#nuka-world fic

[ntzsche9]

I finally settled on a name for my main wip, and now I can do a proper intro & a mood board! I have been utterly STUCK with this story for a couple of months now, and I'm just trying to get into the vibes in hopes of grabbing that tiger's tail again.

Bad Blood

A Fallout Nuka-World Fic

Warnings: violence, gore, slavery, sexual content with dubious consent, referenced SA, drug and alcohol abuse, m/m, 18+

Lafayette, the son of a 'retired' raider, left his abusive father to find his place in the world and was taken in by an eclectic trauma-bonded found family that inspires him to be a better person and shows him love he is certain he doesn't deserve. When his father comes across them in a raid, Lafayette is given the offer to join him, and he agrees in order to save the settlement and his little brother. Lafayette finds that being with his dad again, and being the son he always wanted him to be, isn't nearly as difficult as he thought it would be. He struggles to maintain the person he wants to be with the person he suspects he is, all while a cast of scheming raiders, wastelanders, and slaves vie for power in the raider city built within the rusted remains of an amusement park.

Chapter 3

Super wip, and I won't be posting more than exerpts at this time. I'll update this post with what does get posted. This is also like, volume 3 of a story that started as a roleplay (volume 1), so one or two of these characters aren't entirely mine (noteably, Gabe.) I might post experts from volume 2, titled Sanctuary, which gets referenced pretty heavily in this story. It also occassionally includes minor characters from the game. I'm trying to find a way to write this as a stand-alone story but I am really far from that, and struggling just to make it make sense to anyone unfamiliar with fallout 4.

More under #ntzsche nuka-world

[fablewritesnonsense]

When you get hyperfixated on a fic idea which distracrs you from writing the thing that you'd actually be able to make money on...

Anyways I need help with ideas for the title of a Nuka-World fic featuring my former-raider OC Asher.

[home-on-the-wastes]

Hell of a Ride (2/2)

When someone finally makes it through the Gauntlet, Gage's relieved that they might finally have a candidate for Overboss--until he sees that the contender's just a kid. Still, she's the first who's gotten this far in a long time, so maybe there's some merit to her skills, and would be a good fit for the role after all. Besides, kids can be bossed around, right? See Part 1 for additional tags. Part 1 // 2

Gage dragged himself to his feet to survey the damage. The corner of the arena was black, and near the center of it, what was left of Colter in his power armor. A piece of the oversized helmet was dented and cracked, embedded in the arena guard rail. 

Gage had to hand it to the kid—she at least put on a good show before she blew herself up. Took who she could down with her. If the groans and screams from the stands were any indication, Gage was sure she killed one or two of the gang members right up against the fence from the debris. Fucking idiots.

Then, in the smoldering wreckage, Gage spied some movement. Still on his back, Colter tried to roll over, get on his feet, and do something. Gage couldn’t tell if it was death throes or if he was still alive, just trapped in that stupid fucking power armor, burning up. If Colter survived this, he was gonna skin Gage alive for the Thirst Zapper stunt.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, something else moved.

It might have been a curse, or maybe it was just an unintelligible scream of rage and adrenaline. The kid jumped out of the wreckage, blackened and burning, and unloaded the remainder of the magazine into Colter’s face. The rattling of bullets against the ground punctuated her rage, and when the gun clicked and the ammo expended, she threw it aside, grabbed her machete, and kept chopping, screaming until her voice gave out and there was no way that Colter was alive anymore. With a final swing, arching blood across the arena floor, the kid stopped her bloody double tap as soon as she began it.

Her entire body heaving, she did a brief sweep of the crowd. Gage thought she would jump onto the fence and go mental, but she didn’t. As the seconds ticked by, her tense shoulders started to droop, little by little. She slowly started to lower her machete.

Everyone let out the breath they were holding. Finally, the kid looked at him, jaw set, spitting mad. A plan began to form.

Redeye’s voice crackled over the speakers. “Gage, what the hell just happened?”

He had to get it together, or all of this would be for nothing. Turning to the crowd, Gage shouted over the growing discontent. “You saw it–we all saw it! Colter’s dead.”

He could work with this. Gage grinned and waved a hand at the kid to present her. She spat a glob of blood onto the floor and what looked like a tooth.

“We’ve got ourselves a new Overboss.”

He heard the complaints, especially from the gang leaders. Worried all this talk would spook the new boss, Gage waved his hand and leaned closer to the microphone. “Hey, we talked about this. She survived the Gauntlet. She was smart enough to take my advice and strong enough to kill Colter. She’s what we need. So how about we show some new respect from our new leader.”

“Leader?” the kid asked. Her voice cracked, making it sound like a hiccup. Gage would be pissed if this psychopath started crying, so he waved her off discreetly and kept talking to the crowd.

���All right, all right, now get the hell out of here. I’ll show the new boss around.”

People would be talking about this fight for weeks. Gage eyed the leaders of each gang, talking with their seconds and amongst their crews. Sure, Mason looked mildly annoyed and Nisha was unreadable, but Mags and her brother looked mildly impressed, if not a bit curious.

Gage had to admit the kid had left a good impression. She was tougher than she looked.

Spookier, too. When Gage turned back to the door, she had moved to cracked glass, staring at him like she was out of a god damned horror story with blood dripping down her face. He couldn’t figure out if it was hers or Colter’s, so he decided it was better not to know.  He also opted to not open the door and hoped she wasn’t crazy enough to crawl through the broken windows.

“That went better than expected,” said Gage. “But you gotta listen real close, and you listen good. You just helped us complete a plan that’s been in motion for months.”

The kid’s pupils were starting to return to their normal size, contracting properly with the flashing lights. Gage went through the general overview of the place, the three gangs, how the whole place was just one short fuse from blowing sky high, and how she was going to help him smooth things out. As he explained the situation, he wondered how the kid was going to take it. She didn’t seem much different from the other teenagers who wandered too close to Nuka World and got caught up in one of the gangs, either as a new member or as a new victim. A few well-placed threats would probably make her complacent–at least, until Gage could figure out if she could actually stick around, or just be a stand-in until someone better showed up and crushed her in the Gauntlet.

“What if I don’t want to?” asked the kid.

“Well, you can try and make a break for it,” Gage replied, “where you become hunted by some of the crazier guys here, or you die somewhere out there between here and the Commonwealth. There’s no way in hell you’re gonna be able to get enough supplies to get there, and that transit ain’t running until we say it does.”

She nodded at this, shifting where she stood. Weighing her odds, probably. “Right.”

“And you’re gonna do what I say if you want to stay alive. Got it?”

She nodded again, a little smaller.

“Stand up straight. You just killed the Overboss—now act like it.”

“Fuck you,” she said again, but she stood tall and squared her shoulders.

“Good. You got a little bite. You’re going to need it.”

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Author's notes: I always liked the concept of the Nuka-World DLC, but never liked how it was handled in canon. My Sole Survivor, Tallahassee, would never have wandered that way due to her own quests and personal issues, but I didn't want to rule out the entire DLC.

However, my Fallout 4 OC, Murk Mathis, would wander there--especially after she gets duped by Harvey at the Nuka-World transit center. Her father's raider background is a bone of contention for her and part of her overall character development in the story arch of my mind for her. Tallahassee shows up later, of course, but for now, I always wanted to get this piece of the story out onto paper.

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Since we are dunking on fallout meager food options (and music, and clothes, and buildings), can we also talk about how weird it is that raiders don't have children?

I understand it from the real world view of "killing kids is bad", but in-game it is so odd.

Are they legit telling me no raider has ever had a kid? That their groups that band together for survival would have no kids running around? That no desperate adult (or barely old enough teen) showed up with a child because that was the only way they could get protection in the wastes? That no raider ever found a kid and said "fuck it, little timmy is tagging along"?

It bugs me to no end that we physically enter raider homes and somehow never see any sign of children. Fuck, I wanna eavesdrop on raiders talking about how excited they are about finding an "almost pristine" book from a series their child/sibling/nibling absolutely loves. I want to enter a raider den and have the raiders protect a locked room with everything they have, only to find it is a nursery after I've slaughtered them. I want to loot a dead raider and find a toy that they had been planning to give to a child in their life. Those a people and I want to be reminded of that.

