#fallout deacon fanfic

[hancocksbestgirl]

i think my fic's biggest divergence from canon is making mcdonalds exist, pre war at least, so that Deacon can constantly call Hancock "Mayor McCheese" when they're in a room together

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Fo4 Masterlist

Oneshots / Drabbles

To Victory - Danse x Reader

Mystery Swim - Deacon x Reader

Kiddie Kingdom - Platonic!Gage x Teen!Reader

Was It Worth It? - Hancock x Reader

World On Fire - MacCready x Reader

Gorski Cabin - MacCready x Reader

Wounds - MacCready x Reader

Seaside Sunset - Platonic!Old Longfellow x Reader

Out Of Time - Yandere!Preston x Reader

Neighbor - Sturges x Reader

Headcanons / Reactions

Cait NSFW Alphabet

Curie SFW Alphabet

Desdemona SFW Alphabet

Desdemona NSFW Alphabet

DiMA NSFW Alphabet

Ellie Perkins NSFW Alphabet

Nick SFW Alphabet

Nick NSFW Alphabet

Piper NSFW Alphabet

[Valentine Idolizes You]

[Danse Idolizes You]

[Curie Idolizes You]

[Deacon Idolizes You]

[MacCready Idolizes You]

[Piper Idolizes You]

[Cait Idolizes You]

Nick Being Fatherly To Sole

DiMA As A Dad

Hancock As A Dad

Gage And The Nuka-World Leaders With A Shy!Overboss

Gage And The Nuka-World Leader With A Short!Overboss

Nuka-World Leaders With A Child!Overboss

Nuka-World Leaders With A Black Widow!Overboss

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) Reactions to being taken to Nuka-World

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) Living At Homeplate With Sole

Companions When You Come Out As Queer

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) As Coffee Shop Customes

Companions Favorite Settlements To Stay At

Hancock, Nick, and Danse as Yandere’s

Yandere Deacon, Nick, and Hancock HCs

DiMA HCs

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

Companions As Aesthetics

Companions with a child!Sole

What The Companions Love Language Is

HCs About Being Apart Of The Minutemen

Companions Going To See The Barbie Movie

FNV Companions Interacting With Fo4 Companions

Companions Living In Goodneighbor With Sole

Companions Reactions To Sole Being Emotionally Distraught After Being Separated

Companions MBTI Types

Random Headcanons For The Companions

Companions Reactions To Sole Getting "Suprise Adopted" By A Territorial Deathclaw

NSFW Hancock HCs

Brother!Arcade, Hancock, Fawkes, and Gob With a Teen!Reader

Companions Favorite Place to Kiss Their S/O

Companions With a Mute!Sole

Companions Reactions to a Werewolf!Sole

Factions React To Sole Being With The Enclave

Companions React to Sole Being With The Enclave

Modern Headcanons

Accidentally Giving Sole a Bad Haircut

Fo4 Robots Meeting The New Vegas Robots

Companions Reactions To Sole Introducing Gage As Their Boyfriend

Arcade, Curie, Lily, Fawkes, and Marcus's Reactions to a Scientist Researching FEV

Marrying the Companions at the Castle

Headcanons on Piper, Cait, and Curie Living Together in Sanctuary

[baddieladdie]

♡ Companion Shorts ♡

Fallout companions react to depressed vault dweller

Rating: Teen Charon ➼ Arcade Gannon ➼ Hancock ➼ Nick Valentine ➼ Deacon

Charon [FO3]

"What are you doing?" Charon grumbled from behind you, annoyed at the sudden stop in broad daylight. The view was nice from this vantage point, but it also meant they were in clear view of any hidden antagonists.

The burden of your loneliness beckons you to the ground. You fall to your knees, though the weight off your legs does nothing for heaviness in your spirit.

Why? You didn't know why.

Perhaps you had been too optimistic. Believed so wrongly that you could bring change to the wasteland. Or at least bring some minor degree of improvement. It was futile, all along. The wasteland was ever hungry, taking everything it was given and reducing it to rubbish. Even with the few good deeds done, the Talon company just kept sending mercenaries to kill you for the very slight of fighting the good fight. No good deed goes unpunished, right?

