#porter gage x sole survivor

[fallout-through-the-crawlout]

Porter Gage: Go to hell.

Sole Survivor: I wish I could.

Porter Gage:

Porter Gage: Wait… shit. Are you, like, okay?

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

undeniable | porter gage x female! sole survivor

a/n: am i finally back on my bullshit, uploading on a random sunday night? this is different from what i usually write, but hey! im definitely writing something. im too tired to revise or edit this bc its 12 AM, so ill look it over in the morning. just thought i'd post something silly.

♡ based off a modern au where gage and the sole survivor are childhood bestfriends in another life.

For as long as Gage can remember, she’s been a burden. Being nearly five years older than her and her guardian -- or her best friend, as she likes to call him -- he’s always felt inclined to watch over her. He doesn’t know why, he knows he doesn't necessarily need to, but the thought of abandoning her feels wrong. So he tries to find reasons as to why -- was it because they both grew up in terrible conditions together and only had each other? Or was it because he knew the moment he let her dumbass go into the real world alone, she’d somehow get herself killed? 

He shakes his head. Finding a reason was nothing but a waste of time, his mind overworking itself more than it already was. He dumbs it down to simply getting used to the routine of caring for her since they were children. If he fucks up his schedule now, he’d have to go through the trouble of rearranging everything around once again and readjust to his new lifestyle. 

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself, unlocking his apartment door, twisting the knob, ‘It’ll be nothing but fucking trouble.’ 

Once he pushes the door open, his boots thumping against the tiled floor of his apartment, he sees her sitting on the couch, distracted by the show playing on the television. His eyes darted over to the coffee table in front of her, papers and open textbooks strewn across the poor thing, obviously untouched and just displayed prettily to mimic the idea that she was being productive. 

With a low grumble, he tosses his bag on the counter nearby and takes off his boots before grabbing the remote lying on the couch. She’s so invested in her little show that she barely even notices him walking in with a scowl and an annoyed sigh. Sole jumps when the television shuts off suddenly, a gasp leaving her lips before turning her head to the side. 

“Hey, I was watching!” she whines, already rising from the couch to pick another fight with him. He doesn’t show any reaction and instead, crosses his arms with an unimpressed expression while he holds the remote hostage. 

She tries her best to grab it from his hand but he rolls his eyes, gently pushing her back down onto the couch. 

“Quit watchin’ and start studyin’. Yer not gonna get shit done like this.” 

She huffs angrily, her eyes narrowing at him, “Gage, a little break wouldn’t hurt every once in a while.” 

“And what have you accomplished since I left for work this afternoon?” 

Sole swallows nervously, her mouth going dry at his questions as she opens and closes it, trying her best to stand her ground. He raises a brow, giving her a chance to respond and redeem herself, but he already knows. She was a fool for thinking she could get away with such a lie, knowing that Gage knew her better than anyone else.

“Thought so,” he stuffed the remote in the back of his pocket, “Now be a good girl and finish yer damn work. I’m not paying yer tuition for you to fuck around.” 

Sole groans but listens obediently, pulling the coffee table closer to her. She grabs her laptop and unlocks it, opening her notes before reaching over to snatch one of her textbooks. 

“I don’t understand why you’re on my ass about my studies so much, Gage,” she complains, highlighting something in her book a bit roughly, “You didn't even finish high school, so why does it even matter?” 

He doesn’t spare her much of an answer, walking over to the kitchen to find something to cook for them, “Exactly my point. You wanna be better than me.”  

“But you make so much money, you’re able to provide for both of us!” she throws her hands in the air, desperately trying to prove a point to her stubborn roommate, who seemed to be firm on his words.

“That’s only because I got connections. Now shut your mouth and study.” 

He doesn’t find much in the fridge nor the cabinets, silently setting a reminder in his mind to do a grocery run first thing tomorrow before work. Eventually, he decides to heat up some leftovers they had for lunch and cut up some fruit for her to snack on while she did her work. It’s shit, he knows, but it’ll do till tomorrow. 

He makes his way back to the living room, plopping on the couch next to her and setting the food on the coffee table, maintaining a good distance between their dinner and her work. The last thing he wanted was to spill anything on her laptop and notes -- it would only give her another reason not to be productive. 

He doesn’t say much, but his eyes flicker over to her for a moment, a small smile on his face at the sight of her seemingly focused on her work now, a sense of satisfaction overcoming him. Gage leans back on the couch, pulling his phone out to distract himself while he kept her company in the living room. He takes a few bites of his portion of the leftovers, glancing at Sole here and there to ensure she was still on track. 

It’s a peaceful few minutes, he can’t recall how long, as they both sit in silence, her music playing softly in the background to fill up the white noise. Suddenly, he hears a sigh, sounding a bit defeated, and his eyes set on her sulking figure. 

“Gage, I know that you want the best for me, but I’m nearly twenty-three and you still treat me like a kid.” he stares at her, not showing any reaction but notices how she refused to make eye contact with him, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. 

When she doesn’t get a response, she closes her eyes before turning her body towards him, her expression serious, but he can see right through her. She’s pleading, but not in an annoying bratty way like she usually does, so he decides to listen to her troubles. 

She scoots closer to him and he watches, his phone long forgotten in his hand, “I’m really grateful for you and all that, but you need to trust that I can do well in school and balance my time. You can’t take care of me forever.” 

Instead of getting a response like she’d hope for, she was met with the usual silence he often provided her when she tried to set her boundaries. With an irate expression, she turned back to her laptop, her face flushed in embarrassment, feeling like her words vanished into thin air. 

She should’ve known better than to talk to Gage — he was a man of few words and she didn’t know why she expected him to at least say something to show that he at least cared about her feelings one way or the other.

Before she could continue studying to hide her embarrassment and anger, she hears his voice and freezes. 

“I know.” his voice is gravelly, a bit of exhaustion mixed into it, and her head shoots to him, a bit stunned at his broken silence. Her eyes are wide, body paralyzed at the sudden response. There’s a slight flush on his face but she convinces herself it’s the lighting. 

Definitely. 

He knows she’s waiting for more than just that and he sighs, crossing his arms as he makes eye contact with her the best he can without losing his shit, “Just want you to have a good future. Want you to live a better life than what I’m giving you right now before I send you off.” 

Suddenly, she’s overcome with guilt and she immediately leans over to him, her hands finding his as she cuts him off, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

With another breath, she composes herself before speaking. 

“Gage, you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted and needed, the last thing I’ll ever do is criticize your care for me. I don’t plan on leaving your side, even when I get a better life.” 

His heart twinges and his feelings for her resurface, but he pushes it down. 

She pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie, playing with the fabric with her fingers, “I just want you to trust me more. I know I’ve been slacking a bit, but I’d never fail school, especially when I know you’re working hard to provide for both of us and paying for my tuition. I’d never do that to you.”

“Wouldn’t say I’m working hard,” he downplays it, not wanting her to fret about such a miniscule matter. 

She groans, “You work twelve hour shifts everyday. Sometimes fourteen!”

He shrugs nonchalantly and Sole pouts at his stubbornness, smacking his arm with annoyance. Gage bites back a smirk, amused by her behavior and catches her wrist midair, her eyes rolling. Instead of providing her with a response, he digs in his pocket and hands her the remote to the TV and her eyes light up, a smile forming on her pretty face. His heart aches at the sight. It was such a small action but it was more than enough to validate her feelings. 

“Thank you, you’re the best!” she jumped over, throwing her arms around his neck as she embraced him tightly. 

His face flushed heavily and tried to seem annoyed to cover it up but the stutter in his voice and the tenseness of his shoulders gave it away. Gage pushed her away with his hand as he groaned quietly, “I get it, don’t need to be so damn happy about it.” 

However, she pecked his cheek and he froze instantly, his body paralyzed and his voice raising in embarrassment, “Q-Quit it!”

She giggles and doesn’t take much offense to his words, knowing that he was nothing but a big softie for her. As she released him, she smiled at him happily once more before turning to the TV and putting her show back on. 

Gage rubbed the spot where she kissed, his face a deep red as he tried to regain his composure. Suddenly, he pushes down the real reason of why he refused to leave her side for the millionth time, reminding himself that there were several other possibilities other than that. 

‘What a damn burden,’ he thinks to himself, desperately trying to fight back his feelings for her, his eyes glued to her gleeful form next to him. 

Suddenly, her kiss lingered on his skin a little too long, the feeling of her arms around him marking his skin, and he’s left absolutely horrified, realizing that he could no longer convince himself otherwise. 

Maybe accepting it was better than constantly running and Gage thinks it over for a moment but ultimately shakes his head, wanting to do anything but that. 

‘Just a stupid thought. Some stupid fucking feelings,’ he settles for that answer but knows deep down that he’s already lost the battle, his heart hammering in his chest. 

[everydayyoulovemeless]

I don't know if you're doing requests, but I recently downloaded Tumblr again and happen to stumble across your account when looking through fallout stuff.

but, my request would be an (sfw, fluff) overboss reader x porter gage. but, here's the twist: the reader could be 16 or 17 years of age. obviously having a child as an overboss of three raider groups could never end well, but the reader knows how to hold their own; they're tough, reliable and gage gives them a chance as the overboss of nuka world, since they were able to take down colter.

the location of this one-shot would be in kiddy kingdom, after the reader convinces gage to go with them (without explaining why). the power in nuka world would be on, so the rides would be active.

could it be that the reader somehow convices gage to ride with them on one of the rides? e.i. the carousel, the spinning cars, Farris wheel, etc. gage could secretly enjoy this, but when they finally leave kiddy kingdom, the cherry on top would definitely be him saying, "listen, boss, if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you myself."

this is completely random, and I'm unsure if you still write, but I thought this was a cute idea!

