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shnargo · 2 months
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shoop-ing
pairings: john hancock x reader warnings: sexual innuendoes?? a little?? word count: 564 a/n: i have fallen desperately for this man, and i am very disappointed to find there aren't that many fics for him >:( so i'm adding to the pool. also sorry for disappearing, char.ai held me hostage for a long time and i'm actually finding inspo for writing again
"You're staring you know." The ghoul finally speaks after taking another hit of jet, tossing the now empty canister into a nearby bin that's similarly filled with various used chems and needles alike. All the trash bins in Goodneighbor were like that, a common vice shared by its residents. "You gonna share why or are you just gonna keep enjoying the view? Not that I mind, a'course." He ends with a rumbly chuckle.
"How does one exactly kiss you?" The words come out before your brain can catch up, and you watch as he manages to look surprised by you for once. You blame the old wine you picked up earlier, it was a gamble in drinking it to see how potent it really was. Your eyes end up drifting toward his nasal cavity as you try to sort the idea out in your head. "Wouldn't the noses just.. shoop?" You pair your improvised sound effect with a hand gesture that's a lot more sexual in retrospect.
Hancock barks out a full laugh at that, the sound resounding in his office room that you're sure that Fahrenheit can hear it loud and clear from the other room. You would manage to feel embarrassed at yourself were you any less piss drunk. "You got a thing for nose-on-nose action or what?" He asks, onyx eyes sparkling with humor as he sees the frown his words bring to your lips. "I'm serious, Hancock."
"How about you make yourself a scientist and test that theory of yours, then?" It's far less forward than any of the other comments he's thrown your way in the past, but whether it's the buzz warming your skin or how his hand creeps toward your side of the couch as he tries getting closer to you, he seems serious this time. Lifting yourself from your laying position, you figure it's good enough to try calling his bluff. And if he's actually serious about it?
Well, you wouldn't be complaining either way.
He doesn't shift much himself, but his gaze is intent on your every action. By the time your hands are on his chest, his find their place on your back. Respectful, but firm in making its presence known to you. As you raise your head in meeting his lips, you can catch the way his breath hitches, giving away his nervousness that he has about this situation no matter how well he tries to hide it.
It's mostly his nose bridge, or rather, the nasal ridge that juts out barely enough to keep your still flesh-covered one from dipping into the cavity nearby. Though you find yourself distracted by his chapped lips already working yours, that are no less chapped. Lip balm wasn't accessible in the apocalypse after all. But saliva is exchanged, smoothing the process in more ways than one as his other hand comes up to the back of your neck to edge you closer to him.
Once you mutually pull away, the next few deepened breaths are found in sync. Hancock's fingers play with the hair by the base of your neck, he was never a man to keep still for long. "How unfortunate." He finally rasps, lips quirking up as his gaze is held in yours. "I guess you didn't have your "shoop"-ing after all."
You grab the rim of his hat and shove it over his face.
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trufannekiawilson · 9 months
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A rewrite for the ending of Valentine’s quest when we find Eddie Winter.
Here is Eddie Winter all alone in a bunker after over 200 years. In the main plot he’s just evil. He has no remorse for killing Nick Valentine’s fiancée. He plans to leave his bunker bring misery and death. The Commonwealth doesn’t need more of that. So of course we don’t feel bad about killing him. But can I really buy after all this time being alone that he never changed? That’s a bit boring and certainly doesn’t make for an interesting decision. But what if he wasn’t straight up evil? What if after all this time he had done nothing wrong and had no interest in committing vile acts? Or so it seems.
When Nick and the Sole Survivor find Eddie he’s driven mad by the isolation. Nick will try his best to get his old foe’s attention but he’s not all there. To learn what happened to Eddie we’ll play his holotapes. On those tapes we learn how Eddie was trapped and isolated and how he fell into madness. At first he is confident, he doesn’t need anyone.  He’ll get out and start a new gang and he’ll be king. But eventually there will be the sudden realization that he is basically immortal and all alone. He’ll cry and beg to be let out. He was haunted by all the awful things he’s done. And then there will be a moment of clarity where he realized that this was his punishment and he deserved it.  And after all this it becomes a question of should Nick leave Eddie there to suffer as an immortal yet not feral mad ghoul or to kill him. 
Remember our Nick Valentine isn’t really the Nick of the past. I mean he is but he also isn’t. So does he have the right to take vengeance on someone who did a crime so long ago? Kill a man who is completely mad after 200 years? Was that not enough and is this still justice? Is Eddie’s final punishment, to die by Nick’s hand? Or maybe this is a mercy? Put this mad man to peace. Or leave him there to suffer. Does Eddie deserves an immortal life time of suffering after all the pain and suffering he caused?
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dez78 · 1 month
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Imagine:
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Hancock pushing you against the wall and calling you "baby girl."
Warnings: Use of a curse word and Hancock being charming as hell.
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Hancock pushed you against the wall, he leaned on it with one arm, while the other snuck around your waist. The neon lights buzzed above you, humming in the quiet alley.
His face was so close to yours you felt his breath on your skin.
"What's up, baby girl?" His voice was smooth and husky. You twitched your mouth and shifted your weight. Fucker got under your skin again, you felt your cheeks burning hot.
