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wassertoffatom · 5 months ago

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16 with our boy Maccready?

Maybe (RJ MacCready x F!Sole)

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Author's Note: I'm really sorry about this one. My brain connected to my fingers and took it away from me. BUT THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, HEAVY HEAVY MENTIONS OF SUICIDE ATTEMPT, can't stress that enough, it got a tiny bit dark, language, alcohol usage

Word Count: 1.5k

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The Commonwealth is awake tonight, brimming with relief and happiness. Everyone heard the loud explosion that rattled what was left of Boston. The dust had settled hours ago, coating the Boston Commons in a thin layer of radioactive fallout. You’re not sure where your team went, but if you had to guess, they’re out celebrating. You should be celebrating with them, but how can you when you have just killed your only son?

So you sit alone, nursing a bottle of aged whiskey as you stare out into the city, contemplating your life these past eight months. Maybe Shaun had a point, you think to yourself, taking a swig of liquid. Maybe the Commonwealth is beyond helping. The thought causes you to freeze. How can you think like that? Despite 70% of the inhabitants trying to kill you, there are still some decent people. Thoughts like that are what formed the Institute. Maybe Shaun did get his messed up ideologies from you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you take another chug from your bottle, eyes peering out from the edge of MassFusion. Struggling to get up, you stagger to the edge, leaning your top half over, gauging the height. If you jumped, death would be guaranteed.

Tears prickle your eyes as you unlatch your pip boy, setting it to the side before stepping onto the edge, body swaying in drunken stupor. Would anyone miss you? What use to them are you now that the Institute is destroyed? Maybe MacCready will miss you, but even then, he got what he wanted. He got his son back. He won’t miss you. He has his son, everyone has someone, and you don’t. Maybe it would be best to join Shaun and Nate in the grave. “I’m sorry, Robert.”

Your leg slips off the edge, closing your eyes, expecting to meet air, but instead your body is thrown to the ground. Either that was a really fast fall or you’re dead. “What the actual hell are you doing?” That’s not Nate’s voice. That’s MacCready’s. Why am I hearing his voice? Is this what the afterlife is like? A pair of arms shake your body vigorously, causing your eyes to open, meeting a pair of very blue, but very angry eyes. “What the heck is your problem?” He drags your body away from the edge toward the center of the roof.

“Mac? Am I dead?” You try to sit up but he places his body on top of yours, his hands holding your arms to your side.

“Is that what you’re doing? Were you trying to kill yourself?” His voice is strained, trying to hold back his emotion. “Why the fu-frick would you do that?”

You try again to sit up, but he doesn’t budge. In normal circumstances, you would blush with him on top of you, maybe tease him. Now is not that time. Knowing that he caught you, you let out a sigh of defeat. “Yeah, RJ. I was.”

Tears well in his eyes. Why would you do that to him? It’s bad enough Lucy is dead, he does not want another person he cares about dead. And no one would’ve known. “Why?”

Looking away from his heartbroken face, tears spill down your cheeks. “I don’t belong here, Mac. I don’t belong in this world.”

“So what? You’re just going to jump? Not tell anyone? Let some raider find your dead body? What if Piper had found your body? Hancock? Nick? Deacon?”

“Mac.”

“What if I had found your body? Do you have any idea what that would have done to me? How could you even think about doing something so… so stupid?!”

“There’s nothing for me here!” You yell out into the night, giving up trying to get out of his grasp. “My husband is dead! My son is DEAD! And I’m all alone,” you sob from underneath him as he looks away, wiping his tears. “I mean, Piper has her sister. Nick has Ellie. Hancock has Fahrenheit. You have Duncan. I have no one.”

MacCready slips off of you, instead pulling you onto his lap and holding you close to his body, terrified that you would try to jump again. One of his hands reaches up to stroke your hair in a vain attempt to sooth you. Looking up into the night sky, MacCready wishes to whoever is out there that they provide him with the words that he wants to say, but has always been scared to. A bright twinkle in the sky catches his eyes and he takes that as a sign. “You have me,” he pauses as your sobs begin to subside, now replaced with sniffles. “I love you, dammit. You’re the most incredible, strong, courageous, beautiful woman I know. You literally walked out of a vault, in a new world, and bared it to find your son. Not a lot of people would have done that. They would’ve given up, seen it as a lost cause, but not you. And even when we weren’t trying to find your son, you still helped people in ways that no one would have done.” You fall silent as he looks straight at you. “Even when given the choice between your son and the rest of the city, you chose the city. You’ve done so much for everyone. You’ve done so much for me. You saved me, from myself. I don’t know what I would do if I hadn’t seen you the second that I did.”

“How did you even see me? I thought everyone would be out celebrating?” MacCready chuckles, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, using his thumb to wipe your cheek.

“I never left. I decided to just stay in the shadows. I knew you needed space and I didn’t want to be a bother, so I just hung around in the shadows. It’s a damn good thing that I did. I didn’t know what you were going to do, but my gut was telling me you were about to do something stupid, so I stepped in.” Both of you fall silent, embarrassment blooming under your cheeks at the thought of actually going through with it right in front of him while he comes down from the adrenaline rush of running over to you and grabbing onto you at the last second before throwing you onto the ground. He didn’t mean to throw you, but if it was throwing you two feet onto the roof or watching you fall 14 stories, he would throw you over and over until he couldn’t no more.

Reaching back to scratch at the nape of his neck, he averts his eyes to the edge where he had almost lost you before turning his attention back to you. “Look, (Y/N). I know you think that you don’t have anyone here, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m sure that the entire decent half of the Commonwealth would rally behind you if you gave the word. And I know I’m not a lot, but you have me at the very least. You will always have me.”

His words peel at your heart. You’ve always had a soft spot for the mercenary, and fell completely in love with him when he told you his story. And now, hearing him pour out his heart again, this time for you, has you reconsidering your plight. “RJ. You are more than enough.” You surge forward, your lips pressing into his like he’s your lifeline.

It takes him only a second to realize what is happening, but as he realizes, he’s immediately kissing back, holding you impossibly close, mentally cursing the clothes between the two of you. Not that he’s thinking of sex right now, because he’s definitely not, but he craves the physical intimacy that this moment requires. Pulling away with slight regret, he presses his forehead against, sharp lines of his nose nudging yours in a loving manner. “Please, reconsider. Stay here, alive, with your friends. With me. Stay with me.”

“But what about Duncan?”

“What about him? (Y/N), you and him are the most important people in my life. I would do anything for either of you. Please, stay with me and Duncan. I need you.”

Nodding your head, you wipe the snot from your nose with the back of your hand, trying to make yourself presentable knowing it’s a moot point. “Ok.”

“Okay!” He giggles softly, pulling you back into him, cradling your head as he presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

“RJ?”

“Hmm?”

“If I did do it. Would you come to my funeral?”

“I’d bury you next to Nate and Lucy. I mean it. I would do anything for you.”

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hrefna-the-raven · 10 months ago

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Deacon x sole survivor

Bona Fides

a few drabbles about Deacon and his desperate attempt to hide his growing love for you

Part 1

Robert MacCready x Sole survivor

Heart for hire

It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.

Part 1

Elder Arthur Maxson x Knight reader

Heart of Steel

You are a former soldier before the Great War, frozen in the vault only to wake in a world you didn't recognise anymore with your husband killed and your son kidnapped. You stumble through the Commonwealth, having searched far and wide with Detective Valentine for your son until you stumble upon Paladin Danse at the Police station. His Brotherhood wakens your desire to belong somewhere again and so you join them, but upon meeting Elder Maxson you weren't sure anymore if it really was the right decision....

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel

Chapter 2 - Tour of Duty

Chapter 3 - Show no mercy

Chapter 4 - Something's gotta give (18+)

Chapter 5 - Don't let me be misunderstood

Chapter 6 - Dream a little dream

Chapter 7 - Dangerous minds

Chapter 8 - Why do fools fall in love?

Chapter 9 - The morning-after-date (18+)

Chapter 10 - Institutionalized

Chapter 11 - Blind Betrayal

Chapter 12 - A flame in your heart

Chapter 13 (final chapter) - A new dawn

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Maxson as Sole Survivor playthrough:

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Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

The hunt

You were sent to retrieve a precious item, but so was the most notorious bounty hunter in the Wasteland...

(set before he ends up in that grave)

Chapter 1 - The plan

Chapter 2 - The bounty

Chapter 3 - The spoils (18+)

Chapter 4 - The betrayal

Porter Gage x female sole survivor

The dress (18+)

(Marcosito) Cito x sole survivor

Headcanons - Falling in love

Mason x reader

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ghoul-foolery · 2 months ago

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Dirty Windows | 25

Hancock x Nora - A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

Fic Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

// TW: Mentions of sex trafficking

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Hunting down this piece of shit trafficker guy involved too much cloak and dagger shit, and Hancock was getting borderline sick of it. It was the waiting that got him. Every day he was forced to sit and wait was another day these fucking degenerates had the chance to hurt someone in too many terrible ways. While he wanted to tackle this thing shotgun first it would mean nothing if he couldn’t stop the shit from happening again. Cut the head off of the snake and the body would follow.

So he’d force himself to wait around for things to fall into place.

MacCready knocked his job and got to Nora far faster than he’d anticipated, which was a damn gift. While he wanted to head to Bunker Hill immediately, he forced himself to wait a couple days. It was a little bit of time for Nora and MacCready to get to know one another, a little time to steel his nerves and make what he hoped would be his final move against Cecil the skin trader. Nora having an expert gun at her side gave him the comfort he needed to push forward with his plan.

Two whole days after MacCready arrived at the Slog Hancock got Fahrenheit to agree to babysit Goodneighbor, and he set out for Bunker Hill.

The Hancock clothes were swapped out for something more inconspicuous; casual, relaxed clothes layered with carefully placed pieces of armor. The tricorn hat was replaced with a threadbare ski cap. Without the fancy colonial duds, Hancock was just another ghoul. Just another ugly fucker who might go feral at any second.

After getting to Bunker Hill, Hancock spent an hour or two milling about, observing and listening. Discretion was key, and he didn’t want to scare off his mark before he even got eyes on him. It didn’t take long to find the guy. His contact, the guy the now-dead secret seller called Gerard, was a big guy. Bear-like in stature. Big, muscly, hefty. And pretty fucking disgusting. He looked sloppy. His chest-length beard looked matted; grossly tangled. The clothes were stained, threadbare, most clothing in the Commonwealth was but Gerard’s were exceptionally so.

