#Nick Valentine fallout

[lacquerheadd]

synth detective ➶♡

[nazzirithe]

More Nick Valentine detective comic covers I made. This one is about the Guardian of Forever.

Made this back in 2022 so his face is a little more stylized

[farthest-harbor]

Hey, I heard you have Nick Valentine HCs?

I really like to hear them! 😄

It can be anything, just go ahead. What is the first one, which comes into your mind?

I love you for asking, thank you!

Here are a few:

All the patches on is coat he mended himself. It's one of the ways he fills the lonely hours when everyone else is sleeping, It's something human Nick never learned to do, but our Nick taught himself after his first few scuffles in the post-war world.

His metal hand doesn't have any sense of touch. I think his skin is probably full of minute wires that function as nerves, so when he lost the skin on his hand, he lost feeling in it. Now he has to rely on his vision to confirm that his hand is moving the way he wants it to. It took him a long time to get used to but he's mastered it now.

He doesn't like to take off his hat around strangers. I think he's a little self-conscious about the fact that he can't grow any hair. I think human Nick had a full head of hair and synth Nick can't help but compare himself. He'll take his hat off in the agency around Ellie, or around Sole if they get close with him, but if anyone he's not close with steps in the room, the hat goes back on.

He totally wears suspenders under that trench coat. 'Nuff said.

I think he carries around a small repair kit in his coat with a couple small tools and some spare wire/screws/bolts/electrical tape but it's only enough for minor temporary repairs. He uses this kit for quick patch jobs when he gets hurt on a case, just to hold him over till ge hets back home and can do a full repair.

He's an excellent dancer. Human Nick went dancing pretty often and synth Nick inherited some of that "muscle" memory. He's got rhythm and an elegant, sophisticated style. He's a little rusty at it, though, because he doesn't go out dancing on his own, and he's got no partner to practice with. Perhaps sole could take him out to the Third Rail sometime so he can show off his skills...

He's been subtly trying to get Ellie and Travis together for years. He thinks they'd be sweet together, and has encouraged Ellie to talk to Travis a few times. Nothing ever seems to come of it, but Nick hasn't given up yet.

You know his file cabinets are a hot mess. It drives Ellie nuts when he puts files back out of order, since she always tries to rearrange them alphabetically. When she brings it up to him, he just shrugs and smiles and tells her that he put it back in the correct year, so it's no big deal.

Obviously, he doesn't need to shower or bathe, and doing so would probably ruin all his processors. If he gets dusty/dirty on a job, he'll wipe his face and hands down with a wet rag when he gets home.

While the cigarettes do nothing for him chemically or physically, the ritual of lighting one and smoking it brings him comfort when he's stressed. An old habit from human Nick. It does leave a slight sooty residue on some of his internal parts and probably clogs a few fans/vents, but he just patiently cleans them with a rag during his repairs sessions. It's worth it to him for the comfort of smoking.

Although he's friendly to Piper, he doesn't actually like her that much. He thinks her newspaper is pretty disreputable, more spreading rumors than actual news, and her inflammatory articles about synths and the Institute have drastically escalated the hostility he's faced living in Diamond City. Still, he empathizes with Piper and the fears people have about synths, so he keeps his mouth shut. She still gets on his nerves sometimes, though.

I have so many more, but I'll stop here for now. I am quite thoroughly obsessed with this guy, so if anyone wants to hear more hcs about him, or hcs about some specific aspect of his character, my asks are always open. I could talk about this guy for hours.

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Nick Valentine x Fem!Reader word count: 810 a/n: i know that whenever a human companion needs to rest, peepaw is right there with them regardless. so please enjoy this dirty little ficlet of nick exploring the joys of the "only one bed" trope cw: somnophilia (so dubcon), fingering, nipple teasing 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

"Any time, detective. You can have me whenever you want."

Your words seemed to echo around the room, far more real than just a memory of that sweet night you'd shared together. They felt real, tangible, as though you were uttering them right then and there.

But you weren't, of course. You were sound asleep, laying beside him, crammed together in the only bed that was left in the shell of the house where you'd stopped for shelter. It was a problem that had only really come up when he'd taken you on as an assistant. Usually, he could rest himself, cool off the motors and reset his brain in solitude. Now he had to make sure there was space for two.

To make matters worse, or better depending on how you looked at it, he found himself feeling responsible for your comfort and safety. That's how it had happened before. Your pleading eyes, practically begging him to curl around you in the bed, to keep you safe, warm. Soft words that turned into laughter, sighs that led to a kiss. And after it all, when he'd thanked you for the attention, you'd uttered those words.

"You can have me whenever you want."