Kiddie Kingdom ↠ Platonic!Gage x Teen!Reader

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Reader takes Gage to ride the Ferris Wheel in Kiddie Kingdom. ➼ A/N » This is so cute! I love fluffy Gage moments <33

There weren't many people who had any hope of taking over the park once you were elected to be their new overboss. There was a lot of risk in giving all the power to some kid who just happened to win against Colter. You couldn't blame them, after all, you weren't all too sure what you were doing when you first showed up either, but you were smart and picked up on what needed to be done early on. People eventually began relying on you, and you always came through, soon enough winning the trust and loyalty of most.

“Hey, Gage, I'm headed out to Kiddie Kingdom, did you wanna come with?” You called out as you rummaged through your trunk up in the Fizztop Grille.

“What the hell are you plannin’ on doin’ all the way out there? We cleared it didn’t we?”

“You coming or not?” You asked, moving to take your place on the elevator.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come, just gimme a second.”

Taking over the park wasn't as easy as you originally thought it'd be, especially since you had to do most of the heavy lifting, but as you walked down the dirt paths of Nuka-Town, seeing the place brought back to its former glory, all the work you accomplished felt worth it.

“Hey, boss, do I slack off on my job?" One of the Disciples called out as you and Gage passed by.

“No?” You answered, not entirely sure how to respond. It wasn't like you had files on all of your grunts, you had no idea who this guy even was.

“I told ya!” He said, hitting the other's shoulder with his hand, “Thanks, boss!”

The whole place was much more lively now that you had the power back up and running. The flashing carnival lights made everything seem brighter and more exciting. You preferred the newer atmosphere to the previous one. It was way too devoid of color and you liked how the raiders now all seemed full of wonder at everything they spotted.

"You gonna tell me why we're goin' here, or are ya just gonna keep me in the dark?" Gage glanced down at you, his rifle held firmly in his hands as he followed.

"You'll see," You spoke, "just be patient."

"Come on now, just spit it out." He pressed, "I feel like I'm walkin' into a trap."

You giggled, "Quit whining, we'll be there soon enough."

There was something so charming about the child-like aesthetics of the Kiddie Kingdom blending with the rustic horrors of the apocalypse. The bright colors and welcoming decorations added much to the impending danger that awaited behind the arches. You remember it feeling so enchanting when you and Gage first stepped foot inside the park's walls—like a Brothers Grimm fairytale.

You made a beeline to the Ferris Wheel once it came into view, "Well, hop on Gage."

"There ain't anythin' that could convince me to get on that giant deathtrap, boss." The raider retorted, "No offense, but that thing looks like it's gonna fall apart any second now."

"Come on," You said, sliding into the seats closest to the ground, "It'll be fun."

"I'm not gettin' on it."

"You followed me all the way out here, you might as well just go on one loop with me. Just press that button there and get on."

That seemed to have convinced him as he rolled his eyes, pressed the button, and slid into the capsule across from you, pulling down the handrails to keep either of you from falling out.

The heavy machinery slowly began to lift you both into the air, swaying and groaning as it did, making its age evident. It went slowly, pausing suddenly at certain moments due to it being so ancient. Gage noticeably tensed whenever it froze like that, gripping the handles with incredible force only for the ride to continue its route upward.

You were both about the same height as the castle when the ride came to a full stop, allowing you to peer out at the rest of the park.

Gage's ragged breaths continuously broke the silence, "You sure it's supposed to stop like this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it's fine." You dismissed, waving away his concerns, "Look! You can see Fizztop Mountain!"

"That ain't nothin' special, you can see it from just 'bout anywhere in the park."

You undid your restraints and stood to better see everything, causing the capsule to sway and Gage to reach out and pull you back down into your seat.

"Knock that off! You tryin' to get us killed?"

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Gage, this thing's stable enough."

The look in his eye told you he didn't believe you, but he didn't argue, just strapped the bar back over your torso.

The Ferris Wheel then sparked back to life and slowly started to bring the two of you back to the ground, threatening to break at every creak and groan, until you were brought back to solid ground again.

You climbed out, jumping around excitedly at the thought of being so high up. "Ah! That was so fun! We should go on another one sometime!"

"Yeah, don't count on it."

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it a little bit." You said, walking quickly to keep up with Gage as he made his way back to Nuka-Town.

He couldn't hide the small grin that made its way onto his face, "No, I hated that. Felt we were gonna fall at any minute."

You only gave him a knowing glance and a doubtful hum as you clasped your hands behind your back before he finally stopped walking. “Listen, boss, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you myself.”

You snickered before saluting him, “Sure thing, Gage. I doubt anyone would believe me anyway.” And with that, you both started toward the Fizztop Grille again, certain that you'd be able to get him on another ride someday.

[imaginethatneathuh]

Mending Wounds: Porter Gage - Fallout 4 (Nuka-World DLC)

Porter Gage x Sole Survivor, partners, a hint of romance

Gage gets hurt while he and SoSu attempt to clear out the Bottling Plant. After they get back to Nuka-Town, SoSu patches him up.

TW/CW: Blood, injury, stitching, alcohol consumption, violence.

Word Count: 2.5+ K

• 

In the Bottling Plant, the mutated Mirelurks, or Nukalurks, had put up far more of a fight than either you or Gage had expected. The confined areas and all the fucking eggs hatching made things way more complicated. Of course, you knew it was normally difficult but this experience gave the word a whole new meaning.

The only good thing about the Plant was how many Nuka products and Nukalurk meat you had scored.

The bad thing? Gage got hurt, and his armour was, effectively, ruined. The pincers on those damned things were really fucking strong. Though his armour was generally pretty shitty in the first place, so it was only a matter of time before it fell apart.

Now, the two of you were heading back to Nuka-Town U.S.A, your bounty but also an injured Gage in tow.

“Y'alright, Gage?” You asked as they walked back to Fizztop.

Well, you walked; Gage was limping a few paces behind.

Said dumbarse grunted his reply, holding his side to stem any more blood flow. He carried his, now useless, armour on his back, gun dangling from his free hand, swaying with each laboured step.

You looked over at him for a moment and cringed.

It looked bad, really bad.

Blood soaked through his shirt, staining the light green tank top a muted greenish brown wherever it spread. The shirt was not coming back from this, no matter what Gage might insist. Even if you could get the blood out, you would probably have to cut open the tank top to get to his wound. Something that you’re already dreading having to bring up almost as much as actually having to tend to the wound.

But despite this, you knew you had to wait until you were back at Fizztop before patching him up. Gage always threw a fit if there was even a mere chance he’d get seen getting fixed up by the big, bad Overboss like some baby. He was better left alone for now. But, as soon as the two of you were back in the safety and isolation of the Fizztop Grille, you didn’t care how much he fought or complained. You were going to patch him up even if you had to knock him out to do so.

And hopefully, between then and now, you would both calm down. You silently prayed the cool air up the mountain would do so as it was always something you personally loved. It always felt good on your skin unless it was hot as balls, and not even the faux mountain could avoid it. But the night air had a decent chill that you wished would help you relax. After all, you really didn’t need to be freaking out while fixing him up. You also didn’t want Gage being pissy while you were doing so.

•

Despite your hopes, even the calming cool air wasn’t enough to stop you from worrying over your friend’s health. After all, this had been your fault.

You had been the one to suggest going to the Bottling Plant next instead of resting up. You had used up all the stims. You had been the one who didn’t pack enough meds. Fuck’s sake, you weren’t even paying enough attention to what was going on around you, and he had to save your arse.

You did this.

You did this to him.

It was your fucking fault.

As you both rode the yellow elevator up, you couldn’t help but look over at Gage. Anxiety filled your veins as you thought of all the possible ways he could die from his wound; bleeding out, infection, internal damage, etc, etc.

It was obvious he was trying to not show weakness. He refused to lean against the bars for support and stood tall even with the pain coursing through him. Gage tensed every muscle he could so he wouldn’t scream. And if it weren’t for the fact that he chewed his nails, he would have broken the skin of his palm from how hard he was squeezing his fist. All of this was in the effort of looking fine, strong enough to defend against anyone who dared try to challenge him in his current state. And with everything that had happened, he was beginning to look even worse than before. His tan skin had paled considerably to the point where he could almost be mistaken for some pre-war ghost haunting the parks. His breathing was jagged, almost panting as he struggled to breathe and even to just stand there. But even still, Gage stared forward, mustering all his will to not appear weak despite the blood pouring from his torso.

Some of the others had looked at him funny as the two had passed by. A good portion of the group shared worried looks ‘cause if something could take out the Overboss’ right hand, then it could likely take them out, too. The rest, however, regarded him with predatory gazes, likely measuring up whether they could take him like this.

It made you sick.

That was how raiders were, though. Damn, power-hungry, selfish, unloyal pieces of shite. Any single one of them, at a moment’s notice, would shoot you down or slice you up if you showed any weakness. So it didn’t really matter now, did it? It’s not like you could do anything, as much as you were loathed to admit it.

You hoped that the wound looked worse than it actually was. But, it didn’t seem to be shaping up that way as Gage swayed slightly, blinking rapidly to stay awake like he was about to collapse or pass out.

Wordlessly, you moved closer in case he dropped. The last thing you wanted was to lose him, the only person you could trust not to stab them in the back in the whole of Nuka-World. As long as you kept a move on, anyway.

Even if the wound wasn’t too bad, the prolonged blood loss and exposure to the elements couldn’t be good for him. He was starting to sag a little, blinking slower than most would like he was tired.

It was then that you cursed yourself for not bringing along more stimpaks and using all that you had with you during the fight with all those fucking Nukalurks. As delicious as the meat and eggs were, you began to have a great hatred for them. After all, you’d rather have Gage than whatever loot or food you might get.

The elevator stopped at the Grille window, though the broken-in piece was more of a door at this point.

