#nuka world bosses

[lycheecatee]

BIG RANT:

I love Nuka World dearly but so many aspects of it feel unfinished.

The gang bosses play little to no role in the dlc - the only way to learn more about them is through terminal and holotape entries.

How come Mason doesn’t have two second in commands like Mags and Nisha? He’s absolutely not a “lone wolf” and is shown countless times to have the most loyal gang - so why not give him two “betas”?

Dixie and Savoy basically did nothing. There’s ONE random encounter event with Dixie and that’s it.

The gang bosses never interact outside of what their members tell you and occasionally what Redeye tells you.

Speaking of Redeye, where the hell is he? Why can’t we do at least one quest for him like Travis?

They literally cut Maddox’s whole story and for what?

Clearing the parks was always done really well, but Bethesda fell off with the raiders. I wish we could do more quests for them (NOT RADIENT QUESTS).

It all just feels like a waste. This DLC could have been spectacular.

[s3a0tterart]

Fallout ocs pt.16

🧨 Mangle (Portia)

Age: 22yrs

D.O.B: April 1rst, 2265 (Aries)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender: she/her/They/them

Height: 5'4ft (160cm)

Weight: 100lbs

Species/Race: heavily mutated human (caucasian)

Eyes: Blue bright (slight magenta around iris)

Hair: Blue mowhawk mullet (medium-long)

Faction (main): Raider: Nukaworld, Hellrider Gang

Alliances: Nukaworld, Goodneighbor, The Combat Zone

Karma/Alignment: Chaotic Evil, Evil Karma

S.P.E.C.I.A.L-

Strength: 10

Perception: 9

Endurance: 8

Charisma: 7

Intelligence: 9

Agility: 9

Luck: 8

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: William & Mags Black, John Hancock, Hotrod, Mason, Overboss Leonie & Louie, Hellrider members

Family: Janice (mother), (dead, adoptive father) Girard, Daia (sister , estranged), Kady (sister in law, estranged)

Enemies: Preston Garvey, Daia, Rogue Hellrider members, Gunners, Brotherhood of Steel

Lovers: Akane

[moxxie-joestar-1950]

YOU HAVE UNO meme but it's Vinnie cannoli & Jax

[Meanwhile at dry rock gulch before the war stars tomorrow & playing Ouija board with Joseph Joestar]

Loona: so young & warrior.

Striker: what happened to you Jacob seed #12?

Vortex: how many pickles that you can shove it up in your ass?

Jacob seed (real & not clone): wut da faq?

Jacob seed #12 (clone & ghost/sa'ahl) *moves the piece*

Millie: 9?!

Jacob seed #12: *moves it again*

Blitzø: 91!?!

Jacob seed #12: *moves the final one*

Moxxie: 9 & 10?!? *wheeze*

John seed (real & not clone): *laughing & crying* 9 & 10

Vinnie cannoli: you guys wanna play blackjack real quick? So I can draw it/record it & make that my post/upload today/tonight?

Jax: I don't have blackjack, so go fuck off.

Cannoli: *gets angry & walk to jax* EVERYONE has blackjack, dipshit. It came free with your fucking PlayStation.

Jax: I didn't get it. I have the oldest PlayStation known to man.

Cannoli: no you don't. I brought mine on day one, you fucking cunt/'tard!

Jax: well, mine didn't have it...

Cannoli: YOU HAVE BLACKJACK!!!! You fucking bitch/dick!

Jax: I don't have it you fuckin-

Cannoli: Ŷ̶̛̗͕̣̟̖͍̮̥͔͔͚̹̭̘̜͖͙͈͚̙̳͔̓̒̐̉͛͂̇̒͗̑̃̊̂͗͑͘ͅ��̩̠̱͜Ơ̸̧̱̱͓͔̱̭͕͖̟͚̟̹̗͔̹̖̠̟̝͚̙̯̖͎̣͓̹̣͚͙̮̮͍̇̓͑͌̅̉̈́͑̆͆͑̊̅͆̉̅͠Ų̵̢̢̛̛̛̺̱̙̰͖̩͍̰͔̙̯͙̻̬̳͋͒͆̂̂̈̓̈́̍͛̄̔̎̔́͒̉̅̍͘̕͝͝ ̵̘̫͙͓̺̮̘̺̼̯̱͙̗̳̰͔̗̦̈́̆͒͛̍̅̎̂̂͜ͅḨ̵̛̥̰̺̊̓̓̂̑̏̆̔̉̇͊̎̒̽͊̈́̊̂̉͋̍͒͒̐́͑̓̎̚̕̕̕͝͝A̴̧̮̖̣̮͔̭̜̳̦̮̻̘͙̱͉̯͍̝̠̩̰̲͙̜̲̺̗̜̖̥̞͇̻̤̣͚̙̮͑́͗͗̓̀̌͐̂͑̇́͒̽̀̀͂̚͜͝͝ͅṾ̵̨̧̡̨̨̛̛̫͈̦͈̜̪̯̬̹̥͉͖̠̩͚̮͍̯̝͙̞̦̞̦͍̹͖̮̞̩̜̭̩͈̞̠̜͎͖͑̿̌̔͛͌́̑̓͗̔̋̈̓͘̚͜͠͝ͅȨ̴̡̧̢̣̝͇͉̘̜̣͍̯̜̪͍̘̞̜̱̣̅̑̋͐̊͘̚̕͜͝ ̶̧̨͇̫̠̥̦̜̯͉̯̞̥̙͙̫̻̘̺̦̾̽̍́̐̐̾̿̇̓̍̒̍̏̕̕͘B̷̢̨͎̠̗̜̹̰͓̮̮̜̯̲̘̪͈͓̱͎̱̬̊̈́͒͂̅͂̌̌͌̉̀͜͝ͅL̵̝͓̫̻̤̬̮̗̱̰̟͙̪͖̤͕̘̱̣̱̹̜̻͈̞͉͍̀̑̋̋̀̈́͛͌͌͊͌̎͒͒̑̀̈́̐͑́̅̓͆̀͌͋͂̕͘͝͠͠ͅÅ̶̛̟̩̫̭͕̹̘͓͎̱̫͇̽̈̄̎̐̄̽͐̈́̂͛̆́̔̅̋͒͛̿̎̐̏̀̽͘̕͠C̸̨͈̜͚̪̙̪͈̱̪̪̦̻̰̥̺̪̳̆͒̌͊̂̓̎̿̈́̈́̊͒̾́͛͊͊̊̂̐̑̅̉̀̈̆̚͘̕͠͝͝͝͝K̶̨̨̟̰̥͙̯̳̬̭̩̭̣̪̠͕̰̜̼̤̝̞͎̝͈̳̩̬̓̇̄̆͗̒̐͆̊̎̉̈́͒͌̀̀̄̓̀̋̌͂̏̇̃͆̚͘͘͝͝͝͝͝J̶̡̭͎̱̥̝͈̰̺̻͎͎̻͓̤̤̥͇̼̹͓͚͋̓͐͛͒̈́̀͆͗́̓̈́̐͋͘͝Å̸̧̳̦͍͉̗̟̰̎͐̓̽̃̋̉̅͂̎̀͘ͅC̶̢̧̧͙̟̞͓̜̤̺̭̘͉̭͉͖̼̗̟̞͙̟͖̱̻͓̰͈̤̹͍̪̞̤̩̩̣͎͉̞̙͚̖͑͂̌͗͂̏̃̀̿͗̀̽͌̇̉̑̏̽́̀̈́̾̕̚͜͝͝K̴̡̢̧̧̲̙͔̭̳̲͈̦̯̹̻͖͖̺̠̮͙̺͕̟̗͔͕̹̻͍̆̊͛̐͜͜!̸̧̢̛̱̰̞̠͔̭̮̖͈͙͙̲̫͎̤̮̠̝̜͇̦̩͇̠̙̺͈̮̣͎̿̎̈́̎̐͊͋̄̇̒͂͗͆͌̈́̀͊̋̽̈͘!̶̘͖͖͈̖͈̺̠̼̮͕̀̈́̋̌̉̂̿̄͛̔͗͗̌̑͆̿͊̊̇͌́̚̕̕͝ͅ!̴̧̡̢̻͔̹̯̖̻̲̻̫͖̻̟̹̪̺͚̬̯͔̜̳̟͈͔̜̣̠͇̫̻̦̙͒̋̋͒̃̔͆̽̂͒͒̔̃͆!̷̯̂͑̈́̉̉͒͑͊̈́̓̓͊̎̾̉̈́̐̎̆̿̀̎̾̽̌̾͐̕͘̚̕͘͘̚͝͝͝

