#and letting the general of the minutemen take care of things

[justsomegeek]

Freeing the lads from the Brotherhood means a wardrobe update.

[hanckocks-dagger]

Red Nightgown Blues

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John Hancock x afab!reader

Description: After a medical emergency, you realize the only thing you really need is Hancock by your side.

Fill for a truly ancient LiveJournal prompt from the Fallout Kink Meme

Tags: Established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, reader is SoSu, no y/n

Warnings: Miscarriage, blood, medical exams/procedures, worries about terminal illness. (I don't go into much detail and none of it is all that explicit, but please skip out on this one if you feel it would be triggering to you <3 )

Word count: 3.1K

Crossposted on my ao3

The bed was wet. Not in a damp, sweaty naked bodies way, but like someone had dumped an entire bucket of water onto your legs. Distantly, you thought back to your dreams, wondering if you'd gotten too high last night and managed to wet the bed. Ugh. Not the most respectable thing for the general of the Minutemen, but god knows you'd pulled Hancock out of enough puddles of his own vomit for it to be your turn.

Speaking of. You twisted in the bed to check the other side of the bed, wincing when your stomach cramped at the movement, muscles sore beyond belief. What the fuck?

The bed was empty, Hancock's hat and coat missing from where he'd tossed them the night before. He didn't tend to wake up before you, but maybe Fahrenheit had dragged him off for some mayoring business.

The front of your shirt and your underwear were uncomfortably sticky, glued to your skin, so you decided it would be best to rip the band-aid off, go strip the sheets and wallow in embarrassment for a while. You raised the sheets slowly, expecting to find a damp spot on the bed, maybe some moisture on the skin, but paled at the sight that greeted you. Blood. Way, way too much blood.

You inhaled shakily, pulling yourself into a sitting position, sending another stab of pain through your abdomen as you did. You shoved the sheets to the side, taking in the wet puddle of blood in the bed, more crusted onto your thighs, your underwear unrecognizable, dyed red.

"Shit," You whimpered, mind already reeling. God, you wished John hadn't left, his disposition much less prone to panic than you were, wanted him to be your voice of reason as your mind spun with possibilities. Was it the sex? You were usually pretty careful, taking your RadX first and finishing off with RadAway. Hell, you couldn't even name the last time he'd finished inside of you. But... maybe your body was tired of it, rebelling. Or maybe you'd had internal bleeding from your last fight, but didn't that usually show up in your vomit?

You rose to your feet, legs shaky, and stripped the bed, using a corner of the sheet to wipe off your thighs, wincing as the blood smeared over your skin. It didn't exactly look fresh, it wasn't like someone had stabbed you in the middle of the night, it looked more like the darker, browner color of your period, but this was... way too much blood.

You balled up the sheets in your hands, leaving them on the floor as you struggled to get your pants on. You needed a doctor. Amari was fine for patching up scrapes, and had even reattached some of Hancock's fingers when they got bitten off by a rabid dog once, but she specialized in brains, not whatever this was.

You pulled a piece of paper from the desk, scribbling out a quick explanation to John so he wouldn't be liable to lose his mind when he couldn't find you skulking around.

Popped over to Diamond City for the day, back before dark <3

On a normal day you would've tracked him down, gotten him to kiss you stupid before letting you leave, but you were shaking, pale and very clearly panicking, and you didn't want him to worry, or insist on following you. You weren't sure you had it in you to keep him from threatening to bite whoever badmouthed him, not today.

You pulled on your shirt, ignoring the way your blood covered hands left streaks on the fabric, shouldered your gun and tucked some caps into your pockets. If you moved slowly, kept out of sight and didn't run into any problems on the way, the walk shouldn't be more than an hour.

Downtown Boston was light and quiet, lit by noon sun bright enough that you wished you could've had John's hat to shade your eyes. Your fingers itched to have his hand to hold, and your fraying nerves had you wishing for his voice to calm you. Your ideas were spinning rapidly out of control: This was cancer, or some other equally incurable illness. You were dying. How could you possibly go home and face John to have to tell him that your time together was coming to an end, that you were abandoning him?

You steadied yourself on a rusted mailbox, forcing a few deep breaths before you lost your mind completely. You'd already passed the first sign for Diamond City, it was just a couple of blocks and you'd be inside the city walls. You’d go talk to Doctor Sun, end your panic. No matter the outcome, knowing was better than this pointless speculation.

You were more lightheaded than you were comfortable being, but kept walking, regretting not having brought water with you in your hurry to get out without Hancock spotting you. You regretted not going to him, either. Sure, you were strong, capable, got through more than most, but wasn’t this the sort of thing partners were for? Shouldering the heavy burdens with you, providing comfort. 

As the gates of Diamond City approached, you considered turning around, trekking back and just falling into his arms, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to make the journey twice in one day, not the way your vision was starting to swim. So, instead, you walked into the gates alone, emerging into the bustling Diamond City, and headed towards the Doctor’s. 

Doctor Sun frowned as you whispered your symptoms to him, putting down his clipboard when you spoke of the cramps in your abdomen, quickly ushering you inside his house.

"Are you sexually active?"

You bit your lip, pausing to consider how to answer. Would he deny you medical service if you admitted to shacking up with a Ghoul? Sure, he was a doctor, but Diamond City's distrust of Ghouls had deep roots. You weren't willing to risk it, kept it to a clipped, "Yes."

He nodded, instructing you to pull your pants down and lie down on the table. You hesitated, the memory of the mess with Doc Crocker fresh in your mind. Still, your gun was leant against the table, and though Doctor Sun wasn't a small guy, you spent your time flitting about the wastes. If the worst happened, you’d be able to fight him off.

The inspection was quick, invasive and painful. Doctor Sun was professional the whole way through, and pointedly did not look at you as you redressed, tears stinging at your eyes.

"I'm sorry to say, but your cervix is dilated, indicating a miscarriage."

You blinked at him, having been bracing for news of your inevitable death. You were pregnant?

"But–" You cut yourself off. Couldn't tell him that that would be impossible. "That's... that's it? It's not... uterine cancer? Or like... cysts on the ovaries or something? A miscarriage?"

"All indications point to that, yes. Otherwise, you seem healthy. Again, I'm very sorry."

The shock of the news left you numb to anything else, no feelings attached to the thing itself. "Uhm, okay. Thank you. Should I... do anything?"

"Well, you've probably lost a substantial amount of blood, so I'm going to administer a blood pack. You should try to keep your diet rich in iron for the next few days, and spend the day resting."

"Thank you," You said blankly, as the doctor went about searching for blood, gave you a glass of water, and took his payment.

When he told you it was safe to leave, you stepped into the market in a daze. How would you have gotten pregnant? Ghouls were sterile, it was one of the few facts that almost everyone seemed to know about them.

You bought some meat, which you ate without tasting it, then walked over to Sheng's for some cold water. The boy looked at you strangely as you passed over the caps, but kept his mouth shut.

The thought briefly crossed your mind that it could have been someone else, as you wracked your mind for any missing memories, any nights with strangers, but besides that time last month when you'd gone with John up to Tenpines to help with some electrical failure, there was nothing. He'd been by your side every night and almost every day.

Again, you felt the sting of tears, confusion overwhelming you. You thought about renting a room to get some privacy, but you desperately wanted company, someone to pull you out of your thoughts. You thought about calling on Nick, but somehow it didn't feel right, so you ended up at Publick Occurrences, saying hi to a distracted Nat before sneaking in through the door.

Piper's house was calm, warm, smelled of ink and dusty books. Piper herself was upstairs, calling down a hello as you entered. "I'm working on an article, come up and keep me company!"

You collapsed onto her bed, watching as she typed at her terminal, hunched over with the world's worst posture, occasionally mumbling to herself as she picked through notes in her little notepad.

"I just had a misscarriage." The words tumbled out without permission, needing to exist out in the open, to be shared with someone.

Piper froze, hands hovering above the keys, before she spun in her seat, eyes wide.

"What?"

You nodded, surprised to find tears dripping down your face.

"Who's... was it?" Her words were indelicate, wincing to herself as she spoke.

"John's."

"But..."

"I know," You used the back of your hand to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, sniffling. "But I haven't been with anyone else. And Doctor Sun seemed pretty sure."

Piper leant over to pat you on the shoulder, and you caught her hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

"D'you mind if I crash here tonight? He told me to take it easy today, so I probably shouldn't walk back."

"Yeah, of course, Blue. Anything you need."

It wasn't far after dusk when the guilt set in, and you found yourself wishing for a functional telephone. Hancock knew you could take care of yourself, but he also worried for you more than just about anything in the world. If you told him you were feeling depressed while dumping his whole stash of drugs out the window, you were reasonably sure he'd ask after you first. Or, at least very quickly afterwards. 

After keeping you company for a couple of peaceful hours, Piper vanished to go get some dinner for the three of you, leaving you to try to occupy yourself with one of her ancient novels.

Still, you didn't get to wallow very long, a crash from downstairs with the panicked call of your name drew your eyes from the book you'd been reading, a screeching Nat appearing in the stairway, single-handedly holding back a panicked Hancock with her fists raised.

"I told you, you can't come in here, Ghoul!"

"It's alright, Nat," You said, clambering off the bed to reach them. Your steps were slow, the pain in your stomach having died down from occasional cramps to a constant low ache. The second you were down from the stairs, John was pulling you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses, "Where the fuck did you go? What happened? I was–" He caught himself, jaw tensing as he pulled back to stare at you, eyes crinkled in concern. "Are you okay?" He asked, finally, and you didn't miss the quiver in his voice.

"I'm fine," You said, and were surprised to find that it was the truth. Clutched in his arms, the world felt right again, "C'mon, let's go talk in private."

Nat was still staring at John like she planned on kicking his ass, and with as wiry as he was, you weren't totally sure she couldn't. You guided him gently up the stairs, through the room and out onto the roof access. You didn't mind the rowdy nature of Goodneighbor nights, drunken laughter, fistfights and arguments, but there was something about the calm of Diamond City evenings that you appreciated just as much. There were even crickets in the grass, chirping their hearts away over the gentle murmur of people at the bars, bots in the markets.

You led Hancock towards the couch Piper had forced you to help her drag up here some months ago, watching him collapse with unusual gravity onto the cushions, half pulling you onto his chest with him. You relished the warmth of him, the familiar softness of his coat, the ever present smell of cigarettes and Jet that clung to his skin.

"What happened, love?"

You hadn't actually given all that much thought to how you would explain yourself, simply appreciating the relief of not having to tell him you were dying. After some thought, though, you figured the simple truth would be best.

"I came to see the doctor." His grip tightened, already inhaling to ask what had happened, what was wrong, but you cut him off. "I woke up covered in blood. I got scared, figured it would be best to go in on my own and see what was wrong right away." John's fingers found your hand, clutching it tight, and you squeezed him right back.

"I uhm–" God, why was it so hard now? "I had a miscarriage."

The hand you were holding tensed, minutely, then pulled away, John shifting away from your body so he could turn his face to look you in the eyes. He looked... miserable.

"Are–" He had to clear his throat, voice even more gravelly than usual, "Are you okay?"

You nodded, bunching your hands in your shirt, desperate to hold something, "Yeah, the doctor said I should be fine. Just some rest, he gave me some blood."

"And who's– who's the father?" The words seemed to pain him, eyes slipping away from yours to look up at the sky, stars reflected in his eyes. He looked like he was about to cry.

"John," You breathed, hands sliding over to take his hands again, squeezing hard so he couldn't pull away, "You are. Of course you are. I wouldn't– I haven't cheated."

His eyes flickered downwards, just for a moment, but you hoped he could sense the earnestness in your expression.

"John," You repeated, firmly, "I love you. No one else. Hell, we've been attached at the hip the last two months, when would I have even had the chance to run off and get knocked up?"

He considered this, Adam's apple bobbing, "Yes, but, baby, you know I'm sterile, right?"

"I know. I don't–" You had to pause, swallow a lump in your throat, "I don't get it, but that's probably why I miscarried, anyway. Just a– a fluke."