“Boss,” Gage said, groaning in pain. Ignoring this, you gripped his arm, causing Gage to wince as you pulled him inside and away from prying eyes, the yanking sending shocks to the injured man’s wounds.

“Shut up and sit down,” you commanded, pulling off his pack, tossing aside his gun, and practically tearing his shirt off.

You weren’t giving him any time to refuse, and if it had been for any other reason, Gage would have probably made a joke about how bad you wanted him. Instead, he settled on complaining while he complied with his boss’ order.

Gage fell onto the sofa on the level below the boss’ bed. “I don’t need you babyin’ me, boss. I’ll be jus’ fine.” The words came out much weaker than they were supposed to, practically nothing more than a whisper and slurred together with drowsiness.

If you heard him, you said nothing in response, just kept pulling out bandages, stimpaks, and a variety of other things to tend to him.

Gage’s head lolled back, rolling around until it hit the back of the sofa. “Boss…”

He knew he couldn’t stay awake if someone or something wasn’t keeping him from passing out. Gage could feel it so he called out again, still barely maintaining something above a whisper.

You’d heard him this time. Thankfully.

Hurrying over, you pulled one of his arms out and, not caring about a possible infection at this point, slowly pushed the needle-end of a stimpak into his arm. Despite not being trained in any medical field, you’d learned a lot since you came out of cryo. And, luckily, by some miracle or another, you managed to find a vein on the first try and administered the med.

Gage sucked in a breath through clenched teeth at the stinging sensation from the stim. He grunted slightly, trying not to scream from the pain coursing through his side and all around his torso at this point.

Even with the pain, he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness, using every last ounce of fight left in him to keep his eye open. The last thing Gage wanted was to leave this world without a fight. That and leave you alone without anyone to rely on or trust.

If it hadn’t been for Gage’s armour, the Nukalurk would have most certainly cut clean through him. Props to the stupid, barely functional thing. He’d been proud when he’d made it, but that was years ago, back when he was much younger and dumber. Despite that, it’d served him well. Now, it was likely heading to the scrap yard.

“Gage,” you said while pulling out the stimpak. “I need you to keep your eyes open. If you don’t, I might have to kiss you.”

Gage chuckled softly, the strain hurting him and instantly making him regret it. Nevertheless, he couldn’t let a comment like that go unanswered. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, boss,” he joked.

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Need I remind you of your injuries?” You asked. You lent back a bit and looked down at the bloody wound that was sure to scar. “Hmm, I think I will.” You applied pressure causing Gage to wince and pull away from them. 

“Damn it, boss,” he hissed. “You gotta be like that?”

You pulled him back. “You’re injured, Gage, and have lost a lot of blood. You should be more worried about that than a ‘good time’.”

“You made the joke in the first place,” he grumbled.

You began to tend to his side and the mess there. Wiping away the blood, you found a terrifyingly deep wound, one that would most certainly need stitches. You reached around Gage slightly, touching where the Nukalurk’s thumb pincer would have cut him, and, sure enough, there was another wound similar to the one on his front.

You could only hope no internal organs had been damaged. A wound like this you scarcely knew how to fix as is. But internal organ damage? You knew about as much as a rodent does.

Your friend was hurt, blood everywhere (you’d have to get a new sofa after this), and you had no idea how to handle these wounds.

You didn’t have any medical training; you’d barely gotten by on what you knew to patch yourself up, but someone else? Someone who you cared so much about? You had no idea how you were gonna stomach this.

But instead of whining or griping about the circumstances, you put forth all effort you could and brought out a needle and floss you’d found. Hopefully, everything would be okay. How different is human skin from cloth anyway?

I’m definitely going to need to get Bridgeman after he passes out. Get someone who knows more and can actually help him.

Taking a cloth, you doused it in vodka before wiping away more blood and, hopefully, cleaning the wound. After scrubbing away at a twitching Gage, you used a lighter to sterilise the needle before threading it. Then, it was just a matter of sewing his skin back together. Twice.

Yeah, this is gonna be awful.

•

All you could think about as you worked was, “What if he doesn’t make it? What if I screw up? What if I lose him? How am I supposed to do this alone?” The questions swarmed and spat in your mind like bloat flies and were just as annoying.

In opposition to your worrying, Gage, about halfway through getting his front sewn up, had grabbed the bottle of vodka and started chugging. He may have hated alcohol, but he’d be damned if it wasn’t a good painkiller. In fact, it did its job so well that he barely complained when you pushed him to his stomach so you could sew up his back.

After you had wrapped his torso with bandages, you propped him up with pillows and blankets on the sofa. You would have much rather have him lying down instead of sitting up, but Gage wanted to see the view. In his drunken state, you knew it’d be more trouble than it's worth to try to get him to lay down, whether it be your bed, his, or the sofa.

“Why’d you do that?” You asked, mumbling, as you placed a pillow behind Gage’s neck.

Gage, ever the lightweight, looked up at you, eye clouded from his drunken stupor. “Hm?”

You looked down at him with something that Gage had only seen hiding behind your gaze a few times. It was like shoving worry and anger and, most of all, fear all into one look. He hated making you upset, even if he’d vehemently deny it. It wasn’t out of dread like with Colter; he just hated to see you upset. That was all there was to it or at least all he’d be willing to admit.

“Why’d you go and jump in front of me?”

Even in his current state, Gage wasn’t one to let slip his feelings. So he gave a factual answer. “Stronger armour,” he mumbled. “I have it.”

You shook your head, a slight smile on your lips as you settled down into a seated position in front of Gage.

“You had it,” you said, correcting him.

Your gaze drifted to the destroyed armour that you’d tossed aside earlier. The metal bowed inwards where the Nukalurk clamped down, blood now mixing with the paint covering it. At least now you had a better chance at convincing him to wear better armour, one that actually suited and protected him.

You could still remember his scream and him falling in front of them after he’d pushed you back, taking the blow for himself.

You looked back at Gage with sadness in your eyes as you played with your fingers. Without much thought put into it, you pushed yourself to Gage, pulling his head down and kissing his forehead.

Gage’s face was overtaken with a stupid look, his eye falling closed. When he opened it again, his gaze met yours. “You shouldn't be kissing me unless you plan on doing it right,” he said jokingly, a rare soft smile on his face.

The guy was definitely out of it, whether it be from pain or alcohol.

You settled back down on the floor and studied him. You knew it was stupid but figured he probably wouldn’t remember this anyway, so you kissed him, right on the lips. But, as quickly as it happened, you pulled back, leaving him there and going into the back of the Grille.

Gage’s sight followed you as you turned and left, not even giving him time to react. So, he sat there, dazedly watching you go, a little awestruck. It had been such a chaste kiss, barely a peck, and yet, for some reason, he wanted you to do it again.

[alocowberry]

Excuse me he wants to order

Some Porter Gage and Overboss Ollie art

[imdoingaokay]

Do Romanced!Fallout 4 Characters like kissing on New Years?

Told ya'll.

Happy New Years BTW.

This will probably be the last thing I write for this year. But don't worry! I'm still working on writing more for you all~!

Cait: Yes, it’s sloppy though because she’s literally pissed drunk. 

Curie: Yes, but it’s a quick peck on the lips while she’s all giggly and going “hehehe” to herself

Danse: Big yes, but he’s blushing, he pulls you away from the party and gives you a nice little smooch.

Deacon: Yes, in front of everyone. Hopefully, both of you are in front of Carrington, who pretends to vomit.

Gage: No. Not in public. Not in front of the rest of the gangs… the second he gets you away though… He’s doing more than kissing.

Hancock: YES. And it’s great. He’s also drunk, but he’s holding his liquor a bit better. So it’s a bit more gentle.

MacCready: Yes, he’s happy to give a lil’ kiss to you. He’s totally all over that and checks his breath three times minimum to make sure it smells good.

Nick Valentine: Yes, it’s very romantic. He stops paying attention to the countdown a focuses completely on you, the second the clock hits zero he gives you the most breathless, sweetest kiss you can imagine. Totally takes off his hat and uses it to hide whatever kissing you two are doing.

Old Longfellow: Also piss drunk, also kisses you, smells so bad though.

Piper: Yes! She loves that New Years' kiss! She does something where she gives you kisses all over your face first, then goes in for the actual kiss.

Preston: Like Curie, he’s all “hehehe I get to kiss the General” and totally bounces on his feet waiting for the countdown to be over so he can give you a kiss that has your foot popping off the ground. Also uses his hat to hide your faces.

X6-88: Kinda lame, he doesn’t kiss you on the lips, not right away. He kisses you on the cheek and when you get upset, he pauses and gives you a proper kiss.

[xxadvictoriamxx]

a/n: I’M ALIVE— wait wait… IT’S ALIVE! anyways, sorry it’s been awhile. I unfortunately have been trying to get an MRI for an injury and it’s taken up a lot of time :( but we’ve got Gage!

warnings: dunno. let me know if you find any

• his accent. his odd, out of place, also hot as fuck accent?? expect him to use it against you

• “getting nervous or something? I’ve only got eyes for you” he really does. everyone’s too untrustworthy with something as delicate as his affection

• doesn’t necessarily like getting drunk, but will 100% drink all the Nuka Dark you can find. the more, the better

• more intelligent than he’ll ever let on. you try to tell me being a step below the guy with the target and running the show that way isn’t smart.

• secretly a cuddler. fight me

• he means it with the best intentions, but he’s honestly the most overprotective lover you could have. and a jealous one too

• he’s been at Nuka World longer than he’ll care to admit. so when you finally come around and ask him to tag along on your adventures, he’s overjoyed

• he really doesn’t care what gangs you support or don’t. he doesn’t like any of them. all the peace talks, the agreements he had to make with the gang leaders, it all just reminds him of Connor. more people to stab him in the back

• oblivious oblivious oblivious

• fun fact, he hates Nuka Cola. except Nuka Dark. most of them are too sweet for his liking

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

FUCKING SOBBING

The way hes kinda like ":/ boss, why?"

