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Hello fellow wanderers. This is my Fallout Side Blog! My main is @lacontroller1991
Requests are Open (currently only doing FO4 and Cooper Howard/The Ghoul, especially MacCready and Deacon, but I am open to others)
Character Master Lists Below
AU i just made up today, where nic grows up as a brotherhood soldier instead of gunner. im sorry!!
PS. title is latin for “to hand over.” thought that was cute
word count: 530
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Just yesterday was life paradise. Deacon was in Nic’s arms, on the verge of falling asleep, with a pleasant tingle he felt only with his lover. Today that tingle was gone. In its place was a tremble, one that knew it would soon never shake again.
Everywhere around Deacon were corpses of his closest comrades, their blood, their documents not to be seen by anyone. Especially not a Brotherhood soldier, like Nic. There was a reason he had never told anyone about the affair: both of them would lose their jobs, friends, likely everything. Nevertheless, Deacon lost everything.
AHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THANK YOU SOSOSOOSOS MUCH FOR WRITING THIS
Kinda wanna post a modern AU (coffee shop bc I love that shit) where OC?? sole is a Nepo baby but is successful on her own and she goes to a coffee shop where she meets MacCready, a down on his luck dad who is working two jobs tying to provide winter clothing/Christmas stuff for Duncan and OC?? Either makes it her “project” to help him out and falls in love in progress or just genuinely takes an interest in the grumpy, snarky barista.
Anywho, I plan on fleshing it out in biochem bc I fr don’t do crap in that class but hypothetically would anyone be interested? Idk if I’ll post on here but I will def post on AO3
Day 21: Bonfire/Body Horror Masterlist Warnings: 16+, implications of role-play/intercourse Word Count: 351
The wind wisps away into the night, sending a breeze across the Commonwealth. It would be cold if there wasn’t a campfire two feet in front of your body, burning strong as a result of tender attention. The warmth and security allows you to sleep soundly, without a care in the world.
“Pfft. No way, man. You’re totally lying.” A voice, loud, causes your eyes to open.
“Shh, keep your voice down. You’ll wake her up.” Silence falls over the camp and you feel two pairs of eyes on you, checking to make sure that you’re still asleep before returning to their conversation. “Anyways. No I am not lying. She is totally into role play. She even asked me to sign her Cooper Howard doll. The wig definitely did her in,” a second, quieter voice comments, and you can hear the grin on his face. Deciding to keep still, you continue to listen to your companions’ conversation.
“I didn’t think boss would be into the Cooper Howard roleplay.”
“You best believe it, she goes crazy for that southern drawl,” Deacon comments in a hushed, mock Southern tone as you roll your eyes. Of course he’s spinning what really happened. Yes, you happened to have a crush on Cooper Howard, but no, you did not have Deacon cosplay him, let alone sign your doll.
“So, are you guys,” MacCready hesitates and you can imagine that he’s looking down at his bandolier, fingers running over the bullets from a habit he picked up years ago. “Are you guys together?” Freezing in your sleeping back, the tension at the campfire is thick and you’re surprised that Deacon doesn’t automatically jump at the shot to expose your physical relationship with him.
“I’m honestly not sure. We haven’t labeled anything, but I know she has feelings for me.”
“Oh. Cool. That’s totally cool,” MacCready comments with a dejected tone.
“Chin up Creedster, she has feelings for you too.” Oh the nerve of Deacon…
“I love the both of you, now shut up so I can go back to sleep.” Not another word was spoken that night.
-fin-
Day 19: Yarn/Blood Trail Masterlist Warnings: 16+, Vampirism, Blood Drinking, gaslighting Word Count: 1.6k
It started a few months ago. You would disappear from Sanctuary in the middle of the night, no one really knowing where you went. It’s better that way. It’s better that they don’t know the truth. Your disappearances never lasted for long, maybe 6 hours at the max before your return, sauntering around the budding town as if you had been there the entire time.
Nick doesn’t really think anything of it, that you’ve noticed. He always plays it off as you just needing some alone time. The wasteland is a harsh environment, especially if you’re not initially from it, so he doesn’t blame you if you need a few hours to yourself.
But then people started disappearing. Valentine Detective Agency was back in business. Complaints of family members never returning home from nights out flooded Ellie and Nick, only for them to go cold. And Valentine is sick of telling only bad news.
Slamming the papers down, smoke drifts through his open face as your head pops up from its place on the couch in the office, confusion across your features. “What is it, Nick?”
Nick shakes his head, snuffing out the butt of his cigarette and leaning back in the seat, wishing the nicotine had an effect on him. “Another person has disappeared, and like usual, there’s nothing. No hint of where they disappeared to, no note, no tracks, nothing. It’s like they’ve simply vanished,” he huffs before slouching back over the desk as you leave your seat, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
The truth is, you know where all of those people are. They’re in a cave, sleeping peacefully. It typically takes them a few days of recovery before they’re back at home, safe and sound, with no recollection of what had hit them. “If the Institute wasn’t destroyed, I would just write it off as that, but it doesn’t make sense. These disappearances started after you returned from the Institute and then continued.” Your blood runs cold and you pray that he doesn’t pick up on it, because he’s right. Your time in the Institute, although short lived, was enough time for the scientists to run an experiment on you and now you’re this, a blood sucking demon.
“I don’t know Nick, don’t these people normally come back? Maybe they just wanted some time away,” you hope that he buys it, but you got to give credit where credit is due, he’s a damn good detective.
“No, that would be plausible if these people had random times of disappearance, but they always disappear at night and then show up exactly three days later, no recollection of where they were.” Shit. You need to change it up. Looking down at your pip boy, you fiddle with the controls before grabbing your jacket from the chair.