Raiders (in the more recents games at least) are barely human. I don't feel bad about killing raider #6374, I don't wonder if they have loved ones they wanna return to. They have no depth aside from murderous looters and it gets worse every time I enter a place that the raiders are clearly living in long-term with no plans of leaving and yet, somehow, having no sign of children ever being present.

The world of fallout is despairingly hopeless and stuck in the past, so much so that even the very basic notion of "old humans often rear new humans" is treated as an afterthought instead of a core aspect of any society.

[context]

YEAH YEAH YEAH THANK YOU. There's those two raider groups in conflict with each other where the leader of one was VERY dedicated to her younger sister and I believed it implied that they'd been raiders really young, but even that was minimal and not really relevant to anything.

This issue isn't specific to Fallout, it's a fundamental part of any game where there are humanoid but universally hostile mobs, and it fucking SUCKS. Like idk what the solution to this really is when games do need enemies and not everyone wants to grapple with major moral dilemnas while gaming, but the dehumanization that is so common in gaming these days is a huge problem and the raiders are a great example of this because they ARE people. Like they are literally just people living their lives in a hostile world.

I think Nuka World could've been a great opportunity for including family units among raiders, since it's the only place where we can actually interact with non-hostile raider groups AND it's a permanent settlement, but that was a complete letdown too. This game is really trying to sell me the idea that the Pack at least wouldn't have a few dozen kids constantly underfoot? Bullshit.

[sawyingthroughthewasteland]

hdhfhe

okay so i was thinking about post-game fo4, especially nukaworld because i know for a fact after completing the gauntlet and getting the fuck out of dodge Sawyer wouldn't want to touch all that with a twenty foot pole.

My cowriter and I said he'd probably pawn it off to his more chaotic husband, Baron but honestly knowing Baron I think Sawyer would hold back on that because nuka world is Special so I was trying to think of who he would maybe put in as the overboss in place of him and

hear me out but i really want to read a fanfic about Ronnie Shaw taking over Nukaworld and having to work with Gage. i just think it would be funny

[fictionisthebetterreality]

Fallout Fic - NaNoWriMo 2023

Lex is a raider, fightin' tooth and nail just to survive.

She meets Gage Porter, and becomes a Queen with a Queendom, killin' her way through the wastes, laughing the whole way.

She meets Gage Porter, and loses everything.

Lex is an outcast, relyin' on nothin' but the jagged edge of her knife and the blood of anyone gettin' in her way.

Preston Garvey finds her, and promises her revenge.

Preston Garvey finds her, and Lex promises him freedom.

These things are not what they seem.

The flotilla is huge. Lex stares with a grim face at Gage’s amassed wealth, gathered from the boneyard of Nuka World. That’s her raiders in there, her money he’s been using to bribe the border patrols, her blood he's building sandcastles out of.

Gage doesn’t come out to play no more, they say.

Somethin’s hunting him, they whisper.

She smiles.

Someone, maybe.

Her face itches, mud and blood drying and pulling the skin. It was more fun than she thought it would be, playing dress-up. Preston’s eyes were big as hubcaps when she came back to camp, all covered in guts and gore. One of his new boys was halfway toward pulling his iron, ‘till Garvey caught his arm – lucky for the boy. The new hires get twitchier every time, and most nights she feels like a Deathclaw in a Molerat nest.

Her tattoos are gone, most buried under a layer of muck, the ink of her Nuka Crown tucked away beneath a scrappy bandage on her arm. Her boots are in a stash she found a couple blocks away, along with everything else that could ruin this for her. Her hair is stuffed into a scratchy, stained cap, one of Garvey’s. It was knitted by Mama Murphy, he said, like that’s supposed to mean something. He’s mentioned her only once or twice, in the half-sentences he uses when he forgets who she is. Who they are.

She hasn’t been bottom of the feeding chain for a long time. She can’t remember how to hold herself, how to move – prey, not predator. But it doesn’t matter, really – by the time anyone gets close enough to notice, she’ll be close enough to bury her knife in their throat. She can’t wait.

Nearby, a pack of mutts send up a howl, delving into shrieking snarls as they uncover something to eat - sounds like a ghoul.

“I’d say stick to the plan, but I’m not convinced you have one.”

Preston’s voice is low, muffled by the scarf around his neck – another present from the elusive Mama Murphy? His jacket is frayed and split, the Minuteman insignia faded and worn. Ironic or symbolic, she hasn’t decided.

These days, she has a feeling about Preston Garvey. Under all that justice, and righteousness, and good, she thinks there’s something else. Something dark. Something dangerous. She just has to set it free.

She smiles, slow and easy.

“Sure,” she says, “sure.”

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

Tarzan and Jane

A/N: Okay, so I couldn’t help myself. I finished clearing the Safari park thing in Nuka World and Cito is literally Tarzan. Like I was getting major vibes, and I think Nora was like his Jane. Obviously not in her eyes, but kinda in his lol.

But here’s my weird little rendition of Cito and Nora in a Tarzan and Jane sort of way with Piper added in for a little humor in the midst of all these feels 😅💗

Hope y’all enjoy! 💖💖💖

Word Count: 1.7k+

  It was all over. They had shut down the cloning facility and Nora had managed to help Cito save his family.

   It had come time to decide what to do about him because she was not entirely sure how he would handle it when she inevitably got rid of the raiders and hopefully got some settlers moved in around the Nuka World parks.

  Ultimately, she offered him the chance to stay, telling him that she had some new friends that would probably be moving in sometime soon. He had trusted her and agreed.

  Now was the matter of saying goodbye, which was pretty rough in itself. Mostly because he kept trying to speak to her and find reasons to keep her there for longer.

  She at long last sighed, deciding to finally tell him how things were going to have to be.

  “Cito, I really have to—”

  “New friend,” Cito interrupted before pausing, seemingly struggling with how to phrase the words he was looking for.

  Nora patiently waited for him, just watching him as his surprisingly intelligent blue eyes shifted around in thought with his furrowed brows shadowing them.

  He extended his hand and placed it on her chest, spreading it.

  Nora could feel Piper and Dogmeat watching carefully. Piper was not entirely comfortable with him, but she did not say anything. Both of them knew the gesture was mostly pure and he likely was not thinking of it in some sort of inappropriate manner considering Nora’s breasts.

  Nora touched his hand, covering it with her own as she watched him and waited for him to utter his next words.

  “New friend… have name?” Cito questioned finally, meeting her eyes with that same intensity that he seemed to always have. His gaze was warm and sweet with nothing but affection there. There was a certain presence of desire there as well, and Nora felt her heart hurting for him.

  A human raised among gorillas… She was likely the first of his kind that he had seen since he was a small child. It was no wonder that he had a hint of desire and want in his eyes. He wanted human companionship in a way that his gorilla family could not exactly give him.

  Nevertheless, Nora forced a smile, looking at him softly as her honey-greens met his deep blues.

  “I’m Nora,” she introduced softly. Cito tilted his head slightly, searching her face carefully as he observed her.

  “Nora,” he tried out carefully. He then grinned widely, that adorable innocence shining through.

  “Nora!” he excitedly declared.

  He moved his hand from her chest, grabbing her own as he pulled her forward toward the gorillas that were not too far off.

  Nora huffed a little and could not help grinning bittersweetly in spite of herself as she paused next to him. His hand was still outstretched and holding hers, but he crouched down next to his family as he looked up at her.

  “Nora stay with family. Stay with Cito,” Cito offered happily, a smile on his face where he was crouched down with the gorillas.

  Nora looked down, dropping her chin to her chest. She dreaded having to tell him no. It was not that she thought there would be any physical consequences, but she would hate to see the heartbroken look on his face.

  Since she had met him a day or two ago, she had the overwhelming urge to try to help him somehow and to try to take care of him. It was something she always felt when it came to hopeless people or ones that were in need. She had helped him, but now that it was time to part ways, she did not want to leave him behind.

  But at the same time, she knew she could not ask him to leave his family to join her and hers, but she also knew that she could not stay. They both had people that depended on them, so it would never work for one of them to join the other.