Moxxie, Blitzø, Millie, Loona, Vortex, Striker, Blaze, Rouge, Nicole, Rabbot, Whisper & Tikal: *wheeze & laughing*

Jax: *gets angry too* I don't fucking have blackjack motherfucker!

Cannoli: GO ON TO THE ARCADE/NUKA-CADE & YOU'LL BE ABLE TO DOWNLOAD IT FOR FREE YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER!!!!

Jax: I DON'T HAVE TWO, I DON'T HAVE THREE, I DON'T HAVE FUCKING FOUR!!!!

Cannoli: IT'S A FUCKING GAMBLE CASINO/CARD GAME THEY DON'T EVEN CHARGE PEOPLE FOR IT!!!!

Jax: I DON'T HAVE SIX, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, OR ELEVEN, IT'S FUCKING BLACKJACK!!!!

Cannoli: YOU DON'T KNOW A GOD DAMN THING IT'S FUCKING BLACKJACK IT'S FREE!!!!

Jax: I DON'T HAVE BLACKJACK!!!!

Cannoli: IT'S FREE & IT'S FUCK!!!! *stops talking & runs to the exit*

Joseph seed (real & not clone): ...is this going on Tumblr/YouTube?

[Original video name YOU HAVE UNO but its jojo]

Like & reblog this if you're a HB fan, STH fan, FC5 fan, TADC fan, GG&C fan or both

[ziracona]

Why on earth does the Wiki and searches about NukaWorld claim Preston becomes hostile if present for Taken for a Ride or spoken to after the player becomes Overboss??? I’ve played the entire DLC twice now, different PCs, different saves, regular and survival, and I took Preston both times for the DLC??? I never even got a ‘disliked’ from the man, except for being too forgiving to Harvey. He loved a lot of my sass at the Raiders?? And if I talked to him just would say I’d shown him I’m one of the good guys/repaid my trust in him. I mean, I’m sure if you agree to go Raider and like, kill settlers and shit. But I completed most of the questline short of taking over settlements or hurting innocents (took over the park, turned on power, etc) first save, and still completed grand tour and home sweet home on survival, before Open Season. I romanced the man in the overboss office yesterday before starting my raider killing spree. He never doubted I was just scoping out the place, which I was.

[orange-coloredsky-archive]

crazy how people dunk on preston for the whole settlement thing but will, in the same breath, praise nuka world as a wonderful dlc. dearly beloved its the same concept (go to a place, clear out the enemies, claim it for yourself, return to base)

[blackmoonowl]

prompt 40 with porter gage

"It's just you and me."

Pairing: Porter Gage x reader

Summary: Just some alone time with everyone's favorite Nuka world raider.

Authors note: I'm a Gage enjoyer and I will not apologize for it. also this is my first time writing him my apolocheese, it's a little short.

1081 words

Masterlist

Rain poured down, droplets hitting the roof of the Fizztop Grille.

Gage dumped most of his armor on the floor, he'd worry about picking it up later. The raider rolled his shoulders, popping his muscles as he plopped down in the nearest chair he could find. His eye followed your movements as you dropped your newfound loot next to his armor.

"Gonna take a break, boss?" The raider broke the silence with a small grin on his face. You shot a playful glare his way, rolling your eyes.

"You watch yourself, Gage." The playful threat did little to deter Gage. He never would have dared any of this with Colter, but there was a deep sense of comfort with you. A trust he had never felt before.

Dusk had settled over the park, some raiders doing their rounds, patrolling their territory. But for the first time in a long while, the park was blissfully quiet. With most of the park conquered, the gangs had spread out, leaving Nuka town U.S.A less crowded. The raider pushed himself up again to approach the window, glancing outside.

"You're being awfully quiet," you mumbled as you approached him, your head leaned against his shoulders. "Something on your mind?"

