#nick valentine x sosu

[lacontroller1991]

Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 19: Nick Valentine x F!Reader

Day 19: Yarn/Blood Trail Masterlist Warnings: 16+, Vampirism, Blood Drinking, gaslighting Word Count: 1.6k

It started a few months ago. You would disappear from Sanctuary in the middle of the night, no one really knowing where you went. It’s better that way. It’s better that they don’t know the truth. Your disappearances never lasted for long, maybe 6 hours at the max before your return, sauntering around the budding town as if you had been there the entire time. 

Nick doesn’t really think anything of it, that you’ve noticed. He always plays it off as you just needing some alone time. The wasteland is a harsh environment, especially if you’re not initially from it, so he doesn’t blame you if you need a few hours to yourself.

But then people started disappearing. Valentine Detective Agency was back in business. Complaints of family members never returning home from nights out flooded Ellie and Nick, only for them to go cold. And Valentine is sick of telling only bad news.

Slamming the papers down, smoke drifts through his open face as your head pops up from its place on the couch in the office, confusion across your features. “What is it, Nick?”

Nick shakes his head, snuffing out the butt of his cigarette and leaning back in the seat, wishing the nicotine had an effect on him. “Another person has disappeared, and like usual, there’s nothing. No hint of where they disappeared to, no note, no tracks, nothing. It’s like they’ve simply vanished,” he huffs before slouching back over the desk as you leave your seat, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

The truth is, you know where all of those people are. They’re in a cave, sleeping peacefully. It typically takes them a few days of recovery before they’re back at home, safe and sound, with no recollection of what had hit them. “If the Institute wasn’t destroyed, I would just write it off as that, but it doesn’t make sense. These disappearances started after you returned from the Institute and then continued.” Your blood runs cold and you pray that he doesn’t pick up on it, because he’s right. Your time in the Institute, although short lived, was enough time for the scientists to run an experiment on you and now you’re this, a blood sucking demon. 

“I don’t know Nick, don’t these people normally come back? Maybe they just wanted some time away,” you hope that he buys it, but you got to give credit where credit is due, he’s a damn good detective.

“No, that would be plausible if these people had random times of disappearance, but they always disappear at night and then show up exactly three days later, no recollection of where they were.” Shit. You need to change it up. Looking down at your pip boy, you fiddle with the controls before grabbing your jacket from the chair. 

“You’ll figure this out. I gotta go, Nick. I’ll see you later,” pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek, you skirt out the door as Nick takes note of the time.

“12:30, 15 minutes before the disappearances. Could she have something to do with this?” Nick doesn’t waste any time before he’s throwing on his coat and rushing out of the door.

Following 10 paces behind you, Nick’s yellow eyes peer out into the darkness, eyes catching onto your frame, and someone else. Tuning his auditory sensors to maximum, he crouches down behind a bush as you and the person walk next to each other.

“Will it hurt?” Hmm, that voice sounds familiar.

“You ask this every time. No. It feels like a stimpak, just a few pricks at the same time,” he makes out your hand rubbing the other person’s arm, guiding them into the woods. 

“The things I do for you.”

“You know how much I appreciate this.” Nick watches as you and the other person disappear into a cave.

“Where are they going?” Following them, Nick sneaks into the cave, gun in hand as he hides behind a wall. 

“Are you ready?”

“Yep.” A sharp gasp breaks out followed by gurgling, the distinct smell of blood being picked up by Nick’s senses. What the? Coming out from the wall, the sight that Nick stumbles on makes his non-existent stomach sick to his stomach. On a bed lies MacCready, limp and passed out. On top of the young merc is you, your face hidden from his view, buried in between Mac’s neck and shoulder. 

“What the hell is going on in here?” His arrival causes you to jump in shock, head ripping from Mac’s neck, blood trickling down his skin and your chin.

“Nick? What are you doing here?” He doesn’t answer you, instead, Nick takes a look around. Surrounding the room are various beds, the missing people laying there, sleeping peacefully.

“All this time I have been looking for these people, and you knew where they were,” he raises his gun, pointing it at your head. He doesn’t want to shoot, but he will if he needs to. Just what else has she been hiding from me? He watches as you sigh, turning back to the merc but the cocking of his gun stops your movements. 

