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libertybri · 11 days

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Request for best friend!Fo3 npcs finding out/watching as a normally calm, cold, logical Lone, after seeing their dad for the first time since he left them, punches him in the face and berates him for leaving them with no information, no way to know if he's okay, no idea what he's doing or if he's ever coming back. Them saying "You were my only family, now I'm not even sure if you loved me at all" and generally being angry and hurt by him. Could you also include how their dad would react?

Lone’s hard fist connects with the jaw of their own father. James looks up to his kid bewildered, “Lone,–“

“I get to talk, not you.” Lone sharply cuts him off, “You have made my life hell for the past few weeks and you don’t seem to have any remorse for it. I have been shot at, beaten, stabbed, targeted, and made a war weapon for a faction that shows little-to-no care for me at all, and all to find you here for some mission bigger than yourself. You left me behind to suffer through all of that while still needing my help in the end. You were my only family, and now I’m not sure if you even loved me at all.”

James remains quiet as Lone removes their intense focus away from him and diverts their gaze to the ground.

Amata:

“I used to look up to you, James. You’ve made a real mess in your path and you have a lot of work to do to make up for it.” She tells him after Lone finishes their rant. Amata shakes her head shamefully at James, who takes in her words like knives.

“I didn’t mean to hurt either of you, believe me.” He pleads.

Amata heard enough of the older man merely pushing out excuses for his flight personality causing a whirlwind of trouble for Lone. Her friend who is usually cold as ice showing that much emotion sent her into protective mode. She turns to Lone and softly says, “You don’t have to follow in his footsteps, you know?”

“It’s for the betterment of–“

“Yeah, I know, but you’ve been a hero to everyone since the first day you walked out of the vault. He’s been trying for over 20 years. I think you’re warranted a little time for yourself.” She tells her friend with a gentle smile. Lone nods and follows their friend to the exit, not saying another word to their dad.

Butch:

“I think we outta hit the road, Nosebleed.” Though Butch rarely uses that nickname with his best friend anymore, he figured it would divert their attention away from their dad and onto him. He didn’t like the way James threw this onto them and expected Lone to carry out his chosen mission without a choice for them. It also deeply upset him to see his usual calm and collected friend become so emotional over the matter. Most of all it angered him that James wasn’t speaking up. With a huff, he tells his friend, “We got better things to do that don’t involve us riskin’ our lives for a bunch of people who could care less about us.”

Lone thinks for a long moment and nods, “You’re right. Let’s go.” Butch excitedly guides them to the exit, as he was pleased he didn’t have to convince them any further. As they leave, Butch looks back at James with a deep glare.

Charon:

Charon remains silent, allowing Lone to make their own choice in the matter. Though they were experiencing a lot of emotions right now, he knew that Lone would still think clearly with logic and make the right decision. “I need time.” Lone finally decides, telling their father and looking to Charon for guidance.

He nods, “Let’s go then.” Without another word, Charon leads them to the exit.

Clover:

“C’mon, sweetie. We don’t have to stay here for this.” Clover pleads with Lone and diverts her gaze at James with a look of disgust. “And you need to man up! Get your job done without dragging your teen kid into it.”

“Clover–“

“She’s right. You shouldn’t be here. This job is dangerous and it’s been my destiny since before you were born, not yours. I should have told you, at the very least so you knew what you were getting yourself into.” James agrees with Clover and tells Lone honestly.

“Then you better hope you’re able to get it done yourself, because I’m already dragged into it.” Lone tells him sharply and nods to Clover as signal for them to leave. Clover rests a comforting hand on their back as they leave.

Gob:

Gob allows Lone to process their emotions and make their own decision on the matter. He would support them with whatever decision they made as their judgement was rarely ever wrong. One day he imagined they could both fill the void of family to each other, but he understands Lone’s frustration, as that was their only source of paternal love for years and it all diminished within weeks.

“We can take a break from saving everybody else. Let’s go hangout at the Underworld.” Lone says nonchalantly, spinning on their heel and walking towards the exit.

Gob follows wordlessly, having no say in the matter. He doesn’t give a single glance back at James. If he wasn’t important to Lone at the moment, he didn’t matter to Gob.