  “I can’t,” she expressed, despising every syllable as she uttered them.

  His smile faded just a little. He stood up slowly, towering over her a little despite the fact that he was not very intimidating when one came to know him. Nora lifted her head to look at him, trying to keep a smile on her face.

  “Cito… Cito not have friends. But Nora come and Cito have friend,” Cito explained to her, the entire thing extremely pitiful and hurting Nora’s heart deeply.

  Nora tried to think of some way to explain it to him. She happened to see the gorillas watching them, and it was then that she thought of the perfect way.

  “Cito… You have a family,” Nora told him, and he nodded, glancing back at the gorillas briefly as he penetrated her gaze with his own blazingly intense one.

  “I have a family, too. Her and the dog are two parts of my family,” Nora emphasized as she pointed at Piper and Dogmeat. He looked at them before looking back at Nora as she took in a careful breath.

  “The rest of my family is waiting at home,” Nora tried to explain, endeavoring to keep her words simple. He was still looking at her longingly and dejectedly, but there was an element of understanding that was starting to set in.

  “I have to protect my family,” Nora admitted, meeting him on a level that he would doubtlessly understand.

  Cito gazed at her silently and sadly, his eyes glowing with emotion. He had such strong, giant feelings and they overwhelmed his eyes, which were two of the most expressive things that Nora had ever seen.

  He was quiet for a few moments before finally speaking up.

  “Cito… Will miss Nora. Cito… is sad,” he confessed, and Nora nodded, pain gripping her despite not having known him for that long.

  He was wild like a hurricane. He loved quickly and she could not help but return some amount of fondness in reply to him.

  Nora offered him a brief onceover before extending her hand as he had done earlier, pressing it to his chest as she spread her fingers over it. His stare never left hers, and Nora swallowed.

  “I’ll miss you, too, Cito. I’ll come visit soon, okay?” Nora promised, her voice soft as she spoke to him. Cito nodded, brightening just a little as his gaze lit up.

  He paused once more, seemingly trying to find words as he extended his hand again to touch her chest as he had done before. She did not even blink as she watched him and waited him out.

  He seemed to struggle, and he briefly brought his hand up to touch her face, his knuckles brushing her cheek affectionately. Nora was a little surprised at that development, but she allowed him to do what he felt like he wanted to do as long as it remained in a realm of acceptable.

  “Cito… Cito like new friend. Like, like, like new friend,” he tried to express, and Nora nodded to him, not quite having the heart to tell him the word he must have been really looking for. He was trying to express it in terms of like but given how much he was trying to emphasize like, she knew it was stronger than that.

  It had only been around two days, but he must have somehow loved her in some strange, unexplainable way.

  “We need to go, Blue,” Piper softly told her, interrupting the moment briefly, and Nora nodded sadly but tried to muster some amount of easiness about her as she patted his chest affectionately.

  “I’ll see you again soon, Cito,” Nora told him, and he nodded, letting his hand drop away from her hesitantly.

  “See Nora soon,” he nodded, smiling, and Nora nodded to him in reply, stepping back as she turned back to join Piper and Dogmeat. She took hold of the door, opening it as she let Dogmeat out and Piper as well.

  She paused as she stood near the door, looking back at him. He smiled at her, his eyes warm where he was now crouched with the gorillas.

  Piper had stopped in the doorway and she softly touched Nora’s shoulder. Nora met her eyes, and Piper just looked at her somewhat sadly before tilting her head in the direction of outside.

  Nora sighed but offered Cito a small wave and a forced smile as she headed out, shutting the door behind her.

  They travelled through the park, making their way to the exit in silence with only the nature noises around them, the sound of the old intercom, and the comforting click of Dogmeat’s nails to accompany them.

  After glancing over at Nora a couple of times, Piper finally spoke up, her smile somewhat wry as she spoke up.

  “It’s pretty bad…”

  “Which part?” Nora tiredly questioned, a definitive heaviness in her heart as she looked over at her companion, Dogmeat trailing along in front of them.

  “It’s pretty bad that you told ol’ Tarzan back there your name quicker than you told me when we first met,” Piper dramatically pointed out, grinning a little as she looked at Nora more fully.

  Nora sighed deeply but could not help just the smallest bit of a smile in reply to Piper’s goofiness. This argument had been ongoing for a long, long time and it was something that Piper loved to playfully bring up occasionally.

  “Look, you didn’t ask and I didn’t think about it when I first met you with everything that was happening around us. And I didn’t get the chance to talk to you until like a day or two later. I was asking around the city and trying to figure out if anyone had seen anything,” Nora tiredly defended herself, playing along despite her sadness.

  Piper just huffed, smiling softly as she nudged her with her shoulder gently.

  “I’m just messing with you, Blue… I know this was hard for you. I could see that urge to just snag him up like you do every other needy wastelander,” Piper told her with a fond smile and a definitive sympathetic glint in her eye despite her teasing tone. Nora looked over at her somewhat sadly.

  “I couldn’t ask him to leave. And I couldn’t stay,” Nora explained, and Piper nodded, extending her arm to wrap it around her best friend’s shoulders.

  “I know. You helped him the best that you could. And as far as I’m concerned, you did pretty darn good. I really think they’ll be okay,” Piper expressed, and Nora sighed, leaning her head over to touch Piper’s briefly as they walked along.

  “I hope so. I really do.”

[theskeletoninthegarden]

Every time my brain comes up with a story idea that doesn't involve me doing some serious mental gymnastics to get it to work I have no motivation to bother.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Bee's Fic Recs 💌✨ | Multifandom works

Happy 2025!! I've been writing on Tumblr since 2020, but I've been reading fanfic on here much longer. So here is a full list of my absolute favorite works from over the years of all the fandoms I love by amazing, talented writers! These writers inspire me every day and I look forward to every time they post. 🥹❤️ might do a part 2 to this soon!!

Note: this list of fic recs contains works that have fluff, angst, smut, canonical violence & death, etc. Be sure to read the content warnings and be mindful. MDNI on works 18+

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Marvel

You're My Person | TASM!Peter Parker Imagine by @luvingspence

Right Where You Left Me | TASM!Peter Parker Imagine by @loeyparker

You Are Not To Blame | TASM!Peter Parker Imagine by @maximoff-pan

Static Verse | Bucky Barnes Series by @theconstantsidekick

Madripoor | Bucky Barnes Imagine by @imagines-all-day-everyday

Reality Check | Loki Series by @ohmygoodnessgraciouss

From the Void, With Love | Loki Series by @whirlybirbs

Bold | Loki Imagine by @loving-barnes

If I Keep Running Back to You | Loki Imagine by @theonewiththefanfics

No Sleep Till Brooklyn | Steve Rogers Series by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Sugar Lips and Starky-Boy | Tony Stark Imagine by @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

He's Funny That Way | Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagine by @birdsofpry

Only Forever | Steve Rogers Series by @thank-you-for-the-vampire-money

This is Not Goodbye | Avengers Imagine by @imaginesforjoy

Home | Steve Rogers Imagine by @mikrowrites

Stardust | Loki Series by @imaginesoutofahat

Twilight

The Hybrid | Demetri Volturi Imagine by @wallwriterstuff

Revenge | Volturi Imagine by @like-rain-or-confetti

Oh No, He's Hot | Felix Imagine by @captain-yeet

Volturi Queen | Volturi Imagine by @fanficimagery

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Hiraeth | Gwayne Hightower Imagine by @sainttherezia

