Yep, pretty much the title, just my headcanons and stuff about the Fallout 4 companions and game. Feel free to leave like your ideas or somethin. Expect 18+ and angst and fluff and whatever the hell I can come up with. I do post these on tumbler too if y'all cared about that, Palidan-Sheep is where I'm at.

These two historical characters with funny last names get down ;)

You are the vault dweller, this takes place after you destroy the Institute, so you've got the Shaun synth. You and Shaun travel with Codsworth when the three of you stumble upon GoodNeighbor. After talking to Hancock you decide to just settle down there.

This is a series of one shots from Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout 4. I do not own any of the characters, of course. All One Shots are in alphabetical order for your convenience. Anything with an ➵ and a title has been reread, and (hopefully) error-free.

[John Hancock x Reader Fanfiction] [NOT REVISED] (Note: Reader is not the sole survivor) You stared ahead, not a second of shock showed on your face. "Ah..." It wasn't shock, fear maybe? You couldn't tell right now. "Is that you...? (Y/n)?!" The ghoul infront of you stared in shock. Mouth gape and dark eyes wide. "It's been awhile hasn't it, eh John?" You replied, voice low, barely a bit of emotion. Though inside, you felt a spark of happiness. "I thought you were dead." "I don't die that easily, Johnny." _________ Disclaimer: I don't own Fallout 4 or you :^)

It has been a year and a half since you awoke alone in Vault 111 and you still haven't found Shaun. So far you'd made many friends and created a life for yourself in Sanctuary Hills. You had thought that you'd never be happy again, until you found yourself in the town of Goodneighbor. You and Hancock had really hit it off and you'd been together ever since. Lately though, it seems everyone needs your help, and you're finding it harder and harder to find the time to spend with your favorite ghoul. This is a Hancock x reader and its finally finished. There's smut in the final chapter and sexual tension throughout. This is my first fanfic so give me lots of feedback! I don't own any of the fallout settings or characters!

Shane has been stuck in a perpetual routine for years; wake up, go to work, drink beer, then arrive home shitfaced. He's given up on taking care of his goddaughter or making his aunt proud. He's too far gone to change his ways, right? So he thought, up until a mysterious woman just happens to appear at all of the right moments. So why does it seem he's the only one who's ever met her? **THIS IS NOT AN X READER FANFIC** *MATURE CONTENT WARNING! (suicidal thoughts, depression, alcoholism, etc) *Originally posted on A03 by me, reposting it here *Cover art not mine, creator unknown to me

"And finally, Jax!" I scanned the crowd, searching for this 'Jax'. "Uh..." Gloved hands grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Standing there was the rabbit I saw earlier. "'Sup, mousie," Jax said, leaning his body against my short figure-which reached up to his chest-placing an arm atop my head. I looked at my hands. When I moved my arm, the avatar moved along with it, black gloves moving at the same time as I did. Gently, I pressed my hands to my eyes, and- Nothing. The headset was gone. "What the @$_&." I clawed at my face, trying to remove the piece of technology. "Where did it go?" I pulled at my skin, trying to feel something, anything that was there, but nothing. Just skin. "Just keep pulling at it, it always works, mousie," Jax said, patting my cheek. I glared up at him. "Shut the @$&+ up." ~•~•~ The first thing I remembered when I came here was falling. Then I come here and I'm still falling. I bought some VR headset, put it on, and it cost me my future. Now, I'm stuck with people who aren't exactly people, an teeth-and-eyeball AI, and some annoying periwinkle rabbit. I've become a little muse of a mouse, supposed to be some sort of artistic inspiration. Yeah, right. But music is my safe space, and I was sent here with a flute and a purpose: to bring sound to the circus. I can either become the conductor or let people see me as nothing more than a statue in some museum. Ladies and gentlemen, the concert has started. ~•~•~ jax x fem!reader I AM SO SORRY IF YOU ARENT FEMALE ~•~•~ Start: November 26, 2023 Finish: November 30, 2024 Editing Finish: February 7, 2025 ~•~•~ cover credit goes to @RSpaceda!! ur an awesome artist and i could never :)

my first ever fanfiction. ((Gender neutral)) Hector loves you, and you find yourself quickly falling in love with him as well. Contains smut

New house. Old secrets. A pair of glasses. Suddenly Y/N can talk to the furniture-and some of it talks back. Things get freaky. In every sense of the word. Contains mature content and unhinged household objects. (It's in the last chapter-for yall weirdos (; )