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 30 -- Porter Gage

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 30 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Bondage with Gage x M! Sole

Yay! Charming bastard trash boy strikes again. And this time, it's steamy, lol. Okay, anyway, I love writing for him. And thanks for your patience, I know his is out a little late. 😅

I hope you enjoy! 😁

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Bondage, restraints, butt plugs, blow jobs, facefuck, rough sex, anal sex, dirty talk, marking, spanking, one slap, anal creampie, cum shot, prostate orgasm, aftercare.

3k words.

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“Oh, darlin’, just look atcha.” Gage’s lips curled into a crude smile at the sight spread before him. “All wrapped up like an xmas day gift.” He was speaking so quietly. You knew he was standing there, by the entrance to the bedroom. You could hear his voice, but couldn’t make out the words. 

“Just for me.” His tone became feral, a growl leaving him lowly as you heard the heavy footfalls of his boots on the hard floor approach you.

He ceased his speaking, and his moving, and you strained to hear anything else.

You’d been left here, like this, for hours, it seemed. Gage had promised he’d come back, but hadn’t said how long he’d be away.

It was maddening, waiting for him. Waiting for him like this.

Your jaw ached as the ball gag spread your mouth wide open, making your cheeks squish upwards and your teeth feel like they were throbbing. The ropes tied around your flesh, holding your arms in place behind you, began to burn. They hadn’t been too tight, you’d told Gage that when he’d tied them, but now, after so long… they felt almost as hard and unforgiving as the steel cuffs around your ankles, holding your legs invitingly apart, exposing you for anyone who might venture into your bedroom.

You hadn’t heard the lock sound when Gage left, and your heart had been beating anxiously all this time at the thought of some other raider barging in to see their Overboss in such a state as this.

Worst of all, worse than the spreader bar and the ropes, the gag, the blindfold, worse even, than the pinching clamps upon your nipples, was the plug. The damn thing was bigger than any other you’d taken, and despite the copious amount of lube, Gage had had to work to get it inside you. And even more than that, the devilish device vibrated.

He’d left it on a low setting, let it drive you beyond insanity as you stayed so close to your own release, but were never allowed to spill over. Your hard, yearning cock made sure Gage knew just how much his toy was affecting you. His toy, and everything else.

It was so much. It was too much.

You wanted to plead with your partner, tell him to relieve you of all this, but you knew he would. Eventually, this would all be worth it.

“Just pretty as a picture. Wish you could see what all you’re doin’ to me.”

You felt the bed shift beneath you, and it creaked as Gage climbed aboard.

“An I’m bettin’ you need me to, eh? Look at that…” He tutted from behind you. You heard his hand scrape against the fabric of the bed sheets below your restrained body.

He whistled low.

“Boy, was I right… You went an’ soaked the whole goddamn bed. Heh. You really like that new toy I found you, huh? Better give me a raise for that, eh boss?”

The bed shook as Gage chuckled.

You tried to hold back a whimper.

Can we just get on with it, Porter? It’s been so fucking long, and this damn thing is still fucking vibrating.

“Just kiddin’. Oh, but baby, what’s all this?”

Without further warning, Gage’s rough, calloused fingers made contact with the tight, red skin of your cock. And he wasn’t gentle.

You shouted in surprise, through the rubber of your gag, as he grasped you.

“My, my. That’s somehtin’. Ain’t never seen color like this. You must be pretty uncomfortable, huh sweetheart?” He laughed again as he saw the way your hips bucked at his touch.

You were so close already, your throbbing member more than ready to spill everything that had been gathering within you these past hours. You felt so goddamn heavy, so tight, like your body was unwilling to let go of everything that was so pent up inside. Like it was working overtime to please your partner without your say.

It was no wonder Gage loved when you got like this.

“Should put a ring on ya next time. Woulda helped minimize the spill here on the sheets. Woulda helped hold everythin’ in. Then you would’ve been really desperate. Oh, and even more sensitive.”

He chuckled again as he released your cock from his grasp, and it sprung back up and tapped your stomach, and even that motion proved almost too much. Your entire body flexed at the feeling.

“Fuck, this is hot. Already got me leaking.” His voice was rough, and you believed him.

Your body jolted as his hand suddenly came down on your ass, undoubtedly leaving a crimson mark of its likeness against you.

“But I can’t just give it to you, huh? I mean… You’ve been good ‘n all, but you didn’t really have a choice in that, did ya?”

You groaned through the gag, tears gathering in your eyes as the man stalled even further.

What the fuck? I did everything. I stayed here. I didn’t ring the bell he’d left, I didn’t try to scream through it, and I was good when he just fucking grabbed my— Ugh, whatever.

Gage was never fair. Never.

He’s a goddamn raider. And a backstabber. I knew what I was getting myself into.

And not that you’d ever say it to him, but damn, how you loved this shit.

The bed moved again, and you felt his presence shift. You didn’t need to guess where he would end up, so it was no surprise when you felt those same rough fingers on the straps of your gag. He pulled the rubber ball away, and you immediately closed your mouth, testing the way your jaw could move and relieving some of the strain in the process.

Gage grabbed hard at your shoulders, and hauled your whole body forward, until your chin was hanging off the bed. It put a new pressure on your throat, this angle, but he didn’t seem to care. In the next moment, you felt the wet, searing tip of his cock press to your lips. Eagerly, you opened as wide as you could, and he thrust shallowly inside, reaching the back of your throat quickly, with the pressure of the mattress upon your neck.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

He thrusted again, both hands holding your head in place as he used your mouth like a fleshlight. With this angle, it was tough to breathe, and soon enough you were choking on him. He groaned at the way your mouth and throat contracted around him as you tried in vain to gulp down air, and then pulled away, just as your vision started to blur. Not that you could really notice, with the blindfold covering your eyes.

You gasped and gulped in air as you heard him chuckle again above you, and his hands stroked over the back of your head in a touch that was as soothing as they could come, when it came to Gage.

He just lives for this, doesn’t he?

“Well, that was fun, eh? Look how red you got, baby. Almost the same color as your cock.”

Fuck you. You thought to say. But that would only make it worse. Make him take your throat again, make him wait fucking longer to just fuck you already.

“Think that’s good? Sure am hard enough to take you now, that’s for certain.”

You nodded mutely, unsure if he really wanted your opinion on it at all, but still… You couldn’t hide your desperation.

“'M sure you think so, huh? You been ready for for me fer hours.” His hand brushed over your jaw, then up your face, and he gave your covered cheek a light smack.

“Isn’t that right, Sole?”

You didn’t speak. You knew not to speak, knew it was a test, but you nodded. Gage made a gruff noise of approval, and you felt the wet rubber gag at your lips again. Enthusiastically, you spread your lips, and allowed him to place it back in your mouth, showing him your willingness, your obedience. He fastened it tight again, and his hands pushed you back on the bed, so your chin could rest upon the mattress.

“A’right, guess you earned somethin’ for all this fuss, huh?”

You heard each slow footstep as he made his way to the end of the bed again, and felt his hands on your hips as he hauled you back. Now your feet hung off the other end of the bed.

You shivered in anticipation.

His hand came down again on your ass once more, and you yelped, even as you felt your cock perk up against you.

“I really spoil you, you know that?” His fingers finally went to the place you’d been waiting for, and circled lightly around the end of the plug between your cheeks. “All these toys, all the time I put inte ya. S’all so much more than anybody else has gotten outta me.”

You must like me, or something. You thought cheekily, but it was hard to believe it was true at the moment, with the way he had your body screaming for him as he teasingly prodded at the plug, pushing and pulling it a few centimeters at a time until you felt your mind cloud over with blinding need.

“Ah well, was bound to happen sometime. Guess I’m just gettin’ soft. Heh, well, kinda.”

He slapped your ass again with his other hand, and you bit down hard into the gag.

“On the inside, at least.”

Finally, finally, his fingers gripped the outside of the plug in earnest, and it began to ease out of you.

“Alright baby, I’d say spread ‘em wide for me, but… It ain’t like you gotta choice in this, huh?”

With that, he tugged, and the vibrating torture device slid free of your hole, leaving you gaping and trembling in its wake. You sighed from deep in your throat, and heard the raider laugh at you again.

“You really liked this, didn’t you? Hafta remember that.” You heard the plug plop down on the mattress, and Gage’s hands both smoothed over the cheeks of your ass, before he let one hand settle at your entrance. He pushed two fingers in suddenly, but they were nothing compared to the girth of the plug, and your hips shifted backwards, asking for more.

You couldn’t see him, obviously, but you could see his smile in your mind. Smug and hungry and devious all at once.

Please, Gage, baby. Now. Now, I can’t wait any longer.

He scissored the digits in you, but found almost no resistance at all.

“Maybe that plug was too big, eh baby? Don’t want my cock just swimmin’ in ya. Guess we’ll find out.”

Yes. Find out. Now. Yes.

His hand left your ass in favor of gripping his rock-hard cock, and you finally felt the telltale pressure of his thick head at your entrance.

Don’t think the plug was too big.

You gulped. He said that almost every time he had one in you, but it’s never the case. Gage is always bigger.

With a push of his hips, your partner was feeding his member into you, easing the thickness through the pressure with the help of the remaining lube left from earlier that day. It wasn’t much help though, and you found your teeth gritting harder into the gag as a low groan was forced from deep in your throat.

“Ah, that’s that good shit.” Gage moaned out as he pushed all the way inside, “Goddamn, I shoulda just stayed with you like this all this time. Fuck the plug, man, this shit should just be mine.”

Your fingers clenched and unclenched around nothing from where they were tied over your back, your legs shook where they were fastened in the spreader bar, and you could feel the way your channel gripped tightly around his imposing shaft as he began to thrust in and out in slow, shallow movements.