Did that really mean any time? As you shuffled next to him, your back arched, curving to fit the shape of his embrace, he felt himself sighing quietly. You'd seemed so keen to be with him, and while you had both been flirtatious in your professional relationship before, it felt deeper now. Was it a blanket statement of approval, though? Was he really free to have you whenever he desired?

Because right now, with your body at peace, chest rising and falling, minimal clothing to cover your soft, smooth skin, he definitely wanted you.

Of course, there was only one solution. He was a detective, so he would have to investigate, find out what the answer was to that question. And to do that, he would have to do some hands on field work.

Your body was covered, albeit sparsely, by his trench coat, and he lifted the makeshift blanket slowly and carefully, not wanting to rouse you out of your sleep just yet.

His already close proximity lent itself to the careful, almost sneaking way his fingers approached your body, his palm skirting over your hip in a gesture that could easily have been done in his sleep, not romantic or flirtatious at all. But the intention behind it had his bright pupils narrowing in focus as his left hand began to travel to up to your waist, tentatively shifting under the fabric of your shirt, and then around to your front.

The tips of his fingers, pads covered in greying, worn down synthetic skin, traced gently over your nipples, flicking over them slowly. He held his breath as your back arched slightly, your rear pressing into him and your hips splaying a little, giving him easier access to the rest of your body.

His degloved hand eased down the front of your underwear, stopping intermittently as you groaned and shifted beside him. With precision and expertise, the kind you'd watch him utilise to unlock doors and fiddle with his own wiring, the cool metal tips closed softly around your clit, pinching it delicately and rolling it between his skeletal fingers as you let out a soft moan.

For Nick, the most satisfying aspect of the night you had shared together before was seeing your own pleasure, written across your face, your mouth open, panting, whispering his name, and then screaming it. And while you might not be as vocal now, as you somehow still slept next to him, the gentle mumbles of appreciation and the way your breath had changed were enough.

That, and he was detecting a warmer texture than before. All the teasing of your clit had made you so wet, your slick collecting between your folds, spread over them as Nick dipped one of his digits inside of you.

"Mmmm... Nick..."

His name on your lips sounded better than anything else he'd heard before, and his eyes brightened for a moment before he closed them over, keeping it as dark as possible in case you might be disturbed from your sleep.

"Sh, sh, sh..."

He hesitated, but only for a moment, before he leaned in and placed a kiss at the back of your ear, soothing you, lulling you back to sleep. He might have been tempted to wake you up eventually, but where was the fun in that? The case would be solved, but the investigation would be cut short. And that was always the best part for him.

So, once you had settled back down, he kept shushing you, inserting his finger into you, warm and relaxed, and hoped you were at least dreaming of something pleasant, preferably of him.

[vaulthistorian]

The Sole Survivor is quick to discover that when they try to do anything around Nick and Hancock in the same room they will be ignored.

Want to kill some Raiders? Take down a synth crime syndicate? That's great, but Hancock is trying to get the giant hunky man robot on his tail and Nick is trying to be professional while smitten with the cute rotting lad.

[palatteflags]

Valentine's Day based Nick Valentine from Fallout moodboard~ ^^ For an anon!! Sorry it was a little bit after Valentine's Day, still hope you like the look~

Want one? Send an ask!! -mod Jay

[draped1ncerecloth]

Hear me out, Nick Valentine x TransMasc Reader

First off, bro is hot. No reason for the robot detective to have my mind in a grip.

SECOND, the disconnect from his own body/personality makes it match with the struggles the reader would also have so erm 😞

Nick Valentine x Trans masc reader

Some good old fashioned fluff since he’s perfect for it.

Warnings: tooth decaying sweetness, mentions of body dysphoria, swearing, ooc Nick valentine.

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“Have you figured anything out yet?” Nick called from his desk, sorting through the paper work as you scanned over your own newly discovered clues. “Nothing. I can’t seem to figure out we’re this bitch could be camping out at!” You sigh in frustration at the current project you had spend days of restless nights, the heat of the summer days and the soaked sweat clothes you’re currently drenched in makes the already tedious task much more daunting. It’s been about a year now since you first met Nick, him helping you with your issues and you of course saving him from people who wanted him dead. You hadn’t really known why Nick had been caught but all that had mattered was that you saved his ass and he was eternally grateful.

“Well, the sooner we are to figuring this out, the sooner we are to finding this man and putting him behind bars.” Nick called back. He never really took much bite of your tone or the way you would grow even more agitated by his words in the current moment. There was nothing he had done wrong but they way your very old and worn binder had been cutting into you after a whole days work, and the way your clothes clung made the whole action of breathing so much more difficult. Pain spreading through your body and the lack of oxygen made the oncoming headache much worse. But hey, in the end at least it was more comfortable and reassuring than anything else.