At first glance he looked pretty deep in his cups. His whole upper body was slumped down at one of the tables in the settlement’s main building. It was littered with empty bottles. Hancock wondered if anyone ever assumed he was dead — when Hancock got closer, he certainly smelled dead. But when he placed a fresh bottle of beer on the table, Gerard stirred. He lifted his head, peering up at Hancock with bleary eyes.

"Mind if I have a seat, brother?"

Gerard reached for the bottle, and went to take a swig. The bottle didn't make it to his lips before the liquid was sloshing down over his chin and neck, wetting his beard and his dirty shirt.

Hancock took a seat, taking a drink of his own beer. He considered sloshing his own drink in solidarity then decided against it. There was a silence between the two for a handful of moments before the guy grunted, "The fuck you want?"

"Gerard, right? Friend of mine said you were someone I should find if I needed help procuring something."

There was a sudden clarity in the man's eyes, a steely hardness that took Hancock off guard. It was like he flipped a switch and turned into a totally different person. There was a sudden tension in his body, an awareness that Hancock wouldn’t have thought he was capable of. If the drunken slob thing was an act, then Gerry needed a fucking award.

Gerard’s eyes turned appraising. He surveyed Hancock as if he was a particularly interesting science experiment — and Hancock met his gaze head on. For every second Gerard surveyed Hancock, Hancock surveyed him. If he could manage it, he decided that he’d pick Gerard off at a distance. While Hancock could take a hit, he knew that Gerard would fold him like a napkin with little effort.

There was a show of rubbing his too big palms over his disgusting pants, then Gerard held out his hand. Hancock took it, and damn near regretted it. Ol’ Gerry’s grip was tight, just past the point of painful where it seemed like the bastard was deliberately trying to crush his bones. But there was something being pressed into his palm—

"Ya found me. Now get the fuck outta m'face, y'ugly piece’uh shit," he growled, then tossed Hancock's hand from his grip.

"Sure brother, sure," Hancock drawled, fingers curling around the item that had dug so securely into his palm. He stood, rapping his throbbing knuckles on the table, before he pivoted on his heel and left.

Hancock made sure that he was clear of the building before he chanced a look at what had been given him.

It was a crumpled note, and written in faded pencil were the words: midnight - front gate.

Hancock groused, glaring at the handwriting before wedging the note into his pocket. He was getting tired of this waiting bullshit. But without a whole lot of choices in the situation, Hancock loitered, he explored, he checked in on Nora.

When his girl wasn’t elbows deep in grease and gears, she was with MacCready. The little shit had listened to Hancock’s request and showed Nora around working a rifle — but the lessons had been brief, and more often than not, MacCready was trying to get his hands on the Pop-Boy.

"Aw, come on. Just let me see it for a minute."

"RJ, I'm using it right now."

"Come on, I know you have at least one game on there."

"You can play with it when I am finished with it."

"You swear?"

"Yes, RJ. I swear."

Though he could feel Nora's irritation starting to manifest itself, her voice remained calm, and gentle. The woman must have had the patience of a saint. Hancock sat and watched for several minutes, smiling to himself as he listened to them chat. Arlen would pipe in on occasion to help Nora with some of her work. They all seemed so relaxed, enjoying one another’s company.

When MacCready asked about the Pip-Boy for the millionth time, he couldn't stay quiet.

"Tell him that if he asks about it again yer gonna send him to bed without dinner."

The dregs of irritation vanished, and he felt Nora's emotions shift. A warmth flooded him, bright and welcoming. Goddamn he wanted to be at the Slog with her so fucking bad.

"John says that if you keep asking about the Pip-Boy, you will be sent to bed without dinner."

There was a scoff in response, some kind of joking comment about how Hancock wasn’t his real dad, then Nora stood from her work. She tugged the Pip-Boy from her wrist and passed it to MacCready, "You can use it until I get back."

"Finally!"

Hancock watched as she left the workshop and stepped outside. She loitered away from the Slog, not terribly far, but far enough to get a little bit of privacy.

"You've been busy today," he said softly, still basking in that pleasant warmth that radiated from her half of the bond. Fuck, it felt like home. Like greeting the sun after a long winter. He wanted to live in it.

"Yeah, sorry. We've been working on the purifier. Almost done with it, actually."

"I'm proud of ya," he said, allowing his focus to settle on her perspective, on the fencing around the pool house, on the surrounding trees and greenery. "You're kicking ass over there."

"Thank you. I feel like I'm accomplishing something - something big, that people can benefit from, you know?"

They chatted about the purifier for a few more moments, then MacCready. Nora didn't seem to mind him, even going so far as comparing MacCready to a brother that she never wanted.

"I know it's gotta seem like I gave you a babysitter, or maybe a babysitting gig," he started slowly, grimacing when he silently admitted to himself that that had been exactly what he did. She wouldn’t accept his help, so he sent someone in his stead. "But hopefully after tonight-"

"Tonight? What's happening tonight?"

"I, uh, got a meeting... with our buddy, Cecil. Hopefully."

"How did you find him?"

"Everything is for sale if ya know the right person, and you got the right amount of caps," he rasped. "I... I just wanted to give you a heads up so ya don't come calling and see somethin' you don't want to be seein'."

"Is anyone going with you?" Her voice was steeped in worry, growing a little tight, a little airy. Then came the flood of emotion that took away all that magnificent warmth. It was a bitterness that coated his tongue. It was a rampant heartbeat fluttering next to his own steady calm.

"Nah, flyin' solo on this one." The worry was immediately accompanied by hair-raising, gut-twisting anxiety. "I'll be fine." No answer, just wave after wave of emotions that almost made him feel ill. He focused his efforts on blocking that part of their bond. "Nora..."

There was a sniffle, "Promise you'll be careful..."

His heart ached. Fuck, was she crying for him? Slowly, he grasped one of his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the knuckle. He hoped she felt what bit of comfort he tried to give her. "Baby, yer breakin' my heart..."

"Please promise me."

"I'll promise to be careful on one condition..."

"John-"

"I promise to be careful, Nora. But now I want you to promise me something..."

A soft sigh, a mere sliver of that anxiety lifted away. He felt smooth skin at his fingertips, felt their tickling touch on the back of his hand. It was a surreal feeling, as if he was touching and being touched. He could feel the caress at the back of his hand, feel it in every wandering digit.

"Okay..."

"I know you don't need a babysitter, and I know that you probably don't like bein' saddled with one. But... if you can keep MacCready with you for another week or two..." He tickled his own fingers over his palm, feeling the softness of her skin under his touch. He pretended that she was there with him, their hands entwined. "Let him show ya the ropes, just for a couple of weeks. Then, when he heads back this way... maybe consider coming with him. You don't have to stay, I won't keep you here but... Promise that you'll consider it."

A gentle touch to his cheek, the barest caress, had him sighing softly. He leaned in to pursue the phantom touch, finding nothing but empty air. He opened his eyes, staring at the space he imagined Nora being and he fucking ached. "In two weeks, when RJ heads back to Goodneighbor... I'll be with him."

"Don't say that unless you're sure."

"I'm sure."

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perfectlypreservedpie · 2 years ago

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MacCready hat gang rise up!!!

#polls are closed and hatcready won #which is good I was always in his corner #here is the inked version!! we are gonna see if she holds up well to paint!!#if u never get an update on this drawing assume the painting part went bad!!!! lol #rj maccready #robert joseph maccready #maccready fo4 #maccready x sole survivor #ss: annie dyer #female sole survivor #fallout 4 #my art #perfectlypreservedpie’s art tag #2024 update: the painting part went bad :(

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crackinglamb · 5 months ago

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Chapters: 8/38 Fandom: Fallout 4 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Female Sole Survivor & Nick Valentine, John Hancock/Female Sole Survivor, Deacon & Female Sole Survivor (Fallout) Characters: Female Sole Survivor (Fallout), Codsworth (Fallout), Dogmeat (Fallout), Preston Garvey, Mama Murphy (Fallout), Piper Wright, Finn (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Fahrenheit (Fallout), Daisy (Fallout), Robert Joseph MacCready, Nick Valentine, Doctor Amari (Fallout), Pickman (Fallout), Wiseman (Fallout), Ronnie Shaw, Mayor McDonough (Fallout), Desdemona (Fallout), Deacon (Fallout), Whitechapel Charlie (Fallout), Sturges (Fallout), Father | Shaun (Fallout), Synth Shaun (Fallout), Lorenzo Cabot, Doctor Carrington (Fallout) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in The Commonwealth, Crack Treated Seriously, Game Mechanics As A Plot Device, Canon-Typical Everything, Game Dialogue, Respawning, Existential Crisis, Minor Lovecraftian Horror, Dissociation, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Flirting, Explicit Sexual Content, Canon Shall Be Yeeted, Angst with a Happy Ending, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Summary:

Jack Nunn was just a normal, everyday woman who loved Fallout 4. Until she woke up in it. The only way out is through. And through, and through again.

Same as it ever was…

(The MCD warning is due to the nature of the respawning mechanic.)

Beta'd by Iron_Angel. Updates twice a week. NSFW will be marked **.

Chapter 8 - The One You’re Lookin’ For

Nick stood in a pool of shadow, lighting a cigarette he couldn’t actually smoke without lungs and peering at the three of them together. “Hancock.”

“Hey, Nick.”

“MacCready.”

“Mr. Valentine.”

And then he looked at her. “Well, gotta love the irony of the reverse damsel in distress scenario. Question is, why did our heroine risk life and limb for an old private eye? Especially in such noteworthy company.”

“I need you to find someone, but it’s complicated. The trail is pretty cold, to be honest. I don’t know exactly where they could be, or how long they’ve been gone.” Both of which were lies, of course, but she wasn’t about to give away what she knew in front of MacCready and Hancock. There would be time enough later on to explain it all to Nick.

