This is a series of one shots from Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout 4. I do not own any of the characters, of course.
All One Shots are in alphabetical order for your convenience.
Anything with an ➵ and a title has been reread, and (hopeful...
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I laughed a little, "Move your finger just a tad."
"In the likes of this?"
I smiled, "Exactly. Now give it a try."
He strummed lightly on his new ukelele. I let him paint it with tribal paints and liquids, to have it better suit his needs. He wanted a guitar, but I couldn't sneak that in as easily, so I got him this instead. As soon as he saw his new instrument, he instantly fell in love, and practically melted into it. I even got him a music book, but he wasn't too good at reading English, so I didn't mind translating and helping him. We always had to practice outside of camp, seeing as Joshua would lose his shit, and the other tribals are snitches. And so here we were. Seated in a Pre-War camping trailer. It was our own little hideout. We had blankets over the door and windows, and had one lantern in each corner. It was our little safe spot, and even had food and a small mattress in case we got into a jam and had to flee home.
I smiled at him as he strummed, looking at the music notes a little here and there. I'd taught him how to play a ukelele, and he taught me how to do tribal paintings. He actually let me paint his back today. There were a few tattoo's in the way, but he allowed me to practice on a small area in the center he left as a blank canvas. I painted a little guitar and some music notes, which weren't exactly tribal, but once I showed him in a mirror, he loved them.
He finished playing, and I clapped wildly, letting out a joyous hoot in his name. He blushed, and pulled his cap down over his eyes. I smiled and fixed it for him, "You're getting so good I'm so proud!"
He smiled awkwardly, "I am much proud too! I can probably write you a little song!"
I watched him as he closed the booklet and set it, and his instrument, to the side under a torn blanket. He sat cross legged, his hands sitting on his knees patiently. I smiled a little under his gaze, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Would you like to get a tribal tattoo?"
This caught me off guard, and I had to actually think about my answer, "I mean... It depends... It would have to have meaning and stuff, but... I guess I'd be open to it."
He smiled, "Well, we do not have to rush the inking! We can wait until you are ready."
I ended up getting a tattoo a year or two later. It was the date me and the tribal man got legally married under Joshua's gaze.
