#Shaun fallout 4

[inkegg]

The mark of a father......

[synthbiosis]

God do you ever think about how they call Shaun "Father" because he is the source of the DNA for the synths

Do you ever think about the fact that he calls you "Mother" or "Father" not because of any emotional connection or affection he feels for you, not because those words truly have meaning to him, but as a descriptor, because he sees you the same way, as a source of DNA

[clickbaitcowboy]

Avery, Nora and Shaun in 2077

[sanglitta05]

Nuka-Word adventures

[stoat-party]

[crimsonterror577]

Nate meeting Elliott Tercorien, after a long time.

Just realized that the Sole Survivor, and Elliott Tercorien in fo3, both (probably) served in the same regiment. And that there isn't any fanart of them knowing each other. A slight I thought I would personally correct.

[pop-squeak]

kids that’ll never grow up

close ups under the cut

[wassertoffatom]

Hello! Massive fan of the MacCready fic you just posted. It's excellent work!

How about either 22 or 23 from your prompt list with our man Deacon? If not, it's all good! Take care, and have a great day!

Christmas Dinner (Deacon x F!Reader, F!Reader & Shaun)

Main Master List || Prompt List

Author's Note: Thank you for this request!! I hope you enjoy!!!! Also I know it's not Christmas but it just made sense.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Teen and up, Mentions of Guns, Language

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The room is quiet, the faint dripping of water splashes against the deteriorated ceramic sink as neither members of the party stir. Both people have their guns on the table, fingers resting on the trigger. 

Deacon was less than thrilled when you had mentioned that you’d be bringing Shaun to your place in Sanctuary Hills for Christmas dinner. Shaun was equally unamused at the prospect of having dinner on the surface with the person who wants him dead. 

The smell of cooked radstag wafts through the air, causing Deacon’s stomach to grumble, even if he feels nauseous. There’s no way of knowing if Shaun will have synths storm in at any moment and corner both him and you, but you swore up and down that he wouldn’t do that. The both of you are sitting in a bear trap, and the bear is right in front of you. 

“The surface is even more volatile than I thought,” Shaun comments casually, dusting off dust from his pristine white coat. “How do you manage to survive up here?”

“We manage,” Deacon grumbles out, finger tapping against the trigger, ready to grab the gun and shoot at any given moment. “Sure must be comfortable down in your palace. Hell won’t be as nice.” 

Shaun raises a gray eyebrow, scoffing at the man. “If hell is real, it’s this. The Institute wants to make it better. For everyone.”

They continue to stare each other down as you walk over to the table from the kitchen area, setting down a radstag roast. “Now boys, let’s not do this. Christmas is about spending time with each other,” you grit through your painted red lips, dress hugging your frame as you lean over the table, carving the meat. It’s not exactly how you imagined your first Christmas to go in a Nuclear Apocalypse, but you didn’t really expect to survive an apocalypse in the first place. “Back before the war, ham was mostly used at Christmas Dinners. People would add honey glaze over it, brushing it periodically and making sure it's evenly distributed. Food back then was so good,” you ramble mindlessly, placing some meat on the cleanest plates you could find. “When Nate and I first got married, our first Christmas just consisted of us watching movies, opening presents and ordering Chinese. Then we started hosting parties for our friends and celebrated it together. It was always so nice.” 

Deacon can tell that you’re taking a trip down memory lane. When you get like that, you also get sad and then start thinking of all the things you missed out on. Namely getting Christmas presents for Shaun as he grew up. Deciding to change the subject, Deacon shoves a forkful of radstag into his mouth, slightly moaning at the taste. That’s one thing he loves about you, your ability to make anything taste more than edible. “This is really good, Charms.”

A smile blooms across your face, lighting up your eyes in appreciation. “Thank you, Deacon. I’m glad you enjoy it.” You turn to your own food, gently cutting the meat but Deacon’s eyes focus on Shaun, and his disgusted face as he inspects the fork.

“How can you eat this mother?” You look up at your son, a frown forming on your face at his clear disgust. Deacon hates that. Deacon knows that you had hunted, killed, skinned, dragged the meat back, hacked away at it to be edible and then slaved over the kitchen to cook it for him. Deacon knows that all you wanted is to spend some time with your son before the cancer took him. Have at least one Christmas with your son.

“Well, it’s really not that bad. It takes some getting used to, but it’s not completely bad.” Your voice sounds small, almost as if you’re second guessing yourself.

“I think it's great. I bet everyone’s mouth in a 5 mile radius is drooling at the smell.” He offers you a small smile, reaching over to squeeze your arm in comfort, gaining himself a smile from you that instantly drops the second Shaun scoffs. 

“I’m not sure what will kill me first, the radiation or this food.” 

That’s it. Deacon doesn’t hesitate to reach across the table, grabbing fistfuls of Shaun’s coat and pulling the older man out of his seat. “You’re paying a small price compared with what she’s going through. What she’s been through, just to find you. So sit down and eat the damn food and be grateful to have a mother who literally went through hell and back, for you.”

“You and your Railroad friends are going to die a slow, painful death unless you unhand me right now.”