#Lamb writes #fallout 4 #female sole survivor x hancock #and the days go by #jack nunn #john hancock #maccready #nick valentine

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callmewisteria · 3 months ago

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Something Breaking (At The Precipice Of Something New Chapter XLV)

After eleven years, Annette enters her own memory of the day Enclave Colonel Augustus Autumn murdered her father at the site of Project Purity to confront the guilt of surviving when her father did not? Set on bringing Kasumi home, Preston Garvey, his right hand man and his right hand man's daughter, Nick Valentine, and Ellie Perkins split up in Acadia to speak with her and to confront Dima about her humanity? Her mind still reeling from the events at the Atom Cats' Garage, a heartfelt conversation with the woman she has fallen in love with, Cait Felgate, leads to both Nora and Cait revealing parts of their pasts to each other that still leave them conflicted about what they make them as people? The Minutemen, Valentine, and Perkins go to meet with High Confessor Tektus alongside an Atomite believer and synth named Cole to convince Tektus to surrender his power to the peace driven Cole? The Mechanist in their custody alongside two abominable robots, the Brotherhood decide what to do about them?

A lot happening in this one in the aftermath of the heavy action of the previous chapter, read it on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad!!

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maccreadysbaby · 4 months ago

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My Masterpost 🥳

hello! my name is maccreadysbaby! i’m a multifandom fanfic and original content writer here on tumblr and (sometimes) on wattpad @/highschoolgirl97. you may have found me through writing tips, fanfictions, fo4 character reactions, or just general crack posting, but I’m glad you’re here! :)

please, check me out! ↴

my old masterlist was getting full and boring, and as i’m shifting away from character reactions/fo4 content and more into original/fanfic content, i decided my list needed an update. HERE IS MY STILL INTACT OLD MASTERLIST WITH ALL OF MY FO4, DESTINY, COD, AND ORIGINAL CONTENT. (IT WILL STILL BE UPDATED AS I DO SMALLER MULTIFANDOM WRITINGS.)

⚠️ I STILL TAKE REQUESTS FOR THE FOLLOWING FANDOMS (list is subject to change):

- Batfam - Detroit: Become Human - Fallout 4 - Fire Emblem: Three Houses - Voltron

BELOW IS MY CURRENT LIST (WITH LINKS!) OF ORIGINALS AND FICS I WRITE HERE ON TUMBLR!

✍︎ The Hundred Days Series (ongoing): a batfam fanfiction trilogy starring my most popular oc ever, bentley whittaker, as he deals with his insanely crazy life that may or may not include batman.

➤ A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne (Book One!) ➤ A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne (Book Two!) ➤ Project: Killcode (Book Three!) ➤ House of Wolves (Book four!)

✍︎ Before Us (on hold): a fallout 4 maccready x oc fic, starring a female non-sole fo4 oc, with nate as the sole survivor (railroad ending)

✍︎ Crash and Burn (on hold): a fallout 4 preston garvey x oc fic, starring a non-sole female oc, with nate as the sole survivor. (minuteman ending)

✍︎ Killer Instinct (on hold): a lord of the rings tenth walker / boromir lives / boromir x fem!oc fic

✍︎ The Big Leagues (on hold): a fo4 multi-companion work journeying through each of their respective backstories — each chapter can be read as a standalone

➤ ALL OF MY ONESHOTS, REQUESTS, AND SMALLER WRITINGS (HEADCANONS, DRABBLES, ETC) CAN BE FOUND HERE, LISTED OUT BY CHARACTER AND FANDOM.

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➤ MY HUNGER GAMES FANFICTION (ONLY RAVENS FLY) CAN BE FOUND ON MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT, BY SEARCHING THE USERNAME IN THE DESCRIPTION AT THE TOP OF THIS POST, OR BY SEARCHING “ONLY RAVENS FLY” ON THE WATTPAD WEBSITE

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rpgromanceplayinggirls · 1 month ago

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Name: Fallout 4

Genre: Action RPG, Post-Apocalyptic

Platform: PC, PS4, PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S

Release: 2015

Audience: Mature

Protagonist Type: Optional, Customizable

Romance type: Optional, BxG, GxG

Official Synopsis:

Bethesda Game Studios, the award-winning creators of Fallout 3 and The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, welcome you to the world of Fallout 4 – their most ambitious game ever, and the next generation of open-world gaming.

As the sole survivor of Vault 111, you enter a world destroyed by nuclear war. Every second is a fight for survival, and every choice is yours. Only you can rebuild and determine the fate of the Wasteland. Welcome home.

Content warnings: Violence, Body Horror, Horror, Drug Addiction

Notes:

There are seven total romance options, three women and four men. All options are bisexual and available to a female player.

There are several factions in the game, and one romance option, a man named Danse, will become unavailable as either a companion or a romance option if the player refuses to join his faction.

Romance options gain affection through player choice and dialogue, as well as passively from travelling as the player's companion. If a companion's affection drops too low from player choices, they will leave the player. Each companion has a questline that is required to complete before romance becomes available.

Romancing multiple characters is available, but dialogue will make it clear that the characters don't like it.

The female player character, canon named Nora, begins the story with a husband and son, but her husband is killed in the opening sequence and her son is kidnapped.

One character, MacCready, has a son from his wife who died before he met the player, but the player never meets him.

There is a decent amount of reactivity and unique dialogue options if the player character is female, but companions largely treat her as neutral.

There are three Fallout games preceding Fallout 4, but they are not required to play in order to enjoy and understand this one.

#fallout 4 #protagonist type: optional #protagonist type: customizable #romance type: optional #romance type: bxg #romance type: gxg #genre: action rpg #genre: post apocalyptic

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velvet-verve · 8 months ago

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MASTER FIC LIST

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pssst. green means active!

Blue Moon

deacon x male sole survivor

Deacon is a man who has lived through so many ends of the world. At least a handful, surely. He's gotten used to anticipating them. Timing them out, even. Then, he meets a man who has lived through a couple of atom bombs, and he feels an itch to check his watch. And it takes that man disappearing in a sci-fi bug zapper for shit to actually start to happen between the two of them. What a couple of stubborn pricks.

Cat Scratch Fever

butch deloria x female lone wanderer

Butch Deloria had always had bum luck. A little troubled, a little snarky, and quite possibly doomed. Everybody knew it. Janie Weissman had always been a little out there. A little temperamental, a little odd, and quite possibly suffering from a minor chemical imbalance. Everybody knew that, too. What the people of Vault 101 don't know, however, is that's just the shavings off the top of a very large iceberg. In a Vault that seems to shrink with every passing year, two restless spirits find they're more similar than they ever gave each other credit for. But will that newfound connection, the one that made underground life bearable, survive when a crack is found in the thick walls of Vault 101?

Dogfight; Mk II

deacon x female sole survivor

A woman out of time. A man out of options. And their story told out of order. Deacon has lots of rules. Rules, not to live by, but simply to stay alive by. Rule Number Twenty-Six: Never break character. Rule Number Five: No leather pants in the summertime. Rule Number Nineteen: If it's gone green, you must intervene. Rule Number Two: Never underestimate the enemy. And finally, Rule Number One. Never let your guard down. But in the end, aren't all rules doomed to be broken? It's ironic, really. All that pining over Vault 111, and when the Morningstar emerges, she seems intent on burning herself out.

Fugue State

rj maccready x sole survivor

Miriam Braxster. That's what it said on her driver's license. That's how conductors introduced her. It's a name she'd hoped one day would be printed on a brass plaque on a door in some prestigious conservatory. And it's what it said on the very top of sheet music the world didn't even get to listen to before it destroyed itself. Mac's pretty sure the only place Robert Joseph MacCready has ever been written down is on the note tucked into the basket his parents left him in.

Strange Fruit

noir! rj maccready x sole survivor

Boston. 2080. A city with as many shady secrets as it can hold, and maybe even a few more. The wealth gap keeps widening, crime isn't cleaning itself up anytime soon, and dark conspiracies run through banned papers in underground speakeasies. As if the threat of the Chinese atom bomb isn't enough. A stray comes in from the rain, and R.J. MacCready is sucked into a twisting, sordid mystery that sinks to the depths of Boston's most well kept secrets, all centered around the last girl you'd ever expect to have so many monsters in her closet. But, as Nick Valentine likes to say, one should always expect the unexpected. And looks can be very, very deceiving.

Solace, Part I: Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies

deacon x female sole survivor

Two souls marred by grief. She is a public figure. To the Commonwealth; a symbol of freedom, of resistance and strength. A prewar savior. An image He painted. He is a faceless, nameless man. A spy for an underground militant organization hanging on by a thread. A shadow of his former self. Their connection cannot be denied, even as subterfuge and paranoia runs rampant. They both have enough secrets to drown in. And they're struggling not to fall for each other.

Unobtainium

rj maccready x female sole survivor

It's often been said that R.J. MacCready has a bad attitude. He owns it. He flaunts it, at times. But when the Minutemen's growing influence leads to an encounter with General Preston Garvey himself, he's introduced to a woman who might give him a run for his money. Because Sabrina Minor, Doctor Sabrina Minor that is, is also famous for a very bad attitude. She's brilliant, and she's a pain in the ass. And unfortunately, she's about to become MacCready's problem.

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Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 26 -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

Hello to the ten maybe twenty people who keeps reading this fic 26 chapters later…its funny because I don’t see you in the numbers but I see you when I make an update. Which makes me wonder where the hell are the 60 people of chapter two, maybe in the middle of the road…and it’s a long road

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

The radrain didnt stop until a month and a week later from the latest events, Arthur had a bit of remorse for how things ended up last time…but not that much, he was tired. Know that this situation wasn’t normal but if knocking up somebody would be this problematic better spare himself…

A week after the radrain stop he received another letter, not from Nora, from the Longfellow old man, he was at the entrance of the airport delivering that letter and damn it was a miracle that he remembers who he was to accept it and not shoot at him, thing is that it wasn’t exactly a letter from Nora, but from Maccready, if it was really him of course, he didn’t know his calligraphy to judge if it was really him or not…

“She is at Sanctuary and will be for another pair of weeks if you want to pay a visit”

Cool, thanks for the notice…

He make a ball of the note, playing with it nervous on his hands and swallow saliva…yeah…yeah…lets pay a visit…

A paladin and a few soldiers should be enough, she says to always park the ventibird in the Red Rocket station since it’s the designated place for air vehicles…According with scribe Nereah power armor isn’t necessary for now, strong winds move all the radiation to another side this days so the air and the sky are clean to move freely, that’s what he expect of Nora doing outside too.

