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merlinmerlot · 10 months

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been playing a Lot of fallout 4. the silly robot old man detective was created in a lab specifically to appeal to me

#fallout 4 #nick valentine #sole survivor #sole survivor x nick valentine #fallout 4 oc #fallout oc #art #my guy's name is shaun :) his son is shaun jr. it's a family name

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necrophatic · 7 months

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OLD DOODS

#doodles #fallout #fallout 4 #deacon #fallout deacon #nick valentine #john hancock #hancock #fallout takahashi #sole survivor #sole x nick #sole survivor x nick valentine #oc carolyn #carolyn x nick #oc don

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harveywritings92 · 4 months

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*Sole banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Nick, trying to read: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Sole: I—

Sole: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

#s: unknown #fallout 4 #fallout 4 incorrect quotes #fallout incorrect quotes #nick valentine #fallout 4 sole survivor #gn sole survivor #sole survivor x nick valentine #sole survivor #nick valentine should've been a romantic option

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melchiordommik · 1 year

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did a "redraw" of this image with my gay people

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 oc #sole survivor #sole survivor x nick valentine #nick valentine #fallout 4 fanart

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zoezenii · 1 year

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“Hm. Does bashful mode come standard on all synths...?”

My Sole Survivor, Cira, and Nick Valentine, once again 💙

#nick valentine #sole survivor #original sole survivor #fallout #fallout 4 #nick valentine x sole survivor #sole survivor x nick Valentine #fallout 4 companions #fallout art #fallout fanart #my art #cira

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vvalengogh · 6 months

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one half of my art trade with my bf @valentineenjoyer !! <333

#vvalengogh art #art #my art #fallout games #fo4 #fallout 4 #sole survivor #sole survivor x nick valentine #others ocs #fallout 4 oc #parker howard (oc)

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actualsunflower · 1 year

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caption: Nick: "I'm looking for a strong, handsome man, who-" Jay: "I'm at least one of those things!" Nick: "Wait..." he'll never reveal which 😏

#and then they bang #jay's not a himbo he just loves goofing around #sunflower's art #nick valentine #jay evarhart-valentine #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout oc #sole survivor x nick valentine

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radioactive-synth · 1 year

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tagged by @atomitron for this! template from HERE and the lil icons i took from HERE.

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#fallout #oc vaughn zander #nick valentine #john hancock #hancock #sole survivor x hancock #sole survivor x john hancock #sole survivor x nick valentine #sole survivor #fallout 4 #fallout oc #ship: my kind of freak show

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fallout-sole · 2 years

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I’m totally normal about how much I love Nick Valentine

#nick valentine #fallout 4 #fallout #sole survivor #sole survivor x Nick valentine

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home-on-the-wastes · 4 months

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Someday, Maybe

A run-of-the-mill trek back to Far Harbor goes awry; Nick gets to save the day, and Tallahassee's stone heart cracks open just a little bit.

The Commonwealth had prepared Tallahassee for many things–strange mutations, cannibals, political power struggles–but nothing could have prepared her for the resource-sucking trips of Far Harbor. Between her and Nick, she thought they had a pretty good hold on their supplies–Nick didn't need to eat or drink or need Rad-X or stimpacks, but they were still running too low for comfort when they decided to head back to town. Ammunition was getting scarce, too. She passed most of her rounds to Nick and hefted her bladed baseball bat over her shoulder for comfort, mindful of the sharp edges.

Regardless, their forays around Mount Desert Island were mainly fruitful, and the locals had gotten used to a mainlander and a synth wandering around. She could easily barter for more supplies or trade for caps when they returned to town.

Maybe it was that relaxed attitude that got her in trouble. Nick and Tallahassee stuck to the main road to feel more comfortable and safe. She even managed to crack a bad joke, which got a pity laugh from Nick, but an honest smile and the bemused admonishment of, "Really, partner? That's the best you got? Call the 2060s; they want their joke book back."

Tallahassee had wandered off the road after spotting some black bloodleaf. Too focused on wondering if her jokes really were that outdated or whether the bloodleaf would be enough to make some chicken noodle soup, she didn't really pay attention to the weeds–and just like the local wildlife, she fell victim to a hungry angler.

The thing was hungry–paler in complexion, too, adding insult to injury that she didn't notice the great white whale of a monster lingering on the shoreline. Its screech was quickly cut short by its strange, gulping motion as it practically regurgitated a thick, mucus-filled mess onto her and smacked her so hard that she bit her tongue.

So, if it was anyone's fault that she was going to die, it was on her, but Tallahassee was furious. She wanted her last words to be more eloquent than, "Oh, fuck."

She beat the monster back as it snarled, slashing at her again. Its claws caught on her bat, and she tore off a few fingers. Its scales were torn and ragged, the skin thinly wrapping around its skeleton. It would have been no contest on a good day, but Tallahassee was already worn down from a day of walking and scrapping with other wildlife.

Her startled shout caught Nick's attention, but he wasn't fast enough. He popped off a few shots further up the bank near the main road. She counted the crack of gunfire, winding up for another swipe with her bat. Two more, and he'd be out of bullets.