You were at his mercy. Completely. And you knew this slow pace wouldn’t last.

The signs were there, as you felt his hands grip your hips tightly, as you felt him pull your body back as he shoved forward into you, jamming the head of his cock as far inside as it could go, until you were getting periodic shocks of pleasure up your whole body. His pace picked up as the sound of your throaty groans grew louder, as his breaths spilled out behind you in heavy pants. The drag of his cock against you was rough, it left you feeling raw and used, but it was so… delicious. Like the fine burn of fiery spices on your tongue, searing as they slid down your throat and warming you from the inside out.

Soon enough, there was no need for his hands to haul you back against him, despite the restraints limiting your mobility, you were mostly doing the work yourself, trying hard to drive the head of your partner’s cock into that sensitive, explosive place deep inside you. You felt your need building with each thrust, and your cock was fit to burst at even the slightest touch.

But Gage was holding off, focusing on his own pleasure first. With him, you had to earn yours. It made it so much better when you did.

His thrusts were growing sloppy, desperate, as he shoved into you over and over again. You could feel sweat dripping down from your body, could feel your needy cock dripping with need, could feel and hear his throaty breaths, and there was a pain where he gripped your hips hard enough to mark you.

“Fuck, baby, almost got me there. C’mon. Bit more.” Gage grunted behind you, and you whimpered through your gag in response, thrusting your hips back as hard as you could with the ropes burying into you, with that bar holding your ankles far apart.

“There. That’s it.” He drove hard into you, at speeds fast and rough enough that they didn’t seem human, and you felt like you would catch fire from the friction of it.

You cried out as he found his release, and on his last hard shove into you, you found yours as well. His hot, spurting cock jammed into that sensitive place deep within, and sent you tumbling over that final edge. You both cried out as you writhed against each other. Your cock couldn’t hold off any longer, and just as Gage emptied his load inside you, you spilled yours all over the mattress below.

Gage’s hips pulsed and his hands gripped as you trembled and cried out beneath him. Your legs shook violently as you spurted out enough cum to fill a nuka cola bottle to the brim, as you spilled out everything that had been building up all this time.

One more groan from your partner, one more pulse, and he was done. One hand came down on your ass cheek in an affectionate but gruff pat.

“Heh, that was good, baby.” His hands smoothed over your skin, in a motion that maybe was meant to be relaxing, but you couldn’t relax, not if you tried.

“Aw shit, you still goin’? Goddamn.” Your legs still trembled as your cock pulsed and jerked and spewed the last of your release down onto the ruined sheets. It was overwhelming. The release of it. The tightness you’d felt had been more overwhelming than you’d realized.

But now… Now you felt light. Like you could float off into the sky and see the Commonwealth from high above the clouds.

“Here ya are. That’s it. Heh. Goddamn, baby. I mighta kept you like this too long, huh?”

You shook your head.

It was worth it. You wanted to tell him.

You hadn’t realized it, you hadn’t thought that that would actually be the case, but it was true. It was fucking worth it.

Gage pulled out of you slowly, knowing the drag of him against your channel would be uncomfortable after all his rough handling of you.

“It don’t matter much now though, do it? Gonna make you feel better, alright? Just hold tight for me.”

You let yourself relax, let yourself breathe heavily and regain some semblance of composure as your partner began to release you from your restraints.

His hands were uncharacteristically gentle as he smoothed them over your hot skin, soothing the marks he’d left and slowly untying the ropes. He loosened his knots before moving next to your gag, pulling it from you, along with the blindfold.

“Better?”

You nodded to him, not yet trusting your voice.

“Lemme get the rest off. Here.”

The ropes slid over your skin as he pulled them off you, and your arms fell down to the mattress as your back un-arched itself. Then the buckles loosened around your ankles, and you laid your body down fully on the soiled mattress. You were too tired to care about the wetness you felt below your tired body.

“C’mon baby. C’mere.”

Gage wasn’t too tired to care. Apparently.

With that, he pulled you up. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he carried you off, hauling you up from the mattress and bringing you down the hall to the largest couch you have. He sat down with you still in his arms, settling you in his lap as he leaned back into the cushions. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked him tiredly.

“Takin’ care of my Overboss. Don’t want you sleepin’ in there after all that. Even I’ve got my limits when it comes to hygiene.”

You laughed at that weakly, and closed your eyes for a moment as you leaned your forehead against the raider’s shoulder.

“Man, really tuckered you out, huh?”

You nodded.

“Heh, alright. We can talk in the mornin’, just… You good baby? I know I was rough wich ya.”

“‘M good.” You mumbled with a smile, and his hand rubbed over your back as you settled in against him.

“Hm. Good.”

Your eyes closed fully, blackness encasing you as sleep called your name, and just as you answered its call, you felt Gage’s strangely soft lips brush the top of your head.

“Real good.” He whispered, and you drifted off.

[gaqalesqua]

Nora’s got a lot on her mind. Mostly Gage. Actually it’s entirely Gage.

[chaosintheavenue]

Fallout Opinion Survey- Results!

Thank you so much to all those who took part! We had 421 usable responses in total :D

One quick note- the nature of the data this time around means that most of the auto-generated charts are usable as they are, which does mean this post will be very image-heavy. I’d be very appreciative if someone who knows how to write image descriptions for charts could add them on!

Without further ado, let’s get into the results...

The Basics:

Favourite DLC:

Dead Money- 115 (...nice) Old World Blues- 94 Far Harbor- 76 Lonesome Road- 53 Nuka World- 27 Point Lookout- 17 Honest Hearts- 11 The Pitt- 9 Mothership Zeta- 7 Automatron- 3 Operation Anchorage- 3 Broken Steel- 2 Vault-Tec Workshop- 1

Favourite faction:

Followers of the Apocalypse- 146 Railroad- 62 Minutemen- 45 NCR- 23 Kings- 22 Brotherhood of Steel (all chapters combined)- 20 Yes Man/Wildcard Courier- 18 Great Khans- 14 Enclave- 10 Caesar's Legion- 8 Raiders (76, Nuka World and general combined)- 8 Institute- 6 Chairmen- 5 Unity- 4 Atom Cats- 3 Mr House- 3 Boomers- 3 Freeside- 2 Responders- 2 Children of Atom- 2 Ghoul settlements in general- 2 Hubologists- 2 Tunnel Snakes- 2 And the list of those with one vote each: The Family, Think Tank, Reaver Movement, Ciphers, Broken Hills, Powder Gangers, Reilly's Rangers, Acadia, Goodneighbor, Underworld, White Glove Society, Omertas, Jacobstown, post-Legion Ulysses, Cult of the Mothman, 80s, and talking Deathclaws from Fallout 2

Favourite companion:

Arcade Gannon- 75 Nick Valentine- 53 Hancock- 39 Veronica- 38 Deacon- 30 ED-E- 26 Raul- 23 Boone- 22 MacCready- 13 Christine Royce- 12 Dogmeat (all)- 11 Fawkes- 10 Preston Garvey- 10 Charon- 9 Rex- 9 Butch Deloria- 8 Goris- 8 Cait- 7 Danse- 7 Piper- 7 Lily- 6 Marcus- 6 Rose of Sharon Cassidy- 6 Curie- 5 Porter Gage- 4 Dean Domino- 4 X6-88- 3 Strong- 3 Ulysses- 3 RL-3- 3 Ian- 2 Dog/God- 2 Codsworth- 2 Joshua Graham- 2 Old Longfellow- 2 Lenny- 2 Ada- 2 And the 'list of ones': Tycho, Katja, Follows-Chalk, Sydney

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The Lore:

(other titles specifically mentioned in the final question: Metro and Doom)

Characters headcanoned as synths: The Sole Survivor (by far the most common theory), Sturges, Deacon, Preston Garvey, the Lone Wanderer in Broken Steel, James/Dad, Dogmeat, Three Dog, Parker Quinn, Charon, Courier Six, Tinker Tom, Zeke, Arthur Maxson, Father/older Shaun, Piper, Travis Miles, Mysterious Stranger, Caesar ('cause funny'), Joshua Graham, most Children of Atom, Desdemona, Myrna, Marcy Long, Mr Burke, Vault 76 Overseer, Trashcan Carla, Cricket, many BoS and Enclave members, Reaver Movement members, Redeye, Moira Brown, Dr Zimmer, Ranger Ghost, most birds, Arcade Gannon, Elijah, Lizzie Wyatt, Kellogg, Mama Murphy, Nat Wright, and Sierra Petrovita

(please note I'm not all that familiar with Fallout 4 lore, if any of the FO4 peeps here are canon synths then I didn't know about it lol)

Fan theories/headcanons from the final question that cropped up repeatedly (in approximate order of popularity):

Vault-Tec started the Great War

Alien involvement with the pre-war US government and/or the Great War

Horses are still around

Talking Deathclaws are still around

Occult/eldritch influence (e.g. the Dunwich building) is widespread

Charon is a survivor of Vault 92

Deacon is a founder of the Railroad and his 'real' backstory was another lie

Veronica and Christine reunite

Sarah Lyons is alive

Gen 3 synths and ghouls still need to eat, drink, sleep and so on

Ghouls only turn feral in specific circumstances (suggestions include prolonged isolation and relying too heavily on radiation instead of food as a source of energy) and it is not inevitable

International travel and immigration continues

Danse and Harkness were sent to the Capital Wasteland by the Railroad together

X person is actually multiple people- suggested for Deacon, Legate Lanius and Vulpes Inculta

The US is the either the only place that was nuked or the only place that hasn't rebuilt and recovered, and the rest of the world is just ignoring them and carrying on as normal

Cass is the Chosen One's daughter

Mama Murphy is the Chosen One

No-Bark Noonan is the Chosen One (lots of Chosen One theories popping up lol)