You averted your eyes, if you didn't look at him, you wouldn't fall for his charm.
Then he did the thing, that you had been waiting for. He moved his arm from your waist; he put his thumb and index finger under your chin. Slowly lifting your head up, your eyes locked immediately.
You felt like a hot mess, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as you frowned and snorted with a pout, making a subtle cloud of smoke in front of your mouth from the crisp air.
Hancock only smirked at you,
"Look at you all flustered..." He looked you up and down, his eyes darkened with lust. Your eyes met yet again.
"And for me, no less. How sexy." He purred in his raspy, low voice as he flashed you a devilish grin. You were at a loss for words. Literally your mind was blank. You just stared up at him, getting lost in his coal gaze.
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wackywasteland · 8 months
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FO4 Companions Kinks
Cait ⚗️ Begging Whether on the battlefield or in the bedroom, Cait enjoys being able to make her enemies beg. From childhood she was always the victim, always on the receiving end of the punishment. Of course it’s all play, as she is quick to remind Sole throughout the process.
Codsworth 🤖 Praise kink  Codsworth has always been made to serve, and has always took pride in tending to Sole’s every need and desire. It wasn’t until he and Sole grew closer that he began to realize the pleasure he found in it as well, in Sole’s smile and their pleased sigh. When their relationship became physical, Sole would continue to praise him for his diligence and care as they always had. Codsworth would absolutely melt at this recognition, and it would always keep him anxiously waiting for the next time he was alone with Sole. 
Curie Medical Kink Curie’s first solid memories were of Vault 81, and the time she spent all her time with Dr. Kenneth Collins who cared for her and was her first true connection. It was the first time she felt passion, and now whenever she was in a situation that reminded her of that part of her life, she felt alive and passionate again in more ways than one. 
Danse 🔧 Humiliation  When Danse first joined the Brotherhood he went through vigorous training. His drill sergeants would push him to his limits, calling him worthless and forcing him to new heights. Admittedly, he felt most alive in those situations when his heart was pounding and someone was watching him with narrowed eyes. When he and Sole became intimate he had a hard time feeling comfortable enough to disclose his sexual fantasy. With some gentle coaxing from Sole he finally revealed that he liked being degraded and how it reminded him of those intense moments in his life. 
Deacon 👨‍🦲 Cross dressing One day while waiting for Sole to return home, he rummaged through her dresser and found a stray pair of panties. Sole was due to walk in the door any minute, so he quickly threw them on as an impulsive prank. Five minutes turned to ten, and as the clock ticked by, Deacon found himself putting on more and more women’s lingerie, all while examining himself in the mirror. A startled noise broke him from his trance, and a confused, then amused looking Sole was standing in the doorway. Quickly what followed was a passionate kiss and a stumbling of legs to the bed. As Sole began removing his stockings, Deacon whispered huskily, “Wanna keep em’ on.”
Hancock ☠️ Knife play He’s not sure which of them brought this kink on, him or Sole, but the way their face flushed upon entering Goodneighbor, he has an idea it was the latter. Constantly living on a knife’s fleeting edge, it’s no wonder his intense demeanor would also spill into the bedroom. Some of the lucky ‘tourists’ would gossip on the streets of goodneighbor about his signature movie: making them balance his knife between their thighs. Like Hancock has always said, if it ain’t dangerous it ain’t fun. 
MacCready 💰 Cuckoldry  MacCready and his Lucy were always open in their relationship, and honest about the things they found exciting. Him and Sole’s relationship was no different. He felt a rush at the thought of another man making them feel intense gratification while he watched. One day after acting a bit strange and quiet, he was finally blunt about what he wanted, and Sole agreed to the prospect. 
Valentine 💌 Masochism In his line of work Valentine had been through many interrogations, situations where he had to play good cop or bad cop. The truth was that deep down he had always fantasized about having the screws being put on him. He wondered what it was like to be the one under pressure, what the rush would feel like. Being a lonely synth meant he didn’t feel alive often, until he met Sole. 
Piper 📝 Role Play  Throughout her day, Piper interviews dozens of characters from all walks of life. Settler, Security Guard, Scientist, even a Child of Atom. It wasn’t too hard for her to start fantasizing about being in their shoes. Since writing was one of her passions, creating stories and situations just made it that much more exciting for her. 
Preston ⛅️ Anal Penetration  Preston loves being dominated. He is a submissive through and through, and it excites him when Sole takes control. One day Sole came back from scavenging with a certain rubber object he hadn’t seen before. Once Sole explained its use, Preston was stunned but more than a little excited at the idea. After the first time they started stimulating him in this way more and more, Preston’s favorite was being bent over his desk.
Strong 🐸 Blood Play Bloodlust has always been a large part of how Strong operates, and what motivates him the most. The thrill of battle and how powerful it makes him feel is the ultimate drug for this Supermutant. Nothing gets his blood pumping more, other than the attractive and strong Sole fighting beside him. When they’re both splattered with crimson blood and standing among those they’ve conquered is when Strong wants to ravage Sole the most. 
