrow quizzically.

You look at him with a timid smile, wondering if he’s the type of guy that can appreciate a dry joke.

“I’m Wonwoo by the way, and you?” he says in a deep voice.

“I’m [Y/n], but my friends used to call me Boo.”

“You have friends? Lucky.”

You giggle at his response.

“If they’re still alive, but I doubt it.” There’s a silence between you again, the gravity of your reality creeping back in.

You both stand in silence now, taking each other in.

“So Boo, why should I keep you around?”

You furrow your brows.

“Keep me around? Why do you think I want to be kept around?”

Wonwoo smirks, and crosses his arms.

“Well I just saved your life, so it seems like it's in your interest to be honest.”

You take a moment to reflect on his words.

He’s not completely wrong—he’s pretty much onto something.

Every day has been a struggle in the wasteland, and you can’t deny that luck has been on your side several times now, what if it runs out?

“Fair enough,” he chuckles “well, I’m trained in hand-to-hand combat,” he raises his eyebrows “and I’ve got some medical training as well.”

He actually looks impressed.

“Really. Where did you learn these things?”

You decide to be honest.

“In the vault.” His eyebrows lift even higher now.

“A vault dweller, of course. I should’ve known judging by your complexion alone.”

You can feel his eyes study your face.

“Thank you, I guess?”

He snickers, and you suddenly feel a pang of shame. You didn’t want him to think that you’re shallow.

“Alright Boo, you better stay the night and we can plan further tomorrow morning—you probably have a stash around here somewhere?”

He opens the door now, and you’re on his heels.

“I do. There’s not much, but I have water, cans and chems.”

A large plank leading up through a hole in the ceiling appears, and you climb up behind Wonwoo.

You exit on the top of the gas station, where he’s drawn a tarp across some of it, probably to shield himself from the sun. A bunch of tires and planks line the edges of the roof.

A massive sniper rifle is situated in an opening, with several rounds of ammo spread around it.

He’s even got a gas stove setup, as well as a sleeping bag under the tarp. His hideout is exposed, but only for flying creatures. It’s quite genius actually.

“Nice setup you have here—it needs a woman’s touch though.” You grin at him, and he can’t hide his amusement.

“Anyway, are you hungry?” He’s reaching down to open an old cooler, pulling out a box of instamash.

“I’m starving,” you unbuckle your bag and pull out the can of dog food, “here’s some protein as well.”

He grabs the can, nodding in approval.

It stays silent between you for a while, while Wonwoo lights the gas cooker and starts preparing the meal.

You can feel the exhaustion from the day hit you, as you slide down on the roof next to the stove. You exhale, and watch as he stirs the small pot. You half expected it to be awkward between the two of you, but it’s not. The silence feels natural—it’s even comforting.

You can’t remember the last time you relaxed next to another person. Maybe back in the vault? Your mind drifts, all the faces of your classmates appearing in front of you. Running in the hallways. Blissfully unaware of the devastation outside.

He’s filling up a bowl now, handing it over to you.

“Thank you, it actually smells pretty decent.”

You both dig in, and the silence continues as you’re scarfing down the food.

When you’ve finished your bowl, you grab one of the purified waters you picked up earlier, and hand it to Wonwoo.

His eyes widen a bit at the gesture, these bottles are hard to come by.

“You did save my life after all.”

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