The Sword and the Quill | Gwayne Hightower Series by @seancekitsch

Campaign Trail | Modern Gwayne Hightower Au by @seafarersdream

The Good Queen | HOTD Imagine by @itsgameofthronesimagines

Top Gun: Maverick

NCIS | Bradley Bradshaw Imagine by @ohtobeleah

Return to Me | Bob Floyd Imagine by @lewmagoo

The Better Man | Bradley Bradshaw Imagine by @bradshawsbaby

Jukebox War | Jake Seresin Imagine by @roosterforme

Call Me Daddy | Jake Seresin Imagine by @eternalsams

White Liar | Jake Seresin Imagine by @mrssturnioloo

Stranger Things

Wicked | Eddie Munson Imagine by @munson-blurbs

Gladiator II

The Prophecy | Lucius Verus Series by @lilmisshellfireswritingblog

Dies Natalis | Geta & Caracalla Imagine by @painted-flag

Near Death Experience | Gete Imagine by @megalony

Golden Empress | Emperor Geta Imagine by @multific

Soulmates | Emperor Geta Imagine by @multific

Men In Black

Happy Little Mistakes | Agent K Imagine by @lesbianstarkx

Harry Potter

Hardly Hurt | Newt Scamander Imagine by @xbarrjallenx

The Magizoologist and The Magizoolinguist | Newt Scamander Imagine by @b-eehive

The White Owl | Newt Scamander Imagine by @redneonmoons

Lovesick Niffler | Newt Scamander Imagine by @miss-authorcita

At All Costs | Charlie Weasley Series by @ardentmuse

Return of the Jackal | Sirius Black Imagine by @stallingdemons

Animal Instinct | Sirius Black Imagine by @ra-veela-claw

The Grishaverse

Gotta put Some Color in the Miserable Place | Kaz Brekker Imagine by @crazyyluvr

Matching Bracelets | Kaz Brekker Imagine by @happyyyandcrazyyy

Helmets | Modern Kaz Brekker AU by @mcntsee

Love Language | Kaz Brekker Imagine by @rubysunnday

The Phoenix and the Crow | Kaz Brekker Series by @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes

Set, Charge, Boom | Kaz Brekker Imagine by @stray-kaz

Midnights | Kaz Brekker Series by @auroravictorium

Fallout

At the End of the World | Cooper Howard Imagine by @queenxxxsupreme

How About A Nuke | Cooper Howard Series by @not-neverland06

Sweet as Nuka Cola | Cooper Howard Imagine by @periprose

Bridgerton

Over the Garden Wall | Benedict Bridgerton Series by @homeofthepeculiar

Forgive Me | Benedict Bridgerton Imagine by @benedictscanvas

Doctor Who

Lured Desire | The Tenth Doctor Imagine by @doctenwho

Paradox | The Tenth Doctor Imagine by @shenkizoo

No Reset | The Tenth Doctor Imagine by @madboxwithagirl

[perfectlypreservedpie]

MacCready Fanfiction Recs (Fallout 4)

hey everybody, nobody asked for this but in the midst of writing fallout fanfic I was feeling a special kind of love for my favorite fo4 fanfics and wanted to recommend them in case you hadn't read 'em. Because they are VERY GOOD and writing fanfic is hard, so you gotta give props to those who sweat for your comfort fics.

I'm gonna recommend my top three finished fanfics, and then two more bonus fics that are being updated rn. As a clarifier, these are all Maccready fallout 4 fics. so. keep that in mind.

im tagging the authors and also anybody who wants to join and share their favorites too!

3. THE FATHER(S) AND THE SON(S) on ao3 by @sirmanmister

I'm going to preface this rec by saying this: there is Fanon MacCready. There is canon MacCready. And then there is ascended!whatBethesdawishesitWAS MacCready, which exists solely in this fanfiction. The characterization of Mac is so well written. He is snarky, he is vulnerable. He desperately wants to grow up but doesn't know how. He has the most sick character arc in this story!!!

It's not a romance but instead a coming of age story where the sole survivor becomes a de-facto parent to Mac. The heart of the story is about how to raise a child while you're still trying to grow up yourself. The apocalypse setting lends itself well because the Wasteland is a place where NOTHING is beautiful, but the way that M!Sosu and MacCready care for their sons is beautiful. Which makes it special and worth fighting for.

As a fun fact, I read The Road by Cormac McCarthy for class a week after finishing this fic and I was thinking about this fic the whole time because the themes of fatherhood during an apocalypse hit a lot of the same beats. Maybe my professor would kick me in the teeth by comparing fic to McCarthy, but @sirmanmister YOU ARE MY CORMAC MCCARTHY <3

2. WORKING CLASS HERO on ao3 by @bluegrasskitty

This is the kind of fic you take with you to toilet, to work, in-between classes. It will suck you in. AND THERE'S A SEQUEL TOO YOU GUYS‼️

The sole survivor in this story is the model for the Nuka Cola girl. You know the hot lady in the spacesuit? SHE HAS A BACKSTORY. AND YALL IT MADE ME WEEP. During some point of the story, I sort of stopped rooting for MacCready to be the narrator and just wanted Nora Cabot to take the reins. When I tell you I think of this oc every two to three business weeks. She's an incredible leading lady. I can't look at Nuka Girl posters in the game without thinking of Nora Cabot, my beloved.

the sequel IS SO FIRE. It's the best reimagining of 'what happened after the institute blew up' that I've ever read. im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure actually.

A VERY GOOD PLOT TWIST I CANNOT MENTION TO NEW READERS BUT IF YOU'VE READ IT YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. AND IF YOU UNDERSTAND DM ME I HAVE TO TALK TO SOMEBODY ABOUT IT. HHh.

The amount of world building that @bluegrasskitty puts into this story is insane. They ARE Beth Esda.

As a fun fact, I didn't know that radchickens were canon in fallout. I thought it was a plot device made up by this author to excuse the ability to make cake in this book, but radchickens ARE real. When I was playing Far Harbor last year, I found radchickens and thought that @bluegrasskitty manifested them into existence because they had that kind of power.

that being said, I still think this author has that kind of power.

1. Atom Bomb Baby on ao3 by @starlightwrites

I think you dropped something....my jaw.

fellas. fellas. this is my comfort fic. You ever had a comfort fic? Something you come back to at least once a year to reread to feel something? the fiction equivalent of chicken noodle soup? this is what Atom Bomb Baby is to me. this is peak literature actually. if I ever figure out book binding, im doing this one first.

Plot wise, it's a retelling of Fallout 4's main story through the perspective of MacCready. But (and im wheezing as I say this) it's also so much more THAN THAT.

this fic author understands that MacCready is not a womanizer but is in fact a touch starved loser. and they are CORRECT.

MacCready spends the entire fic like 'uuuhhhh I dunno about this one, boss!'

ITS BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS RAHHHHHH

it also has a nostalgia feel to me too, because reading it gives me the same feeling as what it was like to play the game for the first time, years ago. maybe it's because I've read it so many times over the years, but reading it feels so satisfying.

The author spends 10 chapters at the end solely dedicated to an epilogue. I wish more stories did this. They go through the wringer in this story, and it's so deeply satisfying to see how cleanly everything gets wrapped up. MacCready and the Lola work really well together as a couple, so it's awesome to see how they work together after the battle is done.

6 out of 5 stars.

BONUS FICS !! aka fics that are still updating! I squeal with joy when I get an ao3 email about these: 1. Best Laid Plans on ao3 by @druidgroves - Georgia Tate is an incredible character and sole survivor! She was a teacher prewar, so it's really fun to get her perspective on the world. She cares a lot about education and libraries and I find her really relatable and endearing. It's a cool thing for a character in an apocalypse to care about! It also makes for fun tension with Mac, who's written as a pragmatic survivor. A great take on familiar characters and their dynamics. - And It's a great slow burn! I'm really enjoying reading it. 2. Long Time Running on ao3 by @twosides--samecoin - If you've ever thought that Med-Tek was too convenient an option for Duncan's cure, this fic was written with you in mind. - RJ goes to Canada and im obsessed with it. - If you're interested in fallout lore, specifically the bit where the U.S annexed Canada and wished that there was more info about that, I would highly recommend this fic. Twosides--samecoin put in THE WORK. The world building they do to explain Canada's side of the Great War is so fun!!! its genuinely such a thrill to read!

I'm tagging the authors who I mentioned, if you all have favorite fics (fallout or otherwise, I'd love to hear em!) Thank you for making good art!