You look down the chasm below, half-hearted imagining your mutilated body on the rocks. Would even your death make a difference? Or would it just be one more life taken by the wastes?

"Hey," A familiar firm hand gripped your shoulder, "It's not safe here."

Tension swelled up in your sinuses as you shrugged his hand off. You clenched your hands together, digging your nails into the palm of your hand. The subtle pain was refreshing against the agony in your mind.

Charon was a victim even before the bombs fell; a constant reminder that humanity was corrupt well before apocalypse. Perhaps you really weren't so separated from the innate evil nature in the human spirit. You relied on Charon in nearly every fire fight. Taking advantage of his experience and strength through a contract you knew was akin to slavery. He obeyed every command, helped with every request. Never questioning you for a moment and always risking his life. You felt sickened on your reliance on that bloody contract. You should be finding a way to free him, and yet....where would that leave you? Dead? And what future what that be? Dead now or just dead later...

Charon grumbled as he sat beside you on the chasm's edge. He had seen ages pass, experienced more agony than he could ever be bothered to explain. For some employers, he'd leave them to their devices. But you? You are one of the few bastards crazy enough to help others selflessly in the wasteland. Even if wasteland was utterly indifferent to your efforts, it certainly be a darker place without the hope you brought others with each intentional good dead. Their very existence showed a brighter side of humanity that was a rarity in dark times.

"Tell me what troubles you," Charon's familiar gravelly voice was laced with an unfamiliar tone of... genuine concern?

"I just," You sigh heavily. "I don't know how much longer I can keep going on like this."

"I've wondered the same thing myself." Charon nodded with an empty stare.

You felt a pang of guilt at the possibility of bringing up painful memories for him.

Charon continued hesitantly. "I feel I must remind you; I am honor bound to keep you safe. From threats and, if necessary, from yourself"

"I don't want t-"

Before you can finish your thought, Charon scoops you up into his arms and walks you away from the ledge. "You need to be more careful," He complained. "You won't make a difference out here if you're dead."

He carries on walking through the awkward silence. "We passed a shelter not far from here. We could rest until you feel ready to continue again. We could uh, listen to that radio broadcast you like you so much."

"Maybe play game?" you tease.

"Don't push your luck, kid."

-Charon carries you to the shelter where he watches over you diligently until the worst of your depression episode passes-

Arcade [FNV]

You stare blankly at the ceiling above. Small particles of dust lazily hung in the air of the abandoned cabin you and Arcade took shelter in a few days ago. You really should leading the charge back out into the Mojave, but you simply couldn't find the energy to do so. Therefore, you simply rested.

Arcade knocked on the door and patiently waited for a response you couldn't be bothered to provide.

"Alright, guess I'm just going to let myself in then. I'll give you to the count of three," Arcade raised his voice from behind the wooden slat door. "You better be decent by then." you head him mumble.

Arcade cracked open the door, peering around to see your still body in the same position as when he gave you a mug of coffee hours before.

"In another one of our spells, are we?" His sarcasm brought you little comfort.

"Sorry. I just lose my heads sometimes," you sigh with a heavy heart.

"If by 'sometimes' you mean 'a lot of times', I agree. Please just....go easy on yourself, okay?"

You nodded, the vague emptiness you felt threatening to swallow you whole. Taking everything with it 'til you couldn't feel nothing at all.

"This is worse than before, isn't it?" Arcade pulled up a chair next to you. It creaked under his weight as he sat down. "Was it something I said?"

You shook your head. "No, nothing like that. I'm just....tired, Arcade. I'm fine, really." You gave a meager fake smile, hoping to appease the kindly doctor.

"Mmhm," Arcade paused for a beat. "Is that all?"

You could have sworn you were just tired, but now that you think about it, there were some troubles on your mind. Arcade waited patiently for you to open him to him about it. He did enjoy lengthy conversations more than most and always had his opinions ready.

"Ready to get back out there?"

"All right, let's not waste any time!" Arcade rested his doctor's bag on a shoulder, the enthusiasm in his voice giving away his excitement. "There are people out there to help, things to learn. Maybe not in that order, but let's get to it!"