After some shuffling of the files Nick had neatly written and tucked away had been dropped and the way you let out a loud sigh, Nick finally popped out of his chair and asked if you were doing ok. Unfortunately this pissed you off to no extent. “No! I’m not alright Nick! I and tired I’m hot I can breath and worst of all, I can’t seem to figure this out!” Your hands thrown in the air as you fully turn to him, he watched in silence as he let you express what’s you felt. He knew you weren’t mad at him or whatever he might’ve said but he didn’t understand what had you this upset to begin with. “Hey, calm down kid, why don’t you take a seat and just breath.”

You threw the remaining files in your hand, down on the table and laughed. “I fucking can’t breath, I’m hot, I’m exhausted, I feel like my ribs are about to break, I need to take this off!” He watched in shock as you quickly removed your shirt and revealed your binder, quickly shoving your shirt back down and sucking as much air as you could. The pain was excruciating, and your back cracked from new found freedom of mobility. Then you sat. Only then did you start to cool down. To relax. To focus on breathing and letting the pain wash over you and out. “Forgot to take it off again?” He asked quietly, walking over to your side and rubbing your shoulders. “Mmhm.” He said, taking in his touch. “That’s unsafe, you need to be more mindful about these things, you could get hurt you know?” Nick tried to comfort you. “It’s unsafe but for me, I feel more safe. It’s….” You stopped yourself.

“It’s what dear?” He questioned. Worry washing over him. “It’s not like you really realize just how comforting it is to bind.” You winched at the way you said it, the way you doubted how much he cared made you feel guilty.

“You’re right, I don’t know the full extent of how much you need it kid, but I do know how important the comfort of needing something like that can be.” The synth let out a sigh and moved to sit on the desk in front of you. “Look, you know it doesn’t make me see you as any less. I am not bothered by you needing to take a break from binding. But it can be dangerous if done incorrectly, and you know this.”

“I know. I just don’t know how to explain it. It’s like, without it. I am just. Wrong.” You tried to puzzle your words together but only ending with half made sentences. “You feel as if, it is not who YOU are. That you’re incomplete.” You nodded. “Look kid, I love you, I hate to see you in pain. I can’t say I know how you feel but I myself have my own feelings about myself too.” He removed his coat and took his fedora off, setting them on the table. “A robot programmed to basically be part human. Used for something that I never turned out to fit. There’s no one like me, I don’t know who or what I am. But I do know that even though I can’t be at peace with what is missing, I do know I make peace with what is there.”

Nick and you talked back and forth about your own insecurities and he himself opened up slightly about his. Though things were different for each other, you still found that you felt the same about these situations. Standing up, you wrapped your arms tightly around him and Nick did the same in return. “I love you Nick, thank you.” You mumbled to him.

“I love you too darling. Now, let’s pick up these files and get you cleaned up and relaxed. It’ll all be okay.”

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Authors note: Sorry this is short, I haven’t gotten much time w Nick valentine yet!! I do wanna explore his companion ship now that I finally got to play with him♥️

[yesitsloz]

The devil is in the details

[sleepingsomnus]

Summary of Nick and my sole survivors relationship.

[farthest-harbor]

I loved this fic so much, Tua and Nick have such a wonderful dynamic, tender and patient and gentle. I love how they explore intimacy together in a heartfelt and affectionate way. Their relationship is mature and complex, and very sweet. The dialogue is beautifully written, so much care put into the words they say, but also all the things left unsaid in between the lines. I love all the little nicknames they give each other. I don’t usually like nick-with-a-dick interpretations but I think this fic handles the idea with more care in in a gender-affirming-prosthetic kind of way rather than an i-can-fix-him-to-make-him-fuckable kind of way. I love this fic, I am now hopelessly obsessed with this pairing. Also Tua my beloved, I adore them.

ever wonder what synths dream of?

to celebrate tua's birthday here's a fic. it is nsfw :)

[nazzirithe]

Nick Valentine drawing I made back in 2016. Done with mechanical pencil

[farthest-harbor]

Please infodump about the Nick headcanons :3

I have more!

Nick always wanted to be a dad. He dreamed about it with Jenny, imagining raising a child with her. When he lost her, he gave up on that dream and figured it wasn't for him. With the action-filled life he leads, it would be tough to have a family anyways. But if you decide to adopt synth Shaun, Nick will immediately step in as a dad figure. He will teach Shaun life skills, take him on adventures, read to him, show him how to repair gadgets, and play with him. You will see a very sweet side of Nick you never knew before. Shaun will make him feel young again.