"A fluke," He repeated, then his chest heaved, and suddenly he was curling into you, face buried in your shoulder, arms wrapped around you as he sobbed into your skin. You'd never seen him cry before.

You wrapped your arms around him, only taking a moment to pluck his hat off and toss it to the side, so you could tuck a hand around the back of his head, hold him closer. He had to trust you on this, seeing as you were the only one who could reasonably know if you'd actually slept with anyone else, and even then, you hadn't been completely sure at first.

You kissed the top of his head, whatever skin you could reach, as his hands clutched at the back of your shirt, almost like he expected you to vanish if he let go. You held him back just as tight. Your relationship wasn't new, by this point, but it hadn't been so long that it was unreasonable to assume it wouldn't last the rest of your lives. But now, you felt something shift, maybe just in you, maybe in this thing between the two of you. You loved him and you didn't want to lose him, not for anything, not even a baby.

Eventually, his sobs faded, only the occasional tear spilling onto your skin. His grip loosened, second by second, until he righted himself, cleared his throat, put his hat back on his head. You reached out for him again, though, cupping his face in his hands, thumbs brushing away the tears on his cheeks. You gave him a weak little smile, not sure exactly what was going through his head. Sometimes, his mind worked a little too fast for you to follow, thoughts too warped by his own insecurities for you to understand.

"What are you thinking?" You whispered, fingers still ghosting over his cheeks.

"Are you– Would you have wanted to keep it?"

You thought about it. Raised the way you were, a family was considered the end goal of a relationship, along with marriage and all that other nonsense.

"No," You decided on, "Not right now, anyway. I'm still getting to know this world, still finding my purpose in it."

He nodded into your palms, turning to press a kiss to the inside of one of them. It sent a wave of soft heat through you, the gesture so achingly intimate.

"What about you?" You asked, realizing that it wasn't something the two of you had ever really addressed. By the time you'd started sleeping together, you'd already known that ghouls were infertile, and had just figured that was that, no need to worry about any accidental pregnancies. Of course, he still pulled out a majority of the time, seeing as it burned like a motherfucker, still setting off the Geiger counter on your pip-boy, but it was just one less thing to worry about.

"I'm not..." He trailed off, "I didn't think it was an option. Just sort of put it out of my mind."

You nodded, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Well, if we ever get to that point, we'll deal with it then, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

You pressed your forehead to his, shutting your eyes, "I'm sorry for not coming for you. I regretted it the second I was gone. Just got scared."

The brush of lips over yours, "I'm always here for you, love, no matter what it is."

"I know." You did, believed it with every fiber of your being. Knew that no matter what, in Goodneighbor or out in the wasteland, John had your back.

"Now, come on, it's getting cold," You opened your eyes, stood up, pulling him up with you, "Let's go bully Nick into lending us his bed for the night, it's not like he's using it."

Hancock grinned, "Lead the way."

Notes: Bit heavier than my usual stuff, but I was just scrolling though the kink meme prompts and this just popped fully formed into my head... I am always a sucker for some good hurt/comfort tho. And this is my first fic where Hancock cries! Usually I'm more masochistic towards my blorbos than that....

[everydayyoulovemeless]

How The Fo4 Companions (+Maxson and Tinker Tom) Are With Synth!Shaun

➼ Word Count » 0.9k ➼ Warnings » None

MacCready's really good with him! You can always find him outside showing him little tricks on how to stay hidden or just simply playing tag. He's great with kids in general and Shaun is going to love when he comes over, especially since he's fairly laid back and childish himself when it comes to most things.

Nick likes to sit out on the porch and listen to Shaun ramble on about his day. He thinks he's really intelligent for the age he appears to be and doesn't mind answering any questions the kid might have, especially if they're about the Commonwealth or his job.

Cait's kinda scared of Shaun. She's worried that parts of her personality will rub off on the kid and refuses to go near him. If you asked her to babysit she would, she'd just be distant and would only really give him one-worded responses.

Danse treats him like he's in the Boy Scouts. He'll take him camping and show him how to tie knots and start fires and all that. He's usually not sure what to say to him so he's glad Shaun has the child-like charm and curiosity that makes it easier to talk to.

Preston's the kind of guy who'd play dead if a kid pretended to shoot him. He loves playing silly little games with him. One of his favorite things to do is to pick him up and pretend to drop him. He'd also 100% play cops and robbers with him, or as they like to call it, Minutemen and raiders.

Codsworth still feels upset about what happened with the original, but it doesn't stop him from treating Shaun any differently than he would've before. He's constantly there to dote on him and make sure he follows some form of sanitation. He also gives him small chores to do around whatever settlement he's in to help keep him from being bored.

Piper likes to take him and Nat to go explore the Commonwealth. She never takes them anywhere dangerous, they mostly just walk around Diamond City or Concord after it's been cleared out. Piper really doesn't like sitting in one place and thinks that it's a lot more fun to go snooping around the surrounding areas. She even teaches him how to direct the conversation in a way that gives you the information you want.

Curie's better with babies and hasn't spoken to a ton of kids in her life so she'll probably ask him more questions than he will to her. She'll teach him ethical ways to study and investigate things if he ever wanted to, and she's very careful about him not getting hurt. She and Codsworth are especially good caretakers when they're watching him together.

Please don't leave Shaun with Strong. He'll just insult him for being small and weak and encourage him to eat human flesh. There's nothing that could go right with this. And PLEASE don't tell Strong that he's a synth, if he hears he's a robot, he might attack him.

You're gonna have to keep an eye on Hancock cause he doesn't interact with kids very often. He'll ask if he wants to try some of the chems he's got on him to see which ones are his favorite or teach him all the best places to stab someone. The one thing you can trust with them being together is that Hancock won't let any harm come his way.

Deacon loves Shaun. He's the type of guy who still does the 'got your nose' thing. He'll hang him upside down, tell him bad jokes, and would steal one of those funny Minutemen hats for him. He even helps him build a fort in your living room.

X6-88 isn't too sure how to feel about being around the younger clone of his former boss. He's taken care of this same kid before, but he felt it was different because he knew that he was only meant to be a part of an experiment of sorts, not to be genuinely raised. He'll still do what you ask and look after Shaun, and he'll try his hardest to get along with him, however, he'll still come off as closed off and cold.

Dogmeat usually just follows him around and defends him from any mole rats that might pop up randomly from the ground. They're hardly ever apart from one another.

Old Longfellow is actually really good with him. It's like the kid he never got to raise and he's genuinely so happy that you asked him to watch him. He'll take him hunting and fishing, play darts with him in the bar, and makes sure that he doesn't touch any alcohol while he's there. (well maybe a sip but he won't tell you that)

Gage isn't sure what you expect him to do so he just sits up in the Fizztop Grille with him and lets him run around semi-unsupervised. He does try to keep him away from all the other raiders, and will maybe take him out on some of the rides, but other than that, he won't do much.

It's best to try and avoid the whole, 'my-kid-is-a-synth' thing because Maxson will want him killed if he finds out. Other than that though, he'll show him around the Prydwen and let him fly around in a Vertibird for a little bit before grouping him in with the other squires while he gets back to work waiting for you to come pick him up again.

He and Tinker Tom are always playing hide and seek, although, it's more like them hiding under a counter to avoid a possible alien invasion because Tom had told him some crazy story of his and it ended up going haywire and they're both now panicking behind furniture.

[kaydreamer]

Viva la Revolution

‘See ya tonight, sunshine.’

During the short walk to her apartment, Hope tried very hard to convince herself that Hancock’s invitation was just friendly drinks and not a date. She tried even harder not to think about how he’d apparently allocated her a pet name, and tried her absolute damndest to believe ‘sunshine’ was probably a term of endearment he used for every girl he took a fancy to.

Then the elevator door slid open, and her eyes fell upon the note he’d written her a few days prior, ‘Good morning, sunshine’ jumping out at her in that eye-catching script.

She groaned at herself. She was not doing this. She was not doing this. He was exactly her type, and her type was invariably bad for her.

She ran a hand through her hair and a small cloud of dust puffed out from it.

“Maybe I should take this shower cold,” she said to Dogmeat. He just tilted his head at her, then pointed his nose toward the pantry where she’d found dog food the last time they were here. She laughed, fetching a second tin and emptying it into a bowl for him as he danced around enthusiastically, splashing the floor with droplets of drool.

“You know, they say the easiest way to a person’s heart is through their stomach,” she said to the dog, as he inhaled the bowl of food. “That’s what this is. He cooked me one breakfast, and now I’ve gone insane.”

Hope left the apartment, refreshed and dust-free, just as the sun was dipping below the barricade outside. She’d decided to leave both Dogmeat and the Minutemen armour behind, telling Dogmeat to be a good boy and enjoy a relaxing snooze.

He hadn’t looked impressed, but he was an obedient fellow, dutifully sitting and watching as the elevator door slid shut.

She caught sight of Daisy as she approached the Third Rail, waving to her with a cheerful smile, which the ghoulish woman returned.

“It seems our illustrious mayor has taken a shine to you, General,” said Daisy.

“Just ‘Hope’ is fine,” she said, sheepish. “I’m sorry to pull him away from you.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” said Daisy. “He takes off like this every now and then. Not often he does it with a pretty thing like you on his arm, but I trust you’ll put him to good use. When are you heading out?”

“Dawn tomorrow,” said Hope. “We’re meeting for drinks at the Third Rail, to see us off.”

Daisy looked Hope up and down, a frown adding extra creases to the twisting lines of her face.

“You’re wearing that?”

It was such an old, familiar line, and so absurdly out of place in the apocalypse, that Hope had to stifle a laugh.

“It’s either this or go naked.”

Daisy’s eyes grew wide for a moment, then she broke into a peal of laughter. “Oh, he’d like that!” She took Hope's elbow. “Here, come with me.”

Daisy led Hope her over to her store and up a staircase to a second level - her home, as far as Hope could tell - where she began to sort through a drawer of clothes.

“You’re about my size, I think. Let’s see… Oh! This will work.” She spun around to Hope, holding a sky blue dress with white polka dots - well-pressed, pretty, and remarkably preserved. It was a playful design, sitting just above the knee, with a white sash around the middle. Daisy held it up in front of Hope and smiled. “Oh yes, that’s perfect. It used to bring out my eyes the same way… Wear this.”

“Daisy, I…” Hope took the dress in her hands, marvelling at it. It was the kind of dress she would have chosen for a summer picnic, or a day by the sea. Wearing it would be like stepping back in time.

“To be clear, I’m lending it to you,” said Daisy, firmly. “That means I want it back.”

Hope laughed, gratitude flooding her. “I remember what lending means, Daisy.”

“Good,” said Daisy. “You must be the only person in Goodneighbor who does.”

“Thank you,” said Hope. “It’s beautiful.”

“You be careful with it, now,” said Daisy. “It’s one of my favourites. Now, wait there. I think I have an old pot of eyeshadow somewhere…”

---

By the time Hancock reached the Third Rail, he was fighting down a nagging headache bought on by the sheer amount of mayoral bullshit he’d just spent the day slogging through. Giving speeches and looking roguishly dashing up on a balcony was one thing, but whoever knew running a town involved so much fucking paperwork?

But that was about to become Fahrenheit’s problem. At least for a while. Right now, his only job was to spend an evening charming his pretty new travelling companion - and mayoral bullshit or not, he intended to treat her to a good night out.

And so, he left his troubles at the door of the Rail, brushing down his coat and nodding to the bouncer, a tuxedo-clad ghoul named Ham, at the top of the stairwell.

“Evening, Hancock,” said Ham. “You’re in for a treat down there.”

“Oh?”

“You’ll see. Enjoy your night.”

His curiosity whetted, Hancock descended the staircase and cast his eyed around for Hope.

Hancock’s breath caught in his throat when he saw her. Hope was wearing a sunny blue dress with barely a fray on it, a crimped scarf decorating her hair. Her face was subtly done up as well, with a hint of gloss on her lips and powder to darken her eyes. She was perched on a stool by the stage, talking with Magnolia, leaning on the bar with a bright smile and looking like a vision from two hundred years ago.