Jericho:

“I told you all this bullshit was a waste of time. We could be out knockin’ skulls and making caps right now. Helluva bounty waiting for us back in Megaton.” Jericho could care less about helping them save the Wasteland. He saw it for what it was: Trash.

“I had to see for myself.” Lone sneers at him, “Whatever though, I’ll give you this one. For once you were right.”

“Lone, please my child don’t tell me you have fallen into the life of raiding?” James pleads, all but questioning where he went wrong in abandoning Lone and causing them to go this route.

“Don’t act like you care now. I’ll decide when I’m ready to help you. So far all you’ve done is waste my time.” Lone finalized the conversation and lead the way for themself and Jericho on their next adventure.

Sarah Lyons:

“Lone, if I may,” Sarah speaks up, “With great interest of the Brotherhood, this is the right decision to make. You must support your father despite the personal business.” It hurts her to go against her friend’s better judgment, but she had a duty to adhere to and Lone also made that commitment alongside her.

Lone nods wordlessly.

“I do still love you with all my heart, dear Lone. That will never change. This mission is beyond us, but working together I know we can change everyone’s world for the better.” James tells them, “Afterwards, I will do everything in my power to make up for the hurt I’ve caused you.” He’s sincere in his words, tearing up as he speaks to his child.

“You’re very lucky to be their parent.” Sarah reminds him, doing her best to support her friend while keeping them in line of the mission. She nods to them and they give her a half-smile in return.

#fallout #fallout fandom #fallout fanfic #fallout 3 #fallout 3 amata #fallout 3 butch deloria #fallout 3 charon #fallout 3 clover #fallout 3 gob #fallout 3 jericho #fallout 3 sarah lyons

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libertybri · 14 days

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I love to see fallout trending and people discovering the games for the first time ever because they’re coming from the show

#fallout #fallout fandom #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #fallout 3 #fallout prime

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libertybri · 16 days

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I’m so sorry if one day you get a notification for an ask you sent me 2 years ago finally being completed this year.

Love you all, and happy Fallout on Prime release day ❤️

#enjoying writing again #fallout fandom #fallout fanfic

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libertybri · 16 days

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What would Gob and Moira be like as traveling companions?

GOB

He would initially be really nervous to go outside of Megaton

Extremely curious about ghoul communities, which encourages him to explore with Lone

He’s a very wary companion and scopes out for danger any chance he gets

Struggles to sleep the first few nights outside

With a little more time getting used to it, he handles a gun pretty well in a fight and becomes more witted in fighting banter with enemies (which amuses Lone)

Enjoys the taste of freedom regardless of the price of giving up safety behind walls

Not great with hand-to-hand combat and pretty clumsy in difficult terrain

He especially loves visiting the Underworld [and Tenpenny Tower- assuming the other ghouls live there]

One day hopes to find a new place for himself in the Wasteland and talks highly about each new location they visit

Traveling conversations with him would involve deep personal talks about his next steps in life as he looks to Lone for advice, as well as friendly banter as he grows more comfortable with Lone as a friend/companion

Moira

She’s very curious about developing new survival tactics in the dangerous Wasteland and practically jumps at the opportunity to go explore with Lone

Has several maps with pre-marked locations of “hidden treasures” she wishes to find, all of course are just rumors she’s heard from travelers but she’s hopeful

Her bag is always stocked with goods for both her and Lone

Her handgun skills are merely average, but she’s surprisingly great with long-range scoped weapons

Bartering with traders comes naturally to her and she can easily obtain deals for Lone’s personal trading

Always carrying a sweet treat

She learns she has a love for explosions; Develops great handling on grenades

Lone’s input would be required for a new Wasteland Survival Guide that Moira determines she must write during her travels, as they experience a lot of new dangers together every day

Traveling conversations with her would include a lot of babbling about absolutely nothing, but also some very interesting theoretical inquiries whenever they come across a little-phenomenon

#fallout #fallout fandom #fallout fanfic #fallout 3 #fallout 3 gob #fallout 3 moira #fo3 #fanfic #headcanon #fallout headcanons #fallout gob #fallout moira #gob headcanons #moira headcanons

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libertybri · 20 days

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I thought you were dead.