Hancock [FO4]

Hancock chuckled, lounging on the couch next to you in the old state house. "I don't buy that shit for a minute." He shook his head, "No way, you can't fool me, sister/brother." He casually rested his hand on your thigh, immediately drawing your attention to him. "It hasn't been easy transition ya, has it?"

Your eyes began to water as Hancock looked you over with care. He nodded slowly with genuine understanding, "I didn't think so. No one should have to go through what you've been through." He gave your hand a little squeeze. "Ya always give me hope for brighter future. Cause I get to have you in my life." He smiled, "Cause the odds, it's practically impossible our paths would ever meet. I mean, you're pre-war, baby. The freshest smoothskin around and you wanna be a drugged out, dragged out ghoul?! That's how I know all that karma shit is bull, 'cause there is no way someone like you could ever end up with me."

You granted him a half-smile with the compliment. But the mayor didn't quite seem to grasp yet that you had burdens, very real and unconventionally heavy emotional baggage. Not that there was a trauma competition in nuclear wasteland, but you would have at least won a medal in most-fucked psyche. Your smooth nature stopped at skin level.

"It's been a Hell of road that brought us together, but aren't I glad I took up with you? 'Cause this person," Hancock paused, waiting patiently until you returned his gaze before continuing, " - the one I'm looking at right now. They're the one I love. I don't want to be without them ever again."

You wince slightly, his words a little too sweet. "You sure about this, Hancock? I mean, with everything I've been through...." You sigh heavily, your chest falling. "People are going to talk, Mayor" You give him a sly look, knowing how he enjoyed the occasional call to his title.

"Can't say I care much about what others think. Half the opinions out there aren't worth listening to anyway. The only opinion I care about, is yours." He grinned.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Are you sure?" "You kidding me? So long as I got you at my side, it doesn't matter the capacity. I'm with you all the way, rain or shine" "You're a damn fine man, Hancock. I'm lucky to have you at my back." "And God help any of 'em who get in our way."

Nick Valentine [FO4]

"In my line of work, you usually see folks at their worst. I can tell there's something troubling you. You want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly." You grumble. You swirled with antagonistic emotions, unable to tell where one pain started and the other ended. Guess that's just what happens after you go through one too many impossible tragedies. Losing the love of your life and child alone was unimaginable. Your years of service in the U.S. army gave you the 'gift' of surviving the nuclear attacks that transformed your home and country to a primitive wasteland. You've always tried to make the best decisions possible for your family. But if you hadn't signed up for Vault 101, would you have died peacefully alongside your love? Would that have been better? You stared into your hands, agonizing over the conversation you had with the Vault-tec sales rep.

"Not enough people out here are willing to try and do what's right. I consider myself awful lucky I fell in with one who is," Nick paused, the smoke from his cigarette seeping from the metal cracks in his feature. He glanced around the Boston shore, checking for any ne'er-do-wells. But the coast was clear, perhaps due to their combat efforts earlier that day. He cleared his throat, and continued with some insistence, "If there is something bothering you, I'd like to be the one to help lighten the load. I happen to know a thing or two about find yourself after losing the life you thought you had."

"Thanks, Nick," You snap out of momentarily. The Boston harbor air was foul. You couldn't escape the reality you were in, no matter how you tried. The smells, the sounds, the food - none of it was familiar. "I'll be fine. I just don't sleep well." That wasn't much of a lie. Whenever you try to sleep, the memory of your love screaming your name returned. Their blood painting the inside of their frozen coffin while you watched helpless from inside your own. When you eventually fell asleep, the unfamiliar sounds of gunfire, screams of terror from the wasteland, and shouts of mutants would wake you. It was all just too much.

"I think it's time we take a break from the case, friend."

"What?!" You jump up from the bench, "We can't stop now! Not with the progress we've made!"

Nick flinched in surprise, but quickly settled to a concerned frown. "You haven't been yourself lately. We-," Nick sighed, committing to genuine honesty as he often did. "Partner, I need you at your best to solve this case. Come on, let's go back to the agency. I'll review the case files and you get some rest."

You look away, anger and guilt fuming within you. "I don't feel much like resting, Nick. I want to finish this."