X6 🔪 BDSM He loves control, and once he gets a taste of it, he doesn’t let anyone else have the reins. Cold and Calculating from his creation, it’s only what comes natural to him. As a courser he already has many tools in his arsenal, and he’s more than eager to show Sole and explain how they work, excruciatingly slowly.
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rosemaryreaper · 1 month
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Where was Nick when Hancock evacuated the Diamond City ghouls to Goodneighbor?
Back in September, I started working on a fic that covered exactly that…then I tossed it aside because I thought it was bad. But now I actually want to finish it. It’s a short Nick POV fic that follows the three days before McDonough passes the Anti-Ghoul decree. Also featured are Ellie, Security Captain Lennie Sullivan, and a still human Hancock. Here’s a snippet from Chapter 2, which is the night before everything goes to hell.
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In the end, there was nothing to be done but wait. Ellie returned with more than enough documents to fit the bill, and after another round through the line, the guard let him through with minimal hostility. When he tried to subtly linger to keep an eye on things, Security threatened to shoot him for loitering, so there was no choice but to return to the office. Lennie never returned. Neither did many of the ghouls.
Convincing his old circuit board of a brain to focus on work after that morning was difficult, but it didn’t change the fact that he still had a half dozen interconnected missing persons cases on his desk. Sitting around doing nothing wasn’t going to help anyone, ghoul or missing girl, so the least they could do was be productive with the spare time. He got Ellie to bring out what she had dubbed “the conspiracy board”—a big map of the Commonwealth they had pinned to a corkboard—and the two of them spent the afternoon moving around colored pins and strings, trying to work out which route the traffickers were using to smuggle these girls around the state.
“Think Bunker Hill could be a stopover?” Ellie asked, tapping her fingernail on a red circle to the northeast.
“They’d have to go through Goodneighbor first,” Nick said.
“I don’t doubt it. Sounds like the sort of business Vic’s gang would get mixed up in. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s responsible for this whole horrible trade.”
“Still could be a third party. Or a bit of both. We won’t know till we learn more.” He paused. “But I wouldn’t be surprised either.” He added another pin to the board. “If they’re using Bunker Hill, then they aren’t the only party stashing that particular kind of cargo there overnight. I have a contact I can talk to, see if his guys have noticed any odd goings on.”
“Sounds promising,” Ellie said.
“Let’s hope so. This is one trail I absolutely do not want to leave to get cold.”
Arturo was the neighborhood tourist. Nick would have to catch him alone sometime soon; ask him to get a message through to Deacon and his crew. If anyone was an expert on smuggling people through the Commonwealth undetected, it was the Railroad.
The door screeched open, and a choked sob tumbled through its frame. Violet shuffled in, fully weeping within Riley’s embrace. To her, Riley said, “Here, sweetheart, let’s just sit down for a spell, okay?” To the rest of the room, she said, “I’m going to fucking kill someone.”
“Oh, Violet.” Ellie rushed to grab a blanket from the bedroom. “Here, have a seat, honey.” While Riley lowered Violet into the cushioned chair, Ellie wrapped the blanket around the poor ghoul.
Jax stumbled out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed and in their undershirt, which had rolled up to expose their bandages. “Vi? What happened?”
Riley’s brows shot up. “What the hell happened to you?”
“New exercise regime,” Jax said.
“Jesus Christ,” Riley said. “Somebody jumped you.”
“What?” Violet gasped through tears.
“It’s nothing, Vi,” Jax said. “What’s wrong?”
Violet let out another sob. “I’ve never been s-so humiliated.”
“Oh no,” Ellie said. “They didn’t accept any of your papers?”
“None! The boys and I tried everything. Yefim even tried to draw up something last minute, but they wouldn’t take any of it! Now I’m going to lose everything—my home, my job. I won’t survive outside the Wall, not for a night.” She bowed her head and cried.
Ellie yanked open the drawers of her desk, pulling out a whole stack of handkerchiefs and a mug, the latter of which she filled from the coffee thermos. She murmured to Violet, out of even Nick’s broad earshot, until she could convince her to hold the mug in her hands. Nick sent a silent thanks to fate that he had hired her. He had been about to say something a hell of a lot more blunt.
“Nonhumans,” Riley snarled. “Nonhumans! We’re not another species. We’re not animals. I have half a mind to march up to the Stands right now—kick down doors until I find every councilman responsible. They want to see feral? I’ll show them feral.”
Nick said, “You’ll get yourself shot.”
“I’ll get myself shot outside too. This way will be quicker.”
Jax said, “None of our lot are getting shot outside if I can help it. Not if they stick with me.”
“Oh, look, it’s the ghoul savior,” Riley deadpanned. “Right now, if I had to bet on who would win in a fight, you or a mole rat, I’d back the mole rat.”
“It’s not all hopeless, is it?” Ellie asked, rubbing Violet’s back. “Some ghouls still managed to vote. Riley, you did.”
Riley scowled. “I did, barely, because I’m fortunate. They gave us no warning, no time to get our papers in order—and a lot of ghouls didn’t. Screw all the drifters, I guess.”
Nick could sense Jax giving him a look out of the corner of his eye. One of the “I told you so” variety. Ellie was giving him a different kind of look. One that placed far too must trust in his nonexistent ability to overcome the odds. You can do something, Nicky. Right?