Nice to see I was wrong.

I come back from the dead every now and then with a little inspiration to write. I’m just happy I was able to publish two things this time versus none!!!

#way too many drafts #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas

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libertybri · 22 days

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Fo4 companions + Maxson react to accidentally falling into worm hole and getting sent to the past for a week and end up meeting their younger self. (Danse meeting himself as M7-97)

So this was one super interesting, lol! I had to get a bit creative for some because I didn’t want to leave anyone out + I added Strong and Dogmeat!!

Cait

The moment her former self was in currently, was what Cait then believed was the peak of her life. She felt the strongest she ever was due to her own raw strength and the unmentionable addictions keeping her going at a hundred-percent all of the time. Being loved was a foreign concept and there were no thoughts of ever inheriting a real friend or someone who cared enough to save her. Even if she were to speak to that version of herself, Cait knew she wouldn’t be able to get through to her then. There was really no point of exercising the thought to her that there was good in the world willing to take her in. That was left up to Sole, for she believed only they could ever be the one to get through to her no matter her state.

Synth!Codsworth

“Oh dear, was I always floating about this rusty in the beginning?” The new synthetic-bodied Codsworth stands ashamed of his former self. The robot floated before him with his rusty exterior and only motive to try and rid the world of its new radiated filth.

“Um, did you say I? I do believe you are confused, sir. Perhaps all of this radiation is altering your thought process. My Sir and Mum should be back any minute now and they would love to help you!” The robot version of himself gleamed at the opportunity to help someone in need, not realizing the person before him was actually himself in another time and body. He was also mistaken about the timing of which only part of his family would return to him. The synth decided it wasn’t in his best interest to tell the robot all of this information, as he always remained hopeful.

Curie

The synth looked upon her former robotic self with two strong feelings; one of relief and one of sorrow. She was of course relived to be able to roam free among the world and view it as a human, for which she loved humans very much. However, part of her was longing for the former connections she had while in this state. The scientists she was built up with and the experiments she held while as the robot were dear parts of her past that she held closely to her synthetic-heart. Though with all of the reminiscing, she is able to remind herself of why the change happened and how she can move forward with her new connections and experiments that she also appreciates.

Danse

Danse doesn’t quite understand why he sees the synth with a blank personality, meant to take his own. He doesn’t remember his life before it was stolen, but meeting him, who took his own life. The version of himself now was standing before that same version. “You know you aren’t me.” He is still astonished with the entire thing, hoping this thing doesn’t yet have his personality.

“I am supposed to be Paladin—“

“M7-97.” Danse cuts him off sternly. “That’s who we are… We become Danse with time.” Though still struggling to understand himself after learning of his true identity, he doesn’t allow this to be a setback and instead finds satisfaction in seeing himself as a synth in an earlier stage of creation. It gives him peace knowing that he has the freedom to write his own story now.

Deacon

Deacon absolutely loathed seeing his past self. The younger leaving destruction in his path. He had no desire to speak to him or allow him to know of his future’s presence. Instead he only watched from the shadows intently, forcing himself to endure what he thought he deserved. Watching himself completing ravaging tasks was torture to his new role. He swallowed back all of the hate and anguish for that version of himself until this wormhole was done tormenting him with it.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat is overjoyed seeing himself as a puppy and immediately wants to play! He can’t even remember what it was like being that small, but that doesn’t matter now. He is content with just playing chase with his younger self until they’re both too tired to run any longer.

Gage

Seeing himself before the corruption of being a raider was like a punch to the gut for Gage. He saw optimism and light in his younger eyes, bliss from what he believed was protection then. What was soon to come for him was an awful awakening and the Gage now knew that, so he felt more sad than anything. He assumed anger would have been his first emotion, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry with the past any longer.

“Things turn out alright for us… eventually, at least. You’ll meet so many shitty people ‘long the way, but one’s gonna come around and change all that.” Gage makes sure to tell his former self about his admiration for the Overboss, no matter their current relationship. He owed his newfound happiness to them.

“Thing’s get serious with this ‘one’?” His former preteen self giggled at the ‘old-man’, teasing at any hints of a relationship of some kind.