"Nah, nothin' like that. Just glad we got all this shit done. Just us here now." Gage leaned his head back slightly, resting against yours. "If I had to deal with their loud, Jet fueled benders while I was tryin' to sleep I'd be pissed."

"Easy for you to say, you're usually down in the restaurant. I have a giant hole in the wall." Gage chuckled at your retort, his arm going around your shoulder to squeeze you closer to him.

"Yeah, well my beds gone unused a while now," he replied, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. You hummed in response, looking around your home. Gage's clothes were stacked on an unused chair, some of his books laid on your nightstand, as well as some general items from down in the restaurant. Gage followed your gaze, grinning. "Not that I'm complainin'."

Your eyes went back to the now strangely empty space outside. Usually there would still be people out drinking and shouting. Operators, Pack and Disciples; hey were still raiders at the end of the day. Blood, gore and chems were an integral part of that already messed up lifestyle.

"Guess we should clean up the mess the Disciples left behind," you mumbled. "Seeing human remains first thing in the morning never was my favorite."

"Yeah, fuckin' raiders..." he mumbled, trailing off. "But hey, least they're easy to manipulate." Gage pressed his lips against your temple, his makeshift eyepatch rubbing against your face, the metal feeling cool against your warmer cheeks. "We done well, boss. Nice goin'. Better than the shitshow colter left me with."

"He's been dead a while Gage, you can stop complaining about it," you teased, a smile stuck on your face.

"I don't think any complainin' will ever be enough," he retorted, his eye looking at nothing in particular. The now powered up amusement park was lit up, lights keeping the usual darkness at bay.

"Never thought this day would actually come," Gage muttered. He wasn't smiling, but there was a distinct shift in his behavior.

"Getting sentimental on me?" You playfully jabbed at him, wrapping your arm around his torso.

"Hell, maybe. I don't fuckin' know anymore. You bring it out on me, don't pretend you don't know that." Gage let out a huff, his large hand sliding down to your hip. "Got me all sentimental and shit. I ain't used to it, never have been."

"Hard not to take that as compliment," you replied, brushing a piece of filth off of your lovers face. He leaned into your touch slightly with a grumble.

"Yeah yeah, don't hurt your shoulder pattin' yourself on the back, Boss." He playfully swatted your hip, dangerously close to your rear, causing you to snort.

"Love you too, Gage." As soon as those words left your lips, he almost choked on his own breath. He knew it was meant to tease, but it still made his heart do a somersault.

"Jesus boss..."

"Hehe, sorry."

A comfortable silence washed over the both of you. You watched a pair of Pack raiders run out the main entrance, likely high off their mind. The one eyed raider didn't even bother to comment on it.

"Got the whole world at our feet boss. Nothing stoppin' us now." His eyes looked over the park once more. "Ain't nothing gets better than this." He looked down at you with a rare vulnerability.

"It's just you and me."

You placed your hand over his own that was still placed on your hip. Gage took it as an invitation to rub your waist through your clothes with his thumb.

"You and me against the world," he repeated himself. "And I wouldn't have it any other fuckin' way." After letting his words hang in the air for a moment, he sighed.

"Alright, enough lovey dovey bullshit. Let's go do something. I'm gettin' restless." Your right hand man stepped away from you, his warmth removed from your side.

"Awe come on, I was enjoying your softer side," you pouted, turning on your heel to look at him. Gage shot you a glare, though there was no malice in his gaze.

"You're a tease, y'know that?" He huffed as he leaned against the door leading down into the restaurant.

"Going back to your own little spot?" You asked, causing Gage to shake his head. "Nah, it ain't like that. I practically live up here now anyway. No point in goin' to bed alone if I get to have you."

You couldn't argue with that. Half of his stuff was laying around your living space. You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Might have to turn the restaurant into something else then, if you're not using anymore."

"Maybe, ought to keep us busy awhile," Gage mumbled in your ear. "Dealt enough with keepin' those clowns happy."

"Are you suggesting we get a little us time?" You inquired, your cheek leaning against his shoulder.

"Hell, boss, ain't saying no to that." He snickered. "Not sure if I'll know how do that. Never got to have any of this. But I'd like to get some time alone with you before those assholes come whinin' about their problems again."

"Just you and me?"

"Just you and I, boss."

[darligvane]

Wow this is old and could look a lot better. Okay.

Scenario in which Gages old boss “The Harvester” makes it through the gauntlet at Nuka-World and kills Overboss Colter. Gage hasn’t seen Harvest since he betrayed him so many years ago and presumed him dead, but unfortunately for him Connor tracked him down and is ready to resume his position as his boss.

Connor was only mentioned like… once… in Gages dialogue, but me and @porcelllio have taken that and run with it. Expect lots of art of him.

[sammypinkgirl]

Fallout 4 companions react to Sole Survivor’s last Prewar morning, in the memory lounger - Part 2:

Gage (platonic): He hadn’t believed the lounger would work for a second. Hell, he’d thought it was just a scam, and the doc was nutcase. Despite how much he tried to turn Sole down, and how often he tried to argue his way out, he eventually sat in the chair just to shut them up. When Gage found himself in Sole’s prewar house, he couldn’t believe how clean everything was. It was too damn nice, is what he thought. There wasn’t a speck of dirt anywhere. When Gage tasted the coffee, or at least the memory version, he kinda liked it. Overall, he saw just how cushy Sole’s life was once. How the hell had someone had it this good, and turned out to be overboss? The hell happened? And when he looked outside, his mind was even more confused. The grass was green, the people were all dressed nice on their doorsteps, and nobody was armed to the teeth. He couldn’t help but be in awe. This wasn’t the world he knew. He couldn’t help but assume people messed up big to get the world to where it was in the present. When Gage saw the bombs drop, he thought it was pretty. He’d always liked explosions, and blowing shit up. The difference here, was seeing what it cost, and knowing what came next. After the memory lounger, Gage would pay more attention to his boss, trying to see what their deal was, and really understand.