Nick could do something. He could turn his investigation towards the city, root out who was pulling the strings—who had organized the guards, who had influenced the Council, who had to benefit from all the chaos. It would take time, but he was nothing if not persistent. His joints hadn’t rusted to a halt yet.
But the ghouls didn’t have time. They had tonight. The proverbial nuke had already been launched. Catching the crook here wouldn’t save anyone until after there was no one left to be saved. So, Nick would do something all right: he would shield them from the blast best he could and help those who survived out of the debris. No more. No better.
“Jax is working on an escape route,” Nick said. “I’ve been scrounging up supplies. You need something—help organizing a caravan, a spare gun, anything—you say the word.”
The room calmed, but not in a comfortable way. The room calmed in the same way a snake calms when it is too cold to move. Violet had quieted. Jax looked determined; Riley grim. Ellie turned her face away.
Jax crossed over to Violet, offering her a hand up. “Come on, Vi. Why don’t we get you back to the Dugout? You look like you could use something stronger than coffee.”
Violet accepted, sniffling, and they slipped an arm around her shoulders. With a quiet murmur of thanks to Nick, she and Jax made their exit. Riley didn’t follow. She gazed down at the empty chair, then up at Nick with that grim expression. She stalked forward, and he froze, startled, as she threw her arms around him.
Most folks weren’t lining up to give the metal man hugs. It wasn’t the kind of relationship he had with Ellie, who was technically his employee, and it wasn’t something he would ever initiate with a client, no matter how distraught. He was hyper aware of his own strength as he lifted his arms, and they hung suspended for too long as he tried to recall the last time he had calibrated them. He briefly considered blacking out to run a quick diagnostic.
But the moment had already gone on too long, and something of the old Nick kicked in. He rested his hands on her back.
“Hey now, Doc, this isn’t like you,” he said with something like humor.
Riley chuckled, with something a little less like humor. “Just saying thank you, gumshoe—for everything. In case I don’t get the chance to.” She pulled away. “I could use a drink too. Might as well celebrate my last night, while it lasts. Feel free to join.” Then she made her exit.
Ellie was on the verge of a question again, but she still didn’t want to ask it, because she still wasn’t looking at him. He looked at the board with all its strings and pins. He looked at the empty chair, the abandoned blanket, the untouched coffee. He released a long breath, forever weaker than it should be. Then he donned his coat and his hat, and he offered his secretary his arm.
It got her attention. With a faint smile, she linked her elbow with his, resting her other hand on his forearm. And they made their exit too.
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sirmanmister · 6 months
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Day 12 of Falloutober!
You may ask “hey how does this correlate to rust in the slightest??” And LEMME TELL YOU
This is scene in @shitty-fallout-art’s fic “Rusted Shut” on Ao3, which is part of their HorrorOut au!! Literally the best fic series I’ve ever read and I’m not even kidding. I started reading it before I even had an Ao3 account and I would manually check every two weeks if there was an upload, and whenever there was I would drop whatever I was doing to read it.
It’s a psychological horror following Shaun as he makes his way through the wasteland to try to save humanity, while humanity basically asks "are you sure about that?" The Institute wipes out all food sources in the commonwealth (possibly further) to “reset the wasteland,” and so the inhabitants turn to good old fashioned cannibalism to survive >:)
The way Shaun’s reactions and emotions and his existential horror and his undying hope in humanity despite not even being human and the way it's written is just!!! I’ve used the word phenomenal several times describing it. I showed it to my little sister who isn’t even into fo4 and she read all 160k words in a weekend cuz it's just SO GOOD. Literally inspired some of my own writing style cuz the way it's just so immersive and DELECTABLE. I could absolutely go on about it but if you wanna see all my thoughts about the whole thing all you have to do is check out the comments on the fics because oh boy I have many thoughts abt it.
Here’s a link to the first fic in the series 🙏 ty to them for making such good food and ty to @falloutober for the prompts!!
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Nick Valentines x GN reader
Pure fluff for y'all, with a touch of angst at the end. I know theres like zero demand for fallout 4 fanfic but I made a poll idk how nany months ago asking if I should make some Nick Valentine fanfic and I got a couole of yes and exactly one follower from that poll. So this goes out to the small anount of people who said yes and that one follower I got from it, theres nore Nick fanfic to come I've just haven't gotten around to it yet but I promise I'll post some every so often.
Like always minors don't interact!
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He loves playing with your hair when he thinks your asleep. Sense he doesn't sleep he'll join you in bed when he needs a break from going over files and lay down with you so he can olay with your hair.
It started with him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the wall as he thought about his most current case but when you started to stir in your sleep, having a bad dream, he laid down next to you and held you in his arms whispering sweet things to you until you calmed dow.
He found himself enjoying having you in his arms. Thus started a routine of him slipping into bed with you every so often to take a break.
Normally he would take a smoke break when you slept but he found himself craving a cuddle more than a smoke lately.
Soon every so often turned into every night of him crawlling into bed with you and getting up before you woke.
One night he had been loat in thought about something and hadn't noticed you waking up until he heared your tired voice ask him what he was doing.