Nick is torn between being a city guy and a country guy. Obviously his work keeps him in the city and he's got excellent street smarts, but when you take him with you to places that are more peaceful, like Sanctuary or Acadia, you watch him relax into the tranquility of nature. He loves a good view, and since he doesn't need to sleep, he likes to watch sunrises and sunsets while enjoying a smoke. Sometimes he misses the sounds of birdsong from before the war.

He isn't much of a singer, but sometimes you can catch him humming softly along to something on the radio, usually Billie Holiday. His voice is low, warm, and rich, and mostly in-tune. If you like to sing along to the radio, he will listen adoringly, even if you're tone deaf. He badly misses the times when music was easier to come by, when almost every house had a turntable and a record collection. There's so many half-remembered favorite songs floating around in his head from the old days that he'd love to reminisce about with another person who remembers prewar times.

He hates the Silver Shroud show with a passion, thinks it's corny and juvenile, and is terribly embarrassed if you take on the Shroud's voice and mannerisms when you take up the role. He will visibly cringe if you do the voice and will probably make fun of you about it later. Despite this, he still likes Kent Conolly, for reasons he can't entirely explain, but he does think Kent has terrible taste.

Nick likes both cats and dogs but is more of a cat person. He's reserved, independent, and intelligent, and enjoys those same qualities in a pet. But Ellie would never allow a cat in the agency, it's enough of a struggle already to keep it organized, so if the two of you adopt a cat, it will probably live at Home Plate or wherever your home is.

He's kinda old-fashioned about relationships. If you're together long enough, he will probably propose, unless you do it first. He will try to scrounge up a ring for you somehow, either make one himself or scavenge one from an abandoned house. He would want a quiet, private ceremony with just the two of you, maybe a couple close friends, just to make it feel official. While marriage doesn't mean anything from a legal standpoint in the postwar world, it just feels right to his prewar sensibilities. A ceremonial proof of his love and commitment to you. He'd probably want to have the ceremony somewhere tranquil and pretty, maybe near Sanctuary, but would be happy to marry you in the Diamond City chapel if you asked, or anywhere else of your choosing.

Nick is entranced by the ocean. I think he only saw it for the first time when prewar Nick moved from Chicago to Boston. It felt impossibly huge, beautiful and powerful. He couldn't get enough of it. He has a bit of a reckoning on the boat ride to Far Harbor, though, when he experiences firsthand how violent, cold, and cruel the ocean can be. It rattles him a little. Still, whenever you're by the ocean, you'll catch him staring thoughtfully out at the breaking waves and the distant horizon. He just can't seem to look away.

These were fun, thanks for asking! Feel free to ask again anytime :)

[vaultnewt]

NO MATTER WHERE I HIDE MY DONUT FRYER NICK ALWAYS FINDS IT AND USES IT

I'M SO SICK OF HIM

HOW?!!?!?

NICK. NICK STOP MAKING DONUTS PLEASE NICK WE NEED TO BREAK INTO THE INSTITUTE AND GET MY SON NICK PLEA

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UPDATE: he finally got his donuts :]

[vaulthistorian]

The more dialogue tidbits I get between Nick Valentine and John Hancock really lines them up well for me. I didn't expect to fall into it because Nick is basically my virtual dad lmao.

But I guess it just makes sense to me that even if they aren't official they've had a thing. Y'know? Like they aren't in a relationship now but I know, I feel it in my soul, they've done stuff in the past.

There's so much I could say but baseline, they've been in the same place for a while before, they clearly know each other when you bring Nick to Goodneighbor. They're both "older" in human terms, Nick moreso than Hancock.

Hancock is much smarter than I think people will credit him for. And considering he took on a double life and renamed himself after John Hancock, it may make Nick feel like he can trust Hancock with his thoughts.

Because in a way, they're both taking on identities as different people. Hancock adopted an identity, and Nick is trying to forge his own path out of the identity he had no choice in living with.

Nick is one of the people who doesn't at all judge Hancock for his ghoulish features. Especially since I think they knew each other before the incident. Hancock is still clever and witty, and enjoys playing detective with his favorite synth.

Also, Nick is a big man. He's at least 6'2 I'm thinking. Synths were originally made to be fighters and bodyguards so even though he's an older model I don't think they skipped out on trying to bring strong/intimidating qualities to his framework.

And I agree with everyone else, Hancock gives short king vibes. He's like 5'6/7 at the most. And who doesn't love a 6'2 man holding his gremlin spawn 5'6 friend with benefits like in the lion king??

[palatteflags]

Nick Valentine from Fallout 4 based Bisexual moodboard~ ^^ For @bizzarefixations c: Hope you like the look~

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

[sobbingspaghetti]

Nick Valentine ❤️❤️