He stood by the entrance for a few seconds too long, staring like a dumbstruck fool. He didn’t think there was a woman alive who could out-glamour the illustrious Magnolia, but Hope was doing a damn fine job of it.

Ham’s comment suddenly made perfect sense. A flirtatious grin bloomed across Hancock’s face as he cleared his throat, sauntering over to the bar.

“Why hello, ladies.”

“Mayor Hancock, what a pleasure,” said Magnolia, greeting him with a dazzling smile. “I’ve just been talking with your lovely new travelling companion. She’s quite the talent, did you know?”

“Not yet, but I’m lookin’ forward to learnin’,” said Hancock, as Hope flushed slightly. “May I offer you ladies a drink?”

“I’ll have to decline,” said Magnolia, graciously. “A professional always keeps her wits about her on stage. Well, I’ll leave you both to it, shall I?” She rose from her seat. “Lovely to meet you, Hope.”

Hancock held out a hand to Hope, tilting his head toward a couch with a good view of the stage.

“My favourite spot is free. Care to join me?”

She took his hand with a dazzling smile of her own. “I’d be glad to.”

Hancock dragged a low table over to the couch once she was seated, brushing off a rebuke from the potty-mouthed, bowler-hatted Mr Handy who tended the bar.

“C’mon, Charlie, you like caps. How are we supposed to enjoy dinner and all the drinks we’re gonna buy without a table?”

“You could choose one of the other bloody tables,” Charlie grumbled, in his rough Cockney accent, but he did return with two pints of beer.

Hancock raised his glass to Hope, drinking in the sight of her as deeply as the beer. 

“Goddamn, you look like ya walked out of a magazine. Where’d ya get that little number?"

“Daisy lent it to me.” The slight flush of her cheeks as she answered was delightful. 

“Hah! She tryin’ to kill me?”

Hope chuckled. “Well, considering I told her my only option other than the vault suit was walking in here naked…?”

Hancock shook his head as he huffed with silent laugher. “Cool, she’s not trying to kill me. That woulda killed me. You gotta remind me to thank her. Not that I don’t love the vault suit, but… damn. Now I feel underdressed.”

They both laughed, sipping their beer as Charlie floated back over with two plates of Brahmin roast and a gruff warning not to spill gravy on the couch.

Hope would also need to thank Daisy again for the dress. It was obviously doing things to Hancock, and although she knew she was playing a dangerous game, she was thoroughly enjoying every flattering glance he sent her way.

“So, indulge my curiosity for a sec,” said Hancock, draping his arm along the back of the couch as he turned to her. “You told me how you joined the Minutemen, but not why. People always got their reasons if they’re riskin’ their lives for a cause. Especially fresh outta a vault.”

Hope lifted her gaze slightly as she considered the question, chewing on a piece of roast brahmin. “It’s… I guess it’s just the kind of thing I assumed I’d be doing anyway, if the bombs ever fell, and I somehow survived them,” she said, with a slight shrug. “I used to be a park ranger, before the war. We have training in-"

Hancock’s brows flew up as he cut her off. “Woah, woah, woah, hold up. Before the war?”

She nodded. “Yeah. The vault I was in, it… they had us cryogenically frozen. I only woke up about a month ago.”

“Are you kiddin' me?” Hancock wore an expression of utter astonishment. “Daisy said you told her you were pre-war. She thought you were havin’ her on.”

Hope tilted her head, curious. “Is it that unusual?”

“Unless you’re a ghoul? Fuck yeah. Unusual doesn’t even begin to cover it. Never heard of a vault freezin’ people before. Did you know they were gonna do that?

Hope’s expression soured as a familiar tangle of emotions rose like bile. “No. It was some sort of… sick experiment,” she said, bitterly. “They were testing it on us. I was the only one who got out alive.” She looked down at the beer cradled in her hands. “The only one other than Shaun.”

Hancock leaned back, his dark eyes wide. “…Fuck. You went under pre-war and you just woke up to… this?” He made a sweeping motion with his arm, as though he meant to include the whole Commonwealth with the gesture. “That’s… wow.”

“You can’t even begin to imagine,” whispered Hope.

“Oh, I got a pretty good imagination.” Hancock winked at her with a cheeky grin, and she smiled half-heartedly, but it fell quickly from her face. She was watching the bubbles rising silently in her glass when Hancock spoke again, his voice soft. “…I bet this world feels like one never-ending bad trip you can’t wake up from, huh?”

His words struck a chord in her, and her breath hitched. “That’s exactly what it feels like.”

“I’m sorry, sister. That’s rough.”

“Yeah.” She look a long swig of her beer and shuddered. “But… I’m here now,” she said, summoning the dogged determination which had driven her since she’d stumbled out into the splintered remains of Sanctuary. “And as messed up as this world is, there are still decent people in it, trying to survive. And people like you, making it a little brighter,” she added, tilting her glass to him with a smile. “And I still have a job to do.”

“What job would that be?”

“To help rebuild,” she said, resolute. “Like I said, I was a park ranger.” Hancock frowned at the job title, looking confused, and Hope realised he probably had no clue what a park ranger was. “We worked in areas of wilderness, had training in all sorts of things,” she explained. “Survival, search and rescue, ecology, first aid, firearms. Pretty much everything you’d want to know if you were trying to survive and rebuild in a ruined world.

“Is that why you went into the vault?”

“Ugh, hell no.” Hope’s face twisted with distaste. “God, I hated Vault-Tec. And all their sick, cheery ads about how nice the fucking apocalypse would be if you just spend your life savings buying a room in a metal hole... But Nate - my brother - he was always arguing with me about it. Kept telling me that if the worst happened, the world would need skills like mine. It wasn’t until the bombs started falling that he told me he’d already signed me up with Nora and Shaun, and at that point I just… ran for it.” She looked away. “Just like everyone else.”

She took another large swig of beer. “When I crawled back out of there, I… I guess Nate’s words stuck with me. I’ve got a lot of useful skills. I should use them to help make things a little better for people.”

Hancock raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that, sister. Sounds like you’re already puttin’ ‘em to good use.”

“I’m a little late,” said Hope, ruefully.

“So you overslept by two hundred years, it happens. You’re here now.” Hancock’s cheeky grin returned. “Guess we got lucky.”

Hope felt her own cheeks warming as she smiled. “Anyway, that’s why I joined the Minutemen. When Preston explained to me what they were about, I knew I could help. Hell, I can make more of a difference now than I could before the war.”

Hancock looked at her for a moment. Not a sultry, undressing-her-with-his-eyes look, but a real, soul-searching gaze. “Ya know, I think I’m gonna enjoy travelin’ with ya.”

Hope’s heart skipped. She was touched, but she covered it quickly with a smirk. “And here I thought you only wanted to come so you could stare at my ass.”

Hancock chuckled. “Oh, I’ll be doin’ plenty of that too, don’t you worry.”

“Scoundrel.”

“Only with my eyes, sunshine. Unless you say otherwise.” He added the last part with a wink. “By the way, change of topic. I gotta know - what did Bobbi tell ya her job was all about?”

Grateful for the change of topic, she began slicing into her roast brahmin again. “At first, just digging,” she said, between mouthfuls. “No further explanation. Later? That we were breaking into the storeroom of the Mayor of Diamond City.”

Hancock barked out a laugh. “That bastard? Damn, If she had been tellin’ the truth, I would’a joined in. Still, I’m surprised,” he said. “You don’t strike me as the thievin’ sort.”

“Ordinarily? I’m not,” said Hope, trying a slice of mashed tato with a satisfied little hum. “But that guy had it coming. The way I saw the Upper Stands people in that settlement treating everyone else…?” She huffed. “And McDonough was the worst of them. He reminds me of the politicians we had before the war. Smooth talking and arrogant, out for themselves, damn everyone else.”

“Yeah, sounds exactly like him,” Hancock muttered.

“He told me the Minutemen were irrelevant to Diamond City.” She put on a nasally imitation of his voice, which had Hancock chortling. “‘Diamond city already has the best security in the Commonwealth,’ blah, blah, blah… He wouldn’t help Nick and I when we needed a key to search an abandoned Upper Stands house, either. Said he ‘valued the privacy’ of his voters. Never mind the fact that his city is tearing itself apart in fear of the Institute, and we had an actual lead which could help take the fight to them. Stealing from him seemed like it would be doing the world a favour.”

Hancock stood, clapping her on the shoulder. “And for that, sister, you’ve earned yourself a bottle of the top shelf whiskey.”

“Speakin’ of stealin’ shit,” said Hancock, as he returned from behind the bar with two shot classes and an amber bottle of pre-war whisky he’d been saving for a special occasion, “what’s the story with that line this mornin’ about bad influences?”

Hope took a swig of the whiskey, and an electric shiver zinged through Hancock when she moaned at the flavour.

“Ooh, that’s really nice,” she sighed. “God damn. Hmm. Where to start… How much do you know about the world before the bombs?”

“Not too much, but a bit more than most,” Hancock replied. “I spend a lot of time hangin’ around pre-war ghouls. Picked up a few stories here and there. From what I can tell, it was a hell of a lot nicer than this mess, but to hear Daisy talk, it was a long way from perfect.”

“It was fucking Eden compared to this mess,” said Hope, a shadow falling across her eyes. “The people in power were what spoiled it.” Hancock poured her another glass of whiskey and she knocked it back with another little shiver. “Thanks,” she said. Hancock smiled and gestured for her to continue, topping up her glass again. “I was a hippie,” said Hope. “And not just the chill-and-do-drugs kind of hippie - though I did a lot of that, too,” she added with a laugh. “I was one of the loud, outspoken hippies the people with power absolutely hated. Marched in anti-war protests, blocked traffic, broke into government storehouses, helped hack a few classified databases… even found myself in a riot or two.”

Hancock whistled in approval. Hope grinned and continued her story.

“I fell into that crowd because their ideals matched mine, and I loved the idea of that free, live-as-you-please way of life, but I never really intended for it to go as far as it did. I just… met the right people. The ones with a bit more passion, a bit more courage, who bought out those qualities in me. People like you,” she said, and Hancock felt his stomach flutter and plummet all at once, because what the fuck? He wasn’t that person, and he suddenly dreaded her finding that out. “My parents called them ‘bad influences’,” Hope continued. “I think they were the best people I ever met.”

She sipped at her whiskey again, a fierce, defiant edge to her expression.

“I lost my job over it. Got arrested at a protest. I wasn’t doing anything outright illegal - at least not that time - so they couldn’t charge me. But the good ol’ US government didn’t appreciate its employees speaking out against it. Can’t have a park ranger chanting about how violently annexing a peaceful neighbour for the sake of fucking resources is a shitty thing to do.” She looked up at him, and her sour frown turned into a sardonic grin. “It’s a bad look.”

They both laughed, and Hancock raised his glass in a toast toward her before knocking back its contents.

“You’re a pre-war fuckin’ hippie with a taste for revolution?” he said, eyes sparkling. “And you’re hot. How the fuck are you even real?”

“I could just be a hallucination,” she teased, leaning in. “Too much Daytripper and hard liquor. You could be talking to Charlie.”

Hancock absolutely lost it at that, melting into the couch as they both dissolved into helpless laughter.

“Fuckin’… goddamn,” he said, once he had breath enough to talk. “I’m gonna be real mad if this is all one big jet flashback.”

“Same,” said Hope, wiping away tears. “Fuck, I haven’t laughed so much since way before the war. I’m glad you’re coming with me.”

“Oh, you’re gonna have a hell of a time gettin’ rid of me,” said Hancock. He filled both their glasses raised his again. “You’ll have to forgive me butcherin’ how this is supposed to sound, it ain’t my line and I only heard it a few times from an old ghoul, but - viva la revolution!”

“Viva la revolution!” Hope echoed, in disjointed chorus. “Didn’t work out last time, but hey,” she winked, passion and fire glinting through the bar light reflected in her eyes. “This time, I’m building an army.” 

She knocked back her whisky again.

“Round. Fucking. Two.”