"What? Oh sorry didn't mean to wake ya." He said pulling his hand away.
He was surprised when you asked him to keep playing with your hair. More than happy to oblige he started playing with it again.
It soothed you back to sleep in his arms snuggling into his chest as you slept soundly.
The next night when you got into bed you patted the spot next to you with an expectant look.
"You want me to join you or somethin?" Nick would ask looking to the bed then to you. Nodding you head you gavw him a big smile.
Who could say bo to that?
Nick was now "going to bed" with you every time you were. Really it was him laying in bed playing with your hair as he talked avout whatever case he had currently going on until you fell asleep.
He wouldn't admit it, at least not out loud but he adored this nightly routine the two of you had going on though he never hid the smile on his face every time he saw you getting ready for bed or how fast he was to crawl into bed with you to cuddle.
Nick always played it off cool as if it wasn't the favorite part of his day or anything.
If you asked he would probably say aomething like. "Just doing my job to keep those pesky nightmares away." Or "only making sure you don't stop breaming in your sleep. You humans are rather fragile after all."
Acts as if he isn't often the first one in bed waiting for you.
Before he atarted cuddlibg you every night he would work straight through the night till morning. He wouldn't even realized you had gone to bed till you walked oast him yawning telling him good morning.
Now though? He reminds you every night at 9pm sharp that you need to go to bed.
He'll play it off as your human and need to get a healthy amount of sleep as he actively take his coat and tie off to get comfortable.
If you buy him a pair of pajamas to wear he'll laugh avout it and say he doesn't need them.
He's wearing them the very next day.
If you gad gotten them before he started cuddling you every bight he would just give you a weird look for the thoughtless gift and put it in his empty dresser to collect dust or to be used by guests staying the night. He didn't sleep why would he need pajamas?
Now though? Might own three different pairs
You bet they match with your pajamas.
If anyone else sees him in his pajamas he'll puff out his chest as he puts his hands on his hips. "What? You never seen a synth in lounge wear before? Beat it, it's time for bed."
Nick takes bed time very seriously.
He's big spoon. It feels weird for him to be little spoon
Wont fight you if you want to try big spooning for once but he wasn't really into it
Nick much more prefers having you in his arms. It helps ground him and reminds him that you truly are here now with him and bot some memory from the past seeping into his present.
That and how can he play with your hair all night if he's not facing you silly?
He will lean in every so often and place a soft kiss on your forward as he whispers a soft "I love ya." As to bot wake you.
If he ever lost you he would lay in the bed alone holding onto your pajamas as he tried to think back on all those nights he spent laying in bed with you. He would stop after a few weeks as it hurt too much but after a few years when he had time to heal he would start doing it again so he could feel like you were there again. Nick didn't know how much he missed this, how much he missed you.
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solesurvivorkat · 15 days
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Shadow of Steel ('Remastered' - 2.0!) - Chapter 1 - Kat123 - Fallout 4 [Archive of Our Own]
For anyone who might still be interested - with the 'Fallout' Amazon series coming out in April (can't wait! Hope they don't screw it up!), and having taken a chunk of time to settle into my new job and have a 'mental health break', I knew it was time to finally get the ball rolling on my 'redo' of my Fallout 4 fic, 'Shadow of Steel'.
I'm by no means a great writer - but there were little things that I wanted to tweak w/ my fic, and this is my chance to do so and finally take the story forward.
I've started posting the chapters from the beginning again. They're largely the same - save for a few grammatical fixes and a slightly different wording here or there. If you choose to skip any, the main story will basically be the same and you won't really miss anything. However - as I get into later chapters, I might change a few more details. Again - main story will be the same, but... well, I leave it up to you guys to do as you wish. Obviously I hope whatever 'fans' I have will continue to read it, but if not, I understand. I just want to get my story finally told (hopefully).
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chadfallout76podcast · 10 months
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Summary:
Two years have passed since the events of Fallout 4, but for Detective Nick Valentine the power vacuum they left after siding with the Brotherhood and taking out the Institute has meant a lot of work for Nick, Ellie and Charlie, the street wise kid he took in as a partner. As Triggermen and Raiders reclaim territory and even Goodneighbor needs its Mayor Hancock back, elsewhere a cabal of villains conspire revenge against Nora and the gang. As something old and hungry stirs beyond time and space, the legend of the Silver Shroud has unintended consequences that threatens reality itself. Who is the Mechanist? What is the secret of Vault 47? And why doesn't Paladin Danse have thermal vision??