Gage chuckles and shakes his head, “They’re alright by us an’ that’s all that matters.”

Hancock

“Yeah, I figured the day’d come.” The smooth-skin John chuckled a his later state. His eyes scanned over the ghoulified version of himself dressed in historical attire, but wearing it with definite swagger. “Say, that brother of ours ever come around? This fight worth it?”

“McDonough’s a lost cause, but the fight’s always worth it. Lot’s a people come around for you because you never lose sight of what’s right.” Hancock smiles as he reminisces on the upbringing of his people. A lot was sacrificed along the way; his skin being part of that recklessness within the upbringing. In his mind everything happened in its place for a reason. He had to be the mortar for his people and for that, he absolutely held no regrets.

MacCready

There’s so many things MacCready thinks to tell his former self, but when it actually comes down to meeting him, he can’t bring himself to relieve the munchkin of knowing the future. Those unchangeable experiences couldn’t be passed through stories, so instead he interacted in the only way his 12-year old self knew.

“Hey butt-muncher, you got cave fungus all over your upper lip.” He chuckles, getting on his own nerves very easily.

“Can it, mungo! This is a mustache!” MacCready can’t help but to laugh at himself. Though he made plenty of bad decisions in his childhood, growing that ‘mustache’ was quite possibly his worst small mistake he ever made.

Maxson

Squire Maxson was quite the sight to the older; having only aged 8 years since then, however appearing to have fought many battles that physically aged him tremendously. The young boy was still in training by his predecessor Sarah, yet untouched by the cruel world. Two years to come for this boy before his entire world changed and he would become the war-machine that he now knows so comfortably. Elder Maxson was struggling to find the words to convey to him former self, knowing nothing would change. He cannot label feelings neither, for that was a difficult task. The younger fears the man before him but not because of appearance but instead his demeanor. There was a darkness that loomed over him and despite only being 12 years old, the younger knew things were not well for himself later in life. “I become Elder…” His voice trembles slightly only then realizing what that means for Sarah. “Oh.”

“I do what’s best for the Brotherhood. I know what’s best.” Maxson says to himself, though it comes out more as if he has to convince himself of that. There were a lot of battles in his life but none bigger than the self-battle he is always going through. He wish things could be different for the young boy, but with the greatest responsibility among his shoulders, nothing could ever change for him.

Nick

Nick’s former self is a prototype synth, factory fresh and one of the first of his kind. As a prototype, his personality still wasn’t fully there as the Institute were attempting to develop prewar people into their synths. Nick realizes he never knew himself as a separate personality then, he has no memories before Nick Valentine. The image before him didn’t feel like him, so he merely watched as the Institute performed more experiments on him. Experiencing this wormhole creates more doubt in his mind as he tries to understand himself as his own Nick of his time.

Piper

The urge to approach her younger self and warn her of upcoming events was very hard to fight for Piper. She knew no matter what there was no changing the past but part of her hoped if she could just spiel enough knowledge to her younger self in this worm-hole, she would be able to break through the wall and change the order of events. Solemnly, she decides to instead nurture the young Piper as she needs.

“How different are things in the future? Is the grass greener? Do we find love? What is Nat like?” Her younger self, full of ambition and curiosity bombards her with several questions.

Piper cringes at the truth and does her best to mask the truth; “Uh, well, things are actually a lot different, but it turns out alright. There’s people there for us and we take care of them too… We’ll be okay.”

Content with this answer, the younger Piper goes back to drawing a portrait of her little family with the newest addition of baby Nat. Piper was only happy the innocence still had a few years before it would be lost.

Preston

In a nightmare-like tone, Preston was sent to himself at his lowest point. Though it wasn’t too far into the past for himself to see noticeable changes in his appearance, he was able to instantly notice the change in demeanor. His past self held no hope for the future or himself, he was lost in all ways and ready to give up. “The good fight is worth all of this sacrifice.” He tells himself. Seeing the future and what it holds definitely brings a twinkle of light to his former self, however he was still at a loss in his current state. “Good people give their all so the Commonwealth can stand for the future generations. You give your all.”