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

[zombiecakes]

15,17,27,28,29!!,37,49,52,55,59,64 🥺 (sorry lol)

APOLOGY NOT ACCEPTED (srsly tho never apologize for making me gush about my babies lmao 💕)

This is gonna be long tho, so under cut 😂

Also some plotline spoilers in here, for those who haven't done stuff like Nuka World.

15. What is their proudest moment / accomplishment?

After he killed Mason, he got a pat on the back from Nisha. He always saw her as the biggest threat to his personal safety as Overboss, so having her support definitely helps him sleep at night.

17. Do they have a job? How do they make a living?

SHAKIN DOWN DEM FARMERS. Basically, everyone and their mother just sends him tribute now as Overboss, so he swimmin in caps 😎

27. What faction(s) are they a member of / allied with?

RAIDERS. It's actually becoming an issue, because he sees the Institute as a threat, and his own gang isn't equipped to bust their way in there. He just got a vision from Mama Murphy that he should ask the Brotherhood for help, which is probs his only reasonable option. (He's HELLA paranoid of synths and would probably burn down the Railroad if he found it DISCLAIMER I DO NOT SHARE HIS VIEWS LOL and he already alienated the Minutemen soooo yeah…) He also really respects and trust Murphy the Madwoman, so he's probs gonna take that advice… at least until he gets what he wants.

28. What faction(s) do they despise?

Oops, I already answered this one lol. See above.

29. What is their moral alignment / karma?

Not pulling punches here: Zirk is evil. He lets fear and selfishness run his life, resulting in the suffering of others. He has a small handful of people he gives a shit about, but I don't think that redeems him. Almost all “good” things he does are still motivated by selfish intentions.

37. What is the worst injury they have experienced?

Zirk has been thru some shit. He didn't turn into the shitty little monster he is because his life was rainbows and sunshine. I would say, consistently ending up as the lowest rung on the social ladder in any group he was part of, and all of the abuses that entailed (for example, his teeth tattoos), were collectively his “worst injury”.

49. What item(s) do they always have on their person?

His glasses! Boy is blind as a bat (one of the things, along with his smaller/delicate stature, that made him a target for most of his life). Finding nice, VATS-connected spectacles when he was looting Vault 111 a couple years ago was a life-changer for him.

52. Can they swim?

Well enough… although it probs isn't too pretty to watch.

55. Are they past, present, or future oriented?

This is a cool question 🤔 I would say up until very recently, present-oriented, because he was constantly scrounging around for his next meal or hit. Recently, however, his gang has swept across the Commonwealth, and he's had to think further ahead so that he can feed his raiders and maintain his safety as top dog. This is not a task he enjoys doing, so he often leaves the minutiae to Gage 💕

59. Do they idolize anything / anyone?

Mama Murphy. She is the first person he's ever met who truly knows and sees him as he is, and she cares for him anyway. This is more important to him than he could ever say, but she doesn't need him to say it 💕

He's also IN LOVE with Gage (not that he'd ever use those words, even to himself), and he really respects and relies on him.

64. How / where do they generally sleep?

The how/where is actually a similar question for him!! He usually falls asleep wherever he can (bed, sleeping bag, large pile of soft dirt), but often around 2-3am, he tends toward night terrors, and often goes sleepwalking/crawling into the nearest small, enclosed space. He knows he does this, so he rarely ever goes to sleep nearby another person. Gage has only witnessed this a couple times, and while familiar with ptsd (raiders have tough lives and rough upbringings, I suspect), he still doesn't know exactly what to do when Zirk does this shit.

[thornfield13713]

So, how long was Georgia's tenure as General, in the end? And how did the Minutemen take her skipping out on them out of the blue?

I'm headcanoning Georgia as having been Minutemen general for a little less than three years before she steps down. She got the job in early November of 2287, the Institute were defeated in September of 2288, the Brotherhood in November of that year. Throw in a six-month timeskip before Nuka-World, and another few months before the start of the Vault 88 questline, which in-universe took a few months, and then add another year's timeskip before Far Harbour. Georgia is thirty-six at the start of this story, and nearly forty by its end.

As for how the Minutemen took it...honestly, I'm not sure it was that much of a surprise. Maybe that it happened then, but not that it was coming. Not the young, starry-eyed ones perhaps, but the old hands, and particularly the people who spend a lot of time at the Castle and thus see a lot of Georgia...well, they'll probably all have seen a few cases where a person just could not keep going. And look at the sequence of events here - the Institute is destroyed, and Georgia's son dies. I don't know if her son's identity was widely known, but that her son died is something she's very open about. And then there's that period of attempted diplomacy with the Brotherhood, trying to get them to pack up and leave without a fight. That goes badly, and ends with the Prydwen getting shot down, which...it's generally agreed to have been necessary, but also visibly took a lot out of her, after all her efforts to get them to leave peacefully, and how those efforts were let down by her own past decisions, including the idea of spying on them in the first place. And then Nuka-World happened, and- sure, it was very impressive, definitely showed that she still had the old magic, but it was a lot of stress. She's been throwing herself into work rather than processing her grief, and that's clearly been running her down for a while.

And, you know, she's been spending a lot of those timeskips working on trying to get the Minutemen into a state where if she were to die or retire, the Minutemen would be able to carry on without relying on her personal charisma. A lot of careful work with Preston and Ronnie Shaw and the various Minutemen colonels to figure out a system to prevent another situation like the organisation's dissolution after General Becker's death, including how to choose a new general. It's been pretty clear for a while that she's been considering what's going to happen after she's gone, and also that she's been burning the candle at both ends and there's only so long that can last before she burns out. The only question is whether she has a breakdown or just straight-up dies.

Honestly, psychologically speaking, retirement was probably the best thing for her. Her legend has grown over her tenure as General, and that legend, and the duties that go with the job, have been a convenient excuse not to reckon with her grief, and all of that has done a number on her. Now, as a private citizen, she can deal with all of that without feeling guilty for letting down the position or neglecting her duty. In addition to it relieving the pressure to live up to the idealised image her men have of her, because that was definitely a thing by the end. She's still got meaningful work, and colleagues she can rely on, and her reputation will always be with her, but a lot of the pressure is off, and she has more space to just be a middle-aged woman who's lost her entire family and who doesn't always need to have all the answers.

And...it's also a good moment for her in a more complicated 'I shall diminish, and go into the west, and remain Galadriel' sense. Because half of why she stepped down was because she could see where the path she was on was leading after her decisions at Far Harbour. She's always been a little prone to ends justifying the means - see all that lying and betraying she got up to throughout the game - but the events of Far Harbour really made her reckon with that tendency, and just where that model of decision-making could end. Particularly after seeing the way that the memory of having made that decision once made it easier for DiMA to make it again. She didn't want any part of that for the Minutemen, and the best way to achieve that was to remove herself as a factor.

[oneacearmy]

Why does the Sole Survivor betray the Commonwealth to join the Nuka World Raiders?

So I’ve recently replayed the nuka world dlc and it got me thinking. What could drive Sole to betray all they have work for in the main game like that? What happened in main game for them to do this? What made them change sides?

Sole is a prewar person with strong morals who wanted to stop the war and was ready to become a whole ass activist to stop it.

Then, they join a faction that helps people one way or another, they rebuild the commonwealth one settlement at a time and even if they show violent tendencies or greed or even apathy, you still have to do the right thing (a general right thing like stopping a murdered by killing them instead of making him see the error of his ways). So throught the whole game they are helpful and want to build something.

 So, why do they became a raider? REVENGE.

Sole already visited nuka world and became overboss, or at least had some contact with Gage and the raiders. They leave when they ask them to take over the commonwealth because they still have friends and family in there. Also, big morals.

I imagine a Sole whose main faction ordered them to blow the Institute and they refused. A Sole that wanted to rescue their son and save the scientists but whose faction saw this as betrayal or a coop. All those scientists were at fault for creating the synths, for abusing technology, for the disaperences and the deaths, of the fear that took a hold of the Commonwealth as a whole. All of them deserved to fall with their home. None of them deserved redemption.

Sole is mad that this is the hill their faction decided to died on. They try to go against them anyway, sneaking letters or sending another companion to get the scientists to run. But the faction catches on almost immediately and acts on their plan to avoid any more obstacles. Maybe the companion they trusted ratted them out. I want to see multiple companions against Sole and their resolve to save the Institute.

Imagine Sole being grabbed by their arms on top of the mass fussion building while the faction stand over the detonator, repeating their monologue while Soul just cries. A quiet cry with tears running down their face. And then the faction approach the detonator and Sole just starts screaming, they elbow their captors and tackles the faction leader and starts beating them while screaming bloody murder about how they trusted them, how after everything they gave the faction still chooses their paranoia over their true enemies and about how they betray their oath of protecting the commonwealth when they are about to destroy a large part of it. If romanced (Deacon or Preston) then they also yell how they thought he cared about them and their situation but he only cares about his own mission.

The rest of the faction catches them again and hold them down while the faction finally detonates the bomb. Sole struggles, yells and cries. After a few minutes they keep quiet and rests their forehead on the ground, promising to end this faction and make all who were with them PAY. (This includes settlements like Abernathy, Finch Farm or even the Slog) .

The faction lets them go since they had a huge part on their victory. Maybe they demote them or full on expell them but Sole gets to walk away.

Sole takes dogmeat and goes straight to nuka world. They are going to burn this city to the ground. The Commonwealth took their baby and there was hell to pay.

... extra points if that faction was the minutemen and Sole is just disgusted by the doble morals. (also applied to the railroad and Desdemona that treats the courses as ITS even though they are synths too)

[vault81]

Hi, a little bit new but I love your fallout OC's! For the 60 questions, how about #3, #41, and #55?

Welcome!! and thank you sm! It makes me so happy when people end up loving my lil blorbos!!! (you didn't specify which oc so im gonna do all 3 if that's ok?)

(60 OC Questions Ask)

- [3] What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

Jack: For Jack I would say the emotion he has the hardest time with is anger, not just because he hates feeling angry and the way it affects him physically, feeling dizzy, tensing up, trembling etc. The thing he hates most is the way he deals with it (or doesn't) he's the kinda person to just bottle up those emotions until they go away themselves, not having a healthy way of venting them out. Which, sometimes, leads to him just exploding and lashing out at people he isn't angry at! Of course, he'll immediately feel bad for doing so and apologise (cue bear hug and tearful apologies) This being said though, Jack does not get angry easily! You really have to try to get him cross, the best you'll usually get is annoyed! I also think the older he gets, the better he'll get at dealing with this.

Eliza: In Eliza's case, I'd definitely say the one she has the biggest time dealing with is guilt, overwhelming guilt. She's worked hard at building up her spiky, flippant exterior, but underneath all that is someone who cares deeply for the world and the people around her! And because of this she's always being weighed down by guilt, the guilt of never feeling like she's done enough, that she's letting her friends and family down. But most of all, she feels guilt for the way she's left things with her father, before she could apologise for the way she treated him as a kid, and forgive him for abandoning her. And the guilt of abandoning Arthur Maxson, the person she swore she'd protect from the Brotherhood and that she'd always be there for.

Stephen: I'd say Stephen's hardest emotion to deal with is stress, he's carrying so much on his lil shoulders! Not only does he have to find his nephew Shaun, he's the General of the Minutemen, Knight of the Brotherhood of Steel, a Railroad Agent and (Part-Time) Detective! He has so many fires that are all demanding his attention, he's stretched thin all over the Commonwealth, not to mention the fact he's also dying and only has a limited amount of time to do all this. He's lucky he has Danse and all his friends to deal with this, but it does take a massive toll on his physical and mental well-being. Danse encourages, forces him to take breaks the first time he gets sick from all the stress.

- [41] What’s their usual morning routine?

Jack: he is very much a lazy morning person, you will not physically get this man out of bed before 10pm (if you even try he'll drag you into bed with him), would lounge in bed for as long as he can before he has to get up. He'll drag himself to the kitchen before having breakfast lunch and running out the house while brushing his teeth, because odd's are that he's definitely late for whatever he had going on that day!