So he did, take a paladin and a few soldiers on a ventibird and move there, doubt that anyone but Nora will attack him…if that happens of course… he hopes to be able to take down a pregnant woman in case of anything, never did it before, its not like he wants to do it but…lately he don’t know anything…

At arriving at the station he knew that everybody in Sanctuary will be aware of his presence, so be it, but anyway he told the paladin and the soldiers to stay aside and just watch any weird movement in the settlement, if they hear shootings of course to come and help but nothing more than that, just in case of an emergency scenario.

But even before placing a foot down on the ground he saw at the wooden bridge a patrol of minutemens with…a pregnant lady in a blue vault suit. He swallows saliva and walk towards them. Meeting Nora, looking at her in the eyes avoiding to look at her belly. It wasn’t the only thing he wanted from her of course

At standing one in front of the other he wanted to talk and say anything, not really having something planned, before they didn’t have all this problems to communicate but now he felt like nothing more needs to be said even if there was a lot of talk to be done. But she did first. She talk first- Come on, lets go to my house to talk.

Arthur sighted and relax his shoulders, sometimes they understand the other too well

Of course he didn’t want their private drama to be part of his soldiers and hers but they need protection constantly from their positions.

Walking along her felt good and correct in another time but now it feels…odd…it gives him bad vibes, he hated that, wished everything to be as before but…no…his eyes slip to her rounded belly, his child was there now, and he loved it, this was all worth for him, maybe not easy but yes worth for him. A bad chill press on his spine when he saw the door of her house, the last time he was there maybe…it was when they conceive their child.

Both go inside the house and Nora leaned against the next wall, looking down, hands behind her back.

-Isnt that suit a bit tight?

-Why are you here Arthur? –rude, she always has awful ways to say things

-I suppose you would be here after the rain is over

-Its true, there’s a lot of settlement work to do everywhere, the radstorms leave a lot of damage in people houses…only im not doing it, im giving directions and helping but not much

-Im glad you aren’t…-he stay in silence for a moment, looking at the ground before looking up again- Nora its over –she look at him, not saying anything- you are five months now what do you expect to happen? You are even taking care of yourself, its not like you expect to loose it and free yourself from this –her hands moved to her belly, only to the sides.

-Taking care of it is something that it just felts natural and correct to do…I pass through this before…but I never expect it to happen again less with you.

-When you ask your husband down in the vault 111 about being happy again weren’t you talking about me? –he was quite sad about that

-Yes…and I was right, it did end horribly like with the last person I take down there

-It didn’t end, im not saying anything about an end, I keep looking for you because I don’t want it to end

-You know why im here? Why I still am a brotherhood soldier? –what? That only confuse Arthur- because I killed Danse –what does a thing have to do with the other? Nora sobbed, and look up trying to contain the tears in her eyes to not fall down her cheeks- If Danse would stay alive I would align with the institute just for his sake, but I killed him

-You killed him because I order you, he was synth and an spy…-he didn’t get it.

-No, I didn’t follow your orders, I killed Danse because I was mad I couldn’t convince him to run away with me, I confessed my feelings expecting it would change his mind and he say he can only look at me as a sister, I was mad, I let a fury consume me and I killed him taking the opportunity because I was so mad to be rejected after wanting him for so long…but not for the good of the Brotherhood…because I resented him –now tears were going down her cheeks, this was the second time Nora talks about killing someone because a fury consume her

So…Danse was the other guy everybody talk about. But they never were a thing.

-What does this have to do with our baby? So much time passed…-well it does feel like shit knowing that your woman has feelings for other person not gonna lie, but it doesn’t matter that much since he is dead a long time now

-If he choose to stay with me I would align with the institute to keep him secured by my side for sure

-With the same son you kill because of the atrocities he made? –this was bullshit, an attempt to make him go away.

-Or the railroad maybe I don’t know im…-she moved her hands to the sides of her head

-Confused, because this has nothing to do with our child, with me…with us…-Arthur step in front of her and place his hands on the sides of her belly, feeling it warm and heavy on his palms.

-I loved him, he was my best friend –Nora was sobbing, and as much her words were a stab on the chest they were discussing something far much important- and I was so mad for so little…I killed him, he didn’t deserve it

-Nora I told you before that you don’t have to be a saint all the time, you have the right to feel and you are pretty aware of it, you feel and do all the time –lets just forget the Danse subject shall we? It hurts him too, remembering your best friend hurts so much

-Don’t you see that I don’t choose the brotherhood? That I didn’t choose you!? -oh no she wouldn’t pull him away with this- if would choose anything else if he was still alive!

-Bullshit, you look after me for months, what we have is real and you can’t deny it, enough with this nonsense

-I would never choose an hypocrite with tech parts –now he did separate, doing circles on the floor walking almost laughing.

-You are so desperate, have nothing against me, you don’t wanna just admit that there’s absolutely no reason for this drama –she looks ashamed behind all the tears and the red nose.

-No…i…

-Come on, if you didn’t have an abortion until now, when? You want this baby, and don’t have a real problem with me…because I didn’t give you any single reason…ever

-Do you really want someone like me to be the mother of your child? –someone with an unclear goal, who flips sides all the time, who doesn’t like the idea of being a mother again

-This isn’t about me! –Arthur pointed at her with a sarcastic smile, cornering her in her own trap- I don’t get why five months later we keep discussing the same thing but yes! I do! For god sake I do!...-he stay in silence, looking at his sad dog face thinking carefully before talking- listen to me…I been working really hard…this half year…due to the results and achievements we both –he pointed at himself and her- had…I been promoted…

-You are already elder what biggest promotion would you need? –she was confused, still sobbing.

-I been talking and negotiate with other elders in California…contacting them back, they recognize my authority over Lyons…is not just my soldiers, my followers like they used to call them…I don’t have a cult…they recognize mine as a chapter of the brotherhood with no doubt…im no longer on Lyons shadow.

God. Nora close his eyes, its true, Arthur have his own problems too, and never take the time to think on them. Be at his side.

-And? –she moved close to him, taking his hands, feeling awful about never care about him, its true, she place all her drama in his shoulders and never care about his problems, her own hands tremble but this is the minimum she can do about it, even if it was useless and one attempt to feel herself better.

-We can go Nora, we can go away –he look at their hands together.

-I don’t get it.

-We can travel away from the Commonwealth, settle in somewhere else –she shook her head to the sides.

-What?

-You have horrible memories and experiences of this place, this land, lets go away, make new ones, the three of us…

-Can we do that? –Nora was so confused

-Yes! I have everything prepared…im just waiting for you…for our son…

She loose his hands, but Arthur put his on her shoulders, moving her head with his to look into her eyes.

-I…I don’t know…I have so many things here…

-This place only give you suffering the more you are here, lets go away from this memory’s, make some new ones with me and our child

Her breathing accelerates, a lot.

-I don’t think I can

-Nora it’s a chance for us

-But what about the minutemens…

-You can pass the power so someonelse, forget it, you are a sentinel you can work anywhere

-What do you mean

-I want us to be happy together

-I was happy before the baby! –she screamed, pulling away from his grip walking around the house nonononononono

-You weren’t happy before –Arthur follow her.

-Maybe –again, she grabbed the sides of her head.

-We can be all happy together, away from the horrors of the commonwealth

-I don’t know I have so many things to do…-Arthur place his palms in her cheeks, making her look into his blue eyes, she melted into that gaze.

-Im here just waiting for you Nora, I not leaving without you…but we can heal together away from this place

-The wastelands horrors are everywhere…my malnourished slim little kid –oh gosh she remembers

-They are, but together we are stronger…-her eyes fill with tears and Arthur hug her, pulling her against her chest, kissing on her head while she sobbed.

-I have to think of it…-why?- there’s so much im leaving behind

-You made a manual in case of death, what more do you need? Consider yourself dead and come with me, in case you died for any reason somebody else have to take your place anyway…

-Well I prefer you to have my caps ally…-true, logically true

-This door is open for us, only together, you told me a lot of times you wanted to travel away from the Commonwealth, this is not your old home anymore

-I don’t know if I will fit good as a mom no matter the place

-Im also becoming a dad –she look up at him, taking a breath, closing her eyes before hiding her face on her neck

-I have to think on it

Well

She didn’t say no but…that wasn’t a yes…and knowing her…she was saying no for sure. She didn’t want to follow him into the wastelands.

Arthur separate, and place a hand on her belly, it was the biggest he had seen until now and he believes…it was going to be the biggest he see forever…He feared not seeing her again for some reason stiching in the back of his neck and it didn’t feel like a common fear.

He took a long breath, look up trying to hold the tears, not wanting to take out his hand from there. He feared not being able to touch there again.

-Nora please

-I just have some things to do…

-I love you –he said out from the heart, but he knew that wouldn’t break her, wouldn’t reach her…

-I love you too

Not really, both stop loving each other with the same intensity as before. And that break Nora and Arthur hearts.

-Does it move? The baby –the question take Nora by surprise- its five month your exams are good you should feel something

-You have no idea –what does that mean? – it hits hard for only being five months…

-You are big –maybe too big for five months only, but he never see a full healthy pregnancy before, always on sick and malnourished womans. Nora put his hands over her belly, pressing them down over the leather of the vault suit

-Maybe too big for any suit

-Don’t worry, I can get as many comfortable clothes you need

-Ill give you an answer later…-that was a no, Arthur give up for today with grief, he move his hands away separating but the second before pulling…he swear he felt something against his palm.

-You know ill be waiting…im not leaving without any of you

-I know…

The elder will leave that day with the feeling on his palm of…something pressing hard against it…and the round sensation of her warm belly.

He took the ventibird at the Red Rocket station with the paladin and the soldiers waiting for him back to the Prydwen, the whole journey he would think on his pregnant woman and his 5 months child moving inside her, really moving. Soldiers can see that the elder was tired, defeated, again, today wasn’t a victory for him, the sentinel was being too rough and difficult to seduce.

That day Arthur decided that if she was going to stay at Sanctuary working unable to convince her, he would infiltrate an spy between the minutemens lines, not for anything more than just watch her and inform about her everyday and well being

He needed to be in some form…present…for her and their son if she didn’t allow it.

But he wouldn’t use a soldier from his own forces, he asked the other elders for an external intelligence soldier to come to the Commonwealth for a secret mission, not because his were unable but they all know Nora and had connections to her, maybe someone loyal to her and her triumphs will snitch on him. I mean if the elder ask you on a mission it was important if course but there may be some friendships or closeness involved since she was such an important soldier from so long, she started from initiate and had a big link…to Danse…one of the most popular and beloved Paladins…even if his name faded in time because his anti-synth campaign did good results.