Gage (Romanced): Seeing the way Sole’s life was before the bombs, Gage couldn’t help but think worse of himself. Hell, he thought worse of the whole Nuka World operation in comparison. How the hell was he supposed to make them happy when this was what their normal looked like? All the work that went into Nuka World, and it wasn’t even close to somethin’ as nice as all this. And what the hell was he supposed to do, now that he’d seen what they did? Gage felt jealous of Sole’s spouse, and what they’d been able to give them. After the memory lounger, Gage tried to do little things to show he cared about Sole, more than usual. He wouldn’t tell them how he felt, about what he saw. That’d make him look bad.

Danse (platonic): Seeing the prewar world as it was would be…amazing to the paladin. Of course, he’d studied what life was like in many different ways, collected relics frequently, but there was only so much to be learned from a few machines. Seeing it before his own eyes made it feel real. Danse was amazed as he felt the air conditioning on his skin, being used to stuffy buildings, and the prydwen. He saw how clean everything was and felt a sense of sorrow at what the world lost. When danse saw the world outside the living room window, he couldn’t help but stare. The autumn tree leaves were beautiful, orange and red like he’d never seen. The grass was green, actually green, and not just described in a terminal. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for Sole, seeing all of this, seeing what they lost. It would be a lot for anyone, but losing a world as peaceful as this and their spouse? He worried about them. He would have them receive a mental evaluation when they got back to the prydwen, just in case they had ptsd. Overall though, Danse was just ashamed at what humans had destroyed, over petty politics.

Danse (Romanced): It was strange for him, seeing Sole’s life before the war. They told him it was to get a better understanding of them, and that’s exactly what happened. When Danse looked around at the world before the bombs, Sole’s life such a short while ago to them, he couldn’t help but think he could do more for them. When he looked at their partner, he felt a strange sense of camaraderie. He would have told them that he’d take care of Sole, and not to worry. Seeing Sole’s life before the bombs made Danse wore honest with them, not that he ever lied, but it made him less reserved. They shared something very intimate, and he wanted to share feelings with them.

MacCready (platonic): He was absolutely shocked when he saw it all. There was no way it could be real. There’s no way the world could have been this nice once. But the proof was in front of him. It was there. The house was clean and spotless, not a bullethole in sight, there was a TV running, telling the news like he’d always heard about, and the world outside was beautiful. He couldn’t help but stare, taking it all in. It was like seeing the world for the first time. Everything was so…nice. This is what the world should have stayed like, what he and Lucy could have had if things had turned out differently… When he saw the bombs drop, MacCready was horrified. He didn’t know explosions got that big. He started appreciating what he had when he got out of the memory lounger, trying to see the bright side of things, even if it was harder now that he’d seen the past.

MacCready (romanced): How was he supposed to give them something that compared to this? This was what their life was like just a while ago, from their side of things. They’d fallen for him, and all his stupid jokes, and said they loved him, but now he couldn’t imagine why. He couldn’t give them this, not even close! When Macreedy saw what Sole’s life was before, he felt like he understood them better, and like he could do more for them. What he saw in front of his eyes was what he wanted for Duncan, and Sole, and Shaun if they ever found him. Some things he noticed included the comic book on the table, he knew they liked them, the TV because he thought it was super cool, and just how cute baby Shaun was. When MacCrewdy got out of the pod, he vowed to give Sole a better life, a good one at least, and to do his best for them.

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Nuka-world bosses if they had pillow talk lines:

Mason:

“Might wanna wear something more coverin’ boss, I got a little carried away *chuckle*”

“Guess you could say I’m feral in the streets and the sheets *wink*”

“Damn, I didn’t think you had it in ya.”

Nisha:

“I think my favorite necklace is a hand, mine on you of course..”

“See, I told you I could be gentle too…”

“Shh, I’ll go get you a drink. Your throat must be sore..”

Mags:

“Heh, maybe caps aren’t better than sex after all *smirks*”

“Where in the world did you learn how to do THAT? Actually, maybe I don’t want to know- I like to think of you as mine only, boss.”

“As much as I love it, you gotta keep your voice down, sweetheart. Someone overhearing you will be bad for business *chuckle*”

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hello there☺️I have a question for you. I read your Fallout and story about Porter Gage and I was wondering if you'd consider writing something for Mason? It's completely fine if not. Sending much love 🫶🏻

Hi 😊

OMG thanks so much for the ask and sorry that it took so long^^ I had some troubles getting back into Fallout for this one but here is something sweet/suggestive with the Pack Alpha😉

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Summary: you cleared out Nuka-World and distributed the spoils among the Pack and the Operators which deserved to be properly celebrated

Words: 566

Reader: female reader in mind but no specific descriptions used

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the raucous celebration unfolding around the Nuka-Town Market. While mingling with the Pack and the Operators, basking in the sweet taste of your bloody victory, your eyes couldn't help but stray towards Mason, the leader of the Pack. Perhaps it was the haze of alcohol clouding your mind but the rugged Alpha, known for his strong demeanour, seemed oddly vulnerable tonight. You had noticed Mason's longing glances throughout the evening, his eyes searching for yours amidst the chaotic revelry. His attempts at flirting were endearing, but you couldn't deny the slight quiver in his voice, a sign that he was fighting an internal battle of nerves. A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips, you found it endearing, a sign that there was more to this man than his tough exterior.

As the laughter and music filled the air, you found yourself drawn back to Mason's side. With each step, your heart raced, wondering what could be awaiting you in the depths of his troubled soul. Finally, you found yourselves alone, hidden away from the jubilant crowd, around a corner at the far end of the celebrations. Mason stood before you, hands firmly pressed against his sides and his gaze fixed upon your face, his rugged features softened by the flickering glow of the torches.

He mustered the courage to speak, his words tumbling out in a mix of nerves and longing. His mouth ran on its own, leaving him to watch helplessly as as the one question he tried to bury deep within spilled from his lips.

"Look. Let's cut to the chase. Have you picked your favourite yet? Maybe Gage? He made you the Overboss after all", he huffed, his voice trembled, betraying the truth behind his alpha male façade.

You rolled your eyes and playfully took a step towards him, silently daring him to continue his little jealous game, eager to tease him in return, testing how far you would need to push him to finally break him out of his shell.

"I intend to treat everyone here equally, even Porter."

Your lips twitched when you noticed a flicker of jealous anger in his eyes upon referring to Gage by his first name.

"Ain't no two things in this world that's truly equal boss. Everything has its place."