Eliza: She is very much a morning person, like early morning person. Most days she'll be up by 4/5AM, it doesn't take her long to wake up either (she's an insomniac too, so chances are she probably hasn't slept) after a quick cold shower and skin care (mainly around the scar where her left eye used to be) she'll be fed, dressed and out the house to start the day!

Stephen: I'd say Stephen is also a morning person, but not by choice. As much as he would love to stay in bed cuddling Danse, he has an entire militia to run. He probably has the quickest morning routine compared to the others, very rehearsed to be as efficient as possible so he can be on his way quicker! Wakeup -> Shower -> Get Dressed -> Leave. He finds it easier to just skip breakfast all together (it also makes him feel nauseous in the morning) Danse probably ends up joining him during this routine so he actually gets ready properly.

- [55] How long does it take for them to make a new place feel like home, and what do they need for it?

Jack: I feel like for Jack, a place can feel like home pretty quickly, as much as he travels and is constantly moving he can really settle in and make a place his. He mainly does this by making a place smell like home! He probably doesn't look it, but he's big on scents! Likewise, he needs for himself and his home to smell nice, or he can't properly settle in. I feel like he'd stick to more basic scents though for his home, so it'd probably smell like Vanilla or Fresh Linens, anything that'll remind him of his time in the Vault.

Eliza: for Eliza it takes her a while to warm up to a space and make it feel like home, like Jack she's always travelling and on the move. So why bother decorating if she's just going to move out in a week or so? It'd probably take her a couple of months to finally really settle into a place long term, she does this with clutter! Eliza is a hoarder, if she feels like anything has some kind of value, be that monetary or sentimental, she'll keep it! This means over time, her home will just start filling with clutter. To her, it makes the place feel cosy and lived in.

Stephen: for Stephen, I'd say he's more middle ground, doesn't take as long as Eliza but also isn't as quick as Jack, give him around a week or 2 before really settling in. And for a place to feel like a home to Stephen, it needs people! What's the point of having a home if it's empty? So he fills his home with friends and family! It ends up being a communal meeting place for his friends, always full of laughter and conversation. It adds a certain warmth to his home that Stephen just can't be settled in without! (It being in central Diamond City helps too)

[zirawrites]

I liked your romanced companions reacting to sole cheating. How would they react to being cheated on with one another? Like sole is cheating on x with y, it would be a little extreme to get with all companions at once.

Here is the reaction that inspired this post in case anyone wants to read it :)

I chose which companion Sole had an affair with at random, hope this was what you were looking for! I agree that their canon harem always rubbed me the wrong way lol

Cait: Cait’s cheeks flushed as red as her hair. She had Sole cornered in the Third Rail, Magnolia’s jazz sounding more like grating white noise than a melodic song. “Ya cheated on me with MacCready? That grubby, shit-for-brains, no-good cave-dwelling merc?” Cait nearly punched herself in the face wiping away a fallen tear. “I always thought he was sweet on me, but it was just to keep me from thinkin you two were sleeping together. Get out of my damn life, Sole. I didn’t deserve that.”

Curie: Curie could have stomached Sole’s infidelity if it was an anonymous drifter. Some wastelander who they’d met at a bar or during a supply run. But Piper? She was Curie’s friend, too. How could she be so naive? “I suppose I have more to learn about humans than I thought before.” Curie shoved her things in a scavenged duffle bag, her back turned away from Sole. “Do not try to find me. Either of you. I already feel foolish enough.”

Danse: Danse had always feared he wouldn’t be enough for Sole. He had never dated before. Never been in love. Was never sure if he held Sole too tightly, or at an arm’s length. But when Sole admitted they had been sleeping with Preston, he wondered if he ever held their attention at all. “I didn’t take Preston as an adulterer,” Danse admitted, his teeth grit together. “Ironic how you two could do so good for the Commonwealth, yet betray your inner circle so harshly.”

Deacon: Deacon rarely missed details. He knew whenever a Railroad agent cut their hair two inches, or when Carrington changed the brand of antiseptics he used to clean medical supplies, or whether Desdemona was in a mood just judging by her posture. That was why he was so shocked he never picked up that Sole was cheating on him with Curie. “She’s a good gal,” Deacon said flatly, his shades pushed up to the skin between his eyes. “Shame she doesn’t know what a bastard you are.”

Hancock: The mayor was all about having a good time, but only when both parties consented. He had never given Sole permission to stray from their monogamous relationship, let alone with Cait. “So you two were fine huffing my chems and drinking my wine all while fucking under my roof?” He dismissed Sole with a curt wave of his ghoulified hand. “Get out of Goodneighbor, Sunshine. And don’t come back.”

MacCready: MacCready had told Sole he’d follow her until the day he died. They had swapped stories of their deceased spouses. Cleaned each other’s wounds. Shared a bed. But nothing hurt more than knowing Sole had cheated on him with Danse; someone he didn’t like, but still a man who was in their inner circle. “Don’t touch me!” MacCready slapped Sole’s hand from his arm, eyes brimming with hot tears. “Fuck off to the Prydwyn and go live your happily ever after.” He didn’t care about swearing. Duncan would understand.

Preston: The general could hardly look at Sole. He had trusted them with the Minutemen. Trusted them with his heart. And Sole had betrayed everything Preston felt secure within. “Hancock, really?” His voice warbled, on the verge of breaking. “Am I really so boring that you need your thrills with the Commonwealth’s craziest mayor?” He didn’t mean the insult. Hell, he had half a mind to apologize to Hancock later. But while Sole’s love brought out the best in him, their betrayal coaxed out his worst.

Piper: “Boy am I stupid.” Piper gave a clipped laugh that shook at the end. “All this time you’ve been helping me write about synths replacing humans, and you’ve been sleeping with one all along.” She was talking about X6-88; a damn courser for crying out loud. “Were you just waiting to swap me with some machine? Is X6 playing you, or are we both just playing ourselves?”

Nick: “I suppose only the Commonwealth’s greatest secret agent could pull one over on its greatest detective.” Nick’s voice was flat, his joke humorless. “I hope you and Deacon are very happy, Sole. Honestly. Just stay out of my way and we won’t have a problem.”

X6-88: X6 was more disgusted with Sole’s choice of lover than their actual affair. Nick Valentine was a Gen 2 synth. As a courser, X6 was superior to him in every way. “I suppose you have less taste than I thought.” He had nothing more to say. X6 was happy to go back to the Institute and ask Father for another courser to be reassigned as Sole’s bodyguard.

[makahimetenshi]

May i use your shower? Paladin Danse x Sole Survivor Fanfic

This is the 1 part of a series of fics im writing lately, the order will be:

This one: May I use your shower?

Volver a tener algo

Addicted to Chems

Traumas at the Commonwealth

Being awake

Since im in a rampage writing with this new ship I want to make some announcements

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  Danse suddlenly wake up, lost and alarmed when the door of his private quarters open out of nothing in the middle of his sleep. Is not like he was a paranoid or anything but any good soldier was always ready for action and he had a laser gun hiding to the side of his night table…what? Isn’t that normal? Jeez

He quickly sat on the bed pointing the laser gun to whatever it was with his vision getting used to the light of the corridors and…a blue and yellow tall dot…he sighted using his other hand to clean his eyes and clean the vision, sighting tired, oh my god not again…

-Soldier what the hell? –screamed Danse still with the gun pointing at him, the other man raise up his hands a bit looking to the other side.

-What? An stressfull day at the brotherhood again?

Yeah Nate you can come to take a shower to my quarters whenever you want…it would be fun Danse say…jeez then he took this lackfull of respect manner of coming at any hour to use his bathroom like it really was his! With absolutely no respect! Nate didn’t understand ranks or manners in the brotherhood even if he was a USA veteran…or didn’t care enough to pretend understand…or was playing dumb to do whatever in the brotherhood…still, what a very bad idea to suggest that like it was something small…the man have no boundaries to use the resources around him! No shame at all! No consideration to others! With such little shame he could be a cannibal any of this days

-Its 3am! -he screamed and see a smirk in the other man face, then tired he trow the weapon to the nightstand and make a sign with the hands to let him pass in, the knight closed the door behind him and Danse turn on the light next to his bed-we left at the cafeteria! You went to sleep! –he was frustrated, how dare the knight to interump his sleep so shamesly

-And I did, I went to bed early and started to look out things in my pip-boy…then I heard an alert in liberty radio about a supermutant attack in Country Crossing and went to help –Danse sighted, its not like he didn’t care about his…friend job as General of the Minutemen but…I mean it wasn’t the cause of the brotherhood in specific, like, if you are not in the brotherhood you are no one…It was a good cause but not like he cared that much…admirable? Yes but…

-And why the hell are you here? –its not like it was a surprise, he was covered in mud…and for the smell it seems like supermutant blood in someparts, it was a very recognizable and strong smell.

-Well when I heard the alert it was 22:30 and luckily it was close to go and help, since it was a bother to put them to work at this hours I did get some gifts for the pilots and took a vertibird to that place and arrived almost 23…took me more than I expected and ended with the orde almost at midnight…and then I was too…energic…lets end it like that and wanted to walk and feel the fresh night air…and walked here, to Boston Airport…from Country Crossing to here…

-Jet? –asked Danse sighthing again, tired, disappointed…

-Nono…not chems…-Nate looked at his GRA and moved it a bit, with a bitter smile-rush in action…I don’t know how to express it…-the paladin didn’t care too much right now, he would normally do and make a fuss about it but…he yawned and give the knight every information he needed-anyway can I use your…

-Yes! Whatever! Let me sleep! –the paladin trow himself to the bed and cover again, hearing the man walking to the bathroom.

It was funny because he only used the shower in his room, Nate was really serious about washing himself with soap and shampoo, he was so incensed about the fact that in the public showers never ever ever was a soap bar to be seen…less shampoo…to wash in only water he said he rather bath in Sanctuary rivers…when Danse told him that he would get sick in radiation Nate told him something weird about not getting affected after he level up or something he didn’t understand and didn’t get too deep in…

Anyway, closing his eyes, he found sleep again…

Not much because an hour later according to the digital red clock on the nightstand a really nice smell to perfume wake him up lightly…mmm was that the smell of the floor cleaner he used on his bathroom? His eyes slowly wake up, it was a strong smell to wake him up and make him stay awake but not bother too much, still, wasn’t good to be interrupted again.

As his eyes slowly open, the light of the bathroom hit them, took a moment to be amused and clear his vision once again until he saw something…at least strange…

Door open with the light of the bathroom on, Nate naked looking himself at the mirror, arms against the mirror, face and eyes looking at his reflection with a really serious face…what the hell…

Danse had the privilege to have a body big mirror, and there it was the knight…looking at himself…naked…apparently…meditating about something…

Why Nate was so strange sometimes…apparently he didn’t notice he was awake…the man was lost in his own thoughts…

Its not like he had a problem with nudity, less with other mans, as a soldier you learn how to share…and be around…and live with other partners to be prepared to extreme conditions but surely this wasn’t normal!

Still, maybe it was because he thinked he wasn’t aware of this, after all, Nate told him that the lack of privacy was something that really was on his nerves after waking up 200 years in the future…and the lack of proper showers…and cleaning in general…

The paladin was laying on his bed, covered like he was still sleeping, hiding his face and open eyes in the dark, controlling himself to not make a sound that would alert the knight…

Nate was a pretty decent man, normal, generic someone would say…relatable…he had one of those faces…not so tall…not so muscle…slim enough but not a stick…the man could walk, jump, climb, swim, fight, punch and whatever and be always the same, they meet a few months ago, do a lot of stuff together, travel to a lot of places just waking and hiking and never see a process or a downgrade on his physical state at all…it was weird to see big people…he saw them on pictures and records of the brotherhood, big people, fat, have so much food that their body changes around that fact…well that was…certainly hard to see, even he as a paladin never had a season of full stomach…hunger was a thing in the wasteland and of course Nate wouldn’t get body fat specially if he refused to eat rad fresh food…but he never see the man go thinn neither so…

Something caught his attention looking at his body, and yawning he sit up in the bed and get up from it, the other man semeed to notice, at first, a bit scared because he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings and out of nothing there was sounds again, then, a bit ashamed, cheeks blushing because he was with his guard low and all exposed, and then put a nerveous smile, better not say anything about the fact he was naked and the paladin may not notice…of course he noticed it but better play dumb…both mans wew after all and in the military it wasn’t a big thing…right? Right…still, being around so displayed around the paladin make him a bit nerveous, it wasn’t intentional, this didn’t happened on purpose…

-After the shower I clean the floor a bit to take out the water and put some floor liquid, didn’t spect to have any fragrance, that take me for surprise –Danse was clearly very sleepy, eyes almost closed and with a very woobly expression, maybe he noticed but it wasn’t the big thing…

-This one looks ugly –the paladin posed a hand over a very actually very big bruise between his hip and waist on the side of his body, Nate jumped a bit with his cheeks going full red, not expecting that, but at seeing Danse face examinating only what he was looking at he sighted, better not have wrong ideas…

Gosh since a while Nate feeled like drooling around that big man, he once “flirted” fooling around and the paladin took it so seriously…that response make the knight wake up feelings on his chest he thought he buried…with Noras dead body on the vault 111.