Maybe it wasn’t moral, but he wanted to know what was up with his family, she didn’t want him close because of her own traumas and honestly he can’t travel everyday and mobilize a group to protect him, he had duties and responsibilities to do. Maybe she had hers to, he wouldn’t deny that, but clearly…their thing was dying, she didn’t want him close. He offer everything.

The only single thing he didn’t offer was to end up the pregnancy, and even if he offer it not only now it was too late he doubted it would improve something.

Maybe the baby really change the things, as it was expected of course it would change things…but he wished for things to get only better and they didn’t. He puts too much confidence in this relationship. It break his heart having this realizations but…It would be foolish to continue complaining after 5 months. That’s it. Its over.

He kick the table in his quarters with a small kick, but still one of the bottles of vodka fell, not spill…looking at the transparent bottle make him realize how much passed since he stopped drinking…before Nora he drink at least one shoot a day, and now this bottle was in the table as decoration mostly since year and half…

Maybe he needed a drink today.

The spy was introduced two weeks later in Sanctuary, as a citizen of the Commonwealth who came to work and live from the radio transmissions.

For an entire month he followed Nora and Maccready from the shadows, giving weekly reports to the elder of this chapter and everything seem…normal…apparently she gives directions and orders only, organizes patrols and logistics. She doesn’t eat in the communal dinners. Wakes up early to do…small labor, like cleaning the streets and moving the cattle, lately they were fencing the surroundings of the “isle” that is Sanctuary.

But she is big, bigger than any pregnant woman that the spy have ever seen for her time, it couldn’t be a thing of prewar genes.

Maccready was around, and specifically says in the report, around enough to not bother and not be noticed. It was almost like he was the spy of Maccready and Maccready was the sentinel spy. The spy suspected that Maccready had a slightly idea of what he was doing here, but not his identity.

Should he warn Maccready? Or it would be too much? Two spys over a single person…

Nah, he didn’t need to know that much.

Two weeks later. Nora ambushed the spy against a wall and put a knife on his neck.

Not using force by any methods, just corner him walking around in one garden, walking at his side was enough for her to push him lightly against a wall and since the spy knew that she was the pregnant mother of elder Maxson child he wouldn’t do anything to defend himself to not causa an accident.

Nora had the card of being the general of this place, almost like Hancock in Goodneighbord, she can do…a lot of questionable stuff that usually would be excused as something she does to protect Sanctuary, so pushing and menacing a settler against a wall…was something nobody would question at all. She had a good enough image so this wouldn’t bother at all.

-Let me go! –say the spy, not actually scared about the knife on his neck, acting to not break character.

-You think I wouldn’t notice eventually an spy in my home? –she said spitting in his face, taking another knife out of…he couldn’t really know where but Nora take lessons from Hancock on how to be a good mayor- so, who send you? I think I was in good terms with the railroad

-Im not an spy!

-Drop the act dumbass, it will make it easy for you

-Please I beg you! –a raider gang maybe? This guy didn’t look that weird

-You know I never had the chance to interrogate someone on court before the bombs dropped…this may be a good practice –she said before giving him a hard punch in the stomach, when the man fell to the ground beated by pain she sat on his back and use both hands and knifes, one under his neck and the other up behind the head. Shit this was no good at all.

-Believe me im not a spy! I swear!

-Not good enough, keep trying

The spy can see from the side of his eyes how people were coming over them, noticing the odd and violent situation happening in the peaceful settlement, damn if more people joined this would be more and more dangerous for him.

-You are making a mistake general!

-Maccready, give me a hand over here, hold his feet

Oh no, not him precisely. Both man exchanged looks and…damn he understand the situation, he understand who he was and what he was doing there.

-If you weren’t pregnant ill already be free! –its true, he can’t harm her, she was carrying the son of the elder, if by any chance she receives any harm that would be his end, better summit and not move a muscle

-You sure buddy? –she asked all cocky

-Just because you are the general doesn’t mean you can do this!

-Nora –Robert call her securing the man ankles, she look at him with a bit of effort due to keeping the concentration on her prey –we need to talk

-What? –she said getting off the spy with her legs to knee in the ground next to him, still with the knifes on his neck, loosing a bit of control cutting slighy the flesh making the spy jump a bit when Maccready come close to whisper on her ear his concerns. Whisper whisper whisper…-that fucker –was that an insult to elder Maxson? That will go in the report –you –Nora call him taking the knifes out and kicking the side of his body while Maccready secured his wrist- come with us

This wasn’t an experience she needs as a pregnant woman, less with the belly at this stage but oh well she can still move good without problem

-Let me go! –scream the spy while Maacready make him stand to walk to Noras house, at getting inside Codsworth understand the situation with the strange man and move besides her to protect his pregnant maam.

-Come on, I said that resisting will do it more difficult for you –the raider talk was something that really entertained Nora

-Again! Im not a spy! –Maacready kick him in the calves making the man curl in pain, the mercenary took the chance to sit him down in a chair, not tying him up, standing behind.

-Hey General –call the mercenary to the woman on the other side on the room- do you still have the Throatslicer? –well that name sound intimidating

-Oh yeah, what a great idea –she said with a bright smile, in the moment she leave the room the handy robot behind her pull out a circular saw, just pull it out but when she came back throw something to Maccready in the air –here you go!- and stand against a wall, placing her hands on her belly

-So –said the mercenary catching a rusted knife, just placing it in his shoulder, securing it the grip with his fingers, letting the blade between his neck and shoulder- are you going to make it easy? For you, specially

-I don’t know what more do you need to convince you im not a spy

His brotherhood training didn’t let him fear a hostage situation but this was taking too long to change, I mean he assumed this was a situation it could happened and for a month he did it pretty well but…she is a sentinel, of course this wouldn’t last too much.

-What is a scar or two? –said the mercenary before strabbing him in the right shoulder by the front, taking by surprise the brotherhood spy who tried to stand from the chair but the mercenary wouldn’t let him, pulling him down again in the chair, stabbing him in the left shoulder now- heres goes the second! –the soldier tried to fight and use his arms to defend himself but the wounds there make his grip all weak

-Let me! Im swear im not a spy! –his voice cracked in pain, still in the other side on the room, Nora was watching

-Robert –she called him, the mercenary close his arms around his neck to avoid him from running away –an ear

-You cant be serious –said the spy taking a breath- im not what you think! –the opens on his shoulders were getting hot from the blood coming out

-Do it –she said as the Mister Handy robot leave her side and move closer with the flamer and the circular saw, to menace him to stay in place as the mercenary pull one of his ears and place a knife in the union between the ear and his head- you can talk you know?

-Please don’t! –ok the acting wasn’t working, she wasn’t softening and he was really doing his best to not drop the image of an innocent settler. When the knife started to cut a bit of skin the spy overventilated and surrender-Ill do it! –like a professional, Maccready stopped but move the knife to his neck again, were there was a bit of blood flowing down too.

-Will you talk? –she said getting closer.

-Yes! –oh no the wounds on his shoulders were really really bleeding

-Alright, but the knife stays there –a sadistic smile appeared on her face, the woman take out 2 syringes, one of med-x and another of stimpack from whoever knows were…-see this buddy? Im giving it to ya when we are done

-Im bleeding –his clothes were all wet and the metallic smell from blood was all over the place

-Don’t worry, I don’t have rugs anymore in this house, too much bloodstains to clean

-So who is your boss? –ask the mercenary moving the knife around

The spy didn’t want to talk at all but…

-The brotherhood…

-Weird you don’t recognize him–said Maccready to Nora.

-Odd to me too, doesn’t act and move like an initiate neither, what are you doing in this side of the commonwealth fella?

He didn’t want to talk at all

-Im sure there’s plenty of interesting places around to sneak your noses more than this old neiberhood –mutter the mercenary into the spy ear

-Not if the sentinel is not around –said the spy, Nora look confused at him.

-Me? Why me?

-I believe is pretty big obvious Nora –when Robert said that Nora give a kick to the air and look at the ground

-let me tell you something –said the woman walking slowly towards him- you can still de your work around –Maccready raise an eyebrow confused, the spy too- yeah…you can stay here…-she said with a smile, the spy swallow saliva at seeing that curve- you can even write this conversation in your report –she wasn’t mentioning the elder at all, but it was implied- in fact I want you to specifically communicate this so listen up –the woman knee in front of him looking at his terrified eyes, it wasn’t easy to keep the composure in front of someone with so many raider vibes- you can watch me, follow me, try to sneak into my secrets…but you will fail, one day I will disappear out of nothing and there will be no sight of me at all, I will be out of your sight so youll have nothing to report at all more than your failure, I swear ill make you fail you mission stupid toy

The man swallow again feeling a void in his stomach.

-You will let me around?

-Yeah, you can still do settlement work, live and eat our food –she stand up, looking big and powerful, menacing- are you a brotherhood soldier or a third party?

-A brotherhood soldier –Nora make a sign with the head to Maccready and the man put the knifes down, lifting him up from the chair as she stands back.

-Never see you before –she said as dropping the med-x an the stimpack to the ground, not breaking them, just letting them fall, one of the syringes having a small crack on the sides spilling the content by little drops- you are lucky I don’t let a brother or a sister down, go away sucker

The spy knee down trying to pick up the syringes before the liquid spills on the ground and loose the chance to heal a bit, his arms and shoulders hurts like hell but he was able to move enough to pick the items, as soon he got them between his fingers doing that regrettable show the mercenary pull the neck of his coat and use the force to take him out of the house as Nora open the door, throwing him outside like a pile of trash, not caring if he crashed against the floor.

Door was smashed in front of the spy face, who take the chance to inject the stimpack and the med-x in his shoulders, feeling the burning of the cuts in his neck still present

Inside the house Nora pull the hairs at the side of her face, having a burnout of stress.

But she will keep her word.

The spy was still around, walking, working, eating, sleeping, defending the settlement, going on patrols searching for problems nearby…she wouldn’t look at him in the eye, others would direct him but there he was, still around, no one was kicking him. Yes, other settlers were suspicious of his attitudes and manners, because of the show, of course if the general menace you with a knife against a wall and then interrogates you in her house you won’t be seen as well as before by other people specially if they loved her so much but…he was still around.