Mason's heart raced painfully, threatening to burst out of his chest and it took every ounce of his strength to take a step closer. Your bodies stood close, too much and not enough, a deep longing surged through his veins, realising how close you were, how easy it would be to touch you, feel your soft skin against his.

"Then yours is going to be underneath me", your eyes held a predatory glint as a mischievous smirk danced across your lips, "tonight, in my bed."

Mason's breath caught in his throat, his eyes darkening with sudden desire coursing through his body. There was something in your tone that struck him to his core, causing a low groan to escape his lips as he felt his growing arousal pressing against the confines of his pants. Your fingers entwined with his and leading him towards Fizztop Mountain, away from the party and unwanted eyes. For once, the mighty Alpha of the Pack willingly followed, for you were his Overboss, and rightfully so.

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story 😊

[alocowberry]

Falloutober Day 2: Neon!

I’ve been putting off doing a Mason piece for awhile, but he’s my favorite boss in Nuka world so I finally got around to it :3

Prompts by @falloutober

[everydayyoulovemeless]

read your post about companions with a child sole and thought about how funny having a child be the overboss of nuka world is

like it’s just a bunch of scary ass raiders and their boss is some kid like no one would take them seriously

Nuka-World Leaders With A Child!Overboss

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic, Fluff ➼ A/N » That kid would be straight pimping out in the wastes

Mags Black will treat you the kindest because she thinks she'll get a better payout if she does. She's always making the Operators give you cute new hairstyles in the hopes that you'll favor them over the other gangs. She'll coo and dote on you and your well-being, fixing you up with better gear so you're better equipped for the waste. After a while, she might genuinely start to view you as her younger sibling. It'll be apparent through the ways she hits your shoulder when you say something a bit impolite, or how she pushes you behind her when you're threatened.

William Black is fairly cold toward you. He doesn't understand why his sister took a liking to you so quickly when you were sure to die any second now. However, he'll fall into the role of 'older brother' once Mags gets more and more attached to you. It's a natural occurrence — if his sister considers you to be a part of the family, then he's bound to as well.

Nisha wants to slaughter Gage the second you're announced as the overboss. You being in charge makes all the other gangs look like a joke and she's not going to stand around and wait to be humiliated. However, she does give it a chance (albeit reluctantly). She'll wait to hear about your return once you left with Gage to take over Kiddie Kingdom, and when you come back alive and with the park in your possession, she'll warm up quickly. She'll approach you herself, crouching down to see you eye to eye as she promises you she won't let you die, and if you wanted, she'd gladly replace Gage for you. The rest is up to you, but one thing's for certain — you have her protection, and she'd be damned if there wasn't at least one Disciple around to be a second bodyguard along with Gage.

Mason thinks you're a riot and always has you kidnapped brought to the Ampihteater to see how far he and the Pack can take you before you start getting scared of the raider gangs. It won't be anything bad, just having you watch the animals maim each other in the ring or forcing you to participate in putting collars on the slaves. He stops once with Gage or Mags tell him off, even if he thinks it ruins the fun. Once you start claiming areas of the park, he'll start treating you with a lot more respect than before. He'll call you over to celebrate with him and the Pack where he'll throw you on his shoulders and give you whatever you ask for. He's like the frat bro of the four and always tries to get you hammered with him while the Black twins aren't watching.

[s3a0tterart]

Wanted to have a small series of chibi designs of (@ursa.major.art on Instagram aka Rain/Eddie) and my characters as like little sneak peaks to their designs incase it takes me a while to get to them and gives me soemthing to draw during the little down time between work as i dont get a lot of commisions

Characters on page- (mainly mine)

Brigg Mizrahi (wasteland mechanic)

Leonie Gatorclaw (Nukaworld Overboss & Alchemy user)

Freddy Price (Recluse surgically ’fixed’ cyclops)

Baby Parton (Genetically Mutated Raider)

Anaisha Joshi (Institute Scientist, head of new srb & fabrication lab)

“Spitter” Tuyen Ortega (Raider, Hellrider Gang 3rd in command)

[hancocksbestgirl]

The Raider, The Bear, The Elder, The Alpha

This is the newest final part of a few of y'all's favorite accidental series, "The Raider and the Bear", the totality of which can be found here.

Summary: A month after the events of The Raider and The Bear, (and its companion fic, The Bear and the Raider) Porter Gage and the Overboss are settling into their slightly skewed version of domestic bliss. But even as Gage falls into the easy routine of service and sex; the violent act that his Overboss has asked him to support (and the upheaval of Nuka World that will result from it), hangs over him. As he struggles to totally understand his feelings for the mascot-wearing woman that turned his life upside down, her past traumas and fears find a new avenue with which to haunt them both.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death (described in some detail), Rape/Non-Con (mostly implied and referenced, no details)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fallout 4

Word Count: 17k

Relationships: Porter Gage/Female Sole Survivor, Porter Gage/Female Nuka-World Overboss, Porter Gage/Original Female Character(s), Arthur Maxson/Female Sole Survivor, Arthur Maxson/Original Female Character(s), Porter Gage & Mason (Fallout 4), Mason & Female Nuka-World Overboss, Mason & Female Sole Survivor, Mason & Original Female Character

Characters: Porter Gage, Mason (Fallout 4), Arthur Maxson, Original Fallout 4 Character(s), Female Sole Survivor (Fallout), Female Nuka-World Overboss (Fallout), Raider Characters (Fallout), Nuka-World Raider Characters (Fallout), Nuka-World Overboss (Fallout), Sole Survivor (Fallout)

Additional Tags and Warnings Under the Cut

Additional Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate History, Romance, Smut, Angst, Heavy Angst, Raiders (Fallout), Nuka-World Amusement Park (Fallout), Game: Fallout 4: Nuka-World DLC, Morally Ambiguous Character, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Love Confessions, Service Submission, Service Kink, Non-Sexual Submission, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Implied/Referenced Sex, Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Rape Aftermath, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Murder, Brutal Murder, Murder Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Roughness, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie

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Porter Gage was torn between two impulses, one old and one new.

The old impulse was the same thing that had driven him ever since coming to Nuka World. He wanted more: more power, more influence, more caps, more unity among the Raiders, more collared traders, more of everything he liked about the place. 