But no, not right now, he was only cautivated because Danse was charming and make his thoughts go to places he never expect…but it wasn’t intentional from him, Danse was Danse right now…it wasn’t a courtship, he was just worried about his wounds like he did always like a very caring person…or his officer in command more specifically…

-It has a pair of days, I just bruise very violet –the man had a very serious face…inspecting his skin and colors, the hand closed his fingers around that place and Nate had to control himself to not gasp in surprise, its okay...he was just misleading things…Danse wasn’t doing anything…the paladin pressed some fingers on the violet spot and then rise them, seeing the skin change colours from yellow to violet…

-Does it hurt? –the deep on his voice was totally playing on him, ah…he was so confused how he feeled around the paladin…

-Only if I spin in that direction or press it…is just a bruise…-unintentional, Nate looked for his eyes, for his very manly face, getting amazed by every detail of it…his scars, the look of his beard, how big his lips were, the colours of his entire face…he was in trance looking at him, still, ashamed of getting caught by the man who was only worried about his injuries…

They were too close, this feeled like a very intimate moment, he could even feel Danse warm breath so close…

-Check on knight Cade in the morning, he will help –Nate nooded at the command, and went strange when the man stayed in silence simply with the hand over his skin, moving slowly his fingers in little tips spots, I mean I was a very big stain but…

A heat pressed against his chest, making his head all hot…

Gosh he wanted that entire arm around his waist at least

-was I too loud? –Nate asked to think in another thing- sorry to wake you up

-No, it was the fragrance of the floor cleaner, recognized and wake up, don’t worry- then, his face went up, Nate followed his eyes with his, feeling a bit intimidated for how tall he was…and how vulnerable he feeled like this under him…-what were you doing before? Posing in front of the mirror in silence…

-Ah…-Nate laughted a bit ashamed- thinking…just thinking…the word I was looking before it was adrenaline…it was on the tip on my tongue…-Danse looked at him confused- after beathing up 7 supermutants with the power fist in a rampage i…cannot stop…like…its 4am almost and I still feel so awake…wanting to do a lot stuff…cannot stop my body…I need to calm down a bit but I still don’t feel the urge to rest…or do nothing…even after walking 3 hours on the road back here…just need to calm…

-Walk the road? On night? That’s serious soldier, its dangerous not only because of raiders but imagine if a Deathclaw or anything else…

-yesyesyes I know but no one stopped me and I cant stop myself either…theres not much too loot around Country Crossing so I can neither put my overexited ass to work and help around so…I need to calm a bit…im breathing yeah? –he laughted a bit, Danse looked mad, disappointed again

-Are you done in the bathroom? Move, I want to pee –saying nothing Nate went away and moved to the bedroom, heard the paladin do stuff there and then got annoyed with himself, now he had to interrupt again…

-Sorry I forgot my clothes and…-he looked at Danse, sitting in the toilet- you pee sit?

-What? Theres a problem? I do the cleaning of my own room I refuse to clean pee if I lost control by being sleepy, its more smart this way–jeez he was dense today so early in the morning, the conversation cut the stream even.

Its not like Danse wasn’t ashamed of being around the naked man, in fact it was getting on his nerves but it wasn’t either a big deal…a bit annoying maybe

-No, I think is cute- Nate laughted a bit at him, making the paladin get frustrated.

-Stop fooling around and get some clothes from my drawer already-Nate slurped some saliva and went back to the room

-Yes sir…

After coming out Danse sighted at looking at him, using a white shirt an some joggers with wet hair sitting in bed…

-I know you said you cant sleep but…

-Hey! I want to do something! -the tone on Nates voice called the other man attention, looking at him-sit and wait a moment please? –again, Danse yawned tired, he really wanted to continue sleeping not have this...

He sat on the bed and after hearing the water running in the bathroom a bit Nate went into the bedroom with a…wet towel?

-What…-he mumble, pretty tired…

-I…since a while a noticed your face is very orange…-what the hell Nate how you dare to occupy my bathroom and then insult me- i want to know if its just a poor skin care hygiene…sunburns…redspots…or if is just the way your natural skin are…sometimes your lips even turn gray and its rare to see –Danse sighted, and make signs to let him know he was okay with it, Nate went forward and take the mans face by the chin, surprising Danse at how strange that was.

Ok this was…weird…at least…now his face will turn red no matter what…

-It’s a towel with just soap? –his nose helped him a bit, still, he tried to act normal but his eyes moved and looked for Nate ones…

-Well skin care products for woman and the petit man doesn’t exist anymore…its not about the product but how you wipe in the skin anyway…-Nate used to do this for Nora, he loved helping her by the end of the day, not like it was a necessary task to help other person but he liked the moment they spent together laughting, Nate often tickled her and he loved hearing her laught…

Nate sighted, noticing Danse eyes onto him, then blushed a bit and started to cares his face with the towel.

From the neck up and down to the jaw all the sides…then going up all the way from the cheeks to the forehead…

-Its feels nice-Danse said, it was clearly relaxing, even with his eyes open not wanting to loose a moment of that gaze it feeled nice on the skin, even with the beard on the way all up his ears.

It was funny to wipe and refresh his skin with the big beard, unlike him Danse didn’t shaved, and it was okay, he had a cool beard, suited him well…make him more handsome…

-Im glad the water isn’t too cold…

His hand was down his jaw, having him locked in place to work, sure, Danse can close his eyes and focus on the sensation but…Nate was so close now…he didn’t want to loose nothing of this moment…

Without noticing, Danse made his way sitting better and more confortable onto the bed, opening his legs, and Nate, without noticing either, went forward and stand  between them, to be more close, still, caressing his head and face around.

Danse feeled an urge to be more close, and he cant explain to himself why he felt that anxiety in the chest now…like when you want to eat but you are not hungry enougtht to eat…it was anxiety and need to be…more close…to have his chest on his neck and keep looking at his face…

Surely his skin feeled more fresh, his forehead was more colder, so whatever Nate was doing was effective…

-This is refreshing…-Nate smiled, moving the towel with the tip of his fingers onto his nose and cheeks, being carefull.

-I had a bit of suspicion that it was redness because of how grey your lips turned after a while…before the war we used to have skin care products to fix this kind of problems, sometimes they were long term threatments, sometimes products that will work one time but not everyday…some products will be scams so people will waste their money just because they looked modern and pretty but not do anything to fix any actual problem…

It was interesting hearing Nate talk about before the war, but as a brotherhood soldier he wasn’t interested in data like that, he will only relay on information written by the scribes…not storytelling…

-Never heard about having redness with knight Cade…

-Yeah I don’t think that having a nice skin is a real worry on the wastelands…

-Skin cancer is a real thing here you know? With all the radiation around

-And skin cancer was a thing before you were even planned youngling –Danse laughted, it really was funny the…age difference between them…-it was from the sun and not…atomic war radiation…still…redness in the face is not about skin cancer

Then the paladin felt Nates hand cupping on his cheek, making him jumping on surprise, not expecting that, still, he could see how he was “working” and paying attention on what he was doing.

-Sorry, a bit cold-said the paladin to excuse himself for jumping.

-You know who also has weird skin colors? Haylen, man whenever I look at her she looks yellow, her lips are so pale, like theres no bloodstream under her skin…

Well that was a strange coment?

-Scribe Haylen? Do you like her?-what? we were talking about a woman now?

-Im talking about your Haylen, the one from your squad –Danse raise an eyebrow, and at seeing that Nate stopped a bit not getting in what was wrong.

-Yeah…do you like her? –his Haylen? What the hell…he didn’t understand…

-I don’t think so? I don’t know her that much

-You said something about her lips

-Its just a comment Danse

-Its weird to look at people lips if you are not interested…

-Well I looked at yours! –Nate realized what he said, and stopped for a sec…then the towel moved to the front of his nose and eyelids making Danse close the eyes of course in surprise…ah…he didn’t want that…he wanted to look at him…what was that before…On their own, his hands went up, looking to hug his waist…but before letting them drop Nate went a few steps back, taking out the towel of his eyes, and didn’t realize what the paladin was trying to do…

That’s it, he embarrassed himself enough for this night, its enough, he should go.

-What? –it wasn’t his intention to look so…rejected and lost but then open his eyes and look at him so far.

-Here you go, you look more pale now, definetly wasn’t sunburns, pre-war my wife would recommend you some refreshing masks to avoid this but…that doesn’t exist anymore…-a bittersweet taste came from the bottom of his throat at saying that, Nate trowed the towel on the bathroom at the distance and went to grab the stuff he left behind before getting in the shower- you definetly look better now…

-Are you going to sleep or…?

-Don’t feel like it, im still rushing in adrenaline –Danse looked at him disappointed, touching his now cold face- I did leave you a little something, you act all thought here in the brotherhood but you like to drink, theres some whiskys I found around there and there for you...-Nate pointed at one of the drawers, there was two bottles of whisky there wasn’t before…- ill give you this clothes back in the morning don’t worry, thanks for receiving me Sir. Sorry to wake you up.

Danse didn’t want him to leave, but in somepoint he did pressure Nate apparently and make him unconfortable…he see that…the man was grabbing all his things with no hands to keep holding more, the paladin stand up from the bed and helped him to make a little more space and balance so he can go with all his stuff…then open the door and Nate went out the room.

-Go with knight Cade in the morning! –said Danse before closing the door back at seeing the knight go in the corridors, he stand against the door and then touched his face with the palms of his hands, cold, fresh…and then look at his hand…the hand that touched Nate skin…he can still feel the texture and the curves of his manly body on it…

He just asked if he had any interest in Haylen as a beautifull woman…what the hell with yellow skin and no lip color…never put any attention in that…Since the man was a…recently widower never had to be seen interact like that with women…i mean he understanded why but he only wanted to know if she was a match.

Maybe if he was a match?...

When Nate asked him is he was going to be there to hold him I he ever need him…it blowed his head so bad…never had a parthner so…daring…

Danse went to the bathroom to take a last pee in the night and then crossed his face on the mirror. Damn, he did look different…sure the scars on his eyebrow, cheeks and eye were still there but is true he looked more pale…with less spots…less color…the three dots on his forehead were more white…what he always think it was just red cheeks it seemed to be soreness…bloodstream he said? He touched at his jaw, where Nate hand was holding him and reminded the feeling of being hold like that, just looking at his face…he was lost on that gaze…

He sighted against the mirror, making a little cloud on the glass.

The thought of them being hugged crossed his mind, one by the waist and the other by the jaw…then shook his head and take his pants down to sit and pee…he really had this fantasys lately whenever they were to close to each other and had a really good justification…

Then, a yawn…better go to sleep again, Nate may not sleep tonight but he will.

[fuzzydreamin]

Some Strong Headcanons: He can be quite verbose, using words that you would not expect a supermutant to pronounce, let alone understand. When he eventually figures out that the “Milk of Human Kindness” is a metaphor, he actually understands what it means, and joins the Minuteman to help people (and show his former brothers that the Minutemen are not to be messed with.)

Yes yes yes!