The angler flanked her, another claw swiping at her legs, and something snapped. She cried out again and tumbled to the ground, hands sliding in the mud as she tried to catch her fall and roll away from this thing, but the wind was knocked out of her, the pain too great, and the world spun as it dug its teeth into her calf and knee. Feebly, she kicked at it, eyes squeezing shut as a boot connected with soft, scaly flesh. The angler released her, but she knew the pattern, knew it would dive back in again and drag her into the water, and as she wound up to kick again, blood pounding in her ears and the urge to puke rising, she braced herself for the pain.

But the pain never came. She heard some noises–it sounded like a strange, wet sucking sound and a death groan, but the radiation from the angler's projectile vomit made her woozy, even with the Rad-X and the gasmask, so she couldn't be sure–and Tallahassee took about ten seconds to realize that she was not dying. She was just curled up underneath a dead tree, up to her ass in irradiated swamp water, and her leg beat up to hell. She was confident it was just sprained, but trying to move made her groan in agony, so she sat still.

When the ringing stopped, and the pain subsided, Tallahassee dared to open her eyes and saw Nick. At some point in the fight, his trench coat had torn. Blood flecked his dress shirt and tie, and his hat was missing, knocked away. For a moment, he breathed–not really, of course, but the way his shoulders sagged and his chest heaved, Tallahassee didn't see whirring parts and mechanical wiring, but the man Nick was. In his wire hand, he clutched his pistol, blood on the grip.

Tallahassee took stock of the situation and came to a startling conclusion: Nick had cold-clocked the glowing angler and beat it to death. While Tallahassee had some satisfaction from wearing the beast down, that didn't stop her bewilderment at the detective.

Then he had the gall to turn with a wry smile barely masking his concern. "You all right there, doll?"

Tallahassee was grateful she wore a gas mask because she was sure she was blushing–god, when was the last time she had done that? She vowed to file contemplation on the subject away for later. "Yeah–thanks, Nick."

"Any time." He extended his good hand to her and helped her up–then slung an arm over his shoulder to help her walk. She wasn't light; both knew that, but he had no trouble supporting her. "Your leg looks in rough shape, let's not put any weight on it. We're not far from Far Harbor. How about we call it for the day, snag that room at the Last Plank?"

Rest did sound good. The adrenaline still pumped through Tallahassee's veins, but she knew she would have to sit down at any moment. As the pair hobbled back to the safety of Far Harbor, Nick rambled on about all sorts of things–primarily small talk to keep Tallahassee's mind occupied, but even as he commented on the wildlife and how they could definitely grab some buttered mirelurk at the Plank, Tallahassee couldn't help but focus on how solid Nick felt, and how grateful he was here. He didn't have to be–but he was.

The surge of affection she felt at that moment made her stumble. Nick caught her. "Hey, you all right?"

"I'm fine," Tallahassee replied. "Buttered mirelurk sounds great right about now."

"Thought it would! It pales in comparison to good old lobster, but it'll do in a pinch."

Tallahassee smiled even though Nick couldn't see her, but somehow he knew. Looking down at her, he smiled back; without his hat, there was no shadow to hide the smile, no dark slash across his face to make his golden gaze pierce into her soul. Instead, there was just warmth, companionship, and love.

Love felt like a foreign concept for her.

Tallahassee looked away, the gates of Far Harbor in sight. She tried to stand taller and hobble a bit more dignified. Nick leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, you don't gotta put on a show for 'em."

After a long pause, Tallahassee let herself rest against Nick as they made the journey's final stretch. Walking down the sidewalk, arms around one another, it felt almost sweet, like when she and Nate would go to Concord and just stroll about town.

A sharp pain stabbed at her heart. She gasped, and Nick quickened his pace, thinking something was wrong.

Tallahassee buried the thoughts down again, refusing to cry–not from pain or grief. Not when her wounds were still so fresh. Not when Nick still had Jenny on his mind.

Someday, Tallahassee thought as they stepped into town. Maybe.

But not now.

#oc: tallahassee mulligan #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #fo4 nick valentine #far harbor dlc #sole survivor #sole survivor x nick valentine

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nooklingposting · 1 year

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Surprise, Mr. Valentine

Sometimes Sole just has to treat her robot bf yanno?

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merlinmerlot · 9 months

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its like i've been missing you all my life!

#fallout 4 #nick valentine #sole survivor #sole survivor x nick valentine #fallout oc #fallout art #art #fallout #ive been drawing So Much lately

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harveywritings92 · 4 months

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[Hancock is annoyed that Sole's been spending too time with Nick.]

Piper: Hancock, you shouldn't be jealous of Nick. Remember, it's all about helping Blue.

Hancock: I'm not jealous! I'm envious! Jealousy is when you worry someone will take what you have. Envy is wanting what someone else has. What I feel is envy.

Piper & Maccready:...

[They check a dictionary Hancock uses to level his desk legs.]

Maccready: Wow, he's right.

#s: the simpsons #fallout 4 #fallout 4 incorrect quotes #fallout incorrect quotes #sole survivor #gn reader #gn sole survivor #hancock fo4 #hancock x sole survivor #fo4 piper #fo4 maccready #nick valentine #fo4 companions

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fallout-through-the-crawlout · 10 months

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Hancock [staring at Sole]: They could fix me.

Nick Valentine: Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?

Hancock: No. They’re perfect. I, on the other hand am a mess and they could fix me