Nick let your words marinate in the pregnant silence. "Is that what you want? To 'finish' this?" He gripped a metal hand your shoulder and looked down into your eyes. "I understand, you must feel angry. You have every right to be. But hurting others won't bring them back."

You simply couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears of grief, rage, and pain streamed hotly down your face, pooling at the apex of your chin. Nick pulled you into a tight embrace, rubbing your back as you cried into his signature detective trench coat.

"I'm sorry, friend. Truly."

Deacon [FO4]

You take a long drag off your cigarette, savoring that ever-so-familiar lightheadedness. The weather was shit, as it always was in Boston. Cloudy, and damp. You wrapped your cloak a little tighter around yourself, but it didn't do you much good. The bitter cold you felt reached deeper than your bones and left you frozen to your core. Just an icy fraction of the vibrant person you were before. Before you lost everything you had fought for, everything that had mattered to you. It all was gone. And along with it, any reason to carry on.

You exhaled slowly, watching your frozen breath drift aimlessly away from your cracked lips. Deacon watched quietly from aside, nursing a chilled Nuka-cola. He cleared his throat awkwardly. Genuine words never did come easily to him. Deacon had always found it more comfortable to flirtatiously avoid the truth. Kept him safe from every getting hurt....and ever making close friends. Deacon, being a loner himself, recognized the loneliness you dwelled in.

"I know what I feels like to wear a mask. That kind of protection only ambiguity can give you. But really - are you feeling okay? Cause you can talk to me"

"Another one of your little lies?" You sigh, tapping the ash off the butt of your cigarette.

"No, not this time," Deacon kept an uncharacteristically straight face

You pause, stirred by the sincerity present in Deacon's voice. He loved the way lies could crack your usual composure. You watch his expression carefully, checking for any usual hint of his usual mischievous nature. But all that saw on his face was genuine concern for a companion he cared deeply about.

"Well, look who's acting out of character now," you tease. "Thanks, Deacon. I appreciate that. And I'll be fine. It just, uh...." you take in a deep breath. "It takes time, building up this new life. Making these new memories. Building these new relationships. Just sometimes, I uh, miss my old life. My old friends. Sometimes I see something, and I just know my spouse would have loved to see it."

"I know. But we'll stop the Insititute. For them."

"Right," You nod, filled with determination. "For them."

To.Be.Continued...

[libertybri]

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

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

Cait

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

Synth!Codsworth

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

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

Curie

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

Danse

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

“I am supposed to be Paladin—“

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

Deacon

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

Dogmeat

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

Gage

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

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

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

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

Hancock

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

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

MacCready

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

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

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

Maxson

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

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

Nick

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

Piper

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

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

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

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

Preston

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

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

Strong

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

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

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

X6-88

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

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

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

B) Sole becomes director of the Institute.

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

[hpysprkl]

Have a little rehab AU Deacon and Glory for funsies on this fine Thursday morning.

"No visitors this weekend?" comes the familiar voice from behind him. Glory. "Just the voices in my head," he quips. She plunks down on the sofa beside him, stretching out and propping her feet up on the coffee table. "They all assholes like you?" "Pretty much." "In that case, my sympathies."

[hiscloakmydaggers]

Forever, He Is Foolish

"Deacon and his husband, Nic, went on a mission to rescue some refugees. What seemed like unnecessary anxiety fueled the usually stern, confident Nic. The spy teased him silently in his mind all the time, especially then, but never now. All he has left from that mission is regret.

A memory had never felt so heavy in his skull. It was a weight that pulled even his feet down. How could you tease a loved one based on a letter so sweet you never deserved it?"

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first time i post a fanfic of them, wow!!

i have to spoil the big thing, sorry, nic dies. deacon goes through a horrible grieving process. i like to think dark times get him like that. its very sad, very dark, and im pretty proud. give it a read if ud like, its appreciated!!

[lilacretrograde]

Chapter 15 of how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb is now live on ao3!

Nora’s eyebrow arched, and she let out a breathy laugh, one that sent a warm pulse through his chest. “Defusing grenades for drinks? That’s the kind of dumb I’d expect from you.”

“Hey, free drinks are free drinks,” Deacon replied with a smirk, wiggling his fingers as if to show off the fact that he still had all of them. “And look, I’m still in one piece. Call it a win.”