“I need to get Mac a stimpak before he bleeds out, can I do that before I explain everything?” Nick doesn’t respond and you take that as a sign to quickly jab your friend with a stimpak before licking the blood off of your chin. “Why don’t we have a seat,” you take a seat on a nearby couch as he sits across from you, gun still pointed at your head. “Nick, bullets won’t work on me anymore.”

“Explain.”

— pov switch—

This is exactly what you did not want. You did not want him to know that you’re a monster. You did not want him to walk in on you feeding. And yet, now that he did, you feel free. An imaginary weight being lifted off your shoulders. “I’m a vampire.” “How long have you been keeping that one up your sleeve?”

Taking in a deep sigh, you plan out your next words carefully, knowing damn well that it could ruin the relationship you have with him, if it’s not ruined already. “When I got to the Institute, Shaun wanted me to get a health check up, see how much radiation has damaged my body. They had some injections that they promised were just vaccines, but when they gave me the last one, I passed out, only to wake up craving one thing, blood. I didn’t know what I was craving until a human came over to me and I… snapped,” you take a deep breath in, looking down at your hands to avoid his piercing gaze. “I jumped on the person and drank all of their blood. Only once the urge was satisfied had I realized what I had done. I was so mad when I found out, I went on a rampage, and… there was so much blood.”

“And then what?” 

“I was brought to Shaun, he had explained what he did, who I now was. A monster.” Tears prickle at your eyes as you try to blink them away, afraid of what Nick will think of you. “It was fine when I had access to the Institute because I could just drink from some blood bags, but once it was destroyed, I had to figure out a way to get blood.”

“And so kidnapping people and killing them is the best you could do?” You can tell that he’s fuming, judging by the steam that comes out from his ears.

“No, they don’t die. The first few, unfortunately did die, but I now have a system, I know how to minimize death.” 

Nick looks to MacCready, your friend. “And what about him? Why are you doing that to him? He has a child who depends on him.”

“Nick. None of these people are dying anymore. I take the most that I can without them dying and then I keep them here while they recover the lost blood. When they wake up, they have no recollection. And as for RJ, he likes doing this. He doesn’t remember once he wakes up, but when I need to feed, he’s always more than willing.” By more than willing, he downright begs. Frankly, he gets off on it, not that Nick needs to know that. 

Hanging his head between his hands, you can hear his motors turning in his head. “You let me try to solve all of these cases, knowing where they were this whole time. Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“This isn’t something that I’m proud of. I don’t want people knowing what I am.”

“But MacCready can know? Why don’t you trust me?” Moving next to him, you place a tender hand on his arm, rubbing the material of his clothes gently.

“He only knows because he saw me feed on someone, or else he would not have known,” you pause, chewing the inside of your mouth. “Look, Nick, I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how, nor did I know what you would say.”

Nick stands up abruptly, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it, pacing around the lit cave as he looks everyone over. None of them are dead, but they’re not exactly full of life either. He’s seen a lot of sick things and this is one of them. “I need some time.”

“I understand. I’ll be here.” Nick doesn’t bother to reply before he’s walking away, disbelief clouding his mind. 

[mahiiimahiiii]

So .. how are you liking the multiple companions mod.

[sassenashsworld]

A smut for a companion (18+)

Danse have to dance (Paladin Danse)

Stormy evening (Nick Valentine)

A slow pace (Deacon)

(John Hancock)

In order to improve my writing and succeed in making this kind of text, I had challenged myself with A smut for a companion But here, I have failed, in a way We already had the text of Danse, then I wrote that of Nick, I finished that of Deacon this morning, and I have to correct the one of Hancock but that will be all

At the very least, I make a post for the four texts so that they are easily found

[memepipboy]

My fiancée told me it’d be cool to have an alternate comic cover since I’m coming back to the series again and I was like damn baby that’s a good idea

[psybrepunk]

Is There Any Machine You Can't Charm? - Chapter 1 - psybrepunk - Fallout 4 [Archive of Our Own]

*OSHA VIOLATION*

Went with first person perspective so I wouldn't have to fuck with pronouns for my sole survivor. >.>

Gender-neutral Sole Survivor convinces the synthetic detective that you don't need any specific equipment to have fun. Eventually prompting Nick to confess that there's some special ways in which he's enjoyed being maintenanced by the Sole Survivor prior. Guided experimentation ensues.

Only one chapter is there so far, but I'm attempting to update this very soon with a much longer chapter. Don't @ me for this unoriginal-ass title.

[actuallykiwi]

I truly don’t know who posted this but this is my drug, thank you

[giraffiqpark]

chapter 17 of Accidental Passenger is live!