Under Colter, that particular impulse for more had stalled out, mostly because Colter was such a useless asshole. Under the new Overboss, well, his Overboss (the most beautiful woman who’d ever even considered opening her legs to Porter Gage), it had stalled out again because of the second impulse.

The second impulse was more of a human thing, if he were being honest. The most human thing.

He just couldn’t keep his hands off the Boss. Gage had been bedding her for almost a month now, and he felt like aside from fucking her, he couldn’t get a single other damn thing done.

He’d fucked her in their bathroom, in every imaginable position in her bed. He’d fucked her on the counter where they normally spread out their loot after a raid, he’d fucked her on the floor (and paid for it with his knees). He’d fucked her up against the wall, and bent over every piece of furniture in the Grille. He’d even fucked her on the way to threaten a settlement, pulling her into the back of a pre-War truck to do it.

That last one, actually, had crossed line for him - they’d been traveling, which meant she’d ridden him while wearing the bearhead, gripping the crossbars of his armor as he thrust up into her from below. But since it had turned out that he couldn’t get enough of her no matter what she wore, the bearhead didn’t matter. And really, it hadn’t been quite as awful as he’d imagined it would be. In fact, he thought he’d probably do it again. 

Hopefully soon.

Okay, so maybe both impulses were for more. 

Maybe Porter Gage was a damn sight more simple of a man than he had been willing to admit.

In truth, he was drunk with his lust for more. They still went out on jobs, but he had gotten shambling, sloppy. He was liable to put his foot on a trap or get caught unawares by a Yao Guai. He thought only of the alabaster skin under her clothes, of the smell of her hair, of the temple between her legs. He would emerge from a daydream about her to find himself in a completely different location - having walked from Fizztop to the Market, or all the way out to one of the other parks, without even having noticed.

He felt guilty, but he also felt more relaxed than he ever had under Colter’s haphazard reign. After all, Nuka World was doing okay in his estimation, so it had been fine when he’d let a few things slip. 

Probably.

In any event, the sloppiness was going to end.

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[satanwritesfanfiction]

Gage x f!reader •°• There's benefits to being overboss -SMUT-

Title: There's benefits to being overboss

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage

Characters: Gage, reader

Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, p in v, oral(female receiving), against glass window and I wouldn't trust the windows at fizztop for shit, voyeurism but not really focussed on

Wordcount: 1900

a/n: Gage has never done a thing wrong in his life, I love him.

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One could say this life was volatile, violent, that one has to accept it and move on. But things were different here, the taste of blood in your mouth, the ache of at least one bruise on your body, lust in your veins, whether that be of the blood kind or another. It was primal, largely self serving, it brought together a base instinct that had been buried.

It was a different kind of gratitude to be shown this different way, to fight with blood and sweat and come out on top despite the odds or maybe it was something else, or rather someone else. Or maybe it was all one and the same.

A different kind of passion burned at the core of you now, a violent essence that was hard to satisfy and even harder to put into words. You knew what you needed and world be damned if it stood in your way, a new ideal that is hard to compare to the person that walked into Nuka world that first time, even harder to the person who got out of that vault.

You were jogged from your thoughts by a hand wrapping around your middle, chest pressed to your back firmly. You did not react beyond the slight tilt of your head in his direction and then back at the scenery in front of you as you stood in front of a window at Fizztop Grille. This was yours, there was no connection to the past and who you had been, a life you had never imagined paired with a body that somehow knew yours too well.

His head pressed against your shoulder as his lips ghosted over the skin at the side of your neck, soft for a time, perhaps it was his way of asking your permission. Reasoning hardly mattered given the circumstances.

Your shoulders relaxed a bit under his movement, surrendering to him and the moment. A pounding in your chest when he finally barred his teeth, scratching against the skin as he held you tighter against his chest.

"You're a real stunner, you know that." His breath washed over your skin, far from the first time he had made the comment but still something in the way he says it brings a warmth to your chest.

You turn around in his grip, facing the man. He had foregone most of his usual attire that kept him protected giving the idea that he came for a reason and it wasn't to talk.

You pressed your lips to his, a sloppy display as your hand came to rest against his cheek, his hands coming to rest against the curve of your ass. He was patient for the most part, one could probably also describe it as thoughtful in the way he handled you, a hidden softness between teeth and tongue.

"Gage." Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt, need growing within your chest at the way his lips moved against yours, the way his fingers pressed into your skin.

"Yes, boss." His response came, ever innocent in its tone, wanting you to say it despite knowing what you wanted, despite having came here for a similar reason.

"Don't make me beg."

"But I so enjoy when you do." He responded, smirk on his lips as he regarded you. ",boss." He pressed a chest kiss to your lips as he pushed you backwards by the grip he had on your hips until your back pressed against the glass. "So ask me nicely and you'll get your treat."

Despite the myriad of ways you could get him to do what you wanted without giving into his demands, you relented, hands pressing against his chest as he in turn pressed into you. "Gage.." you said softly as you looked up at him. "I need you to fuck me... but perhaps.." your voice taking a slight sharper edge when your hand slipped down his chest and ran over the bulge in his pants. "Perhaps you have something better to do than me."

Gage pressed his hand against the glass beside your head and took a breath and closed his eyes momentarily as he furrowed his brows, a little thing that can play so many parts in such a short timeframe, playing with fire at every turn and always coming out on top. He had his doubts when you became overboss, even some time after but in the moment he was so thankful for it. You were a wildfire and he would crave the burn to the end of his days but there was something to say about the emotion you create within him, a certain turmoil that had more than once brought him to his knees, sometimes more literal than others, today would be one of those times.

He huffed a laugh when he opened his eyes. "I would never leave you hanging, boss." He punctuated with a firm tug of your pants as his fingers slipped beyond the waistband. "In fact, I think I should fuck you against this glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

Your lips parted at the suggestion, eyes clicking towards the glass for a moment and the consequence of it. Some poor souls watching as Gage entered you, made you scream, a perfect image to the cries they would normally be privy to. There was something quite alluring about the thought that you hadn't toyed with before, something about marking territory and being put on display.

The thought was somewhat interrupted when his finger slipped through your folds and pushed into your cunt, a sudden flow of pleasure in your veins that was simultaneously a lot and not enough. He watched your body react to his touch, your hand clenching over the wrist beside your head as you leaned back against the window.

