#fallout fanfic idea

[aka-tua-braindump]

Just a thought about a fic idea.

The ghoul is travelling the wasteland and he chances upon someone who looks on the verge of taking their own life. He stops to watch, unnerving them, as he waits for them to do it so he can take their supplies. Somehow that irks the person enough to not do it.

I don't know where to go from there, but I thought it was interesting.

[tessetc]

If I wrote a cyn and the boys one shot where it's an omegaverse au would anyone read it?

Im thinking alpha danse and omega arthur but like. He's probably masking. And maybe beta cyn? Or alpha idk. I have no idea how things would work with a female alpha.

If anyone cares, leave a comment to let me know.

[teastainedprose]

🔞Gash (Cooper Howard / The Ghoul x Reader)

You've been stabbed and The Ghoul means to patch you up, save for the problem of a metal shard lost in the wound. 1,435 words | This is smut if wound fingering counts. All about pain and looking at Cooper's stupid pretty face and PAIN and Cooper's finger in an open wound, pet names, wound cleaning, blood, more pain. No proofreading, take it raw bb. I blame @ghoulphile for egging me on. [A03]

Luck was with the man who managed to sheath his knife into your gut. Luck protected you as he missed puncturing anything important, only slicing meat and fat. Luck would have Cooper right there moments later putting a bullet through the bastard's brains as his luck promptly ran out. Lucky to have the old ghoul catch you before you crumpled to the ground.

Lady Luck was having a fucking field day. That bitch.

Your thoughts swirl, snagging on the present. You're trying to keep your mind set off to the side, away from your body. Away from the burning wet pain of your seeping wound, but it tugs you right back. Your body demands that you feel this, the gaping wound in your gut a wrongness your breakable mortal form insists you can't ignore.

Blood leaks down your hip as you groan from the press of Cooper's fingers around the gaping flesh of the gash in your side to take proper stock of it. Beside you on the table rests the knife you'd been stabbed with, save for the tip. That's currently buried in your guts. The blade is a rusty thing, old and brittle. The thought of that extra bit of metal swimming about inside you sits ill. Your vision blurs, a queasiness rolling over as your head rolls to the side.

Cooper notices your far away gaze, pausing in his inspection to clasp your chin in his glove covered fingers. The ones that are thankfully not covered in your blood. The other hand prodding at your flesh has bare fingers, calloused texture a distant pleasantry. He'd yanked that glove off with his teeth. Skin to bloody skin now. How intimate. 

"Now, dove." The words are a soft puff of breath against your cheek as you refocus. "Keep them pretty eyes open for me now." His attention shifts back to your wound while do as commanded.

"Stuck you real good, girlie." Cooper murmurs, eyes hooded from your inspection at this angle. He continues to mind your wound, bare fingers tracing your abdomen as if to feel from the outside where the rusty intrusion is. "Gonna hav'ta clean it proper. Needin' to dig the tip out."

All you can do is nod absently, drinking in every detail of his face. His black-as-night lashes are clearly visible this close, looking as pretty as can be. They add extra shadow to the sunken hollow about his eyes. He glances up, the swirling deep forest green and brown of his gaze catching you. You suck in a breath as Cooper's nail catches on the cut.

Teeth snap shut with a click as you bare them at Cooper. He smirks right back at you. He knows it hurts, but there's no helping it. All you can do is grimace and bear it while trying to divert your attention from the throbbing in your abdomen.

Your study of him is your current distraction. It's working well enough, mind content to catalogue the sharp lines of his face as you sit there panting quietly. There's the detached burn of alcohol as he dabs your wound with a soaked cloth, pulling a shiver across your skin in response.

Focus. Focus on the face of The Ghoul intently working. How there's the rough texture of his ravaged skin before your eyes. His skin is rusty in color, an earthy shade. It reminds you of the red clay from your long-abandoned home. His skin is just as baked and cracked as that dirt was. A delicious contrast to the richer red of his lips. Funny how he looks all sorts of dried up, but you know those lips to be softer than expected. Soft and pliant when pressed against your own with the wet press of his tongue darting out and-

You curse as your thoughts shatter into sharp glass, body instinctively lurching away from what hurts you. Cooper snatches your thigh, fingers digging in as he holds you steady.