I am a big fan of Strong generally not liking talking and big words not because he doesn't understand but rather because he personally feels that it's a waste of time and that actions speak far louder. But he is fully capable of understanding and even speaking larger words if he puts in the effort, you've just gotta be patient when speaking with him.

That said, I think Strong also underestimates his own intelligence because he does pick up on things slower and his world view is so different from those around him, both his own kind and not, so he wonders if he is missing something everyone else isn't.

His differing worldview is part of what makes Strong so interesting to me, he is caught between the world of his brothers and the world of humans. He wants to find what makes humans capable of surviving and even thriving in a destroyed world that the super mutants inherintly believe they are better suited for, while believing humans should have simply rolled over and died when they destroyed it. Strong sees that humans have a drive and power to defy immense challenges and seeks to discover the meanings behind it so that he might bring it back to his brothers and increase their own chances of survival and improve their lifestyle. His brothers who don't care about why humans strive, why they cause the mutants so much issue, or why the super mutants should ever think to do anything differently, going so far as to plan Strongs brutal murder for daring to be open minded and think differently.

Strong is an outcast in both societies, yet instead of turning into a rogue unit set to fight either group he teams up with a scrappy human and their followers to better his own understanding of the world in hopes that he might one day have something worthwile to bring back to his brothers, or, failing that, that he might prove something within himself.

And Strong for sure knows that the 'Milk of Human Kindness' is a metaphor - in fact when Strong says he will 'drink milk' during our first conversation I believe he is knowingly using a metaphor himself and it's on us to understand that or take it literally. He doesn't know for sure what it is, but he knows it isn't like brahmin milk.

Not saying Strong is super smart, but he definitely isn't as dumb as he seems. He's just simple, doesn't like to articulate, and not particularly empathetic. He likes to get straight to the point and can't understand why others don't already know or see the things he does without having to discuss it.

Strong is the kind of person to just say something very profound and wonder why no one else came to the same conclusion already, as if the answers were obvious. And sometimes he says something very plainly violent or with misunderstanding of a situation or how something works. He definitely isn't a genius. But he's still always worth listening to and trying to understand. All of our companions are.

[druidgroves]

Hi there! I saw ur reblog of that oc ask post and am here to stare intently at you until I hear about your favorite little fellas(this is a joke btw dont feel nervous, I am not really staring at you) Also! Nice head banner, I take it a fan of fallout? So am i! I did notice in ur tags that it would be cool to drop some info about my own ocs and what do you know! I got some fallout buddies too(I'm assuming you have fallout ocs but I got no idea so pls tell if I'm right or not here lol)

If you'll like to hear, ive got about 7 or so fallout ocs? I've got One ghoul who I named vith, Shes my 76 vault dellwer who after roughly a year out in the wastes got unlucky and had a bomb drop on her head while doing her monthly shopping trip to white springs. Then I got my 101 vautie naned minx! She was a somewhat bratty daddy's girl and nearly died while trying to find her dad. While on deaths door this... Thing/eldritch horror manges to convice her to let it in and they're do the hard work of finding her dad for her. She agrees and the smoggy radiation filled thing claws inside her and takes over. Minx as she was fades to the background and the Thing slowly learns how to be human.

Next up is my complicated family Trio of "solo" survivors. First of which is Six! She ended up accidentally released 10 years earlier than the normal Fallout 4 time frame and instead of heading down into sanctuary and fulfilling the main quest line she turned tails and runs away. She eventually find her finds her way all the way over to New Vegas picks up at a courier job and get shot in the head. Six as she now goes by cant remember anything of her life before that bullet and after finishing up everything under sun she can in Vegas, Six tracks down her trail back to where she came. Took nearly 5 damn years but she arrives back to the Commonwealth but just in time to meet my other two solo survivors! Which are Kiin, angry and grieving mother and thier old lady neighbor Aaz whos a wanna be baseball player. Never got to play professionally and instead became a carpenter. Mostly pretty chill. On the flip is Kiin who is FULL throttle and ends up doing some awful shit before finally snapping out of her blinding anger with the decision to have to replace high confessor tektus. While in disbelief at first she became a believer in atom over the course of infiltrating the nucleus

And now lastly but not least in the slightest are my two synth courser characters, Lo10 and KO01. I havent touched Lo in so long damn, anyway both gals are trans women and exs. Both hate each other's guts, well lo does. K's doesnt care beyoud that fact Lo got away instead of staying dead which cant stand if her plans are to go smoothly. Lo wears her heart on her sleeve and was quick to join the railroad after managing to Escape. I need to work on her more. And now finally onto K, she is like one of if not my favorite oc out of all of my guys. She gets elected to become a prototype NextGen synth that is made to act as a "wasteland hero" and bc the Institutes goals are so skewed she takes it upon herself to infiltrate different groups across the Commonwealth and a little bit beyond and take them down from the inside. normally ending in fiery explosions. In the timeline in which K is the only player character runing around her story ends with the destruction of major group above ground the Minutemen the Brotherhood the entirety of far Harbor and many settlements that kind of grew to be pretty big. She took them down with a smile and a knife to their backs. Upon returning home her Quest finally fulfilled The Institute attempts to deactivate her. The key word being attempt there, turns out when they recoded K to become their next generation wasteland hero they messed up a little and one, forgot to make is so she could sleep and two add in a deactivation code whoopies~. Anyway that leads K to locking down the Institute and killing everyone inside before leaving to carry her trail of destruction to the wider Wasteland.. For my major timeline with all if my guys in it her full story is unclear but she would 100% end up taking up the role of the main villan. Would have acted a follower to Kiin for a time and helped her while in far harbour and then destroy the town after gaining it's trust. Only after Kiin had left of course.

And uh thats about it. Hope you liked hearing about my gals, I could ramble on and on about them. Now having shared my fellas could I hear a bit about yours?

hello & WHOA !!! thank you for telling me abt ur fallout ocs !!! Vith sounds very cool just bc I haven't played much of FO76 & the idea of one of the 76 dwellers eventually turning into a ghoul is awesome!

im a huge fallout fan as well & have a few ocs bouncing around on my blog, though my main ones are my canon divergent sole survivor georgia, my courier six temperance/em, & my lone wanderer florence/flora! i'd go into more detail but im on my lunch break rn & don't have a lot of time, but all their tags + tags for other ocs can be found here :) i talk about georgia the most tho bc she became very important to me very fast lol

[willinglyghoulified]

Excerpt from Book 2, Chapter 4

I love this tense back-and-forth and had to share this one with you all. (Spoilers included, so if you want to read the full books you can do it here without the spoilers.)

"Can't wait to see what ol' Preston's gonna say when he finds me back in Sanctuary," muttered Hancock.

"He shouldn't even be here right now. Before I left, he said he was going to go to the Castle. We shouldn't have to —"

I stopped mid-sentence as I caught sight of Preston walking down the sidewalk with Shaun. He had an armful of water bottles while Shaun had three or four in his hands. Must have been the water Sturges mentioned.

"Just let me talk to him," I whispered to Hancock. "You can go ahead, and I'll meet you in the house."

Preston was talking with a very excited Shaun. As soon as he spotted Hancock walking into my house, his smile faded. He glared at him, then quickly scanned the area for me.

Shaun's eyes followed his gaze and met mine. He sprinted in my direction, struggling to keep hold of the water bottles as he carried them by the caps. "Mom! Mom! You're home!"

"Yeah, I'm back, hon." I opened my arms for him.

He rammed his head into my shoulder and nuzzled me. "You said a few days! It's almost been a week." He pulled back and frowned.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I had a lot of things to take care of. I won't be leaving again until after I finish repairing the water line with Sturges. I promise."

"So, you have time to stay a while?"

"Absolutely." I gave him a reassuring smile.

By this time, Preston had caught up with Shaun and loomed over me. I let go of Shaun, straightened up, and met Preston's eyes. I wasn't going to back down from Preston, and he knew it. The irritation was obvious on his face, though.

"What's he doing here?"

"He is going to be staying with us a while."

"But Mama Murphy —"

"Had no problem with Hancock, even when she knew what was going to happen."

"Are you talking about that old lady that passed away the day after I got here?" asked Shaun.

"Hush, Shaun. Go take that water to Sturges. He must be thirsty."

He huffed. "Oka-a-ay."

As Shaun amde his way to the gate, Preston and I walked toward my house. Not intentionally; that's just where he was headed regardless of my permission. When Preston opened the door with his free hand, we saw Hancock lunging on the couch, inhaling some Jet.

Preston scoffed at his blatant chem usage. "Hancock."

"What's up, Garvey?" he asked nonchalantly without looking up.

"We discussed this."

"We did. But your General here gave me permission to crash in Sanctuary."

"If you're going to stay, I expect you to follow our rules."

"Keep your shirt on, kid." He took another hit of Jet and placed the inhaler back in his pocket.

"Preston, he won't be any trouble," I insisted.

Preston faced me directly. "Is this the kind of people you want around Shaun?"

I was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

Hancock stood up. "What's your problem?"

"What other kinds of people have you been socializing with on the side?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was any of your business, Dad." I crossed my arms.

Preston reached into his coat pocket then and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He thrust it toward me. "Here. This is for you. Power suit types showed up two days ago and dropped it off."

I took the paper from his hand and opened it. It read, "Our offer still stands."

"If you're going to do dealings with other factions on behalf of the Minutemen, I expect you to tell your second-in-command about them."

I crumpled up the paper and shoved it in my pocket. "First of all, you need to drop the attitude, Preston, or we're not talking about anything."

He sighed. "It's just, with the Institute finally gone, the Brotherhood is going to be competing with the Minutemen for territory and resources. If you're going to deal with them, I wanna know about it. You always make decisions without me."

I went red-faced. "You're the one that keeps forcing me to make decisions on my own! 'It's up to you, General. It's your decision, General.' And that's not reason enough for you to make this personal. Bringing Shaun into it was crossing the line."

He rubbed his eyes. "I know, I know... I'm sorry about that."

"Now, secondly, I haven't made any deals with them. If I do, it won't be on behalf of the Minutemen."

"What was their offer?"

"They wanted me to work for them. They didn't give me any other details. They offered me ammunitions, caps, Power Armor, the whole nine."

Preston looked at Hancock. "And how do you feel about this? You're just as much a part of her inner circle as me."

"Gwen's a grown-ass woman who can make her own decisions regardless of how I feel about the Brotherhood. Don't try draggin' me into this."

Preston looked back and forth between the two of us with scrutiny, seemingly catching on to our partnership. "How long do you plan on staying in Sanctuary?"

"As long as I fucking please, Garvey. Now stop grillin' me before you bring me down."

"Preston, we need to rest. It's been a long couple of days, and I need to get dinner started for Shaun."

He gave me a curt nod. "See you tomorrow, General." He left and shut the door behind him, his arm still full of bottled water.

"He's gonna keep pushin' my buttons until I — ugh, I shouldn't say that..." Hancock flopped down on the couch again.

"He's... definitely hard to be friends with sometimes. But he means well."

"You always say that," he mumbled.

I sat down beside him, happy to get off my feet. "Maybe because I need to convince myself sometimes."

He threw an arm over the back of the couch and rested it behind my head with a groan. "It just feels good to sit down a while." Then he squinted his black eyes at the ceiling. "Is it just me, or does your ceiling fan look like a Radscorpion on a merry-go-round?"

I patted his knee. "It's just you."

"Heh. Thought so. Guess I had one too many hits."

"Hey, on a serious note, I was wondering... How open should we be about our relationship?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just a question."

"Put fliers up for all I care, heh heh."

Unamused, I nudged his arm. "When do we tell Shaun, though?"

"Oh, I didn't think about that." He thought for a moment. "I'll talk to him if ya want."

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah, sure."

I smiled warmly. "Impressive. I didn't expect you to offer. You don't strike me as the type to like kids."

"I don't mind kids. We get along fine."

"Well, I'm holding you to your word. Otherwise, you'll be sleeping on the couch until you do."

He groaned. "Can't have that."

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Lost In The Commonwealth

Chapter One: All Was Gone

Their husband was murdered in front of their eyes. Their son had been ripped from his arms. Thanks to some freak malfunction everyone had died.