Written and performed to benefit Wes Johnson's VoiceAPalooza fundraiser to benefit the Alzheimer's Association as part of the Fallout For Hope Charity Initiative with MANY of the original voice actors returning to voice their characters from Fallout 4. What follows is the script from the 3-hour live streamed event that is really, really worth a watch to see them perform as Nick, Nora, Valentine, Paladin Danse, Hancock, Codsworth, the Silver Shroud and even the Vault-Tec Rep!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fallout 4 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor, Ellie Perkins & Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse/Nora (Fallout), Sole Survivor & Nick Valentine
Characters: Nick Valentine, Ellie Perkins, John Hancock (Fallout), Robert Joseph MacCready, Mysterious Stranger (Fallout), Conrad Kellogg, Codsworth (Fallout), The Silver Shroud (Fallout), Moe Cronin, Carmen "The Boss" Lombardo (Death Shroud!), Jefferson Shaw (Death Shroud!), The Trickster (Fallout), Captain Cosmos (Fallout), Nora (Fallout), Female Sole Survivor (Fallout 4), The Mechanist (Death Shroud!), Vault-Tec Representative, Magnolia (Fallout), Synth Shaun (Fallout), Ella Frost (Death Shroud!), Obadiah Blackhall, Daisy (Fallout 4), Louisa Frost (Death Shroud!), The Black Rose (Death Shroud!), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Reggie "Fishlips" Malone (Death Shroud!), GLaDOS (Portal), "Mad Ma" Lombardo (Death Shroud!), Charlie (Death Shroud!), Duke Nukem (Duke Nukem), Joker (DCU), Kurosaki Masaki, Claptrap (Borderlands), Dr. Zorbo (Fallout), Louie The Rat (Death Shroud!)
Additional Tags: Death Shroud (AU), Brotherhood Of Steel Ending (Fallout 4), Alternate Universe - Radio, Fallout 4 Spoilers, Alternate Reality, Reality Bending, Time Travel Fix-It, Multiverse, CHAD: A Fallout 76 Story, old time radio - Freeform, Screenplay/Script Format
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embrulee · 5 months
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Writing a “short-fic” about MacCready getting kidnapped/held for ransom by the Gunners after he and Sole’s stunt with Winlock and Barnes, because how tf did we NOT get that in game?
I was so excited after The Long Road Ahead for what I thought was going to be a longstanding Gunner rivalry with the Player and Maccready, but NO! Curse you Tod!
So yeah, writing a self indulgent fic where my Sole gets SCARY as she tracks down and saves her mouthy little merc <3 also definitely blows up the Gunner hideout and everyone in it as they run off into the distance
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bokatan · 8 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Dogmeat & Sole Survivor (Fallout) Characters: Sole Survivor (Fallout), Male Sole Survivor (Fallout 4), Dogmeat (Fallout), Brotherhood of Steel Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, The Institute (Fallout), Canon-Typical Institute Shenanigans (Fallout 4), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dog Fighting, Animal Death, I literally cannot be more clear about this: a dog being killed is central to the plot here Summary:
Sole survivor Reed has a jarring encounter with a ghoulified dog that brings up feelings he doesn’t want to think about, and leaves him with questions he doesn’t want answers to.
A rewrite of the chance encounter with an injured dog and a glitch that can occur with the encounter, adapted for my sole survivor's alternate storyline.
8000 years later i’m finally throwing the sparky encounter fic at y’all!
i’m legally required to tag @fuzzydreamin because they forced me to write this(unintentionally gave me brain worms)
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chardbones · 6 months
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High in the moonlight
(John Hancock X Reader)
Warning: drug use and slight nsfw
A/N: Finally, it's done. I have a few more fic ideas for John so you can expect more from me in the near future. I have another idea for a longer fic like this one but I'll make sure to post some headcanons while the main fic is being written
Tonight everyone on Goodneighbor were celebrating. What you may ask, no clue. Y/N and John weren't all that interested on what was going one. They were more focused on the following hours to come.
The lights dimed, windows open, the full moon shinning bright. They could hear the chatter and laughter of everyone outside and the clanking of bottles.
Since Hancock met you, he's stopped taking so many chems as he used to but ever now and then you both have a "small" bender. And tonight was one of those moments.
You layed on the sofa, John laying on you and holding some Jet in one hand. When he's high Hancock tends to be really physically affectionate. Like really clingy and wanting to touch every part of you. While sober he is still every physically affectionate but while high it's a different story. But you never really had a problem with it, you loved it and made sure to give him plenty in return.
John inhaled the jet and tossed it over into a corner of the room. He moved around so he'd be laying on his stomach facing you. You look into he's beautiful void like eyes, it's one of the things that you were the most attracted to when it comes to his physical appearance. He looked even more beautiful with the moonlight mix with the candle light illuminating his features.
John looked at you in pure awe, he moved one hand to touch you cheek and lightly rubbed it with the back side of his hand. He'd often think to himself how lucky he got to be with such a sweet and loving person like you.
You reach behind you and grab a box of grape mentats, opening it and taking one out.
"Open" you softly said with a small reassuring smile.
Hancock did what he was told and slightly opened his mouth and moved his tongue out a bit. You place the pill and slightly smirk as you can see a bit of blush on the ghouls scared face. John swallows the pill and kisses you, grabbing his waist pulling him even more closer if that's even possible.
He hummed in pleasure as the pill started to work it's magic. You two pull apart and smile at eachother, you huff some jet and toss it in the same direction John tossed his.
"You are so beautiful sunshine. And this isn't the chems talking. You are perfect in everyway, even when we have difficulty periods in our relationship. I love you so much Y/N" John said in a low and quite voice but loud enough so you'd hear him.
"I love you so much too John, my handsome and charming ghoul" you give him a big smile while giggling a bit and kiss him.