All subsequent Dogmeats in the series are named after the legend of the original Dogmeat

Father is not really Shaun

MacCready is lying about Duncan being ill (or one person even suggested Duncan existing)

Yes Man overthrows the Courier after being upgraded

The real Lone Wanderer died at the end of the vanilla game even if Broken Steel is installed, and the Broken Steel LW is a synth

Deacon once worked for the Institute

Deacon deliberately leads people to theorise that he is the Lone Wanderer to throw them off

Deacon is or was once a ghoul (also plenty of Deacon theories)

The Mysterious Stranger is a time traveller who protects the various PCs to maintain the timeline

Appalachia was turned into a barren wasteland by the nuclear trigger-happiness of the Vault 76 Dwellers (possibly interesting aside: my brother, who buys into this one, has gone as far as to theorise that the original Great War used very low-yield weapons and wasn't that severe on the environmental level (as far as literal nuclear war goes, that is), and it was the Vault 76ers nuking the hell out of Appalachia that triggered a continent-wide nuclear winter and sent the ecology of the wasteland into the state it's in in all subsequent games)

Glory is not a synth

The (in-game) reason for lore clashes and retcons is that the plot of each game is a retelling  of the story as it's passed around in the wasteland, so some details have been embellished or mixed up

I’ll be coming back to the theories from the final question at some point, but aside from that, that's a wrap! There isn't really much potential for me to play around with the data here like with the OC surveys, so this was more just me presenting the data as it came in without commentary. Still, I hope this is somehow interesting/insightful!

[actual-corpse]

I just realized that it's been too long since I got engulfed in soft fandom...

Might fuck around and find some Porter Gage x Male Sole Survivor soft porn shit or something Idfk

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

“i think i’m falling in love with you” + gage! please make it fluffy 🙏🏽

crying rn. so glad i got gage as my first request in months. ♡ forever in love with him. please enjoy! writing might be a little rusty, so i apologize.

this is also unedited since i’m writing this at 12 am, so don’t mind the grammatical mistakes or rushed ideas.

prompt: “i think i’m falling in love with you,” + gage

porter gage:

the word “love” isn’t implemented into his language. the idea was extremely foreign to him and he knew that deep down the closest thing he’ll probably get to it is a pocket full of caps and probably a permanent roof over his head. but even at that, he wouldn’t exactly call it love.

surely enough, he grew okay with the idea of never experiencing such an emotion and had eventually labeled it as nothing but a weakness and distraction to his well-being. he was sure one night stands and harmless flirting would fill out the hole that was void of this particular tenderness and for a good amount of his life, he held this belief close to his heart. gage wasn’t fit for love and he accepted this with open arms, not a doubt clouding his mind.

but if he wasn’t so fit for love, then why did he grow extremely worried over the overboss falling ill? why was he going out of his way to ensure their comfort by waiting “patiently” in front of a food stand to get them fresh soup? in fact, why wasn’t he just holding these people at gunpoint demanding to get shit done instead of waiting around like a civilized individual?

if this were anyone else, he wouldn’t give two shits about them coughing their lungs out or bleeding out in front of him. in fact, they could just die for all he cared, he wouldn’t bat an eye at the slightest. if your body couldn’t do something as simple as surviving an illness, you were obviously good for nothing at the end of the day.

however, the sight of soles weakened form laying in bed, their breathing labored and their skin pale, did nothing but bring him an uncomfortable amount of terror (though he refuses to say it out loud). he has never seen them so helpless in his life and that thought alone scared him more than anything else he’s experienced. without acknowledging them, he forced himself to go into one of soles settlements and go out of his way to buy them the proper items needed to help them recover.

why he was doing it was a thought that echoed in the back of his head as he watched the settler cook the soup in front of him, impatiently tapping his foot. he wondered how he mustered up the patience to resist shooting anyone within five minutes of his arrival. gage observed every little thing the cook did in front of him, ensuring that he didn’t add anything suspicious on purpose (not that they would, especially with gage staring them down) with the intention to kill them.

soon enough, his eyes caught a bowl of ingredients sole once mentioned that they despised and refused to eat. without a second thought, he spoke for the first time in about fifteen minutes, breaking the unwanted tension in the air.

“don’t put that,” gage nodded at the ingredient that laid near the pot of soup that simmered slowly, “nasty shit in there, got it?”

before the settler could respond in retaliation, gage sent them a sharp glare and tightened his hold on his gun, shutting them up almost instantly out of fear. after all, there was no room for debate in the first place and he definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with such nonsense.

the voice in the back of his head asked once more, “why are you doing this?”

“i don’t know,” he thinks, trying to push it further away, “i don’t know why.”

-

soon enough, he’s greeted with a carefully wrapped container full of hot soup, a fearful expression plastered on the poor man’s face as he delivered it to the raider with shaky hands. “it’s on the house,” his voice is hushed and wavered as his eyes glued itself to the ground.

without a word, he snatches the soup from his hands and makes his way back to sole, who remained as his sole priority at that very moment. though he hated to admit it, he found himself nearly running back to their home, the voice whispering in the back of his head repeatedly; “let them be okay.”

when he does reach their bedroom, nearly knocking the door down in the process, his heart feels relief for the first time in what seemed like forever upon seeing his partner sleeping peacefully, their breathing finally calming.

he quietly set the soup down on their nightstand and made his way to sole, hesitant to wake them up from their needed rest but did so anyways, knowing that their soup would grow cold. gently, he placed his hand on their arm, shaking them softly as he called out their name.

“boss, get up.” when they don’t respond the first few shakes, he becomes a little more aggressive both out of irritation and worry.

“hey, i said get the fuck up or yer darn soup will get cold, dammit.” whether it was his language or the unnecessary shaking, sole manages to collect whatever energy they had left to open their eyes, a small groan leaving their lips.

he takes a step back to give them space as sole rubs their eyes tiredly, slowly sitting up after a minute or two. through their pounding headache, they try to piece their surroundings together as best as they can and once sole does, they look at gage, who stood their awkwardly by their bedside, staring at them with… an almost worried expression?

as much as sole wanted to question and tease him about it, their aching body told them otherwise and they eventually come to the conclusion that maybe their sickness was making them hallucinate. they think of a million things to say once the situation is processed, but the only thing that comes out of their mouth is a weak calling of his name. “gage?”

it takes him a second to respond as he tries to swallow his concern, keeping his tough facade up as best as he can.

“drink yer soup. it would be a waste of my time if you let it get cold. there’s also medicine on the table, so take it.” for some odd reason, being soft is such a weakness he can’t stand but he can’t help it when it comes to them. however, he tries to cover it up with some excuse like he always does during vulnerable moments such as these, “yer the overboss. getting sick will do nothin’ but waste the time we could’ve spent gettin’ shit done.”

sole knows that he means well, regardless of his harsh tone, so they send him a smile that nearly puts him into cardiac arrest. they manage to form a sentence despite the pain building up in their system. “thank you gage, why did you do all of this? you didn’t have to.”

he fights the flush that’s threatening to paint his face as his hands close and open in anxiousness, feeling ridiculous over the fact that something as small as their stupid smile could leave him speechless. the words get stuck in his throat at first, but he manages to speak regardless of this setback.

“i did it because..” he hesitates for a moment but it’s enough time for him to realize the predicament he trapped himself in as his eyes widen in terror.

“.. i think i’m falling in love with you.” he thinks dreadfully and finally the voice in the back of his head constantly questioning his actions is void completely, leaving him with what he thought would be blissful silence. instead, it is replaced by something he was fearful of — an idea, a word that was almost bitter on his tongue as he tried to process his thoughts.

through gritted teeth, he quickly muttered a half assed explanation;

“… because it’d be nothin’ but trouble to find a replacement. now hurry the fuck up and do what ya gotta do to get better.”

just as quick as those words left his mouth, gage rushed out of the room in absolute shock, leaving a confused sole behind, their head tilted at his strange behavior.

with an overwhelmed mind, gage tried to convince himself once more that he didn’t need love and that he was undeserving of such a tender act like he once did before. only this time around, his words didn’t seem as convincing as it once did and he was left frustrated, his heart beating uncomfortably loud for the first time in his life.

[libertybri]

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author’s note; so uh this is the filthy gage smut I wrote. I feel like this should be said, my personal gage headcanon is that he’s a submissive little shit for the overboss but I wanted to try something different here. hope it’s bearable <3 OH and for the love of god please if any of the warnings or kinks listed make you uncomfortable, DO NOT READ!

pairing; Gage/female Sole Survivor

warnings: 18+, nsfw, explicit sexual content, explicit language

kinks: rough sex, spanking, impact play, blowjob, cunnilingus, choking, size kink, orgasm denial, subtle brat kink

word count; 3481

tldr; Gage punishes the Overboss because she sets a work pace she can no longer stand, making her look incompetent to her followers and him

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Tired. After two weeks of pleasing everyone but herself, Sole was just tired. Five captured parks and a gang massacre later, she finds herself quickly growing irritated with the many requests and complaints thrown her way. Shank wanted to expand into the Commonwealth, Mason wanted more territory, and Mags wanted Sole to fulfill her promise of swimming in caps. Too soon though, she thought. As the woman brought the liquor to her lips, she looked over the dingy glass from her fortress above. The Disciples had betrayed her after receiving one less park than everyone else and that bitter feeling ended with their demise at Sole's hand. She was not a woman to be messed with, sure, however she wasn't the most pleasurable to be around in the first place.

Gage had noticed this within the two weeks of traveling at her side, or more of traveling from behind. Her pace was always too quick for him and he figured that the view was better from behind as he watched her back anyway. Even then, conversation between them was always flat. She was rude, assuming she was better than them all because she wasn't born a raider or stolen into the life of one. She had chosen her position of power and at first basked in all of its glory. Though now, Gage could see she was faltering. The pressure was all too much perhaps. He watched from behind the counter in Fizztop Grille as she peered over the ledge of the high rise building, on her now third glass of whiskey.