Except Bentley.  

And somehow in that first day's worth of adrenaline they'd run through concord with a dog looking for people to help, killed so many men whose death rattles still echoed in their mind's ear, and had taken down some freakish iguana. 

Now they sat in the corner of Sean's dilapidated old room, arms wrapped around knees pulled to their chest, as the dog tried to comfort them. 

But it was all so much, too much. 

"There's a good boy, Dogmeat," Garvey said gently, walking into the room. "Ms. Price, are you alright?" 

"I need time, Garvey," Bentley muttered, looking up as he knelt down before them. "This is all just… so much." 

"I'm afraid this is the way of the world now Ms. Price," He replied. 

"Just call me Bentley," they muttered. "Easier on everyone." Garvey nodded, seeming to struggle with a question for a moment. 

"Feel free to tell me if I'm overstepping, but was Price your husband's last name or…" 

"It was," they muttered. "But, my parents are dead too so not much use going by Thomas now either. No matter what I do it's old memories dragged up." He nodded and sighed. 

"I can't help you with your grief. I don't know that anyone here has lost their spouse. The Longs lost their boy, but Marcy's a bit touchy about the subject," He said, placing a tentative hand on the arm around their leg. "But if you need to vent or a shoulder to cry on, I'm right here." Bentley nodded and sighed. 

"I appreciate it, but I'm not ready to talk about it just yet," they said softly. He nodded. 

"Well, best I can do then is keep you distracted. I'm trying to rebuild the Minutemen and Sturges wants to get this place up and running," he grunted, getting to his feet. "Just come get one of us when you're ready." 

Bentley watched him walk out of the room, head leaned back against the wall. Dogmeat adjusted his head to his head to look them in the eyes and huffed a sigh. 

"Yeah yeah," they sighed. "Let's go find Sturges." Dogmeat hopped up, tail wagging and circled Bentley as they walked out into Sanctuary. 

***

Two weeks they spent trying to get Sanctuary in proper shape for the new occupants, largely on their own. Sturges was trying to patch up the houses, the Longs we're busy with the crops, Garvey with the Minutemen, and Mama Murphy… well it was probably best she didn't try to help. 

But Bentley figured out a way to get water going with some pointers from Sturges, sewed up enough beds for everyone, and improvised a defense point for Garvey. It wouldn't have taken so long if they hadn't had to drop everything to fend off raiders and Super Mutants. 

Those things had given them nightmares the following night. 

"You think those are bad, you should see the ferals," Marcy quipped once Garvey had calmed Bentley down from their panic attack. 

"The fuck are ferals?" They asked shakily, looking to Garvey. He shot Marcy a dirty look. 

"Feral Ghouls, it's hard to explain. If you head to Diamond City you see some eventually," he said. 

"The radiation melted their brains so now they're shambling corpses," Marcy said. 

"Don't you have Tatos to take care of?" Garvey asked firmly. 

This made Bentley stave off their trip to Diamond City for another couple weeks. Instead choosing to help Garvey in getting the Minutemen up and running. 

***

Bentley managed to slip away from the collection of new Minutemen that were having a bonfire with Sturges and the Longs, clutching at a bottle of wine that they’d looted from the last raider’s den they’d been asked to storm. Dogmeat followed them, ears down and whining as they hid in the closet of Sean’s room. They slid down the wall and to the floor with a sigh, and Dogmeat laid his head on their lap. He watched them shakily try to open the wine.

“Let me help you with that, General,” Garvey said, appearing out of nowhere to pluck the bottle out of their hands. 

“Please stop calling me that,” Bentley said with a shaky laugh, taking the newly opened bottle from him and taking a swig. 

“Nah, calling you by your name feels too intimate for now,” he said, using one foot to pull up a chair. “Why are you hiding? We’re celebrating you, you know?” 

“I’ve killed so many people,” they muttered, their hand tightening on the neck of the bottle. “I know they weren’t good people, but…” 

“It gets easier,” he said. “It’s a matter of life or death here. Just take your time.” 

“That doesn’t help,” Bentley said with a dark laugh. He smiled and shrugged. 

“May I, perhaps, make a suggestion?” He asked. 

“I’m all for suggestions,” Bentley said, taking a sip of wine. 

“When we met, you said you were looking for your son,” he said, glancing at the crib in the corner. Bentley heaved a sigh, but nodded. “Perhaps the distractions here aren’t enough anymore, and you need to go find him. I think some closure might do you good.” Bentley stared out the window behind him for a moment, thinking it over. 

“That’s not a bad thought. Perhaps in the morning,” they said softly. He nodded and stood. 

“Would you like for me to come with you?” He asked, sounding very near hopeful. 

“No, you stay here where you’re needed,” They said, taking a sip of wine. “Let’s be real Garvey, you run this militia more than I do. Call me a General all you want- and please don’t- but you’re the one that keeps them going on a fundamental level. Stay here with them.” Garvey heaved a sigh, but he nodded and left. 

Bentley stroked Dogmeat’s fur, sipping on their wine as they listened to the party continue on outside.

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Companions React: You bring back deathclaw and explain you'll raise it

Cait

"I knew you were not mentally okay when you barged into the combat zone!" * Cait cares about you, but she isn't going to entertain stupid ideas. I mean, because she cares about you, she will make sure that you don't end up doing stupid stuff. That's the least she can do for you.

Codsworth

"Sir/Mum... Be careful!" * Codsworth would try to reason with you as much as possible. I mean, come on, are you seriously trying to raise a deathclaw? That's insanity, I'm sure you understand that too! If he wouldn't be able to convince you to kill it or bring it back home, he would make sure to keep an eye on you, in case it attacks.

Curie

"Oh my, madam! What a curious specimen!" * Curie would be initially scared, but after you would assure her, she would end up being more than happy to use this to study a deathclaw from close up. I mean, when else was she going to get a chance to do that again?

Paladin Danse

"Soldier! I order you to kill that thing!" * Danse would be more than reluctant to keep the deathclaw near you or him. Not only are you putting yourself in danger, but also putting everyone else in danger too. What if the parents come searching for the baby? He won't let that happen.

Deacon

"Oh.. My... God!" * Deacon is excited, to say the least. Finally, he would be able to get his own personal deathclaw pet! To say the least, he will call the deathclaw "Fluffy". He will help out raising the deathclaw and will act like a parent, for sure.

John Hancock

"You sure you're not on psycho?" * Either you're on drugs, or he's hallucinating, right? I mean, nobody in their right mind would go ahead and do this, right? To say the least, he wouldn't be all that happy, but he wouldn't dare come near the beast or argue with you.

Robert MacCready

"That... Is both scary and fuc-freaking awesome!" * Maccready would be scared shitless at the beginning, ready to kill the deathclaw on sight, but after seeing how tame it is towards you, he would get excited. With a deathclaw on your side, the two of you will be invincible!

Nick Valentine

"Young people... Sure are daring people." * Nick would feel cautious, but also would trust your judgment. Sure, he didn't understand everything that you did most of the time, but you had never failed him before, so he'll choose to trust your judgment this time around too.

Piper Wright

"This is going to be an awesome article!" * Piper has always been interested in deathclaws, she never knew that they come to be tamed! She would question you and write an article about this. I mean, it would be a missed opportunity not to write an article about this.

Preston Garvey

"General... I... I'll put my trust in your judgment." * Preston trusts you, yet he is currently fighting his own fear of the deathclaw. You have never led him or the minutemen astray, but there is always a first time, right? Hopefully you know what you are doing.

Strong

"Strong like Deathclaw meat." * Strong doesn't understand what other purpose the deathclaw might have. He believes you are trying to fatten it up and then eat it. He feels pretty excited and hopes you will share the meal with him.

X6-88

"sir/ma'am, I see you have lapses of judgment too." * X6 wouldn't comment much more. Simple, if the need arises, he will start fighting back and kill the beast, but until then, he will simply entertain the director and not question your actions.

Old Longfellow

"Young people. Never will understand them." * Longfellow is honestly too old to care about this. As long as that thing doesn't attack or kill anyone, he won't really care. Just make sure to keep it tame, otherwise, Longfellow might try and kill "Fluffy."

Porter Gage

"That's... Pretty hardcore, boss" * Gage is honestly impressed. He had never heard or seen any other raider gang taming or bringing a deathclaw back home. And here you where, with a deathclaw, ready to take over the world. He chose right, letting you become the new overboss.

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Sole gets a cat! Companions react!

Sole gets a cat!

Cait: “Just don’t let the furry thing barf in my shoes.” Overall, she appreciates the cat's independence and the fact it normally leaves her alone. When no one's looking she does slip them a bit of fish. Can't ever say she didn’t give nothing. Gets a kick out of seeing it wig out on catnip.

Codsworth: Oh god help him all that cat hair. Well, he does sorta live for this so it can’t be too bad. “Never worry mum/sir, ill ensure your precious feline is groomed to the highest standard!” You know those people that make stuff out of pet fur? Yeah, he does that. Very nice though!

Curie: “Oh what a sweet thing! How unusual for it to be unradiated like this, I would very much like to examine them more closely!” It’s too late, that’s her cat now. No take-backs. Shes the first to offer to watch over it anytime Sole has to leave without her. It’s now her little assistant.

Danse: “I would advise you get them a collar of some sort before it wonders off.” He wouldn’t say he’s not a fan, but he just isn’t too interested at first. But after his reveal, sometimes when he’s sitting by himself, the cat wanders over and lays by him, keeping him company. He finds he enjoys their company much more.

Deacon: “Oh please tell me your gonna let me name them! Sir Pounce a lot Cat Meat!” We’ll I’ve heard worse names. He calls the feline his silent twin and brags about how he’s a much better dancer. “It’s ok, I heard cats don’t dance anyway.” Ok seriously, how does he know that movie?!

Dogmeat: New soft friend? Friend play? Yes please! It takes the two of them a bit to understand each other, but he’s SO excited to play! The cat knocks things off counters and he fetches them. It’s a win-win!

Hancock: “Well that’s one nice pu-” *SMACK* Yeah, he’s prone to such comments, but don’t let that deter you. Hes very fond of the thing and is the one responsible for giving it catnip. Since he has trouble regulating his temperature, whenever he’s sleeping over, he uses them as a sort of heater.

Maccready: “Aww aren’t they cute? You sure Dogmeat won’t eat them?” He’s honestly not sure what to make of them, but at least they make a good hunting partner and keep out rats. On cold nights he likes to leave a few cat treats in his room, hoping it’ll come in and keep his feet warm.

Nick: “Always good to have another furry friend around.” Since he doesn’t technically need to sleep, he’s usually up when the feline gets the zoomies at 2 AM. He gets a laser pointer and helps them settle down for the night. Calls them his ‘Little Partner.’

Piper: Is completely in love with it. Quite an animal charmer herself, she manages to get the cat to hold still long enough to take a picture of them wearing a hat. Eventually she decides to have a sort of side bar in her paper, taking pictures of the “Pets of the Commonwealth.” It’s quite a hit!

Preston: “Well they’re awfully cute general. I’ll make sure they stay safe.” Well here comes the newest mascot of the minutemen! Don’t be too surprised if he takes them out on patrol, wearing its own little minutemen hat! Definitely sneaks them cat treats when no ones looking.

Strong: At first he thinks sole is keeping it for rations, but even after getting disappointed, he promises not to eat the furry thing. But once, during a raider attack, the feline runs out and starts biting the bastards in the nose. “Furry thing good fighter. Charges like super mutant!” No higher compliment can be given.

X6: “If you intend to keep this thing, at least try to keep them clean.” Perhaps he’s just a bit jealous when being compared to them, but he really doesn’t care. But that’s only a cover! In the dead of night, if you look very carefully, and are fast enough, you may see X6 having conversations with the feline.

Ada: Ultimate cat toy collector, warm body, and excellent scratching post? Ada just became someones best friend! Just don’t expect her to chase them if they run off.

Longfellow: Cats and fishermen are a tale as old as time. He rows out with a line with the feline in tow, getting some warm company. The cat gets free fish and scritches. Perfect bliss.