[atomicbland]

Just A Mirage Pt. 3

Sorry this took so long yall! Anways here's part 3, my first ever spicey scene. did i mention i have an intox kink (this fic is practically dedicated to the gorgeous @ghoulphile at this point)

pairings: cooper howard x fem!reader rating: 18+ MDNI! warnings: bondage, degradation, pet names, mentions of age gap (obviously), Cooper Howard being a jackass in general, canon typical chem use, smoking AO3 Link

Golden morning light pours through the dirty filter of the windows, stirring you awake. As sleep left you you could feel the weight of Dogmeat curled up atop you. You pet her, forgiving her for scratching you, after all, she was too damn cute to stay mad at. You shift to see that the Ghoul was still sound asleep, his hat had fallen to the floor during the night, the scarred skin of his head on show for the whole world to gawk at. You decide to leave him be as it had been a long day yesterday and this was the first time in a while the two of you had safe lodging to relax in.

As quietly as possible you rise from your makeshift bed and creep past the sleeping ghoul, cautious not to let him stir or else you’d have a man and his dog up your ass all day earlier than you would’ve preferred. You gather your bag, holding it to your chest to muffle the rattle of contents and tiptoe your way back towards the glass house. Dogmeat follows behind you as if she were taking over the cowboy’s guard duty shift. 

It’s much easier to see in the glass house in the morning, you find a table next to the door stacked with boxes- something you hadn’t seen in the dim light yesterday. Nosey, you pilfer through the stack. Your years in the wasteland have taught you to never leave any box unchecked, loot was anywhere if you were lucky enough. The first few boxes were filled with faded papers, letters, diary pages, and some newspaper clippings with coupons for Nuka Cola, nothing really special or too important. In the next box, you find a small square tin, rust spots freckle the red lacquered surface, when you open it you’re rather surprised to see it half full, with a pipe nestled in the dried tobacco. You stash it in your bag, half considering giving it to the Ghoul in hopes he’d lighten up around you. Rifling through the rest of the box yields you some more canned water, Nuka Cola, and some nudie magazines filled with scantily clad women gardening. While you rather keep going through the boxes you didn’t want the Ghoul waking up to you missing lest you end up back on his leash. You found some more straw-berries closer to the entrance, picking some in hopes it’ll deter your greedy travel companion from breaking into your stash of food. Dogmeat, who had been in full guard mode sitting facing the door perked up when you moved toward the exit,  you tossed a straw-berry her way as the two of you walked back to the living room. 

“Had fun without me darlin’?” The Ghoul is upright on the sofa. his cheek was fat with his bullets as he spit-shined the barrel of his gun. He looks up at you through his lashes, spitooning a bullet in the palm of his hand before reloading. You’ve noticed his nervous habit, his mouth needed to be busy. If he wasn't using it to talk shit it was doing something else, smoking a cigarette, huffing chems, chewing on a piece of ass jerky, or sometimes sucking on the sweet lead of a bullet. And while you would think twice to put any form of ammo in your mouth -considering in the wasteland some people’s nervous habit involved stabbing- you didn't have much grounds to judge him.

“I was searching that place where I found the berries. Here.” You pull the red tobacco tin from your bag and hand it to the ghoul. 

He opens it and smiles, removing the pipe from the tin to examine it. He sticks the cavity of his nose into the tin, taking a sharp inhale. His exhale laced with excitement. “Now that's some top-shelf shelf dumb luck you got there sweetheart.” 

You ignore his backhanded compliment, fidgeting in place. You muster the courage to ask him to help you harvest some of the apples from the trees. You hated asking for help when it came to reaching anything since most men took it as an invitation to show off their size compared to you. The Ghoul stood a good foot over you, often having you hide behind him in sketchy situations knowing any foe would attack the smaller target first.  

“There’s more stuff back there,” you clear your throat, “I just can't reach everything.” 

“Well,” he spits the last bullet straight into the chamber with skilled accuracy, spinning it closed and returning the gun to its holster. “I ain't never been one to turn down a damsel in distress.” 

Dumb luck my ass. You think to yourself as you hold your breath to avoid inhaling the dank moldy air of the storage room. You could hear the Ghoul’s heavy footfalls from behind as he slowly scanned the shelves of the room, able to see much better in the dim light that poured through the door to the oasis.

It's almost blinding when you break free into the glass house, the morning light a gleaming beacon of life among the wasteland. You drank in the picture in front of you, it was a lush paradise filled with shades of emerald, and more plants than you had ever seen in one place threatened to burst through the windows. 

A low ragged chuckle from behind broke your stupor. You turn to look at the Ghoul, his hand habitually placed on his holster the other gripped the bandolier that slung across his shoulders a large grin plastered across his face. "Well, I'll be fucked." 

Ignoring him, you make your way to one of the closer apple trees. The bark was as warped and pockmarked as your cocky companion, branches splayed in every direction and littered with supersized apples ever so slightly out of your reach. Too engrossed in sizing up your woody opponent you don’t hear the gravel crunch behind you, the large gloved hand that claps down on your shoulder, startling you.

 “Ain't you the luckiest lil lady this side of the wasteland.” His hand slides down to rest on your hip, pulling you close as if to comfort you. The heat from his hand finds its way from your hip to your core, pooling between your thighs as you long for his touch to become more. You tilt your head up, meeting the rich hazel eyes of the monster behind you. You watch as his free hand reaches up into the branches, leaves rustling in protest as he plucks an apple with ease. 

“Two hours. Be back at this spot.” He mummers, sliding the apple into your hands. His palm lingers at your hip, and it may have been your imagination but you swear you feel his fingers curl ever so slightly as if to pull you closer. 

You break from his touch, your body on fire from where his hands were. Embarrassingly frustrated you venture into the foliage of the glass house, willing your mind to focus on finding supplies rather than linger on the fantasies the Ghoul kept dangling in front of you.

You had managed to make it to the other end of the glass house without coming across even a stray radroach. Alive at least. The remains of the beasts were still fresh, and Dogmeat, who continued to serve as your dutiful guardian while the Ghoul was out of eyeshot, lapped up the viscous bug goo like a hot meal on a cold night. The back end resembled a small study, short bookcases filled with tomes in various states of decay.

Withered crates, that had long been looted lay scattered around an ancient desk consumed by overgrowth. Despite the empty state of the crates, the desk remained untouched, drawers swollen shut with time and humidity. With some effort and prying with your knife, you break open the drawers of the worn and misshaped desk the contents spilling out onto the ground with a plume of dust. A rather large book sat atop the pile the worn cover read “Victory Vick’s Garden Guide: Sowing the Seeds of the Future!” Thumbing through the pages, each one contained illustrations of all sorts of plants with long blocks of text describing everything you could ever need to know about it, which plants would survive or even thrive in nuclear fallout, how to grow crops in artificial light- a section marked “Sponsored By VaultTec”- and towards the back were some recipes. Your body hummed with excitement at the discovery, a wealth of pre-war knowledge now at your fingertips. Encouraged by the find you bust open the rest of the desk, watching the junk spill out in hopes of striking gold. 

You had made yourself comfortable under the canopy of some large leaves, the dirt was a soft cushion beneath you as you curled at the base of the tree with your treasure trove of a book. Aside from Dogmeat's furious digging in the earth for monstrous worms, you were isolated from the world outside, unaware of the passage of time. You hugged your satchel of goodies close to your chest, as you became engrossed in the pages in front of you, determined to find information on some of the items you had found after searching the bookcases.  

A whistle breaks the peaceful silence of the oasis. Stubborn, you ignore it, convinced that the answer you’re searching for is just on the next page.

Another whistle rings out this time ripping Dogmeat from her worm hunt, head popping up, ears high and alert waiting for an order. The gravel crunched under the Ghoul's boots, his footsteps soft as to not give away his location.

 "C’mon now girlie, I been awful nice lettin’ you make your mudpies and flower crowns while I’ve been bustin’ my ass.” You can hear him circle in on your location, spurs clinking against the rocks. On instinct, you tuck yourself further under the brush you'd do anything if it meant more time in your paradise. 

He takes your silence as a challenge, you hear him suck his teeth as he mutters something under his breath. A long high whistle pierces your ears and makes your skin crawl, Dogmeat shoots out from your hiding spot to the origin of the noise. You scramble for your bag, shoving the tome inside and clutching it close.