He understood needing to wind down, especially after her accomplishments that not even Colter could have done so quickly. Although, she messed up by setting that pace for herself. Capturing the parks all at once and defeating the Disciples as they were happened within her first week as Overboss. Now, onto week two, she hadn't done a thing to improve their standard of living. The raiders were growing restless, irritated that she had given them all a taste of the good life and as quick as she did, she took it away. Gage didn't want to see Colter in her, no, he had high hopes for her. She would just have to remember what that desire to have more felt like. Or maybe she needed to be taught a lesson. A feeling they all felt too familiar with that she would soon learn; To be right on the edge and suddenly no give.

"That's enough of that." Gage sauntered towards her and ripped the glass from her hands before she could take the last sip. Before she even opens her mouth to argue, he chucks back the little taste of liquor for himself and turns to her with a dark gaze. "It's 'bout time we had a talk, Boss."

"What, ready to get rid of me like the other? I appreciate the warning in advance, Gage. It's unlike you."

He doesn't utter a word as he turns his back to her and makes his way towards the blue double-doors. Gage slams the empty glass on the counter before taking both knobs in his hands and swinging the doors wide open as her invitation to follow him. Promptly, she lands in his trap. Believing she had all the power in her position now, she closed the doors behind herself and approached Gage with a sly grin.

"What is it you want to talk about?" She questions, her voice as smooth as the liquor she was sipping before, quite possibly the reason she had so much courage approaching him at this stance.

At his silence, she reaches a hand to his tense shoulder and her cold touch meets his hot skin. A sound seeming like a growl escapes his lips as he turns to face her, grabbing her hand in one of his own much larger, squeezing her fingertips tight enough to make her gasp. She assumed she read him wrong, this wasn't what he wanted. She had no right to touch him. But, that wasn't the case at all.

"Yer gonna learn real quick whose really in charge up here." Gage says to her, releasing her pulsing hand from his grasp. "Act all big n' bad 'cos you're the boss. Well, you jus' gotta remember who got ya here in the first place."

She accepts his words as a challenge and crosses her arms over her chest in simple defiance. With a roll of her eyes she responds lazily to him, "Doesn't matter how I got here, or who got me here. Fact of the matter is, I'm here and I am the boss. You will treat me as such."

"Ya got one thing right outta all that, and it's that I'll treat you as what you are. But you ain't no boss, no. Yer a damn brat. Spoiled, need'a be taught a lesson." As he speaks lowly to her, he inches her towards the wall until her back is flushed against it and she can't help but to look up at him.

His hand trails from her gracious hip up the inward curve of her waist, moving much slower up the rump of her breast until his fingers move cooly against her collarbone. She swallows thickly as his thumb presses against her bottom lip and forces her to part her lips slightly. With one final motion, his grip situates on her throat, giving an experimental squeeze. A doe-eyed expression casts over her face as she merely just accepts the torment, gasping lightly to the notion.

"Doesn't take much to get you to listen now, huh?" Gage chuckled. He lifts his other hand and presses the backs of his knuckles against her smooth features, trailing down her cheek. "Damn perfect..." He mutters, mostly to himself.

With a disheveled grunt, he takes the zipper of her recon suit and drags it down to expose more of her near-perfect skin to him. The zipper reaches its end just below her belly button and a deep blush overtakes her face now. "Don't get shy on me now, doll. You were all fired up jus' a minute ago. Where's that fight now?" He challenged her, wanting a good tussle out of the boss before he claimed her body.

As if reading his mind, she pushed herself out of his grasp. For a second she remembers who she is, that she was in charge and could rightfully put him to his knees. Part of her didn't want that, despite her fight. That part of her longed to be put in a place she knew she didn't belong, but for the time being could settle with. Lessening her energy, she gave a weaker fight against him, and he could definitely sense the shift in her body language as she was giving into him. He hooks one arm around her waist and pulls her back against his chest, holding her in place while his free hand reaches up and takes a tight hold of her jaw, forcing her gaze onto him.

"I don't think you'll be gettin' far, baby." He teases, a prominent grin appearing upon his rough features.

Gage carries her to the full size bed in the room, laying her stomach over the edge of it and positioning her knees on the ground below her. He took in the sight of her clothed ass, tight in her recon suit, in full view for him because of the position she was in. The curve of her body was perfect, everything he wanted to tame since the moment she waltzed right into his life looking like an angel of death. And here she was, laid out so perfectly for him and only him and giving so easily. In a swift movement, he brings his palm down on her rump and leaves a stinging sensation in his own hand. She whimpers timidly and begins to squirm in her position. Gage eases her back into it by rubbing the base of her sting in calm, soothing circles for a moment before striking her again, this time softer than before. At her gentle moan he takes the sign to continue on his antics and reaches for the shoulders of her unzipped recon suit, shrugging them off of her and pulling until it was completely down to her ankles. Sole takes it upon herself to kick off her boots and allow him to tear off the suit the rest of the way, leaving her in just her undergarments.

By the way she rubbed her thighs together, Gage could tell she was getting riled up and it most certainly pleased him to know that fact. He nudges his booted foot in between her thighs and forces them apart much to her dismay. She thought to disobey his actions and go with her own, simply testing the waters once he removed his foot from the gap. She pressed her thighs together tightly once more before a loud smack was heard in the room and her ass stung as much as the first time.

"Ya think bein' bad is gonna get ya anywhere?" He taunts, "Mm, I thought you'd learn yer lesson. Seems I gotta demonstrate it more."

She could hear him now removing his belt, snapping the leather behind her. Sole turned her head slightly and peered over her shoulder, seeing his dark lust-filled eyes boring right into hers. The warm leather of the belt lays flush against her curve and she closes her eyes as he draws it back, preparing for its impact. It snaps against her left cheek, causing a loud whimper and her balling her fists into the sheets of the bed. Gage only stops for a moment to make sure she's alright, only judging by the way she raises her ass weakly as his sign to continue. He snaps the belt against her right cheek this time and tears prick the corners of her eyes. With a final lash against her entire bottom, he ceases the torment. Gage admires the work he made on her skin, the red streaks and handprints now very prominent against her pigment.

"Ya alright?" He asks softly, checking in at her silence. With her face pressed into the sheets, she nods weakly.

Gage reaches to the nape of her neck and pulls her off of the bed, still keeping her grounded on her knees. He positions her face in front of his clothed crotch and her eyes go wide at the large tent in his pants. His boots are quickly kicked off as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, taking them down his thick legs along with his boxers in one quick pull. His erection springs to life against his abdomen and she eyes up at him intently. A look of refusal, but luckily he was up for a challenge. Taking her locks in his grip, he turns her face up to him. He bends down at the same time and captures her lips to his, sneaking his tongue in without much defiance from her. His free hand moves inside of her bra and gives her soft breast a squeeze until his trigger finger met his thumb at her pointed nipple. He pinched the bud, causing her to moan into the kiss. Quickly as that, he drew back and left a saliva trail between the two.

"Open your mouth," he says, his tone somewhat wavering but she paid no mind as she obliged his words. She stuck out her tongue as her lips parted, allowing him to guide his length to her mouth. "Atta girl..." He mumbles quietly as she takes the head in generously, closing her eyes as he urges deeper within her mouth.

He moans deeply at the feeling of her tongue massaging the underside of his cock as she works more in. As he watches her with clouded eyes, he wants nothing more than to grab a fistful of her hair and drive into her, but he holds back and allows her this reward of easing at her own pace. Gage throws his head back in pleasure while her soft hands take a hold of him, one by the shaft pumping where her mouth doesn't fit and the other rhythmically kneading his sack. "Fuck, baby..." He moans out, tightening his grip in her locks. "Keep that up an' I'll be cummin'."

Sole attempts to take in more of him, his thick member serving a difficult challenge to her as she stretched her lips around him. She gags reluctantly and closes her eyes as tears brimmed her lids. A soft hum eases her more into him and sends vibrations through him pleasurably. His deep sounds of pleasure edge her on, forcing more of him down her throat and she chokes on his large member once again. The tightly balled fists in her hair hold her in place despite her diffident gagging. His warning had not been false. She opens her eyes and looks up at him while batting her eyelashes, attempting once more to take in more of him that she can manage. A choking sound and more tears pricking her eyes urges him to hold her head steady. He groans out as he releases a steady load into her mouth. She whimpers around him, lightheaded as he removes her by a tug of her hair. One quick gulp and she swallows what he left for her. He brings a finger to her chin where some of which she could not managed spilled out. One finger trailed from her chin in between her lips, where he looked into her eyes as she sucked generously on his finger.

"What a damn prize you are." He tells her, chuckling a bit as her eyes light up. "You know it too, don't you?"

"Of course." Her confidence had come back quicker than he thought it would after having her on her knees to him for so long, but he admired that about her.

"Heh... well, you've managed to be a good girl this far. I'd say you earned a treat, wouldn't you?" He licks his lips fondly, already imaging what her sweet taste would be like on his lips. She nods eagerly and takes her bottom lip between her lips. "Get up on tha' bed. And take that damn underwear off."

She obeys his commands, stripping herself of her bra and panties in an instant. He admired her bare figure as she assumed a position on the bed. Not being told which one she would be put in, she decided to get to her hands and knees which surprised him most. Gage rips off his own tank top, the last garment left that he had been wearing, and moves himself underneath her legs much to her own surprise. She pulls herself back and moves her sex closer to his face, a gentle moan escaping her lips as he presses a flat tongue against her folds and licks his way up. His hands find her hips and urge her closer as she was hesitant to sit on his face. He pulls her full form flush against him as his tongue dives into her. She gently rolls her hips against him and closes her eyes as she sinks into the pleasing friction between her legs. Her moans are suppressed until his thumb comes around to rub lazy circles on her swollen clit, making her jerk against him.