He will write this to the elder in his report, repeat everyword of her, specially the menaces and comments about him. But after that report others followed, others that will look like more like before the discovers the spy, saying that the days were normal, that she was working around and directing things as usual, not talking to him its true but…just like before…her pregnancy look normal, growing everyday a bit more.

Its like she wanted the spy around.

At 7 month, she will stop using the vault suits to change it for dresses, like a Laundered denim dress, surely because she doesn’t fit anymore in other clothes and they were too tight to move around with her gigant belly…and a Old fisherman's hat, not sure why so ugly but it must be to protect from the sun. Something was odd with that pregnancy, she was too big, really big.

But a week later after that…she keep her word…and disappear…the spy lost track of her for two more entire weeks. She vanished in the air. He would ask around to the people or what they acted like his bosses, not only no one wanted to answer much because it wasn’t really their business to get in trouble because the newbie was asking too much but because they didn’t know either.

He wrote the elder about it, about her dissaparence, how she wasn’t around, she wasn’t working on the settlement but apparently didn’t leave because everybody that would be her companion was around. Even Maccready.

She wasn’t dead, there was no movement if that was the case but everything was still so organized and fine that it couldn’t be, she was directing people from somewhereelse.

The spy started to panic and get dessesperate nonononono he loose his objective, he performed horribly in this mission, the spying was a fiasco, the cover up was a mess…and now the sentinel is gone! His discontent was starting to be visible because of how many people he was asking to get more information about the sentinel whereabouts, so visible that the man that almost cut one of his ears approach him one night, with a letter.

-Give this to elder Maxson –was the only thing the mercenary said to him

The spy delivers the letter to the airport with another soldier connections, not wanting to face the elder Maxson at all, arguing that he wanted to return to the settlement to see some new movement happening.

Maxson open the letter with full frustration knowing the situation from previous reports, she was so slippery to any of his plans.

“Nora is doing fine, healthy according to Curies report” said the letter Maccready read “Ill update you about her status but since she is not going out for a while…”going out? So she was underground? Oh his poor brain was trying to extract and read between lines as many information as possible”Changing, but since she is not my woman I will not look at that”Oh he can understand the meaning of that, still, Nora was barely still his woman at this point ”I don’t think she is ready even at this time, if you send some goods…ill deliver them to her “So the mercenary have access to whenever she was “I try to convince her everyday that she doesn’t have to do this alone, I lost my wife and I don’t think any protection is enough for the ones we love, she would do good in have you at her side, a little extra more of protection” is she the only who don’t see how unnecessary this is? Apparently she doesn’t bad mouth of him at all, if this letter was truly written with sincerity of course”Since I don’t have as many time as before ill leave you the details of my payment in the dorso of this letter, as you see and heard im doing fine my part of protecting her” of course, this man was working for his son Duncan “You are going to receive more letters from me, she is at the end stage and you deserve to be informed as well” oh gosh she really was the problem everybody understand him so well “Dunkan wasn’t fond of your offer and I wasn’t fond of leaving him again after being separated, I know you will take care of your son well as I do with mine, anyway, Nora doesn’t know about this letters, doesn’t have a way to, so ill keep informing you how things are going”

Arthur look at the back and there was drawings and instructions of apparently a place to leave the payment in caps secured until he has time to look them again, of course he wouldn’t have time if he has to be around Noras side.

It was useless to keep searching more hidden things in this letter content, it was pretty clear, I mean clean and vague because it doesn’t say much but there was no seconds intentions at least from a man that wasn’t as smart as her, Maccready was just an ignorant mercenary, doesn’t have the capability to write something more deep or do more than just…killing…performing his job…

So…she was…fine…

And changing…

Arthur prepared a package of things she left behind here in the Prydwen, at some point in their relationship she became comfortable enough to bring a few of her most beloved possessions to his quarters thinking it was their forever spot, new and beautiful dresses, clothes of all kind, magazines, books, hair products…she surely needed them since well its difficult to find this odds in the commonwealth.

By making this items go he was…letting an important part of their past together go to…separate…

But she needed them, his son would need clean sheets and blankets too, so he prepared a package to send…

Clothes and underwear for her, towels, infant clothes and a pacifier for their child he asked from the California chapters, clean sheets and blankets, a bottle for babys milk…even if he wanted to hold it feeding his child…he let that thought go away, didn’t need it right now doesn’t know how things are going to develop once the baby is born, he was living day by thay this tortuous situation…wiping sheets, soap, shampoo, purified water cans, cloth diapers for change as underwear for the baby…

Food he supposed she has…wasn’t going to fill space on things she wouldn’t eat…

Meds supply like rags, cotton, alcohol, clean surgery items, pillows, antibiotics…

Arthur was letting some of her things go away from his quarters with all the pain in the word, hating everysecond, but he do this for his child, now his child was the most important thing in the world. If the zeppelin by some reason exploded, he would run away to look after his child immediately.

The package will be delivered to Sanctuary directly…and hopefully if Maccready gives the goods to Nora, his spy will be able to locate her again. Hopefully.

A last pair of gifts for Nora were placed in the package, this feels like a coffin to their relationship, but she was the mother of his child and she would surely appreciate it, she was giving him something important, something she apparently never wanted but…do it for him. As she said, this was her solution.

At vault 111 Nora open the package that Maccready and Preston sneak in secret in the middle of a cold night with guards around securing the perimeter, knowing there was spys of the brotherhood nearby, being the most careful as possible to not snitch the general secret private quarters in Sanctuary…this will be her private spot for the last days of the pregnancy. She secured herself with Codsworth and Curie as her only company, but if Maccready and Preston were careful…they can be around sometimes, a few, maybe once a week.

Inside the package there was a box with supply’s and…it was surrounded by bloomed roses, open, bright red with a with a beautiful aroma of roses that enveloped Nora as soon as she opened the package seeing that spectacle took her breath away but the fresh watermelon that was among the provisions made her eyes water.

Gosh she never wanted things to end this way.

#makahimefanfic #fallout 4 #elder maxson #sole survivor #arthur maxson

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valentinevibrations · 2 years ago

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Lady gaea, how do you feel about maybe writing a mini touch starved maccready fic?

It started off so innocent.

Nora had pulled up her map, scanning her surroundings as she looked for a place nearby to shelter for the night. The outskirts of Cambridge left them with lots of options. They could make a run for the empty Hangman's Alley, try to take shelter in the police station, or knock down any number of ply board doors to see if any of these old houses were able to take visitors. Boarded up houses usually meant no ferals, and when you were trying to sleep peacefully, not having your toes gnawed off mid-rest was always a bonus.

MacCready approached, gun in hand, casual but alert, waiting for orders, and Nora heard him walk over. She looked up to say something, and was immediately distracted by the fact that there was an eyelash on his cheek.

"Stay still," she said softly, and reached out.

Her thumb brushed the little hair off his face. She wasn't ready for the way his lips parted and his eyes fluttered shut. The tiniest breath escaped his mouth and Nora drew back, the eyelash now gone but completely forgotten in the wake of that reaction.

She coughed. "Ok. All done. Hangman's Alley. Let's go."

Mac looked a little confused but he did as he was told, and Nora strode hurriedly down the road towards the bridge, blowing the eyelash off her thumb as heat rushed through her cheeks. She hadn't thought- she'd done it on instinct, she hadn't meant to make it like that.

Briefly, Nora thought back to the conversation they'd had about Lucy. He'd spoken about her like it had been a long time. She wondered if it had really been so long since- since he'd-

That was none of her business. But if Mac was, well, craving some kind of intimacy, wouldn’t it be good for her to give him even a little? Warmth and human touch always made her feel good. Maybe he would even be open to hugging?

So when they’d found themselves at Hangman’s Alley for the evening, sheltering in the shacks Nora hadn’t had time to order removed, her hand had found his arm. He’d stiffened, but he hadn't stopped her from running her gloved palm up his shoulder, along the slope between to his neck, and she cupped his face to watch his blue eyes flutter shut and his head push into her hand.

"It's been a heck of a long time," he mumbled. "I'm not gonna be good for much."

Nora leaned in, taking her hat off with her free hand. "You need somebody, Bobby. It can be me, if you want it to be."

"He- heck yeah I want it to be you, but," he broke off as she bit the index finger of her glove and tugged it off with her mouth, "holy sh- sugar, boss. You're sure you- you want me?"

Nora tugged off her other glove, tossing it down. Her lips met MacCready's, and she stroked her hands through his hair, across his cheeks, over his neck. He let out soft little noises with every stroke of her hand, and when she reached the buttons of his shirt he let out a groan.

Nora kissed along the exposed skin of his neck, shoving his t-shirt up to let her line red kisses down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. MacCready jolted when she licked along the treasure trail and unbuckled his pants.

"Wh- are you," he swallowed, "you're really sure? About- this?"

Nora cupped his face. "Only if you are."

"Heck yeah I'm sure," he nodded frantically, "oh god."

Smiling, Nora dragged his pants down and freed his cock from his boxers. It was palm-length, nice and thick, and she licked her hand before she stroked him. MacCready slumped against the wall behind him, his eyes rolling up.

"Seriously, boss," came out sharp and ragged, "I'm not gonna last."

Nora kissed him, leaving a smear of lipstick on his mouth, before she ducked her head and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh shit!"

She’d missed doing this. Nora wasn’t usually on top but the way MacCready shivered underneath her as she bobbed her head up and down the length of him made her chuckle and curl her fingers into the waistband of his pants as a way of securing herself. He didn’t taste too bad either - now that he was constantly being dragged around settlements that had working plumbing, she’d rubbed most of the grime off of him.

She shrugged off her coat as she got her mouth down to the base of his cock and swallowed around him. MacCready made a strangled noise low in his throat, tensing. For a second Nora thought that was it, he was done, but he curled his hands into her hair instead, hips rocking against her head. She swirled her tongue against him.

“Oh god,” he was panting, “oh f-fuck, Nora!”

It really didn’t sound like he was going to last. Nora sped up, relaxing her throat a little as her hands smoothed along his stomach, nails suddenly dragging down his sides. The whine he let out at the abrupt bite of pain made her want to laugh, and she reached down to run her fingers along his balls.

Apparently, that was all he needed.