“You’ll figure this out. I gotta go, Nick. I’ll see you later,” pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek, you skirt out the door as Nick takes note of the time.
“12:30, 15 minutes before the disappearances. Could she have something to do with this?” Nick doesn’t waste any time before he’s throwing on his coat and rushing out of the door.
Day 17: Only One Bed/No Where Else To Go Masterlist Warnings: 18+, Major Character Death, PTSD, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Forced to Relive Trauma, poor Mac can't get a break, language, blood, guts Word Count: 1.9k Author's Note: I really hope this one does well because I loved writing it and I hope you guys enjoy! This was a result of a poll I took back in September.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been running for. His heart pounds loudly in his ears as his feet slam on the pavement, lungs straining for a breath of air. But he can’t stop. He can’t stop running. Not when there are two deathclaws on his tail and a looming radstorm above. He needs to get somewhere safe, and fast.
“Mac! Over here!” He manages to hear your voice shout out against the echoing thunder. Spotting your frame going into a building, he takes a hard right onto the grass, begging his legs to just push him a little further until he can get somewhere where deathclaws can’t go. Though, he supposes that they can go into a building, or rather, crash into a building, but now is really not the time to be thinking of that when one swings out to him, tearing the tail end of his duster more than it already is.
Bursting through the doors, he slams them shut, shoving a nearby couch against the door just in time for the door to shake from the strength of a deathclaw slamming into it. “(Y/N)?” He calls out to you, pulling some bullets from his pockets and reloading the camber of his rifle, keeping it pointed toward the door. “(Y/N)?” She did go in here, right? MacCready takes another step back before the floor gives out underneath him, causing him to fall through the trapdoor and down a dark, cold slide. Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Writing an alternative ending 😈
Fandom: Fallout 4 Relationship: Deacon/Sole Survivor Rated: T Words: ~1900 Prompt: attic/cellar/hidden room (@flufftober)
She was whispering now. Not in an attempt to be quiet, now that the danger had passed, but because something seemed to be lodged in her throat to block her voice. Her heart, perhaps, as it seemed to be beating hard enough that she felt it through her entire body. (Hiding from angry Gunners, Ruby has a whole lot of ideas all click into place at the same time, revealing a picture she hadn't realized she was painting.)
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS. SO STUPID GOOD! I wish there was more 😩
You know what I want from Bethesda? A book strictly dedicated to the Fallout companions. I want to know canon, never before seen details about them that the games don't even acknowledge. I want them to have several pages dedicated to each companion that go into the most obscure factoids about them. What else have they been through besides the depressing stuff? How tall are they? What's their favourite food? Literally anything.
Yes I need more companion content
<___< How...How about Prompt 18 "I dont want a baby" With the Rat man <___<?
Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request! Sorry this took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy!!!
Warnings: 18+, TALKS OF INFERTILITY (ENDOMETRIOSIS), talk about fertility treatments, language, Mac gets a little upset, a hint at sexual content
Word Count: 1k
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You knew it was inevitable. You knew that one day MacCready would want to try for kids to give Duncan a sibling. And you thought that by beating around the bush that he would give up. In hindsight, you should’ve known that the most stubborn man in the wasteland wouldn’t give up.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Piper asks from beside you, legs stretching out by the fire. In an attempt to escape MacCready’s persistent hints and nudges, you’ve taken up bouncing between settlement help and delivering care packages to displaced synths while Mac stays at home, tending to the crops and watching Duncan.
Sighing, you pull your jacket in tighter. “He wants a baby.”
Only a handful of people know. Nick knows because he’s highly perceptive. Deacon knows because he’s nosey and “totally wasn’t eavesdropping.” And now Piper, who seems stunned at the revelation.
“And? How do you feel about that?” Despite Piper making her whole living off of exposing stories, you know she wouldn’t tell a soul if you told her something in confidence. Still, do you want to admit what you’ve been neglecting to say? Seeming to notice your resistance to answer the question, Piper backs off. “Well, whatever you feel, MacCready should know if he doesn’t already. I know he’s a pain in most people’s ass, but everyone can tell that he loves you. He’ll understand.”
Would he though? Would he accept your reasoning or would it blow up in your face? Lying down in your sleeping bag, you turn away from her, tears welling in your eyes. “Night, Piper.”
“Night Blue.”
Fandom: Fallout 4 Rated: G Words: ~400 Prompt: grave (@flufftober "make it fluffy")
MacCready fills Lucy in on what she's missed.
I loved this so much. This is literally such a beautiful piece of work paying tribute to Lucy.
Hiiiii! I would like to request some deacon angst (or fluff) depending on how you would like to end it. Basically the premise would follow deacon being emotionally unavailable but female sole wants him and she gets a little loose lipped and confesses her love for deacon. How deacon responds is up to you!
Thanks!
A/n: Thank you so much for the request !! I'll be honest I had multiple different routes with how I wanted this to go but tried to stick with combining only a couple. I'm so sorry this turned out so long like??? I was expecting to keep the word count around 1k but obviously went a bit off track with that goal. Anyways I hope you like it! Feedback is always greatly appreciated :)
Deacon x reader (fo4) wc: 2.3k
Warnings: no use of y/n but Deacon calls reader "charms", angst, little bit of fluff, talks of death/death of spouse, vague talks of conceiving a child(nothing descriptive)
AHHHH THIS WAS SOOOO GOOD. I KNOW I ALREADY COMMENTED ON IT ON MY MAIN BUT IT ALSO DESERVES A REBLOG