“Boys.” Deacon reaches for a gun, pressing it to the side of Shaun’s head while Shaun points his to Deacon’s chest.

“Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you right here.”

“Go ahead. Do it. See what happens to mother and all those people.” “Boys!” 

“I am going to make you eat lead.”

“And what would mother think of that? You would kill me, but at what cost? Surely she would never trust you again after you kill her only son.”

A slam on the table causes their gaze to rip away from each other, both eyes turning to you, whose eyes are brimmed with tears. “I just wanted one fucking meal together and the both of you ruined that.” A hiccup escapes from your chest as you wipe tears away with the back of your hand. “Thank you for ruining Christmas.” You don’t say anything else before taking the meat and walking out of the house, leaving Deacon and Shaun there alone. 

Shaun is the first to let go, the safety of his laser gun clicking back on, dropping it to his feet. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” his voice almost sounds apologetic. “If you could let me go?” Deacon hesitates for a moment, letting his grip loosen but keeping his gun trained on him. “I should head back. I don’t want to cause any more strife. I also don’t want any more radiation.”

“Doesn’t radiation help with cancer?” Deacon’s face remains apathetic as Shaun straightens out his coat.

“In some cases, concentrated amounts can help things like tumors, but not in this case. I would say it was nice meeting you, but it wasn’t,” Shaun fiddles with a device in his pocket, leaning down to grab his gun. “Do tell mother that I am sorry for ruining Christmas.” A blue static light begins to appear in the house as Deacon gives a one finger salute.

“Kill you later.” A moment later, Shaun disappears from the room and Deacon is left alone, mashed radstag from his body on his plate. How is he going to make this right with you?

[nooklingposting]

Deacon is a liar.

I hate to do this, because, ouch. But this has been floating around in my head so I need to put it forward.

We know from the railroad terminal that Deacon has been looking into Vault 111 for a long time. We even find a railroad ally symbol just outside the entrance to the vault - a common fan theory being he was watching the vault when we first emerge. We can also infer from the terminal that Deacon knows the Institute visited Vault 111 around 60 years ago.

When he sees the sole survivor emerge from the vault, he begins trailing us - we can find a disguised Deacon in Diamond City, Goodneighbor and Bunker Hill. So he knows about us pretty well, and has been with us right from the start.

Which is why this doesn't right with me. If Deacon knew the last recorded instance of Institute interference at Vault 111 was sixty years ago, and he also knows that the Sole Survivor was in a cryo facility, and had their baby stolen by the institute...

It means Deacon knows that Shaun is, almost certainly, sixty years old.

Why would he not tell us? He even tells us in one of his 'your thoughts' dialogues that we'll find Shaun and get him back. Why lie about this, even after our final affinity dialogue?

He didn't tell us because he needed us - the railroad needed us - to find the Institute.

If we knew that Shaun was already an old man, there was a real possibility we'd have given up searching. And then the Railroad would never have moved forward with gathering information.

Now, he never could have predicted Shaun was the director, but he could have easily predicted his age. He kept us in the dark for the good of the organisation. And while we know Deacon is a liar, this feels like something different.

(I'm aware this is all likely just Bethesda overlooking their own writing, and it's a big mistake. But still...)

[ghost-qwq]

Fallout posting again... haiiii

[inkegg]

Hancock wouldn't be the best influence but I think he'd be very earnest in his attempts to be a good parental figure. Also shout out to whoever drew Hancock in winter wear with the flag as a scarf!! Your art half inspired me n I wish I could find the exact piece to tag you in :> if u see this let me know!!

[badastronaut27]

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[bathtubenthusiastr]

“It’s so messed up that Synth Shaun will never grow up-“

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YES HE DOES!!!

[clickbaitcowboy]

working on the saddest shit ever rn inbetween commissions

[sirmanmister]

This Thing Called Defeat

Day 5 of Falloutober!!

Ty @falloutober for the prompts!

[stoat-party]

Sometimes a family is you, your 200-year-old mom, her sad robot boyfriend, your dead father, your other dead father who your mom says was really your brother

Your uncle/fourth dad, your cousin/brother, his dead mom

Your mom’s sad robot daughter, your mom’s other sad robot daughter (a human who dresses like a robot), her pet eyebot, and an omnicidal brain in a jar

A noir detective, his secretary, his weird brother from Maine, and your evil cyborg fifth dad who haunts his brain

The Irish pit fighter who doesn’t like you but follows your mom around like a puppy

Your lonely, salty grandpa(?), also from Maine

A French medical researcher who’s also a robot

A militiaman with clinical depression

Your weird uncle you think might be a shapeshifter

A reporter and her 12-year-old sister

A cool drug-abusing mayor with no skin and a bodyguard who might be his daughter

The sad robot boyfriend’s one (1) friend, also sad

Your mom’s estranged grandson the Terminator

A one-eyed dirt man who does crimes, also estranged

A handful of neighbors including a mechanic, a couple with lots of emotions, a former fortune teller, and the guy whose personality is “salesman for a company that no longer exists”

Your seventh parent the butler (actually a robot this time)

The dog who’s a part-time detective, the cat your mom stole off a giant airship, and the giant cannibalistic ogre who functions more like a pet than the other two.

And that’s okay.