"Now, now. Easy there, dove." His eyes flick to your face again. He's got a finger crooked into the gash. It feels wrong. "Told you I need to get that piece out. Breath, nice and easy."

You inhale. His head cants to the side as he waits. You exhale. Cooper nods as his finger digs deeper into the wound, feeling about. You swear he just brushed viscera with a fingertip.

It makes you dizzy, feeling his finger rooting around in the open wound as he tries to nudge out the knife bit. Forceps would have been a good idea, maybe some pliers? Something thinner than Cooper's gnarled fingers. You've memorized those digits intimately, but never expected to know them here. In your fucking guts.

It hurts. Of course it fucking does, but it's a wrong sort of pain. The sensation keeps flipping your stomach over and over. You want to empty the contents of it, but know that'll hurt worse with the state you're in.  Your eyes lose focus as Cooper clicks his tongue. 

"Focus. Eyes on me like I said, darlin'." He waits a beat as you blink, refocus. "Attagirl," his tone is even and coaxing, trying to keep you calm as if you're a startled brahmin. His finger continues to root around in your open wound, feeling for that stray bit of metal.

There's a twisted sort of intimacy in having Cooper's fingers delving into the wound, a sick parody of what else he's buried in you on better days.

You moan, a low sound pulled deep from within you involuntarily. It hurts.

"Now dove... That ain't the sort of cooing you should be makin' right now,'' amusement laces his words as he studies your face. His finger goes still to let you settle. It takes a moment, adjusting to the intrusion because his finger has sunk deeper. Your body is trying to reject the invasion, nerves flaring up with clear alarm.

You huff in response, shooting Cooper a sour look as a tremor runs through your strained body. It's not your fault your pain sounds are similar to the ones you make when he's rutting into you. He shakes his head, smiling to himself as Cooper gets back to work.

"Can feel it at my fingertip, jus' let me-" The digging is a burning invasion now as he presses deeper, finger crooking. You can feel the tug of something else scraping your insides as you suck in a sudden breath. He catches that bit of rusty metal, tugs and then it's over.

Cooper holds up the metal shard in front of your face with a yellow grin. "Got it."

You promptly drop your forehead against his shoulder with a whine. Blood leaks sluggishly from the wound now.

"There, there. I gotcha, dove. Now, you let me clean you up proper." His gloved hand rubs your back briefly before he gently sets you upright. Cooper is quicker to clean out the wound, caring little for how the alcohol he pours directly on it burns as he flushes it out. It's almost a welcomed sensation after the nausea induced fingering he'd just been up to.

He pauses, considering a moment before Cooper pops the same bloody finger he'd just had inside of you into his mouth. You can only watch in a detached way, pain keeping you pacified as Cooper makes sure to lick his hand clean of your blood.

"Disgusting," you sigh. It's half-hearted. You've seen him ingest far worse. 

"What? I'm a ghoul, sweetheart," he smirks. "Figure only way I'm gonna get a taste of that."

"Can you please fucking get me that Stimpak already?"

He tuts while wiping his hand clean of your blood on a spare rag before obliging. Cooper smoothly jabs the needle directly above your wound without warning, earning a hiss from you but your resentment instantly melts away.

This time you moan in pleasure, soothed as the endorphins rush your system in a cooling wave of comfort. A detached floaty feeling settles over you instantly as you relax, eyes drifting shut. A content smile settles on your lips while Cooper busies himself properly bandaging up your wound and wiping away the excess blood. His fingers linger, the bare ones ghosting up your side as a tremor runs through you for a wholly different reason now.

Slowly, you open your eyes again as you once more slump into his warmth. The scent of leather, gunpowder and something uniquely him fill your nostrils as you inhale.

"Better, dove?"

"Mhhm," You hum in contentment.