 Dumb bitch. Cursing the dog as she’s given away your location to the Ghoul.

The familiar hiss of his inhaler can be heard next to you, a peak through the leaves reveal his dusty boots confirming his whereabouts. Lightening pain shoots through your head, a tight grip on your scalp tears from your little slice of heaven and into the icy glare of the Ghoul. “Gotcha.” He growls.

 A squeak escaped your lips and your eyes grew like saucers, your mind raced as to whatever punishment he had in store for you. The leash was uncomfortable, but it was better than being hogtied and hauled over his shoulder like a sack of scraps- and that was for running ahead of him and into a bunch of feral ghouls. His grip on your hair reminded you of the way his hand held your ass so tightly that you had bruises there for weeks. 

You could see something in his eyes, a dark carnal desire. His lips twisted into a smile as his grip tightened releasing another small squeak from you. "Ain't anyone teach you that you’re 'sposed to come when called."

You cursed yourself, his domineering touch never failed to turn you on.

“Sorry…” Your voice falters, hoping and praying he’d spare you the lasso if you looked pathetic enough.

“Sorry ain’t gonna cut it no matter how much you pout them pretty lips o’ yours babygirl.”  He pinches your cheek, patronizing you further as if the stupid pet names weren’t enough. "And to think I was fixin' to give your ass a treat for findin' this place." Removing his hand from your face, he pulls a jar of golden liquid from his pocket. "Somethin' sweet for bein' such a good girl." His words were a deep, hungry growl that twisted at the tension in your core. 

Your face grew red upon realization. He could smell you, every wastelander knew a ghoul’s sense of smell was heightened, however, you assumed that applied only to the feral ones. When he had you tied over his shoulder he could smell how wet being helpless had made you. He only released you from the hogties because the scent of you damn near made him disregard his bounty and take a bite, opting to squeeze a handful of your ass as a means to cope. And right now he could smell your drenched cunt. 

"I don't want any of your stupid chems," you spat, the feelings from his rejection bubbling back up. You felt stupid for letting him toy with you like this for so long all the while he got to have his fun. 

"Oh sweetie, this here's better than any drug you'd ever had.” He releases your hair and pockets the jar. “Now c'mon girlie." He grunts as he tosses you over his shoulder effortlessly, a familiar firm grip on your ass.

He had carried you all the way back to the living room despite your protests of being capable of walking yourself. He tosses you onto one of the battered couches, stealing your bag in the process. Not wanting to push his buttons further you sit quietly watching him meander to the firepit and kneel before it, Dogmeat follows him briefly before stealing a sofa for herself, exhausted from her worm hunting and uninterested in the foodless firepit. The Ghoul is quick to light a fire, taking his time to carefully pack the pipe you’d given him with tobacco in the bright amber light. He then takes to searching through your bag, your stomach drops knowing he’s discovered your stash and will more than likely pocket the items for himself, selling off anything else for caps. But a light wave of relief washes through you when all he takes is your matches, using one to light his pipe, and pocketing the tattered cardboard book.

"Now tell me lil' lady," he spoke, puffs of thick smoke rose around him as he came back to his feet. Each step he took towards you was accented with the creak of the floor, plumes of smoke crawled from his nose with every raspy exhale. "Why'd you go an' hide the best stuff for yourself?" His tone similar to scolding a child as he waves your prized book in your face before tossing it onto the cushion next to you. 

“I-” You’re cut off before you can manage another syllable, the older man not finished grilling you.

“And, I hadn’t forgot ‘bout your lil’ stunt back there. You damn sure know how to make my job extra difficult don'tcha sweetheart?” He flips your bag upside down, emptying the contents onto the cushion on the other side of you; another pipe, a jar of fuzzy green herb, a pair of shears, some caps, and two packs of RadAway. He knelt to your level, face dangerously close to yours, picking up each cap one by one as he watched you looking for any opportunity to further scold you. 

"Now sweetheart," He started, planting a hand on either side of you hunching over to meet your eyes and effectively cornering you between him and the tattered upholstery. "Best answer me this time 'round. I ain't one for repeatin' myself." He leaned in, narrowing the space between the two of you. The heat radiating from his body nearly unmatched by what welled between your thighs. Daring to close the gap you lean towards him, causing him to stiffen at the unexpected challenge. 

"Wouldn't have to hide it if someone wouldn't take everything for himself…” You pout, avoiding his burning gaze. Any bravado you had to stand up to him like last night has been stripped away leaving a flustered, sexually confused mess.

He smiles, eyes dark under the brim of his hat. “Not everything darlin’. After all, you’re still in one piece. Ain’t you?”  His question is punctuated with a cloud of smoke in your face making you sink back into the sofa your face burning hotter than the heat radiating off the Ghoul.

“Oh come on now, don’t start acting all shy on me. Don’t tell me this lil’ bitch is all bark and no bite.” The leather of his glove is cool against your flushed cheeks, forcing you to look back at him. “Now speak.” The command is low and gritty, his hand tightening on your cheeks.

“The stuff looked like it was worth the caps. I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you! And maybe I didn’t feel like being pushed around for a few fucking hours and wanted to be alone. The whole world doesn’t revolve around you jackass!” You can’t stop the words from flowing from you, overcome with the nauseating mix of every flavor of frustration the damn finally broke and you wanted to give the Ghoul a piece of your mind. 

Your withered companion smiles, his pipe balanced between yellowed teeth, completely unphased by your lashing. He releases his grip on your face, as if pleased with your answer and grabs the jar of green herbs, rolling it over in his hand, examining it.

"Dont’cha know what'd happen to ya' if you got caught alone with this?" He asks, dodging any of your accusations. Despite the rusted lid he manages to unscrew it, a pungent unreal smell pours out, a blend of peppercorns, old wood, and earth.  A low growl of approval roused deep from him, ripping the now exhausted pipe from his mouth. 

“And what is it exactly?” You cross your arms at the Ghoul’s obvious deflection.

 He plucked a small cluster from the jar, crumpling it into his pipe. "Ain't seen any of this shit since New Reno." He mumbles, transfixed on the herb, ignoring your question. 

You lean towards him flicking his hat back pulling his attention from his newly packed pipe and back to you. “What is it?”

"Mary Jane." He spoke low and eyes lidded sparking the pipe and taking a long drag, the cherry glowing like a small sun. The cowboy savored the draw, holding the smoke in as long as he could, choking down a cough. On exhale, long tendrils of smoke pooled from his lips as he spoke. "Sweet, sweet Mary Jane." 

The Ghoul moved to sit next to you, his long legs kicked out in front of him as he reclined. As he took another long, greedy drag you couldn't help but watch, studying the way his marred lips perfectly sat around the mouthpiece of the pipe. The sickly sweet smell of the herb made you awful curious if it tasted anything like it smelled. After all, you had never seen the Ghoul this visibly distracted by anything besides his vials that kept him alive. 

 Curiosity is getting the better of you as you watch him take a draw. "Can I try?"

A deep rumble of a laugh reverberated through you. "Thought you ain't want none of my stupid chems." Pitching his voice higher mockingly. He adds to his teasing by directing the pungent smoke to your face, enveloping you in a musky haze.

You look away in embarrassment never once interested in the plethora of chems available in the wasteland yet here you were entranced by this sickly sweet smoke that came from the ghoul's pipe.

Another crackle of the pipe as you hear your companion take a long, slow draw. Gloved fingers find their way on either side of your cheek as he gently pulls you close to his lips. A small gasp escapes you, allowing a stream of earthy smoke to dance across your tongue. Heat races from your core to the tips of your ears. Your head swimming from the taste of Mary Jane dancing in tandem with the Ghoul’s softer, intimate touch

You tried hard to ignore your arousal. You are fighting off the desire to close the small gap between you and the monster but to your disappointment, he pulls away before you can act on your hormones. Instead, he places the tip of the pipe between your parted lips, the taste of him lingers on the wood. Strong arms swing your legs over his pinstriped lap forcing you to pivot your body to face him.