MacCready arched up, letting out a yelp. His cock twitched, salt flooding her mouth. Nora swallowed it down, unbothered, tongue teasing and playing with him to clean him off without letting him out. His thighs trembled either side of her head, and despite the sharp gasps he let out, he didn’t try and pull her away. He seemed to be too focused on the sensations.

Nora finally let him free with a pop, taking a seat in his lap. Her lipstick was messy as she kissed him, but making out was hardly going to fix it. She focused on running her hands through his hair, teasing down his neck, touching him until he was a writhing mess underneath her and he grabbed at her breasts.

“Not here,” she panted, pulling away.

“S-sh- uh, sorry,” MacCready breathed.

Nora smiled. “It’s ok.” She cupped his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Think you can make the walk back to Diamond City?”

MacCready licked his red-smeared lips. “Do I get to eat you out when we get there?”

A laugh bubbled out of her throat. “Is- oh, that’s- what you want?”

His hands brushed along her thighs. “No offence, boss, but your ass and thighs have been a distraction since the first time I met you, and I want to know how they feel around my head.”

She flushed, even though she’d just had his dick in her mouth. “I like your- you’ve got nice- manners, Mr. MacCready.”

He shot her a cheeky smile. “Guess travelling around with you really taught me something.”

“I try.” She gave him another soft kiss, then tucked his cock away and did his pants up again. “You need a moment, or shall we head out now?”

“I’m good.” He patted her hip to silently ask her to get off him. “Unless you’re so shaky from anticipation that you can’t move.”

Snorting, Nora rolled off his lap and put her gloves back on before sliding her arms into her coat. She stood, and held her hand out. MacCready took it, scrambling to his feet.

“So, my place, unless you know anywhere better,” she began.

MacCready reached for his rifle even as he kept hold of her hand. “Your place sounds amazing right now.”

Chuckling, Nora picked up her gun and her bags. “I think I even have coffee left over.”

“Now that is one hell of a payday,” MacCready sighed with a grin.

Nora started walking, her hand in MacCready’s, not worried about the fact that between them, they were wearing what seemed like half a tube of lipstick. It was dark, they had places to be, and as she ran her fingers over the back of his hand, he left out a soft, happy little noise.

#Anonymous #maccready #female sole survivor #robert joseph maccready #maccready x female sole survivor #female sole survivor x maccready #Gaea fic

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miss-alice-evelynn · 4 years ago

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A Fallout 4 fic with MacCready x Female Sole Survivor.

Finally finished the game! yay! it was awesome loved it and MacCready was my romanced companion.

#fallout 4 #female sole survivor x maccready #companions #robert joseph maccready #john hancock #preston garvey #paladin danse #curie #strong #codsworth #dogmeat #cait #piper wright #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #romance #angst #fluff

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hrefna-the-raven · 9 months ago

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Heart for hire

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Summary: It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.

Warnings: none I think...

Notes: slightly off canon and I haven't played MacCready's affinity arc yet and no review, this was typed and posted^^ living on the edge despite constant anxiety *whoop whoop* xD

Part 1

Robert spotted you as soon as you walked down the stairs, wearing the exact same blue vault suit you had donned a year prior when you first stumbled into Goodneighbor. A genuine grin unfurled on his face as you casually ambled towards him. The notion that, after all that happened with Lucy, he was fortunate enough to discover love again, still seemed surreal to him. But he knew better than to turn away from the blessing that slept 210 years in a vault only to find him shortly after waking up. Your steps halted in front of the table he was sitting at, humming innocently to yourself as your gaze trailed over his figure. From his seat, MacCready lifted his gaze, his eyes squinting marginally as he mustered all his fortitude to maintain a neutral expression.

"If you're preaching about the Atom, or looking for a friend, you've got the wrong guy. If you need a hired gun… then maybe we can talk."

A soft chuckle echoed within you as he reiterated the same statement he had flung at you one year ago.

"What makes you think I'd be an Atomite? And who knows? Maybe you'd want me to be your friend?"

He snorted softly, the corners of his lips curling into a familiar amused smile from back then. His little vault dweller sauntering through the Third Rail, tossing back her audacious retort with the same bravado.

"I don't make friends", he threw back at you playfully, followed by a flirtatious wink, "I fear we'd get too close and our lips might accidentally touch."

Innocently, you shrugged, drawing a chair beside him and settling down. You evaded his look as if it were a blazing inferno, fearful of being consumed by its flames, incapable of continuing the little teasing game the two of you were playing.

"Oh you know, I was told that accidents tend to happen quite a lot in the Commonwealth."

Grinning devilishly, you reached for his beer, took a hearty gulp before putting it back on the table, finally holding his gaze. His face contorted into a mock surprise, melodramatically placing a hand over his heart.

"The nerve of you!"

You signaled to Whitechapel Charlie for another round and shifted closer to MacCready, inhaling deeply to steady your nerves as you savoured the unique blend of Gwinnett pils and gunpowder that marked his scent.

"You seem a little young to be a hired gun. Tell me your story and the next few drinks are on me."

Charlie's interrupted you, the robot hummed cheerfully as he placed the beverages on the table and disappeared again. Robert exhaled sharply, consuming half of his beer in a single gulp to steady his nerves.

"First you're drinking my beer, and now you want to hear my life story… What's next? My social security number?", he quipped.

You chuckled at his comment, your heart almost melting at the fact that he would remember the little things you told him about the life you lead before the war.

"I'm simply intrigued by this handsome man sitting all alone in a place like this, plus I have no other engagements for tonight, so if you'd be so kind and satisfy a lady's curiosity", you whispered enticingly, your fingers playing around the bottle's neck, moving up and down before taking a drink.

The more your fingers played with the bottle, the more MacCready found himself fixated on them, suppressing an urgent groan that welled up in his throat.

"Handsome man, huh? Well, there's not much to tell… stuck in Little Lamplight, never knew my parents."

He finished off his drink, releasing a contented sigh as the mild buzz from the alcohol gradually spread through his body. A calm evening, no impending disaster in sight, there was no other place in the whole Wastelands he'd prefer over this very spot.

"My, my, what a tragic story", you gently stroked his shoulder, your fingers leisurely tracing a path down his torso, "but the poor handsome merc hasn't told me his name yet. Or is that as mysterious as his past?"

Your hand settled flat against his chest, sensing his heart rate quickening beneath your touch. His lips quivered subtly under your gaze, struggling mightily to suppress the temptation to kiss you.

"That's a mystery for you to figure out", he leaned closer to you and whispered, "but I have that very close friend who calls me Mac."

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you recalled the moment you had chosen that nickname for him when he first revealed his name. It took him some time to get used it, persistently expressing his displeasure at the moniker you had chosen until the day his heart succumbed to your affection. Since then, the once hated nickname became the song your heart sang to his each day, a tender tune he would never tire of. MacCready felt the threat of drowning within the craving sea of his desire for you, the screaming of his longing for you grew deafening, making it impossible for him to continue denying your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you from your seat to his welcoming lap, as his lips passionately locked with yours. Only when breath became a necessity did you part, gasping and laughing softly as you affectionately rubbed your nose against his.

"Having met you, having you this close to me has made me happier than I've ever been before", he murmured, his face nestled in the curve of your neck.

A year ago, he lingered alone in the Third Rail, drinking to numb his mind, a desperate attempt to escape the sad truth of a dead wife and a son in the merciless grip of an unknown plague, well aware that the gunners might show up and finally put a bullet through his head to end his despair-ridden existence. But instead a different kind of trouble found him that night, the kind of trouble that would plant its roots in his heart, flourishing and growing into the most beautiful thing he could have never dreamt of. It took him quite some time to finally see the true blessing of you choosing to annoy him that night, stubbornly clinging to his side and dragging him along while fighting for the freedom of the people in the Commonwealth and to free your son from the clutches of the Institute. You were the silver lining on his horizon, the sunshine he had eagerly waited for after enduring numerous calamities in his existence. His thoughts fleetingly flitted back to the silver ring he had spotted in Fallon's basement shop back in Diamond City. Maybe he'd quickly drop by tomorrow, praying that it had not yet been purchased by someone else in the meantime. He had not yet planned on how exactly he'd ask you How he would propose was yet to be determined, but his conviction was unwavering - he desired, no he needed, you to be his wife, being bound together in love. Eventually, he dreamt of a time when your sons both would reunite with you and in good health, finally enabling you both to enjoy the serene family life that both of you longed for.

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ghoul-foolery · 5 days ago

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Hancock x Nora - A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

Fic Summary:

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

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TW: Violence, drug use, mentions of rape, and trafficking. While there isn't heavy details, the situation is rather grim.

Notes: And so, they finally meet in not great circumstances.

Even though Wiseman was patrolling the grounds surrounding the Slog, Nora didn’t go find him to say goodbye. There was a baseless concern that he might try to stop her and MacCready from leaving, and she quite simply didn’t want to chance it. Instead, she scribbled a quick note. It was simple, and to the point. There was no time to extend a heartfelt thanks for all of the help, or apologize for leaving so abruptly but she signed it with ‘Love, Nora’ and pinned it to the chair in Arlen’s workshop. Then her, MacCready, and Dog took off into the night. John was unable to offer up a precise location based off of the Pip-Boy map. Instead he instructed them to make their way to Bunker Hill.

Traveling in the dark post-apocalypse made Nora more uneasy than she already was. A stark memory of sprinting through the unknown dark, John yelling instructions as gun fire riddled the night surfaced. It made her want to turn on her Pip-Boy light, to ward off some of the uncertainty, but she knew better. A light in the dark would call attention.

For all of Nora’s mounting discomfort and anxiety, MacCready seemed to be the exact opposite. The smartass kid was gone, shoved deep down under the guise of collected professionalism. It was like he was a totally different person. And it helped. A lot. In a moment where relying on John’s emotions in a time of uncertainty wasn’t feasible, seeing MacCready’s calm demeanor gave her something to mirror. Maybe someday these harrowing moments would become old hat and she wouldn’t be so reliant on the people around her. It was something Nora both wished for and dreaded.

It took just under three hours to make it to Bunker Hill. The monument still stood, tall and proud and mostly intact. It was almost eerie, seeing the towering obelisk jutting out from the remains of the old buildings, a tall shadow with the sun rising in the background. As they grew closer to the monument John’s voice drifted across her consciousness.

“Stay there for the rest of the morning, sunshine. Send MacCready and we can pick you up on the way back.”

