𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 : 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

like patch work, baby + luwoo

+ This is a oneshot originally wrote back in 2018, however I rewrote it and decided to repost it!

This takes place in the Fallout universe, specifically Fallout: New Vegas!
If you don't know the videogames you might get a little confused at sometimes, like the terms and places mentioned. If you need to please ask me what something means!

Basically: Fallout is a game set in a post nuclear war United States where the radiation has changed the land and it's creatures. Think like Mad Max meets Cyberpunk, meets 1930s nuclear crisis? It's kinda hard to explain ...

Just ask questions!
I hope you enjoy!~

(Also, Luwoo stans are starving, please SM I miss my babies interacting. Jungwoo literally called Lucas is bestfriend once, DONT DO THIS TO ME SM) +

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Patrolling the Mojave almost made you wish for a nuclear winter, some said.

Lucas agreed, the desert was too hot compared to the cool and humid streets of The Capital Wasteland, and on too many occasions he wished for snow or at least rain.

But those never came, and instead he forced himself to stumble through the streets of Westside with the heat burning his cheeks and body while the pain of a bullet wound numbed his left arm.

This fight wasn't his fault he'd defend, he'd been minding his own business this time while walking around just outside of New Vegas. The fiends however didn't care if he was just passing by, they wanted his money, stuff, and the inhaler of Jet he had in his pocket for emergencies.

The druggy had came out of nowhere with a repeater and veins full of med-x and psycho.

Lucas wasn't a stranger to gun fire, he was a merc after all, but he wouldn't deny that he got taken off guard which ultimately ended with him injured a mile away from the New Vegas front gate.

Maybe if his day had been bad it wouldn't have been so annoying, but instead he'd been having a very good day so it kind of ruined everything.

He'd woken up early, hurried out to complete two jobs fairly quick and easy, and even managed to sneak around a deathclaw. His final goal for the day? Westside, specifically Casa Madrid.

But no, his day couldn't go perfectly because he was Lucas Wong and life didn't like him very much.

Lucas was ready to see his angel, his best friend, the only reason he's still in the desert in the first place.

He grunted as his rutsack shifted and pressed into his shoulder, the strap pushing into his haphazardly wrapped wound starting to pulse in pain again.

The apartment build was in view, hell he could even see Marcos dumb grim covered face smirking in his direction. Like it was any of his business.

Marco was a man that Lucas could barely restrain from putting some buckshot into. Sure, the Mojave had bad people, but damn that man was vile.
Lucas had more respect for Caesar, and that man was something else.

But Marco knew why Lucas was walking towards his building, knew why Lucas spent so much time there, and most importantly he knew the reason that Lucas couldn't just up and leave Nevada.

As Lucas walks up to the builds door, Marco speaks up, and Lucas finds his hand twitching for his gun.

"Here to spend time with the other whores for once? I'm starting to think you have a favorite"