"That's my girl," He purrs as he hooks an arm about your waist and gently tugs you closer. "Now how's about we see about thankin' me proper for saving your sorry ass?"

[viktor-noctis]

I'm ashamed - ashamed! - of the Ghoulcy shippers right now. Flabbergasted.

Disappointed.

There are 53 fics on Ao3 already, yet not a one - a single damn one - has Cooper getting the hardest boner of his life seeing Lucy in his trench coat.

Looks like I have to do it myself...

Bonus points if that's all she's wearing.

[carn-e-vil]

oh yeah.... im making aus now.... florist au but al haitham is a part time employee at the plant nursery tighnari owns and kaveh keeps running into him

[random111sposts]

Help me, l've fallen hard in love with Joshua Graham

I'm an agnostic person that loves reading and learning about mythology and religion and Joshua

Graham is just so fucking amazing help me

Like, I imagine and plan to write fanfics that involve my atheist Courier OC talking to Joshua Graham about their perceptions of God and religion and about what God would say in reaction to the current state of the world and they would go so deep in discussion that Courier can't sleep because they wanna talk more but Joshua tells them they need to fucking sleep and after so long, my Courier finally sleeps but barely

Then the next day, immediately starts talking more about the patterns and commonalities religion and science have with each other and how interesting it is

Basically, my Courier OC looks like a crazed tired person that rambles a lot and Joshua is just listening while cleaning guns

[elvishdemigod]

I need fanfics where SoSu is replaced with companions.

Like MacCready went to get the cure for his son, but when he got home, Duncan was completely gone, and whoever he left them with tells him Duncan just vanished into thin air.

Or Piper. Nat is missing and she's freaking out because she has a gut feeling it was actually the Institute, which would make her grudge against McDonough even more impactful.

Or maybe, even Jun and Marcy Long refusing to give up finding where their son is. Two dedicated parents willing to go to the ends of the earth to find their son.

Of course that'd have to give the Institute a reason to kidnap the kid. And would Sole still have seen their spouse get shot, their baby taken, and Shaun become leader? Or will it be someone else?

And what would any of these characters do in their place? How would they get to the Institute? Act with the Railroad? How would they find out about the teleportation? Would Kellogg still have been the one to affect them?

[toadallytadpole]

DCA Fallout AU - Stats and Perks

This is regarding my DCA Fallout AU!! I'm probably gonna call it something like "The Sun, The Moon, and The Mechanic" since it's simple enough!! Here are the Stats and Perks for all 3!!

Sunny's Stats

Strength: 9

Perception: 3

Endurance: 7

Charisma: 8

Intelligence: 6

Agility: 3

Luck: 4

Sunny's Perks

Bloody Mess: +5% overall damage; he goes a little overboard when he needs to protect you...

Strong Back: +50 carry weight; he regrettably acts as your pack mule companion...

Polar Powered: +2 Strength and +1HP per second outside between 6AM and 6PM; he gets a little sluggish and grumpy as it gets darker...

Moon's Stats

Strength: 5

Perception: 8

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 2

Intelligence: 9

Agility: 5

Luck: 5

Moon's Perks

Friend of the Night: eyes adapt quickly to low light conditions; he keeps a watchful eye on you during your well-needed rest...

Fortune Finder: considerably more bottle caps are found everywhere; he pays for all your meals and supplies...

Night Person: +2 Intelligence and +2 Perception between 6PM and 6AM; he's infamous for his midnight heists...

Mechanic's Stats

Strength: 4

Perception: 6

Endurance: 5

Charisma: 10

Intelligence: 8

Agility: 6

Luck: 1

Mechanic's Perks

Bisexual Menace: +10% damage to everyone and everyone is easier to persuade; your wild charms know no bounds...

Robotics Expert: +25% damage to all robots and can shut off robots by sneaking up behind them and deactivating their systems; you also fulfill all of the boys' repair needs...

Finesse: +5% critical chance; your dexterity comes in handy even when holding a gun...

FOR CONTEXT!!