 "Now take a big long breath for me darlin’." He stares deep into your eyes, hunger still there as he watches intently ensuring you’re following his directions. The smoke burns its way down your throat to your chest, the taste is acrid adding to the unpleasant feeling. A gloved hand gently pulls the pipe away from your mouth deeming you’ve had enough. 

“Now hold.” The Ghoul’s hand moves to the small of your back, rubbing small circles. Your head grows fuzzier with every passing second that you hold your breath. 

“Breathe out.” He gently instructs, you listen eager to rid the burning smoke from your lungs.

"Good girl." It's damn near a whisper. The words travel down your body settling into your needy heat. 

The pipe meets your lips again, and you quickly pull more smoke into your lungs, igniting the bowl of the pipe to a cherry red. The sharp inhale shoots smoke to the back of your throat making you choke. Plumes pour from your nose and mouth setting your airway on fire. Your pathetic sputtering for air is greeted with a gentle hand rubbing your back. 

“Easy now darlin’. Don’t need you passin’ out on me.” He says, placing the pipe between his teeth, leaving his hands free to caress your thigh and back as you catch your breath. Whatever Mary Jane was made you feel warm and fuzzy, your eyelids fall a bit as you cradle into the feeling and sink into the Ghoul’s broad chest. Your head moved with the rise and fall of his chest as he smoked, enjoying the impossible closeness and reveling in his tender touch. One hand held onto your waist working to keep you upright and balanced in his lap, the other hand lazily kneaded the softness of your thigh. 

Touch starved, and dazed you spread you legs ever so slightly in hopes of a wandering hand. The warmth brought on by the Mary Jane mingled with the growing need in your core, your threadbare underwear soaked. A pitiful whimper escapes your lips when a hand dips lower, brushing your achingly still clothed mound, and your hips roll desperate for more pressure. 

"Feelin' alright there sweetheart?" The question punctuated with another plume of smoke. 

You don't bother to look up, yet the words to express your need are fleeting, swirling around in your mind, your tongue dumb. All you muster is another whimper. He tilts your head up and you greet him with a lidded dopey smile, taking some pleasure and pride in feeling his cock harden under you. 

"Now darlin', I need you to use your words." One evil, teasing finger trails the damp cloth of your pants, lingering on your clit in small circles. “If there’s somethin’ you’re wantin’ you just gotta ask.” The Ghoul’s voice is low and warm. He watches you writhe under his touch, soft pants leaving your lips as he continues to torture your needy cunt. 

Wordless, you take his hand and guide it under the waistband of your pants, cursing the barrier your underwear still posed. You could feel how hot his hand was even through the leather of his gloves as he cupped your soaked mound. His heartbeat picked up in your ear from your bold request, and much to your disappointment he removes his hand. Your eyes shoot up to glare at him and you watch as he sets the pipe aside before taking the tip of his glove between his teeth, pulling it off with ease to reveal his scarred hand which quickly returns to its place in your pants. The waistband of your underwear tightens as he wraps the fabric tightly around his fingers, threads popped in time with the crackle of the fire as the time worn fabric gave way. Dutiful fingers now at your bare wet slit worked their way up and down, teasing at the entrance to your needy hole. Marled lips find their way to your neck, peppering your sensitive skin with featherlight kisses pulling whisper like moans from you. Your hands slither around his neck creeping under the collar of his duster, nails digging into thick, pitted skin pulling him closer, swimming in the intoxicating scent of Mary Jane, tobacco, and leather. The kisses move up your neck, tracing your soft jawline up to your ear his breath warm against you.

“You smell like a bitch in heat.” The Ghoul growls in your ear, a rough finger dips into your entrance slowly drilling away at your sensitive spot. “Best keep quiet darlin’. Don’t want somethin’ findin’ us in such a compromisin’ position don’t we?” He nips your ear as a second finger joins the first, stretching you and pulling a loud moan from you. His fingers work at the soft spongey spot, your core twisting and flipping from every coax of his digits. Your legs are unable to still themselves as each motion brings you closer and closer to the long needed release your hips writhe in his lap unintentionally grinding on the cowboy’s achingly hard member. You don’t even notice his low groans of pleasure, enraptured in the intense euphoria he’s working you towards, your needy cunt tightening around him, as your pleasure reaches a crescendo, crying out in wanton ecstasy from the gunslinger’s skilled fingers. He moves his roughened hand to your clit, rubbing tight circles as you ride out your orgasm, head fuzzy from the chems you shared and drunk on orgasmic bliss. Your head falls into the rad-warm crook of the Ghoul’s neck, eyelids heavy and breathing shallow. 

‘Th-thank you, Sir.” You murmur nuzzling into him. 

“Call me Coop darlin’.” He says, planting a soft kiss on your head. He pulls his hand away from your pants inspecting the glistening mess on his fingers in the firelight. “Only makes sense, considerin’ our proper introduction.” Coop mutters to himself, licking your slick off his fingers, tasting his hard work. 

[ntzsche9]

Finally getting around to the word search tag game!

@digital-chance had tagged me a while ago with variety, usual, same, and change, and I learned that I use the word "usual" way too much, "variety" never, and couldn't find good examples of the other two 😅

@amielbjacobs tagged me with struggle, harsh, quiet, and page and I had much better luck. All of these are from my Fallout 4 fic, Bad Blood.

Struggle

Lafayette looked back over his shoulder and the sight of his brother watching him leave was searing. Luvell's face was streaked with tears, teeth bared as he struggled to keep from sobbing.

Harsh

Dizz had never willingly brought up his mother, not once in his entire life. Lafayette used to ask about her when he was very young, but was so harshly rebuked each and every time that he quickly learned better.

Quiet

He had to kill her. Quick, quiet, right the fuck now-

Page

He flipped through the notebooks, hoping for a diary to read, but only finding page after page of nonsensical coding, mathematics, schematic drawings, and disjointed notes.

This tag seems to have really made the rounds, but I'll tap in @winterandwords, @kae-luna, @autumnalwalker, and @touloserlautrec in case you haven't done it recently

Your words are surprise, carry, snap, and force.

[kittykatkatelol]

★Welcome to my Hell lovelies<3

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This blog is 13+, I curse like a sailor and reblog/post suggestive shit. I try to tag things appropriately, but I am not responsible for whatever you may find here - I suggest you leave if you are under 13

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My highest kin(s) is currently John Hancock from Fallout 4 + Faraday from Fallout 4: Far Harbor

My full kin list:

Valentino from Hazbin Hotel

Barty Crouch Jr from Harry Potter

Roxanne Afton a FNaF OC of mine

Micah Bell from Red Dead Redemption 2

Demonkin

Vladimir Makarov from the OG COD MW trilogy (specifically mw3)

Maxwell Roth from Assassin's Creed Syndicate

John Hancock from Fallout 4

Dixie from Fallout 4: Nuka-World

Funtime Foxy from FNaF

Faraday from Fallout 4: Far Harbor (slightly AU'd version of him)

Kellogg from Fallout 4

Jack Kennedy from DSaF

White Persian Cat therain

Roxanne Wolf from FNaF Security Breach

(otherlink) Sylveon from Pokémon

(this is subject to change at any time)

My current fixations are currently:

Red Dead Redemption 2

Fallout

COD (just all of it it's a big special interest)

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My favorite music artists are:

Scene Queen

Yungblud

Falling in Reverse

Palaye Royale

Marina

Melanie Martinez

Baby Bugs

Olivia Rodrigo

Måneskin

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My fandoms/interests:

Hamilton (musical and historical)

EPIC the musical

Death Note

Heathers (both musicals and movie)

Little Nightmares 1 & 2

Fallout

FNaF

Cooking Companions

Percy Jackson (I have only finished the first series, and I do not want spoilers, hence why I don't interact with the fandom but i really like it lol)

Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss (literally no clue what the creator did but I don't support her since I watch it all pirated and don't have the money lmao)

Call of Duty (I love all the early stuff (haven't played any black ops though) but especially the original modern warfare)

SIX The Musical

DSAF (specifically the 1st and 2nd ones, I don't particularly enjoy the final one)

Red Dead Redemption 2

Heartstopper

My Little Pony

Legend of Korra

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Current favorite songs:

(all of theses lists are subject to change at any time)