He pressed his lips firmly to yours when he added a second finger, jagged thrusts given the limitation of your clothes but what he lacked in movement, he made up for with his tongue when it slipped into your mouth as you moaned for him. Your hips rocked into his hand, frustration on your tongue which he no doubt tasted as he removed his hand, earning a slight whine from your lips.

"I need to taste you." His voice lingered in the air as he shifted to his knees, making quick work of dragging your pants and underwear over your hips and down your legs with practiced precision until you stepped out of them. He licked his lips as he looked up at you, glimmer in his eyes as his hands wrapped around your hips and licked a stripe through your folds. "So good." He commented, hand wrapping around your thigh and lifting so it rested over his shoulder so he'd have more space to play.

Your hand splayed on the diner table for more stability as he pressed you to the glass, tongue diving into your cunt like a starved man, nose rubbing against your clit every so often. You moaned for him to never stop, hand running over his head and digging into the hair that wasn't a good length to pull at but you made an effort anyway, hips bucking to feel deeper, more.

When he added his fingers to the mix, you were done for. You cried out his name when you clenched around him, legs shaking through the intensity as he tried his best to keep you from tipping over with the grip he had on your hips. He lead you through it, pumping into you as your hips jerked forward until you whined and he removed his fingers from your cunt and reluctantly his lips and got back to his feet.

"That's a good girl." He muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft, considerate even. You didn't much care for it in the moment as you pawed against his chest, pathetically pulling against his shirt until he pulled it over his head. Still, it wasn't enough as you reached for his pants, getting it below his hips with a few jagged pulls.

You instantly took him in your hand, pumping slowly as you guided him towards your cunt. His hand wrapped around your thigh and lifted it above his hip as he pressed into your warmth, the tight warmth of you spreading across his limbs and he focussed to not just fuck into you immediately. He was capable of many horrendous things but hurting you isn't something he'd like to add to his list of sins.

He stilled when his hips was pressed against yours, fingers digging into your thigh as his head rested against your neck, tongue running over the skin and periodically nipping at the skin as you grew accustomed.

"Gage.." you whispered as your hips rocked into him, needing him to move and fuck you like you asked. Your action was rewarded with a groan, teeth digging into your skin.

He lifted his head, regarding you as his hips snapped with a shallow thrust and watching your expression contort as the feeling spread throughout your body. He liked this moment, your pliable nature after your first, when your eyes were glossed over and body sensitive to his touch, when you knew nothing but him and clung to him like he was the only thing that mattered, only thing solid and the only thing that could make you feel this good.

He thrust shallowly, moving deeper and rougher as time passed, hands digging into your flesh as you took it but something was missing, he decided, letting go of your thigh in favour of dragging your shirt over your head, albeit sloppily. Then your bra, briefly cupping your breast and enjoying the new view as his thrust slowed and then stopped as he pulled out. He turned you around and pressed back into your warm cunt.

Your head was spinning as your cheek pressed to the glass, his name falling from your lips along with some other choice words.

His hand ghosted up your skin until it rested against your throat, pulling your body to his as he pressed his lips to your ear.

"Won't you just look at that." His voice beckoned in your ear, eyes fluttering open as he held you to regard the world beyond the window. "All of it, thanks to you. All the eye can see. Ours. " His lips pressed to the side of your neck. "So good to me."

His hand cupped your breast, squeezing as his hips snapped into yours, cock splitting you open over and over as his words penetrated through you, barely registering but still holding onto the tone of his voice like a lifeline.

All too soon, you felt the warmth spread throughout your body, crying out his name as you clenched around his cock, legs shaking when he didn't let up. He still thrusted into your cunt, searching for his own release even through the sudden tightness of your walls until he came inside of you, filling you with his seed.

You breathed heavy, hand wrapped around his as his grip on you loosened some, needing to feel him around you, feel the indentation of his touch on you. A need to be close after coming down, something he never really rejected to your surprise.

He slowly pulled out of you, pulling you with him as he got into the bed you shared, falling into his arms and laying on his chest as his warmth surrounded you, the beat of his normalizing heart thumping against your ear as you closed your eyes. There were many benefits to being an overboss and Gage just so happens to be one of them.

[fallout4-reacts]

k-peasants asked: An actual prompt this time! I know you're busy and have plenty of things to write yet, take your time. Soo I was thinking that maybe companions (and Maxson) horribly failing at confessing to Sole. Like for example they could clear out some Raiders, companion is impressed, tries to confess BAM Sole gets fucking decked by random raider they didn't kill. I feel like you could get pretty creative with that one. Like deathclaws, something exploding, just settlers running in, other companions interrupting etc.

Here, here, part uh 4… after the false start of the part 3…

Part 4

Gage / MacCready / Piper

(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)

(Part 2 : Hancock, Preston, Strong)

(Part 3 : X6-88 alone because of a bug)

(Part 5 : Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Dogmeat, Elder Maxson)

Gage : This Sole is an Overboss! What a magnificent and fantastic Overboss! Everything Porter had ever wanted to do came true! Nuka-World is now a flourishing domain, having conquered so many colonies that the Commonwealth can be considered under the yoke of the raiders, its inhabitants paying an extraordinary tribute that fills the chests at an incredible rate. His people are blessed and happy, and he owes it all to Sole.

Gage never imagined having such strong and lively feelings for another person as he did for himself, but he fell hard for Sole.

And Sole seems to notice it in a far more personal way than one would anticipate from an Overboss towards a lieutenant.

And when a raider wants something, he takes it.

So, once his feelings for his superior are made clear, Gage doesn't waste time. He plans their entire evening and ensures that Sole has enough drink. When he realizes they are alone in the Fizztop, he grabs his bravery with both hands.

"Hey, Boss!"

Sole looks up from his glass and smiles at Porter.

"Yeah?"

And this smile almost steals the poor man's courage. He takes the time to set himself on one of the stools in front of the other.

"I… I've been thinking about this thing you told me, about our friendship and all that bullshit."

"Yeah?"

"Well, what I'm saying is—

"Is that Mason's voice I hear?"

"We always hear Mason's screaming at this hour."

"But these are not screams of pain?"