Her eyes flicked to his hands, then slowly back up to his face, and Deacon felt the charge in the air between them shift. Her gaze lingered, a little too long to be casual, and when she spoke again, her voice had softened, though there was an edge to it.

“I bet you’ve still got some of that recklessness in you,” she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Might have to see it in action one of these days.”

[patchworkmind238]

How much would yall hate me for killing Deacon in one, maybe two fanfics?

[mae-peachie]

back at it again with the uhhhhhh

[ilove-hatethecw]

Ugh I wanna create a fanfic of my sole survivor run that I’m doing right now but idk who I want to be their soulmate or combination of soulmates. My options are between Preston, Hancock, Deacon, and Maccready, and I definitely cannot write well enough for it to be all four of them. Doubt anyone will see this, but I’ll take opinions!

[pinboardscarecrow]

Fic Summary:

The Sole Survivor and Deacon are traveling together when they come across a very strange washing machine in the middle of nowhere. Sole wants to open it, Deacon absolutely doesn't.

Deacon & Sole Survivor

Rated T

No Archive Warnings Apply

1,441 Words

Posted June 30th, 2024

[everydayyoulovemeless]

[Deacon Idolizes You]

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Headcanons based on how Deacon treats you once Idolized.

He might actually disappear for a minute after he opens up to you about Barbara. Having his whole past spread out on the table for you to see is incredibly uncomfortable for him and he's gonna need some time to get used to having all that open to you.

Sometimes you’ll just find him sleeping on your couch. If he needs to get away for a minute he’ll go crash at your place for a bit. He almost hopes that you’ll show up and so the two of you could talk or something. It always makes him feel so much better when you do.

He somehow got a hold of matching leather jackets for you both to wear and always does his best to incorporate them into his disguises.

Deacon will bring you pre-war board games and ask if you could teach him the rules because the instructions had been burned decades ago and he desperately wants to learn.

He's actually really interested in fashion and will gladly put together a great outfit for you whether you asked for it or not. He also just loves sitting in a room and brainstorming disguise ideas together.

He's really curious about a lot of things from before the war and you'll find that he likes to randomly drag you into different areas and ask you tons of questions. He's especially interested in cartoons and other forms of media and is constantly questioning why they existed or what they usually had on them

He's weirdly good at spas? Massages, and manicures, and all that. He'd give you one if you asked/felt comfortable enough.

He loves sneaking around Goodneighbor or Diamond City with you and watching any fights or drama that happens throughout the day. It reminds you of when you used to watch reality TV shows back before the war and he always has the best comments.

He likes doing graffiti with you on random buildings in the Commonwealth. He’s actually really good at art but refuses to utilize that talent, instead, he just draws stick figures everywhere.

The two of you spent a day disguised as the other to see how long you can get away with it. (it wasn't very long)

He’ll ask if it could be possible for the two of you to set up small safe houses in some of your settlements for any passing synths, although, he always ends up making them look like man caves than temporary homes.

He'll leave these random lanterns all over the place with little jokes or messages carved underneath them. He does this so that if he ever disappears for a minute, you can go look at those to remind yourself that he doesn't hate you, he just needs a bit of time.

Whenever you’re on a mission, he’ll give you both the worst codenames on purpose to annoy you.

He once tried to see what the most outrageous lie you both could pull off was. Needless to say, you both ended up getting in a lot of trouble with Dez because it was 'irrelevant to your mission’.

He's great when he's around, and still loves you when he leaves. In all seriousness, it's been so long since he's had a connection like this with someone, and is so incredibly grateful for you and all that you do for him. He'll show his appreciation in whatever way he can, just understand that you've got to be patient with him while he gets used to it all.

[rosemaryreaper]

Deacon!

Plus a bonus Desdemona snip. Nora enjoys Deacon’s company. She just can’t give him the satisfaction of admitting that to his face. After all, they’re one big dysfunctional family. With guns!

* * * *

There was a man sitting in her chair. Wearing her sunglasses. Over top of another pair of sunglasses.

“Jesus, Deacon. The door was locked.”

“The window wasn’t. You should really get that fixed. Who knows what lunatics might climb in here?”