You lick his lips with you tongue asking for entrance and he gives it too you. Slipping your tongue and overpowering Hancock's tongue wasn't hard at all. Quite little moans could have been heard escaping John's mouth as the sensation of your dominance and the chems combined made him experience sweet pleasure.
Hancock secretary really loves it when you're dominant, even when kissing. He has told you it before (after a lot of asking from you because he was too embarrassed and flustered to say) but didn't mention it that it was a turn on when you did it while kissing.
He cups your face with both hands and you softly grab his ass. Even though the both of you weren't completely hammered yet the chems it still made you both a bit sloppy when making out.
A few hours later and the both of you were in your shared bed, both shirtless and a few calmex, jet's and grape mentats being emptied, high out of your minds.
You both knew that the side affects after the bender were going to be a pain to get though but ever once in awhile it's worth it. Both of you are cuddling, slowly and sloppily kissing eachother. John's hands moving all around your body and yours rubbing/periodically squeezing his thigh.
Everything felts like it was going slowly, both of you senses being heighten making you feel absolute bliss.
"This is probably the best high/bender I've ever had. Especially because it's with you sunshine... hehehe I bet that sounds cheese" John spoke looking down a bit with a small smile.
"It's really sweet my love and the same applies to me. This bliss combined with your bliss is just... I actually don't have words for it. It's that good" Y/N tried to form a coherent sentence while putting one hand under the ghoul's chin so he'd be looking as you spoke.
The both of you moan loud as the chems kicked a bit more. You both go back to touching eachother so you both wouldn't go mad of the lack of physical affection. When you are on your benders you both absolutely need physical affection from the other. It makes the high a lot more enjoyable and your hunger for touch it satisfied.
The hours flew, by four in the morning you both were passed out in each others arms and sleeping as long as possible. Or until Fahrenheit got concerned woke the both of you up.
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everydayyoulovemeless · 9 months
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World On Fire ↠ MacCready x Reader
➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Sole takes MacCready to the roof of a building to watch the sunrise.
“Hey uh, why’er we all the way up here again?” Mac asked as the two of you neared the top of the faded city building.
You shrugged, glancing back at the sniper, “Just wanted to see the Commonwealth from higher up, I guess.”
The dark Boston sky swallowed most things into its deep ink-colored void, although nowadays you could spot a few more stars starting to peek out from behind the dreaded curtains from the years of declining light pollution. Most of the scavers here would disagree with the idea that the Commonwealth was just as beautiful as it was before the war, but there was something so sorrowfully charming about the collapsed city that still somehow managed to stand before you.
"Are you sure it's safe being this high? I think I feel the floors swaying."
"Stop moaning, we're not even that high up yet." You retorted playfully, slowing to walk beside your companion.
"I'm just saying, maybe there's a reason we haven't found anything hostile yet." He spoke, gripping his rifle in his hands in case anything decided to jump out at the two of you as you went.
You were desperate to keep him in step behind you, however, he was right, the stairs threatened to cave inward at every step either of you took and the walls almost didn't exist. There was hardly anything holding this building up, but you didn't want that to stop you. Glancing up through the holes in the floors above you, you could spot a glimpse of the moon. Its pale features shone down through the cracks of the crumbling tower, beckoning both of you upward, and who were you to deny it?
You took in a deep breath once the two of you finally made it to the top, the harsh wind slashing at your lungs as you did so. Staring out at the murky ocean water and the heavily damaged roads made you feel reborn. You were staring out into a world you've seen so many times before and yet none of it was familiar. Sometimes you forgot that this place used to be your home. Every aspect of the city seemed to have shifted in some way after the bombs dropped.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? The Commonwealth."
MacCready moved to stand next to you, taking a moment to gaze out at the sight before replying, "Gonna be honest with you, boss, I don't see it." He pulled out a broken cigarette, lighting it before continuing, "I just see a bunch of suffering people."
"I guess so." You muttered out, crouching down to sit on the ground, dangling your feet off the edge as you looked out. "But people suffer in every timeline."
"Careful on the edge there," MacCready warned, coming up to sit cross-legged next to you. "We didn't really come all the way up here to look at this place, did we? We could've done this on the ground."
You nudged him with your shoulder when you saw the glowing orange start to drain into the black sky, "But look!"
The sun rose slowly, illuminating more and more as it moved. That was another familiarity that bleed in from the pre-war world. A thing that anyone, anywhere, at any time could recognize. It glared down at the buildings, casting their long shadows across the ruined town, positioned in such a way where it felt like everything here belonged—that it wasn't all a huge mistake from the past.
"Watching that wouldn't be the same on the ground." MacCready rolled his eyes at your statement, a faint smile making its way onto his face.
The world might’ve been on fire, but as long as Mac was a part of it, you wouldn't have had it any other way. You felt his body stiffen as you placed your head on his shoulder. Exhaling lightly, you stared out at the chaotic scenes that played out below you. The regular occurrences of the Boston Commons were frightening but familiar, and you almost found yourself appreciating the consistencies of the area every day. It was getting harder and harder to find, and this world was slowly becoming more like a home.
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fablewritesnonsense · 10 months
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Second Chances
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?