Gage and Sole leap to the terrace and gaze downward. Preston Garvey, the foolish Minutemen colonel, smiled morbidly at them from the center of the lake, where he had erected a terrible altar.

"I told you you'd pay me, Sole!" the man yells angrily while igniting more fire under Mason.

Sole then realizes that the entire area has been taken over by Minutemen. Damn! He believed he had confined them to their silly castle, but it appears that they have returned in force.

"You know what, Porter?"

"Yes boss?"

"We'll finish this conversation later."

MacCready : Sole pays close attention to MacCready. The mercenary casts an interested gaze their way.

"I have something in my face?"

"Nope. I'm just curious why you didn't leave."

The mercenary with the rat's face smiles with all his rotten teeth.

He replayed the conversation in his thoughts over and again.

Sole carried Mac through the twists and turns of a hidden and forgotten vault, where they fought radscorpions, mirelurks (including a Queen mirelurk), and ghouls, the worst of which who was not feral. They have since established their camp in the main cave, waiting for the sunrise to return to the surface.

To be honest, Mac isn't in any rush to get back up. He never feels better than when he has a good granite sky on his head, but he knows they can't stay confined in the bowels of this hill forever.

The Commonwealth will be expecting them.

And there is a child waiting for him near the Capital Wasteland, assigned to the care of trusted people. Butch and the Tunnel Snakes will offer their life to save his son if necessary, and they will at first not take any unnecessary risks that could imperil him. This is what allows Mac to postpone his triumphal return to Duncan, who is undoubtedly on the mend.

Healing thanks to the help of Sole.

Sole glances at him now, puzzled as to why he is still there.

And the answer, he knows it by heart, having processed it in his thoughts over and over since he found it. Why is he still present? For the one only reason that could exist.

"Listen to me carefully, Sole. What I want to say is delicate, and I don't want to... It's difficult for me to talk to you about this, but I understand you should question my decision."

"A little, yes. If I had the opportunity to be with my son, I would not procrastinate as much."

Mac takes his time swallowing. Yes, it was far more delicate than he had imagined. He didn't count Sole's struggle to find their own kid... and the heartbreaking defeat they experienced along the way.

"Exactly. I don't believe I have the right to forsake you. Not right now. Not after everything you've done for me. No, especially in a situation when you need someone by your side."

"What greatness of soul for a mercenary."

MacCready straightens and swallows sideways.

"How could you!? You know that — argh! — I gave back your caps!"

"And I told you you could keep it."

"Do you really think my motivation is still just money?"

"No." The tone of his friend confuses Mac. He raises his eyebrow, and Sole makes a hand gesture. "So, you tell me, what's so important?"

"Yes. What I was trying to say to you was that-

"Not all ghouls are dead."

"Sorry?"

"Not all ghouls are dead!"

Sole leaps to his feet before Mac notice the abrupt change in the speech. Then he realizes at the same time that Sole fires his first shot. He retrieves his trustworthy Mighty and begins to shoot himself.

It is a true horde that falls on them, and they are in a big cave on absolutely flat land, the fools, the lethal sea forthcoming on them despite the accuracy of their guns. Three ghouls appear to replace each one that dies.

Sole and Mac, surrounded and besieged, realize their horrible mistake.

Their one and only, but fatal, mistake.

Piper : The reporter speaks to them as they approach a settlement.

"Hello! I have a few questions about the living conditions in the colony; would you be willing to answer them?"

Sole takes a step back. They have to repair a water purifier at Sturges' request, and they don't want to interfere with Piper's work on her new article, "Life in the Commonwealth with the Return of the Minutemen." This is, at the very least, the first draft. Piper wishes to develop a more enticing title and believes she can do so by researching the backdrop of her article.

Sole approved all along.

This is the best plan of action concerning Piper. Approve immediately before she launches into an argument about the advantages and disadvantages of her point of view. Her conversation is already something; if she believes she needs to persuade her interlocutor, it could run all day.

Quite strangely, the purifier's filter has become clogged from the inside. Because the duct is too tiny, Sole is unable to reach it. To see what is causing the blockage, they must disassemble a large piece of the devices. As the day is already well begun, they proceed immediately.

Piper returns after around ten minutes to see how they are.

"Hmf. Everyone declines my interview requests. I expected everyone to be overjoyed to be in the next issue, but they're all too busy."

"Take it back tonight at the bar when they're done with their chores," Sole suggests, gripping his wrench, which refuses to loosen the shaft.

"Wait a minute, that's a fantastic idea. They will definitely be even more ready to comply if my incredibly popular acquaintance additionally offers a few caps to pay for the round."

Sole chuckles, despite the fact that they are losing patience after the obstinate piece.

"You know I'd do anything for you, sweetheart."

"What a charmer," says the reporter, blushing.

But Sole's motivation is more selfish than making Piper blush. Every time they told her something in this taste, she reddened, stammered, and eventually shut up. They must concentrate if they don't want to twist the rotor situate under the duct or damage the nets, which would necessitate some redoing, and all of the required gear is in Sanctuary. During this break, they renew their focus to their given task.

Piper, on the other hand, is in a completely different mindset. She coughs briefly to regain their interest. They grunt to indicate that they are paying attention and modify their position to change the pressure point.

"You know, Sole, I've been wanting to talk to you about something a little tricky for a while."

"Not really your way of going in circles," Sole grumbles, thrusting their tool.

"No, I confess, but it's something that, let's say, is difficult to discuss."

"I didn't think there was anything too tough for you to discuss," they groan before throwing all of their weight on the tool to give it one last push.

"It's actually a very personal matter. So, if it's not too problematic..."

"But keep going!" Sole attempts to remain calm as they begin to feel the piece shift.

"I just wanted to let you know that all this time we've been rummaging together, I know it was not easy, I was not easy, and many don't really like me."

They eventually get their hands into the conduit to find the obstruction.

"But I'm quite pleased with you. More than just content. You never seem to get tired of my little crazy... I must admit... I do feel that—

"A MINE!" yells Sole, vigorously shoving Piper away as the entire purifier erupts out of its cement block, taking Sole's arm and a significant chunk of what should have been connected to Sole's arm with him. 

Piper, out of breath and on her back, worries of the fire and blood that fly in all directions and then fall all around her. She has no idea if she is injured; she is absolutely frightened.