My time zone is US-EST ~ I am active on weekdays + weekends pretty much at all times ~ except Tuesdays , I'm pretty much busy from 11am - 3pm

I tend to use typing quirks (example: Hello ! / what ? / Hmm , / Huh .) or cursive fonts ~ please tell me if you need me to not use said quirk(s) when replying :)

I use tone tags quite often since I myself have a hard time figuring out other entities tones

DNI: anti-xenogenders/neopronouns ~ TERF ~ homo/transphobic ~ anti-fictionkin ~ anorexia/ED blogs ~ christian centered blogs ~ Valentino hate blogs ~ just assholes in general

My boundaries are:

no sexual stuff ~ I might be Val but that doesn't mean I like sex

no mouth gore/puke ~ i genuinely hate it and it makes me ill (I'm cool with most gore but mouth stuff just grosses me out)

no weight comments like ever, please

no sending things of dead moths

no sending me stuff specifically about Val getting tortured

no asking me to donate to stuff through asks, especially if I don't know you ~ I'm not financially independent and just don't have the cash even if I wanted to donate ~ any asks asking that will be deleted

I love being tagged in stuff, but if it is a picrew, I request you don't tag me in it IF it the whole game is "make irl you" or something along those lines

do not involve me in shipping wars

I am okay with Angel Dust kins interacting, but please do not try and befriend me

I request no fellow Valentinos try and befriend me (aka please no doubles)

Also, I do not support JKR (the creator of Harry Potter) though I am still in the HP and Marauders fandoms - I dislike Harry Potter itself and only engage in the fandom side of things that is also highly against JKR

User tags:

val's little hellhole (for all general posts/shit posts, never reblogs)

heaven doesn't want me and hell fears me (vent posts)

the summoning circle (asks & strawpage asks+drawings)

valentino writes (for my writing)

charles tag !! (for my bestie @/bxtteryacid !! (you = bestie sorry not sorry >:3))

CJ tag :3 (for la bestie @/p4rty-rockaa :3)

hoarding moth (for identity reblogs 4 my hoard + posts about my genders)

moth val's art (for my art)

fictionkin asks/answers (for any/all asks/questions I get related to fictionkin)

the moth attempts to learn french (shit posting about me trying to learn french)

banner and pfp are both from Fallout 4, in-game screenshots (banner is of various spots in Goodneighbor, also from fo4)

I'm open to questions about my identity(s) ~ intro may update in the future ~ Other than that, have fun :)

✨️ to be cringe is to be free ✨️

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In all of my lives, I regret nothing.

I'd do it all again.

No hesitation.

Last up dated: 1/13/25

[ghoul-foolery]

Dirty Windows | 8 | Nora x Hancock

A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

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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.

When Nora thought for sure she was going to die too, the pain stopped – and then there was nothing. Nothing but the emptiness. Nothing but the grief. Half of her soul was suddenly gone forever. She was dropped in the middle of the ocean, drifting among the waves with no land in sight. Then just as suddenly she had been cast adrift, she found land. The hole was filled the moment it had been created. As she gripped Nate’s vault suit and begged him to open his eyes, Nora found herself battling with the horrifying realization that she had another soulmate; that some stranger had taken Nate's place.

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Sleep came easy with a full stomach. The combination of snack cakes and beans hadn't been the best in the world, but it worked wonders. When she woke up the next morning she was feeling like herself again. There was still a heavy ache in her chest, and she was still feeling quite emotional, but she wasn’t feeling so weak and shaky. She felt like she could take a breath and actually think clearly. While she still had her wits about her, Nora took the moment to sift through her Pip-Boy and make a quick list. Jotting down a list always helped Nora get her thoughts in order. The lists would vary from the smallest of tasks to the biggest of hurdles. It was never in any particular order, it was very stream-of-thought. That was all she needed, though. She just needed to see it, and as she completed her tasks, she would check them off.

Sometimes it was nice to see a visual reminder that she accomplished something, no matter how small the accomplishment was. This occasion was no different.

Codsworth was more than happy to supply her with a quick breakfast. It was a can of pears in a sweet syrup that held up surprisingly well over the years. Even though she appreciated the meal, Nora acknowledged that she was going to need to find some sort of vegetables, and a stable source of protein. And water. She was going to need some clean water if that was at all possible.

Nora scrubbed the grit from her teeth with the neck of her undershirt, then she went about washing her things in the small stream that was just outside of the neighborhood. Thankfully, she didn’t have to stand around in the nude as Codsworth was able to dry things up in a jiffy - and he did so without any comment about her state of undress. The Mister Handy unit even went so far as to check her poorly stitched injury. There had to be more medical supplies around here somewhere – and she would have to find more clothes; a single pair of underwear was only going to last so long, and it would be nice to have something other than the vault suit which was already blood stained and torn. Armor would be nice, too. Some of the people she had stumbled across looked to be wearing some sort of improvised armor. She could make something – hopefully. Maybe.

The rest of the morning was spent digging through the neighboring houses. It looked like everything of value had already been taken or destroyed. There was nothing but junk left behind. Junk that involved a heaping bag of bottle caps, and used syringes. It wasn’t the syringes that surprised her, oddly enough. It was the bottle caps. There was a bag stuffed full with them, and all of them belonged to some flavor of Nuka-Cola. Everyone needed a hobby, she supposed. Ultimately, she returned home empty handed save for a pair of old slacks and a sun dress.

The frown on Nora’s face seemed permanent as she settled on the floor in the living room of her house. She had lost her momentum, and now she wasn’t sure how she should go about checking off the remains of her list. Finding Shaun was paramount compared to all else, but she wouldn’t be able to if she didn’t keep herself fit and healthy. Codsworth had suggested going to Concord a handful of times, insisting that the people there had only shot at him a few times. She wasn’t ready for that sort of thing. She needed to practice her shooting and, to do that, she needed more ammo. Nate would have been better suited at this sort of thing. Nate was a survivor, a fighter. What use was a lawyer these days?

“What would you do?” She whispered to the room. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I… I need your help.”

The sound of a clearing throat called her attention to the kitchen, where Codsworth lingered. He had spent the morning trying to scrub at the floors, in order to prove to Nora that there was just no way to effectively clean them.

“Ah, madam? I found this holotape. I do believe that Sir was going to present it to you—“

Even Nora was surprised by her own speed. She shot to her feet and practically lunged across the counter to grab at the procured holotape. The movement was so sudden that poor Codsworth squawked his surprise. With the holotape in hand, Nora crumpled to the ground in a heap, her shaking fingers making it difficult to insert the tape into the Pip-Boy. There was a loud ringing sound, and then a deep chuckle as Shaun blabbered into the microphone. Those sounds alone pulled fresh tears from her eyes. She closed her eyes and listened to her boys, hugging the Pip-Boy to her chest.

“Oops,” Another deep laugh, more baby talk. “No, no. Little fingers away. There we go.” There was a moment where Nate spoke to Shaun, his voice pitching into a higher octave, but even then it was low and bassy. Nora remembered the first time she had heard that voice – she remembered like it was yesterday. “I don’t think Shaun and I need to tell you how great of a mother you are… but we’re going to anyway.” She listened to his voice, equal parts soothed and heartbroken. When she was finished with the tape, she rewound the tape and played it again.

And again.

And again.

“… civilian workforce. You’ll shake the dust off of your law degree… But everything we do, no matter how hard… we do it for our family.”

Everything we do, no matter how hard – we do it for our family.

For my family.

It didn’t take long for Nora to get her things together, as she didn’t have much. She didn’t take the time to rethink her actions, she didn’t mull over how difficult the road ahead would be.

With her resolve firmly in place, Nora set out for Concord.

[roystory4]

i genuinely hope that nick and tua’s relationship feels like its progressing naturally given the context of what theyve been through, their respective ages, and the genre itself… like we’re nearly 200k words in, they’ve both seen and experienced so many horrible heartbreaking things, and theres also the matter of a young child being involved… i think its Fine but i do wonder. anyway i want to try and write/post the next fic before tuas birthday in late december so i can focus on nuka world/gen4 au next year 🫡

[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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