Hi there, I'm sure some of you know me. I have a little story called Ascension, that is on temporary hiatus while I edit the fuck out of it. For right now, you all have to settle with this. Because of my adoration with the Black Widow perk, my LW Joey is the embodiement of the dangers that come with the title.

She's pretty, she likes guns and she'll eat the heart of any man - or woman - that crosses lines of morality blurred in game so...anyway, we may also cross into the Mojave but we'll worry about that later.

Warning: this is NOT a Charon/LW love story. He's just her care taker as he is meant to be in game. I have my own pairing I don't see used enough that I want to explore but that is a bridge we will cross way later.


Honey blonde, big blue eyes - Jolene knew she was a pretty girl, even by Vault standards.

Butch raved of her curves, her father showered her in adoring compliments all the time and Jonas slipped in suggestions here and there. But Jolene was a modest girl, never caring for the pines of flesh and pleasure, her father raised her right after all. And Amata was a good influence, though there existed some rivalry, where Jolene could never really place such hostility among friends.

But the Wasteland changes you.

And when you go from 'No one is special' rules in the Vault to 'Hottest piece of ass gets what they want' or 'Hottest piece of ass is eaten first' standards of a Wasteland, something is bound to snap inside of a sheltered (both literally and figuratively of course) nineteen year old girls mind.

Which leads to the violent consumption of another humans heart, for all of his raider buddies to see.

Her grin stretches and pulls, revealing strips of raw flesh dangling between sparkling white teeth also smeared with blood. She takes another bite and its enough to scatter the raiders that had ambushed her while her dog was out scaving for them; twisted ankle or not, Jolene wouldn't let them go without a show.

Messiah of the Vault, stealing the hearts of many...and eating them like a cannibal.

"Fuckin' freak," a female in Blastmaster armor screeches, coming at Jolene with a lead pipe.

Jolene palms the heart and flicks out hernplasma pistol and fires twice before the gun clicks; out of ammo. The raider squeals and flies back, flopping on the grundgy tiles like a fish as two holes burn her skin and melt her armor against raw muscle. Jolene sighs and holsters her plasma pistol as the other raiders flee outnof the house. The female lets out a few more feeble cries before going still and Jolene wipes her mouth with her arm, smearing the blood up into greasy curls weighed with blood and dust.

"I hate this place," she mumbles, chest heaving.

But its not like she had many choices these days, she already tried to get back into the Vault. They didn't want her then, when she was still a scared little girl. They definitely wouldn't want her now, a year older, a year deadlier, and licking raider blood from her lips.

If only Three Dog could see her now.

She looks up when she hears familiar claws clicking against the tiles and smiles when Dogmeat trots into view, two drool covered Energy Cells in his mouth. He drops them beside her and she scratches behind his ear, slicking it back with blood.

"Good boy," she murmurs. "Should've gotten here faster, you missed lunch."

He barks, tail wagging at the mention of food, and Jolene feeds him the rest of the heart. But not before taking a bite herself.


Yeah, Joey is a total cannibal but deniesnit. Excuse spelling errors, the keyboard on the phone is stupid.