Rose follows the signs that are gonna lead her to finding Shaun. But when she reaches Detective Valentine's office, she discovers that she's going to have to find him first.

You can read it here, or you can start from the beginning.

Thank you to everyone who has been keeping up with Rose’s journey so far. And thank you to everyone who has commented, left kudos, and everything else. It really means a lot! Chapter 18 should be up in the next couple of weeks.

[slothssassin-art]

My piece for the Fallout Exchange for @bellzaboohuffin - their SoSu Cara J. Ladera and Nick on their way to Far Harbor.

I decided to depict a scene from their fic “Sometimes you only get what you deserve”:

Nick pulled her into a hug. “Even if she isn’t at least we’ll have answers for them. Sometimes that’s the best one can hope for when people disappear. It’s better than nothing.” He pulled away and took his coat off and placed it around Cara. “The trip is long, and you should get some sleep after that trek. Who knows what we’re gonna run into.”

[actualsunflower]

for that color palette thing, glass storm for jay and champagne soul for nick? :D

is bedtime ♥ 

[bubbldump]

nicky

[n00b-vegas]

Some sketchy kissing 

[persephinae]

@witchqueencirce

Fallout 4 is a cruel, cruel game…

[venatohru]

Fallout fic masterpost

I haven’t written a whole lot of FO fic yet, but I thought I’d gather things together here, and keep adding to it!

Mundus Novus series

Drabbles and short stories about former vault-dweller Ruby Irving, and her intrepid reporter girlfriend, Piper Wright, along with their friends and family in the Commonwealth:

Bubblegum and Cigarettes (Piper/Ruby, 821 words, NSFW - angst/smut/fluff)

Piper and Ruby agreed to take things slow. It worked well, for a time.

Story of the Year (Piper/Ruby, Nat, synth!Shaun, Dogmeat, 494 words, SFW - fluff)

“As she woke, Piper’s nose twitched at the familiar scent of wet paint. She could almost smell the freshly painted green walls of Diamond City - of home - here in Ruby’s house.”

The Article (Piper/Ruby, 342 words, SFW - fluff)

Piper wants Ruby's opinion on her latest article, but her girlfriend is taking an insanely long bath.

Two (Nick & Ruby, 503 words, SFW - light angst/family feels)

Nick and Ruby chat by the campfire after meeting DiMA for the first time, while Ruby cooks up some…interesting cuisine.

Blue (Piper/Ruby, 215 words, SFW - fluff, minor injury)

Piper suffered a minor scrape in the Wasteland, and Ruby gets out her first aid kit.

Rust (Piper/Ruby, 277 words, SFW - light angst/guilt) 

Piper and Ruby gather resources to take back to Sanctuary.

Blackthorn Winter (Nick/Nora, 1000 words, SFW - light angst)

Nora shares some of her feelings about the doubts DiMA planted during their time in Far Harbor and worries about her son.  Written for Press Start 2018.

(Big Wheel, Manchester by James Chadderton)

And while it’s not exactly fic, I have a few headcanons/meta posts in my British Fallout AU tag if anyone’s interested in that kind of thing, as well as my newer Fallout World series tag

Ruby’s tag can be found here for art/inspiration/headcanons/fic and if anyone wants to find out more about my lone wanderer, Kat, she can be found here!

[memepipboy]

Not sure how this happened but no one is happy about it

[psybrepunk]

Is There Any Machine You Can't Charm? - Chapter 2 - psybrepunk - Fallout 4 [Archive of Our Own]

OVERALL FIC DESCRIPTION:

Gender-neutral Sole Survivor convinces the synthetic detective that you don't need any specific equipment to have fun. Eventually prompting Nick to confess that there's some special ways in which he's enjoyed being maintenanced by the Sole Survivor prior. Guided experimentation ensues.

Author's notes:

I CAN'T KEEP TONE TO SAVE MY LIFE I'M SO SORRY I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I'M DOING HERE FORGIVE ME

My stupid brain can't stop writing dialogue and it's a problem. But here you have it, the fluffy bullshit my mind thinks about when I can't sleep at night. And any moment my brain is idle.

Oh and I'm going to develop this OC into something eventually but I'm still too lazy to give them a name yet so y'all are stuck with the first person perspective.

Also worth noting is this is more fluff than smut still, but we're getting there I swear.

[cellartater]

merry christmas from the valentines 💕