When Paladin Danse wakes up two years in the past, with all the memories of his adventures with Nora and beyond, he realizes the gift he's given. A second chance to change the world for the better. To be a better partner. To do it right this time. And he's not going to let this chance slip through his fingers.
Inspired by and including spoilers from Death Should: A Nick Valentine Mystery.
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"Next person that asks me to shag is getting a well-placed kick, if you get my meaning."
Cait, from Fallout 4, and also one of the main characters of my fic At The Precipice Of Something New, which you can read on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad! Click for higher image quality.
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rosemaryreaper · 4 months
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“Are we the baddies?”
Another post-Blind Betrayal snip! Set earlier in the timeline than the last one I posted. At Listening Post Bravo, Haylen has a sleep-deprived identity crisis. Danse hasn’t completely worked out the finer points of this whole “emotional support” thing, but he’s trying.
Overall not too dark, but CW for death mention and a brief implied reference to a suicide attempt related to the canon events of Blind Betrayal. So with that, uh, enjoy?
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Obviously choosing his words carefully, Danse said, “You look tired.”
“Shift change,” Haylen said, deliberately not looking up from her task. “Half the station’s knights got sent to the front. It was supposed to be temporary. Just until we ‘won’.” She made air quotes over her shoulder. “Naturally most of them got shot. Or blown up. Not Cal. He got stabbed in the neck with a flag pole, for variety. I saw his body later. Points for creativity.”
Danse made an unintelligible noise in his throat. She knew she sounded unhinged. She didn’t care.
“Of course Rhys has been going on and on about how we’ll avenge them. We’ll make sure their deaths mean something. Like that’s even possible. Like that’s supposed to make me feel better.” She wrenched the plate off the suit’s arm with more force than necessary. It hit the concrete floor with a harsh clang. “Such a waste,” she muttered, driving the screwdriver between the exposed struts. “Such a waste. Who are we even fighting? Because it’s definitely not the Institute anymore. Maxon makes it out like we’re against some great enemy of the Commonwealth, and I would almost believe that—if they weren’t farmers. Not ferals or mutants or mad scientists—honest to God farmers. We’re fighting the people of the Commonwealth to protect the people of the Commonwealth. What kind of rad-addled nonsense—”
The screw refused to budge. She hit the screwdriver against it for no reason other than to make a sound. In the corner of her eye, Danse held a hand out in offering. She ignored him and tried again.
“I’m sure there’s more to it than that,” he said.
She exhaled through her nose. “There is. Of course there is. The Minutemen helped the Railroad. The Railroad helps synths. All synths are bad. That makes the Minutemen bad. End of story. Except, I don’t know how I’m supposed to believe even that anymore when you—”
She didn’t complete her train of thought. She didn’t need to when she met his gaze on a whim, just in time to see his raised brows lower and knit together. His hand was still outstretched.
She didn’t know how close she had come to losing him, when Delaney had tracked him to this bunker. I got there in time, Delaney had said. In time. How many seconds had been left in that time? Had the gun already been in his hand, the barrel already tucked beneath his chin? The example, not the exception, he’d said. All threats had to be eliminated, even if their only crime was simply existing.
But he was Danse. He had always been, pure and simple, Danse.
“I’m rambling,” she said, unnecessarily.
He stepped into her space, pulling the screwdriver out of her grip as he did so. By virtue of being a foot shorter and half his weight, she had no choice but to move out of the way. He took over the battle with the stubborn screw, which gave way bit by bit.
“You should rest,” he said. “When you’re tired, your work has a tendency to become…” The screw twisted free. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. “…uh, inefficient.”
She would have preferred he’d stabbed her with the screwdriver.
Her silence must’ve registered, because he looked up from his progress with the next screw. “You know better than to take offense to that.”
She did. She hadn’t—not to anything he’d said out loud, anyway. It didn’t change the fact that she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Or vomit. Whatever would get rid of the hot, sick feeling that writhed all the way from the pit of her stomach up to the base of her throat.
“I don’t want to be a scribe right now,” she said quietly, before her brain had the chance to manually approve the words.
Too late, she realized they wouldn’t have passed peer review—because Danse looked at her like she’d grown two extra heads. But she couldn’t take them back now.
“Is it too much to ask for a single minute as, I don’t know…just a person?”
With a rare touch of wryness, he said, “You’re asking the wrong nonhuman.”
“You’re a person.”
“Not the same way you are.”
“I’m a soldier. Lately, it hasn’t felt compatible with much else.” Less and less so each day this pointless war went on.
“What do you want me to say, Haylen?”
She wished she knew. She had the horrible suspicion words didn’t exist to describe the horrible sick feeling, never mind to ease it. So, she did what she did best: she backpedaled, and she pretended like it didn’t matter.
“Nothing. I’m exhausted and angry and grieving. I’m not thinking clearly. Forget I ever said anything.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” He hooked the screwdriver on his belt, giving her his full attention. “I’m concerned.”
She fiddled with her glove, not trusting the wrong words to stay put if she opened her mouth too wide. “Sorry.”
“Are you thinking of quitting? Leaving the Brotherhood?”
“No.” She said it too sharply. Danse’s brows raised, even as she softened her tone. “Of course not. The Brotherhood’s family. Where would I even go?”
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