“Give me those.” She snatched her shades off his face, knocking his own pair askew. He gave her a similarly crooked grin. “Is this a you visit or a Desdemona visit?”

“Both. You’re a popular woman.”

“Hit me.”

“So, long story short, Dez thinks it’s a ridiculously stupid plan and wants you to call the whole thing off before it all goes south and puts the entire Railroad in jeopardy.” He kicked his feet up on the desk. She shoved them back off.

“She’s already told me this to my face. Repeatedly.”

“She just wants to make sure it’s sinking in. Can’t imagine why she’d ever get the impression you don’t listen to her. You two are besties.”

She never wanted to hear the word “besties” leave his mouth again. “I’m not forcing her to attend.”

“Bizarrely, that’s where you’re wrong. Somehow she’s convinced she owes you a debt, saving all the Institute synths and all that. She won’t owe you a chip off a cap after this, but she’ll do it.”

“And what do you think?”

“I also think it’s a ridiculously stupid plan and you should call the whole thing off. It’ll never work. What do you think will happen? Dez and Maxon will shake hands and the Brotherhood will magically stop hunting us down like mongrels?”

“I’m not asking you to be friends. I’m asking you to stop killing each other for five minutes so we can talk about the future of the Commonwealth. Is that really so impossible?”

“Of course not. Maybe we can braid each other’s hair while we’re at it too.”

“Tell Dez her concerns are noted—and that I’ll see her at the meeting.”

“Oh, goodie! I’d love to do that. They never shoot messengers around here.”

“Your sarcasm is also noted. And disregarded.”

* * * *

Bonus:

“You have some nerve,” Desdemona said by way of greeting.

“You’re here,” Nora replied. “There’s no point in arguing now.”

“I’m not here to play nice. I’m here to ensure you don’t do something utterly idiotic.”

“If you were actually interested in stopping my idiotic plans, you would have put a bullet in my skull the day we met.”

“I was sorely tempted, believe me.”

“So tempted that you gave me a gun and code name right off the bat.”

“We all make mistakes.”

[tunnelsnacks]

I went and drew a fake comic cover for Hesitation which can be read here if anyone's interested! Its a rewritten version of one I had up a few years ago where [redacted] gets [redacted]

[hpysprkl]

I figured a fun little way to stay on track for NoSkipNovember would be to share a little something with y'all every day as I write. So have a nibble of my upcoming modern rehab AU Fallout 4 fic, Ashes In My Wake.

Dr. Georgia Karras belongs to @omkdear, thank you for lending her to me bestie ❤️

"Since getting anything honest out of you seems to be a challenge, let's try something different." She rummages through a drawer; Deacon's not sure he likes where this is going. "You're a writer. So write." She slaps something down on the desk and slides it toward him. A notebook. Nope, he can see exactly where this is going, and he doesn't like it at all. He pushes it back toward her. "Washed-up writer, peaches." She slides it back. "Is that an important distinction to you?" "Well, it's generally the part people like to remind me of. Figured I'd save you the trouble." He shoves it back across the desk, a little harder this time. "You know, this is fun. I haven't played air hockey since, like, 1995. Wanna see if they've got a table in the rec room?" "What's it going to take to get you to drop the bullshit, Deacon?" "I don't know, Georgia. I mean, you haven't even bought me dinner yet..." She just studies him a moment, utterly unamused. "I shouldn't have to tell you this, but you seem to need the reminder." She leans over the desk, slowly and pointedly pushing the notebook in front of him, leaving her hand on the cover. Her eyes meet his, and the determination in her gaze surprises him a little. "I can't help you if you don't let me." "Oh, honey." He just smiles. "I love that you think you can." She's got moxie, he'll give her that. It's kind of adorable.

[wackywasteland]

FO4 Companions Kinks

Cait ⚗️ Begging Whether on the battlefield or in the bedroom, Cait enjoys being able to make her enemies beg. From childhood she was always the victim, always on the receiving end of the punishment. Of course it’s all play, as she is quick to remind Sole throughout the process.