I specifically used the term "Bisexual Menace" for one of The Mechanic's perks as a reference to Fallout New Vegas!! In that game, you can choose to have both sexuality perks at the same time [Black Widow/Cherchez La Femme for female couriers and Lady Killer/Confirmed Bachelor for male couriers], and because both options have their individual +5% damage to their respective gender, bisexual couriers canonically do +10% to everyone [which has always been hilarious, especially to me as a bisexual]!!

However, all folks can enjoy this!! Not just bisexuals lol the perk was just for the silly reference to Fallout New Vegas!!

[ghoulhusband]

ok bear with me here: an idea i’ve been kicking around is benny maybe not falling in love with per se, but romanticizing an idea of the courier after they die because he reads their diary/journal/pipboy. i think it’d be kind of a benny thing to do to find out he had a lot in common with someone he killed and instead of actually taking responsibility or feeling guilty about it he kinda turns them into a victim of the cause where he keeps imagining them as the first person to actually believe in what he’s doing, tell him he’s the man, etc. where like this version of them understands why he killed them and forgives him and is like ‘if it weren’t for house—who’s fault this so clearly is—we could be together and i’d back you up’ so there’s an additional what in the g-ddamn element to them being alive where they’re obviously not the person he imagined in his head but also despite his own personal fantasies benny’s still not the kind of guy who’d trust anyone with his plan or to have his back on this one. yay or nay

[myosotisa]

ghoul!Eddie Munson who finds a stumbling survivor of Vault 13, a sweet sheltered little lamb, and charms his way into "helping" her

he was really planning to sell her to the highest bidder, but he starts to liken it to getting a dog - but one he can talk to, that can negotiate for him with her sweet words and pretty eyes, that can cook and sing little tunes while he plays his acoustic guitar. and he learns how loyal a Vault Dweller raised in safety can be when she starts killing for him

it also doesn't take him long to realize how fucking sexy it is when he corrupts her

[spacingoutforever]

ok so what if ghoulcy moment inside an old decrepit theatre!?!

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

shes in awe at the number of seats, the huge empty screen. theres a lot of dust, one or two skeletons hanging limp over the back seats.

if the world hadn't fallen... these seats would be full of people. families. couples. Lucy's hand reaches out to caress the back of a seat, worn red velvet beneath her fingers. well. most of them.

when she looks to the Ghoul, he just moves around like its nothing, looking for supplies.

"you really are from before... aren't you?"

she says, just loud enough for him to hear over the rummaging.

he doesnt look up, shifting to the next stash.

"well, how'd you figure that one out?" it took him a moment to reply, his tone condescending. always making it obvious that he wasnt prioritising her.

that this, everything, was still about finding her father. she doesn't know how to answer.

Lucy's silence makes him look up, but his eyes land on an old movie poster behind her.

most of it was covered in old blood, brown and black, stained by the new world like they were. one part remained unscathed, the face of a cowboy staring right back at him, lasso in hand.

the Ghoul's expression drops, he looked almost pained. but then he clenches his jaw, as if taking back his resolve. he wants to pull his gun out and shoot it.

Lucy looks at the poster, then, at the gloved hand now resting on his pistol.

"don't."

she speaks up, voice strained. like she knew.

somehow Lucy feels exposed when she steps out from behind the row of seats.

the Ghoul swallows his anger down like a nasty pill. a dry, choking feeling sitting in the back of his throat as he looks to Lucy. the concern in her face warmed him from his boots to his hat. you couldn't fake that, he thought, reluctantly taking his hand off the pistol.

i so badly want to see Lucy comforting Coop in s2

him letting his walls down around her because she wont mess him around

have seen a lot of ghoulcy where Cooper is the one to warm to her first, but i also love it the other way around. instead of being kind to him bc shes making a point - she just starts to shamelessly try to look after him.

remember how badly she wanted to get married :(

she is trained in so many skills and very clever.. what if she fixes the popcorn machine

[aka-tua-braindump]

My brain is full of fallout Reader x Norm MacLean ideas, help.