“No way,” Nora replied, her voice lowered into a whisper. “You need help, and we’re almost there.”

“This isn’t how I wanted our first meeting to go. You shouldn’t have to see this.”

"Well, none of this has gone how you wanted. I’d say this is pretty par for the course."

"Ha. Yer a riot."

"You’ve been there for me every single time I’ve needed you. It’s my turn."

Once they got to Bunker Hill, John was able to help them navigate through the rubble and ruin of old old buildings. He directed them up one street, then down another, weaving them through downtown Boston. When the warehouse building came into view, John informed them that they had arrived at their destination, and told them where the entry door was. Before Nora could even start approaching the building, MacCready grabbed her forearm and pulled her back into the shadows of a looming building.

“You’re going to stay here and keep your eyes on that door,” MacCready instructed. “If you see anybody that isn’t me you’re got to fire your gun twice. Pop-pop, understand?”

Nora nodded.

“Then I want you to hide. Back into this building and lay low. I’ll come get you.” He gestured to the building behind her, her eyes followed. The building looked as if it was scorched black. Big yawning windows revealed a similar interior, dark and ominous and filled with debris.

Dog plopped down beside her, his paw swiping out towards MacCready.

“Protect her, boy,” MacCready murmured, giving one of Dog’s ears a quick scratch. “Make sure she does as she’s told.”

It was only after Nora gave firm verbal acknowledgement when MacCready started jogging away. He went to the end of the block, peaked around the corner, and then disappeared from view. Time slowed to a crawl again. Dread clotted up her throat again. Nerves, and anxiousness, and worry made it almost difficult to breathe again. Any moment spent not getting in and helping John was another moment where possibility could rear its ugly head.

Her eyes remained rooted to the door.

It wasn’t overly long ago when she was cursing John’s existence, and now she was making herself sick with worry over what could happen to him. There had been deployments like this. Too long stretches of time where the bond was blocked between her and Nate, and all she could do was worry over all of the terrible possibilities and listen to the haunting silence between them…

When MacCready came jogging into view, Nora sighed with relief. He made a waving gesture for her and Dog to join him and when they did he asked, “Everything still okay in there?”

Nora repeated the question.

"It's okay as it's going to get.

"He said it's okay-"

"- as it's going to get. There is no part of any of this that is okay. Nothing is okay in here, but... it's... not gonna be getting any better."

"Let's go,” Nora murmured.

As soon as MacCready opened the door, Dog charged inside. MacCready stepped in after, rifle at the ready, and Nora followed behind. The second she crossed the threshold she made sure the door was closed and locked.

The light was useless enough that MacCready gave her the go-ahead to turn on the Pip-Boy’s flashlight. The hall was doused in green light, shining against metal shelving and catching on the harsh shapes of lockers. There was a lone door at the end of the hallway, and what looked like the remnants of a timeclock.

MacCready knelt suddenly, plucking a shotgun from the ground just beside the entrance. He was quick to press it into her palm.

“It’s Hancock’s. Be careful with it, it’s got a bit of a hair trigger.”

Nora looked down at the weapon, making sure her fingers were nowhere near the trigger and the barrel was pointed at the ground to the side as opposed to at her feet as she holstered her pistol. The weapon suited him, somehow. It looked like it belonged to a man dressed up in a red frock, with an old tricorn hat, and enough confidence to fill the harbor.

MacCready continued down the hall after Dog who was already snuffling at the opposing door. Nora had just started to follow when MacCready shoved the door open, rifle tucked up into his shoulder with his finger ready at the trigger. The hall was briefly filled with cold light as MacCready moved further into the building.

“Oh my god, Hancock. What the–”

The door started to drift shut, slow and leisurely.

“Hey,” came the gravely, rasping voice of her soulmate. Nora’s steps faltered. “This ain’t my fucking circus, okay?” The door shut with an echoing thud, leaving Nora in the entry hall.

Nora's stomach lurched. Her emotions had been in flux since learning that John was going on some kind of solo vigilante mission. Then when he had reached out, in pain and barely lucid it took all she had not to get sick. She was worried, scared, and anxious; and yet despite the circumstances there was a new, bubbly excitement. Nora was going to meet her soulmate for the first time. She lingered in the hallway, looking down at her dirty vault suit and selfishly wishing she looked cleaner, more put together.

This wasn’t about meeting John. She was here to help people.

Gathering up her nerves, she stepped forward, reaching for the door, only to stop short when John’s voice drifted across her consciousness.

”Hold on, sweets.” His voice was a soft whisper, ”It ain’t pretty in here.”

“I know,” she said, unable to keep the tremor from her voice. “But it’s probably nothing I haven’t seen before, so—“ The door swung inward, and it startled Nora into backpedaling a handful of feet. Light filled the entry as the shadowed figure of her soulmate stepped from the room. The door shut. It felt like finality. The end of a chapter of her life, and the beginning of another one with John.

John who looked inhuman and otherworldly in the green light coming from her Pip-Boy. He could be the monster in those old creature features that Nate loved. Even still, it was John. Her John. Her John with his arm in a makeshift sling. Her John looking like he had just been through hell. Her John gazing at her with his shining onyx eyes, like she was the only thing that existed in the whole world.

There was a sudden yearning to close the distance between them; she ached to touch, and hold, and never let go. There was a tender warmth that radiated from his end of their bond. It felt hopeful, and hesitant. It made her smile.

“Fuck,” he rumbled longingly, stepping in to an eager approach. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

“H-hi,” she managed.

“Hi,” he rasped, reaching for her with his good arm. As soon as he was close enough he was touching her. The pad of his thumb caressed the length of her jaw, then his fingers slipped along the nape of her neck, into her hair. She lifted her hand to touch him in turn — she wanted to touch his chest, his shoulders, wanted to wrap her arms around him and hug him tight — she pulled up short. She remembered his pain. Specifically, she remembered it being just about everywhere.

“You’re hurt—“

The arm in the sling reached up to take her hovering hand. Nora gasped, ready to rebuke him for aggravating an injury, and then he settled her palm to his gnarled cheek. The fingers on the back of her neck flexed as he closed his eyes and hummed appreciatively. She stroked her thumb over the stippled flesh covering his cheekbone.

“I—“ he expelled a breath. “Fuck—I—“

The hand at her neck tugged her close as he leaned in. She closed her eyes. The movement felt as if he was pulling her in for a kiss. She felt the anticipation between them, felt the need, and the building warmth and yet she knew she wasn’t ready for it. Maybe the kiss itself would change that. Or maybe it wouldn’t. She didn’t want to find out. Not here.

John dipped his head down as he pulled her close, and instead of bringing her in for a kiss he instead pressed his forehead to hers.

Nora’s eyes popped open, only to see that his were drifting closed. He looked nearly euphoric. The tension in his shoulders eased. His body seemed to sag with relief. He stepped in closer, their bodies brushing. Completion. A piece that had been missing for far too long had finally found where it belonged.

He whispered, “You’re finally here.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

John’s smile was lazy, bordering on dreamy as he purred, “Worth the wait.”

Nora bit her lip to stop herself from practically beaming at him. “How’s your arm?”

“Arm’s fine.”

“How about your ribs?”

“I have plenty of ribs. Ribs are fine.”

“Your chest?”

“S’fine.”

“Pride?”

“Oh, honey, it’s pretty fucking bruised,” he chortled.

When she choked out a quiet laugh, he opened his eyes, meeting hers.

He swore. “Just fucking look at you—“

Suddenly, there was screaming, terrified and shrill. Nora’s attention snapped to the source. The moment in time where her and John were the only people in the world shattered and they were back to the cold, terrible reality. John slipped the shotgun from her hand in a movement that was completely seamless and all flourish. The door was pushed open, and he stepped inside with his gun raised. Nora followed, drawing her pistol from its holster. The second she stepped into the room, she instantly regretted it.

There were two bodies on the floor, one riddled with bullet holes, the other with a gaping wound to the throat. Blood pooled around them, dark and daunting in the icy fluorescent lighting. There were cages in the room, and even though the cage doors were open there were people inside. They were naked, hurt, but most looked to be asleep from her vantage point - all of them except for the screamer. This place was a nightmare. It reeked of something Nora could only call horror.

In front of the screaming woman was MacCready, his hands up in surrender. It looked like he had gotten too close to the cage, and the woman lashed out. The back of his hand was bleeding with what looked like claw marks. Nora skirted around John and made her way to the cage the screaming woman was in.

“RJ?”

“I–I just tried to help her get out–”

“It’s okay,” Nora soothed both MacCready and the woman. She abandoned her weapon and her backpack, not wanting to supply the woman with anything that would hurt herself, or hurt others. Slipping back into her confidence was like putting on her favorite dress. This was something that she knew. This wasn’t tussling with a deathclaw, or navigating the apocalypse. This was a different kind of fight she had seen in another life, and while she wasn’t a professional, she was at least familiar. It would take a gentle hand, and a bit of patience. They needed all of the patience in the world, and yet time was ticking.

“Hey,” Nora crooned gently. She leaned in to reach for the shrieking woman. Her hands lashed out at Nora’s, hitting and clawing weakly. It would appear that the swipe at MacCready had taken the majority of her energy. “I’m here to help, okay? Sssh…” All the kind words meant nothing. The woman had probably heard plenty of gentle coaxing words that lead to pain. It was action that would mean the most, but talking everyone through the process helped; announcing action, and following through. “I’m going to take your hand, okay? Easy…”

The energy left the woman in a visible way. The flailing arms faltered and flopped. Her naked body drooped and her screams broke into quiet, ragged, choking sobs. Accepting an inevitable that, this time, would not come.

It was then that Nora took the woman’s hand. It wasn’t a full fledged palm-to-palm grasp, but something tenuous and easily broken should the woman put up more fight.

“No more, please…”

Nora crooned gently, shifting to crawl into the cage to join the woman. She ignored the mess staining the bottom, focusing on helping any way she could.

"No one here is going to hurt you. I promise. We're here to help."

"N-no more..."

“No more,” she agreed, happy to feel the woman’s hand shift to solidify her grasp on Nora’s. Kneeling before the woman, Nora peered back over at John and MacCready, both watching at a distance. "Are there any clothes they can wear?"

"If you can call them that," John said, keeping his voice pitched low and subdued.

"Anything will do. Let’s get them out of here.”

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