He opens his eyes to look up at her angelic expression, experiencing pure bliss from beneath. He removes his thumb and instead licks up her folds until his lips meet the bud, giving a testing gentle bite and feeling her squirm against him. He chuckles and sucks harshly, now moving his fingers to her opening. Using her own wetness to lubricate two digits, he inserts them easily. She shudders and moves a hand to his head, urging him closer and closer to her. He continues pumping his fingers in and out of her, scissoring them open as to stretch her in preparation for him. Another digit is inserted in her sex and the three work to stretch her perfectly. He gives them a curl once hitting a spot that made her gasp tightly. Her moans become more spastic as her legs tremble, her core tightening and she can feel sweet relief coming. Just as the feeling was so close, he ceases all movement and rolls her onto her back.

"Fuck!" She cusses aloud, angry at the conniving bastard between her legs. He only chuckled at her sweet misery and licked his lips teasingly, tasting her heavenly juices.

"In case ya forgot, this is a lesson, doll. Sure, ya got some form of'a treat. Ain't what you had in mind, huh?"

"Fuck you." Her breath was heavy and she ignored his eyes boring into her, then suddenly shifting to her heaving chest.

Gage mounts her without another word, attaching his mouth to her left nipple and kneading the right one between his fingers. He purposely grounded his erect form against her aching folds wanting to hear her beg for him. Ignoring all physical begging, grinding against him and grunting softly, he looked up to meet her eye and winked. He continued working her breasts, switching his mouth to the other and paying no mind to where to needed him most in that moment until he finally heard her sweet voice.

"Please! Gage, I need you. Fuck, I really need you." Her voice was breaking and desperate for him, but she didn't care. She yearned for that sweet relief only he could give her. He removed his mouth from her breast and moved so his face hovered over her own contorted one.

"Say it again." He demanded of her, moving his hand between her breasts until he had ahold of her neck in his grasp. Giving a gentle squeeze, he waited to hear her once more.

"I need you, Gage! Please!" She didn't care who heard her, loud as she was. And him, well he wanted everyone to hear her. To hear what he was doing to their big bad Overboss, making her plead for her own release at his expense. It was a sweet melody to his ears and a great image on his mind as he pictured raiders hearing them from below, even in the confinements of their personal bedroom.

He lined himself with her sex and pushed in slowly, allowing her to adjust to his length before diving in further. A deep moan fell passed his own lips as her soft, warm depths swallowed him complete to the hilt. Pulling out halfway, he experimentally thrusted back in much harder than the very first adjustment. She squeezed him bountifully and threw her head back in pleasure, giving the most exposure to her neck. Gage tightened his grip on her neck and leaned down to attach marked kisses to her collar. Enjoying the reaction she gave him, he pulled out entirely and thrusted back in his full length, enticing a loud mix between a gasp and moan from her. He continued this notion until he found a liking pace that had them both panting and seeking release. Removing his hand from her neck, he planted a fist into the sheets beside her head and held himself above her while his other hand reached between them and found her clit quickly. She bucked against him as he rubbed her furiously and urged her towards the orgasm she longed for. Her arms wrapped around his muscular frame and dug her nails into his back as he drilled relentlessly into her.

"I'm gonna–" she began, but he hushed her with his lips to hers. She mewled into the kiss as the intense pleasure overcame her.

He grunted and pulled out of her, releasing onto her stomach and thighs. She would have scolded him for being so messy if she weren't so exhausted, leaning her head back into the mattress and feeling as if it were swallowing her whole as she attempted to catch her breath and return to the world, coming down from her wondrous high. Gage sighed deeply and flipped beside her, wrapping a muscular arm around her frame and pulling her in as he kissed her temple. She tried to stifle a giggle, but it surpassed her lips anyway. He looked at her quizzingly, exhaustion written over his features.

"What?" He muttered as his eyes closed.

"I just never would've taken you as a cuddler is all." She told him, gleaming as she snuggled further into his grip.

"Only for you, boss."

And there it was. Even if she were to submit herself to him like this every night, he still respected her position above him... even if it made for good bedroom talk against her. Sole smiled content in his arms and the two drifted off soundly together.

[gay-spaghetti]

Liberty and MacCready’s Family - Canon and AUs

Another Fallout 4 post! 0w0 This was LOADS of fun to work on, especially the last one!! It features my female sole survivor Liberty Nelson, and the family she has with MacCready.

These drawings basically portray 3 different outcomes of the game! The first is the true ending, the second is the Institute ending, and the third is effectively the BAD ending----the Nuka-World Raider ending.

I’ve got more specific details about all three under the cut! Keep reading to find out more context ^u^ I’d deeply appreciate it <3 If y’all have any thoughts about the AUs, I’d be more than thrilled to hear them :)

Idea inspired by this post made by @gingerbreton!

TRUE/CANON - Working temporarily for the Railroad, Liberty and MacCready, or Agent Molotov and Agent Killshot respectively, infiltrate the Institute and raise a successful rebellion against it, liberating all of the gen 3 synths in the process. A few weeks later, they move MacCready’s son to Diamond City, where all three of them live together in Homeplate. About a month later, weeks after Liberty finds out she’s pregnant with MacCread’ys child, Mayor McDonough is revealed to be a synth. After’s he’s put into the ground, Liberty thinks about running for mayor, knowing Diamond City desperately needs new leadership. She’s successfully elected (she allows ghouls back into the city, and synths too! But it’s a gradual process), and months later, has a baby girl she and MacCready name Lucy, in honor of his late, former wife. MacCready gives up his life as a mercenary to become a full-time dad, and the new family live pretty much happily-ever-after together in Homeplate. Codsworth often helps Mac around the house while Liberty is away, and friends like Deacon, Piper, Nick, Hancock, etc. sometimes come over to babysit.

INSTITUTE - With the help of the Railroad, Liberty makes it into the Institute. Of course, a whirlwind of emotions consume her. She’s conflicted. She knows the Institute is a horrible organization that abducts and murders, but she’s infatuated with their advancements, ...and... can’t help but be thrilled to finally be reunited with her son, despite his age. He immediately requests she join them, but she’s unsure. She’s made numerous friends in the commonwealth, and even through her typical pessimism, still believes that humanity has a firm future without the help of the organization. However, when MacCready takes her to Med-Tek Research to find the cure for his son, they’re left empty-handed. The cure is not there. It must have been picked up by some scavenger, or maybe Sinclair’s information was bullshit after all. MacCready is beyond distraught, but Liberty comes up with a plan. A plan that works. Liberty tells Shaun that she’ll join the Institute, and become its future director under one condition: The Institute cures Duncan, and allows him and MacCready to live there with Liberty. Shaun’s hesitant at first, but he eventually agrees, and that is exactly what happens. Duncan is moved to the Institute, cured, and all three of them live together in the pristine, underground facility. After Shaun passes away from cancer, Liberty becomes the director of the Institute, and adopts synth Shaun. Under her leadership, a lot of things change for the better in the Institute. They temporarily cease all production of gen 3 synths (so they can figure out what the best course of action is, rather than just playing god because they can), and immediately halt the kidnappings. Despite this, a LOT of the duo’s friends feel back-stabbed, and thus are on bad terms with them (Like Deacon for example). I imagine this AU as the neutral ending. They technically betray the commonwealth by joining the Institute, but under Liberty’s directorship, she changes a lot of wicked things the Institute does. I imagine eventually, she’d try to rebuild the Commonwealth Provisional Government, to make peace and call a truce. It’s not a super good ending, but not a bad one either. Things are still very rocky.

RAIDER - (This is straight-up the bad ending.) Struggling with these conflicting thoughts about the Institute, and how her 60 year old son is the leader of such an evil facility, Liberty is beyond stressed. Even so, she helps her best friend MacCready get to Med-Tek Research, so that they may find the cure to his son’s disease. They do indeed find the cure, but sadly, when they get there, it’s lying on the ground in a puddle, having been shattered long ago. Perhaps by a shuffling ghoul or a careless scavenger. Needless to say, MacCready is an emotional wreck, and Liberty finds herself at a complete loss (Yes, Duncan does die in this AU). They leave the building demoralized, depressed, and hopeless. Being plagued by these overwhelmingly negative feelings, the duo completely abandon the Railroad. On their travels, they’re led into Nuka-World by an injured stranger, who promises a hefty amount of caps for the rescue of his captive family. This turns out to be a trap of course, and Liberty and MacCready fight their way through a deadly gauntlet made by raiders. After killing Overboss Colter, the two are declared as the new overbosses of Nuka-world, with the help of Porter Gage. Libbie and Mac are hesitant at first, but they very quickly accept this idea, and eventually become very frightening leaders of the three raider gangs. Fueled by their anguish and despair, Liberty and MacCready brutally clear out all of the parks in Nuka-World, claim the territories, and after months, gradually invade the commonwealth. Most of the time, they take over settlements by verbal threat, more often than not using intimidation to get what they want, but they do not shy away from slaughtering anyone that gets in their way. Despite all of this, Liberty and MacCready are still very affectionate towards one another, though their relationship is very unhealthy.

And that’s all the main stuff! :D The two AUs are completely theoretical. There’s nothing super concrete about them; they’re just fun thought-experiments :) Some “what-if” scenarios if you will. Maybe I’ll write/draw more about them in the future! ^u^ We’ll see.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read <3 Again, any and all feedback is appreciate. I really love all of the scenarios these outcomes bring up. For example, it’s interesting to think about how Mac would adjust to living in the Institute. I’m sure he’d feel extremely out of place, being surrounded by snobby, uptight scientists and people who are perfectly clean. Ahh it’s cool to think about! I could gush endlessly, haha.

[drovenna]