Codsworth 🤖 Praise kink  Codsworth has always been made to serve, and has always took pride in tending to Sole’s every need and desire. It wasn’t until he and Sole grew closer that he began to realize the pleasure he found in it as well, in Sole’s smile and their pleased sigh. When their relationship became physical, Sole would continue to praise him for his diligence and care as they always had. Codsworth would absolutely melt at this recognition, and it would always keep him anxiously waiting for the next time he was alone with Sole. 

Curie Medical Kink Curie’s first solid memories were of Vault 81, and the time she spent all her time with Dr. Kenneth Collins who cared for her and was her first true connection. It was the first time she felt passion, and now whenever she was in a situation that reminded her of that part of her life, she felt alive and passionate again in more ways than one. 

Danse 🔧 Humiliation  When Danse first joined the Brotherhood he went through vigorous training. His drill sergeants would push him to his limits, calling him worthless and forcing him to new heights. Admittedly, he felt most alive in those situations when his heart was pounding and someone was watching him with narrowed eyes. When he and Sole became intimate he had a hard time feeling comfortable enough to disclose his sexual fantasy. With some gentle coaxing from Sole he finally revealed that he liked being degraded and how it reminded him of those intense moments in his life. 

Deacon 👨‍🦲 Cross dressing One day while waiting for Sole to return home, he rummaged through her dresser and found a stray pair of panties. Sole was due to walk in the door any minute, so he quickly threw them on as an impulsive prank. Five minutes turned to ten, and as the clock ticked by, Deacon found himself putting on more and more women’s lingerie, all while examining himself in the mirror. A startled noise broke him from his trance, and a confused, then amused looking Sole was standing in the doorway. Quickly what followed was a passionate kiss and a stumbling of legs to the bed. As Sole began removing his stockings, Deacon whispered huskily, “Wanna keep em’ on.”

Hancock ☠️ Knife play He’s not sure which of them brought this kink on, him or Sole, but the way their face flushed upon entering Goodneighbor, he has an idea it was the latter. Constantly living on a knife’s fleeting edge, it’s no wonder his intense demeanor would also spill into the bedroom. Some of the lucky ‘tourists’ would gossip on the streets of goodneighbor about his signature movie: making them balance his knife between their thighs. Like Hancock has always said, if it ain’t dangerous it ain’t fun. 

MacCready ��� Cuckoldry  MacCready and his Lucy were always open in their relationship, and honest about the things they found exciting. Him and Sole’s relationship was no different. He felt a rush at the thought of another man making them feel intense gratification while he watched. One day after acting a bit strange and quiet, he was finally blunt about what he wanted, and Sole agreed to the prospect. 

Valentine 💌 Masochism In his line of work Valentine had been through many interrogations, situations where he had to play good cop or bad cop. The truth was that deep down he had always fantasized about having the screws being put on him. He wondered what it was like to be the one under pressure, what the rush would feel like. Being a lonely synth meant he didn’t feel alive often, until he met Sole. 

Piper 📝 Role Play  Throughout her day, Piper interviews dozens of characters from all walks of life. Settler, Security Guard, Scientist, even a Child of Atom. It wasn’t too hard for her to start fantasizing about being in their shoes. Since writing was one of her passions, creating stories and situations just made it that much more exciting for her. 

Preston ⛅️ Anal Penetration  Preston loves being dominated. He is a submissive through and through, and it excites him when Sole takes control. One day Sole came back from scavenging with a certain rubber object he hadn’t seen before. Once Sole explained its use, Preston was stunned but more than a little excited at the idea. After the first time they started stimulating him in this way more and more, Preston’s favorite was being bent over his desk.

Strong 🐸 Blood Play Bloodlust has always been a large part of how Strong operates, and what motivates him the most. The thrill of battle and how powerful it makes him feel is the ultimate drug for this Supermutant. Nothing gets his blood pumping more, other than the attractive and strong Sole fighting beside him. When they’re both splattered with crimson blood and standing among those they’ve conquered is when Strong wants to ravage Sole the most. 

X6 🔪 BDSM He loves control, and once he gets a taste of it, he doesn’t let anyone else have the reins. Cold and Calculating from his creation, it’s only what comes natural to him. As a courser he already has many tools in his arsenal, and he’s more than eager to show Sole and explain how they work, excruciatingly slowly.