[fink0680]

Just gonna throw this out there bc I haven’t seen enough of it

I really want more content/fanfic about any of the human fallout characters x any of the ghouls doing this specific plot line:

Sad zombie apocalypse type vibes where the ghoul is slowly going feral and the human is in serious denial and refuses to leave them behind. Might eventually result in a case like that one fallout 4 quest where the brotherhood of steel guy was secretly keeping some ferals alive in a basement, where the human just ends up keeping their progressively more feral partner locked up in a room/building because they can’t bare killing them or letting them go ._.

I wanna write this now the voices are speaking. Please give me angst.

[sirmanmister]

Real life has been kicking my ass lately so you know what that means!

“People don’t come out of that place alive.”

“I can imagine.”

“You’re going to kill him.”

Two soldiers stood on the end of a vertibird catwalk, watching the vehicle beside them warm up. One dragged on a cigarette and narrowed their eyes at the other through the smoke.

“I ain’t gonna kill him, Rhys,” Damien said. “He volunteered to come with me.”

“Because it’s his duty to babysit you,” Rhys shot back. “Danse is a good man, but he’s an even better leader, which means he isn’t going to let any member of his squad head into the Glowing Sea by themselves. He’s the type of man to die for something he believes in, and he believes in the Brotherhood. Not you.”

Rhys gave Damien a long, withering look, nostrils flaring like the very sight of Damien in an orange flight suit enraged him.

“Think about what it is you really want in there,” Rhys said carefully. “And then think about it again and decide if it's worth the life of a good man.”

Damien’s slight irritation at Rhys’ continued badgering rose abruptly into something far more pronounced. Damien could handle not being liked, but Rhys was toeing a very delicate line.

Damien’s intentions behind joining the Brotherhood were no secret, and Rhys was one of the few that knew more about them than anybody else. He’d seen Damien at the police station, biting back tears when they couldn’t give him any help with Shaun; he’d been in the room when Damien had met with Danse and Maxson and exchanged information on the institute for a place within their ranks. Rhys had known the stakes from the start.

“You’ve got a problem with the way things are, you can take it up with Danse,” Damien said through grit teeth. “I’m going in there with, or without his company.”

“You’ve got a deathwish.”

“Wanna join me?”

Rhys scoffed incredulously and gave Damien a pitying look. With a shake of his head, Rhys turned and marched back down the catwalk.

[spaghettiandart]

If you think about it rapture would've made a sick DLC environment for a Fallout game

[rosemaryreaper]

“Dig Seven Graves” trivia

Now that all seven chapters are out, here are a few bonus details no one asked for!

The last two chapters have parts that directly overlap with the events of Rosemary Reaper (or technically its sequel), which is why certain lines are intentionally vague.

“Dig Seven Graves” covers every season. Brach and Worwick die in spring, Dawes dies in summer, Keane dies in fall, and the fic ends in winter.

For retroactive context (and subject to change as I keep writing), Haylen is the youngest member of Gladius. She’s 20 when they leave the Capital Wasteland, 21 at the start of Fallout 4, and 24 at the start of Rosemary Reaper. Danse is 31, 32, and 35 respectively. Rhys is slightly younger than Danse.

Haylen has severe hearing loss in her left ear and wears a hearing aid for it. It doesn’t always function perfectly, which sometimes drives her up the wall.

Haylen did not have ADHD when I started writing “Dig Seven Graves,” but she refused to sit still throughout the entire fic. I do not recall consciously giving her this trait, but I guess she has it now?

Radstags are a huge symbol in Rosemary Reaper. The titular character, Ros, frequently encounters a lone white radstag while simultaneously haunted by dreams of wolves. Haylen experiences a similar dichotomy through a wounded doe and her role as a hunter vs. a healer.

I dropped everything to write “Dig Seven Graves” to get inside Haylen’s head more because she and Ros are foils in the longfic. Ros is an angry person who slowly learns to embrace kindness; Haylen is a kind person who slowly learns to embrace anger. Interestingly, they don’t interact much until after they’ve had their respective switch.