“What other choice do I have? These people are counting are counting on me.” The past Preston chokes back on his words. They come out a lot more confident than he felt in himself at that moment. He knew in his heart it was the right answer, as his fight will always be for the good of the people. Finding the courage was becoming onerous, but he was finally willing to accept the help of those around him to guide him.

Strong

“So this is what I become…” Strong’s former self wasn’t as shocked at the sight of his future as he was now knowing what would eventually happen to the world. “They actually did it, damned us all.”

Strong studies this human timidly, still not fully convinced at one point this was him. He decided to instead lecture himself for being sad about his current state, “HUMAN SHOULD BE HAPPY. HUMAN STRONG AFTER BOMB.”

Human Strong crosses his arms, “Human was strong before. I, er, you worked out a lot before… this. At least you still take pride in your athleticism.” Though the human version of himself was glad that teeny bit of self-sense was still there, he was still deeply distraught at his outcome with life.

X6-88

Depending on the path Sole takes, X6 meeting himself in his early stages of creation could be broken down in two ways;

A) Sole “rescues” X6 from the confinement of the Institute and he lives at a settlement after the Institute is blown up.

—X6 is faced with a version of himself that is no courser to the institute, but merely just a test subject of a synth. This version has plenty of training to endure before he could ever be a courser. While X6 thought he would be disgusted, or even envy the given fresh start, he felt nothing but pity for his former self. “One day you will be freed of the Institute’s reign. Your savior is powerful and compassionate enough to forgive a synth like you for all of the trouble you have caused them.” He tells his younger self, stating fact of what he knows now. However, this version would hear none of it and he knew that.

B) Sole becomes director of the Institute.

—X6 feels nothing when meeting himself in the early stages of creation. He knows from that point to where he is now, things would never change for him. This was his destiny after all; A machine made to serve and kill.

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libertybri · 22 days

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“Tulip”

FO3 Charon x F!Lone short blurb

TLDR; Charon and Lone have a preexisting relationship. They get vacation time; She takes him to an irradiated flower field for views. He’s a cheesy romantic ghoul.

“C’mon, Boss, we been walking for hours. You look half dead yourself.” Charon blurts, his blunt honesty becoming more refreshing with each day they travel together. “Water?” He outstretches his hand to Lone.

She swats him away and shakes her head. “Only a couple more miles, I swear this time.” Her tone comes off in a begging-manner, a sign to Charon that he should just accept defeat and push onward with his lunatic of a companion.

They both take their final steps of the hike atop of a steep hill. At the very top they could see the most glorious view of a luscious flower field. It was riddled with radiation, which caused for the vibrant, almost-neon colors of the petals in the field as well as the severe overgrowth. Large vines trailed through the field like a support system to a very large oak tree in the middle. Lone wished she could see it up close, but even the most protected suit of power armor could become damaged and useless in a field like that.

“Don’t tell me you planned your vacation solely around this field?” He began to tease, peering out to the colorful landscape in amazement.

“So what if I did? The only ones to see this are you and I. Pretty killer vacation, if I do say so myself.” She taunted back to him.

He noticed the way her eyes lingered over every different flower in the field. She was staring upon what she perceived to be the most beautiful gift to grace the wasteland of an Earth they lived on. Meanwhile, his gaze upon her told the same story. Charon lets out a short, raspy chuckle and starts to walk towards the irradiated flowers with a hustle in his steps. Before she has a chance to question him, he is already returning with a flower that resembles a pink tulip if it were quadrupled in size.

The radiation couldn’t make a dent on him, of course. He was merely showing off for his girl that couldn’t obtain the flower herself. Luckily for him she was very entertained. The flower, once picked from its stem, had been freed of most radiation flowing through it. With one good shake off, he successfully made it safe enough for her enjoyment.

She takes the flower in her hands and smiles fondly at him. “You’re more romantic than you think, you know?”

He loves to make her feel loved, even if it means being cheesy every now and then. Secretly, he was beginning to love doing the things for her that no one could ever imagine a guy like him doing. She was his best change.

“Well, lucky you’re the only one to see it.”

#fallout #fallout fandom #fallout 3 #fallout 3 charon #fallout fanfic #fo3 #fo3 charon #charon x lone wanderer #blurb

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