Falloutfanfic Stories

This story follows the story of Gregory Emily, the last remaining Vault dweller of Vault E and last remaining member of the once prestigious Emily family, and Evan, A run away from a shady group and now one of the members of a group who call themselves 'The Misfits', and their joint journey through the once prosperous America, now turned rubbly wasteland. along their journey, they develop a close relationship and make many new friends, and enemies. }-Disclaimer !!!-{ I neither own Five Nights At Freddy's or the Fallout franchise and their respective assets are fully credited to the creators of both franchises. I do not own any pre-existing characters used in both franchises, I will only take creddit on how I portray said chararactors as I present them the Way I feel their Character appears to me. Thanks for reading ~Unknown Author

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Tribals, prophecies, and a gun that should never have been made. A Fallout inspired Post-Apocalyptic novel. All characters, weapons, armors, locations, etc. used from the Fallout universe are owned by Bethesda and the correct owners of those rights. This is just fan-fiction because I totally did Fallout. Currently a work in progress. In chapter two please bear with me, the gun is very important to t he story. The ivory, the unique make, it's ties in trust me.

Sparrow Lusset has one job; deliver that chip. Evangeline Vanderbilt has one goal; get that chip. But when Benny Gecko ruins both of their plans and shoots two people that night in Goodsprings, these two women who should hate eachother, are going to have to work together. They've got to get their revenge without their wrath and pride getting in the way.

A man on the run meets a man that needs every cap he can get. Surely nothing can go wrong... right?

This story draws inspiration from a Fallout themed dnd style roleplay me and some friends did a few years ago. some events have been changed, but the basic premise is the same. we've all heard the saying, war never changes. in concept, it stays the same, humans fighting each other over everything from money, to resources, to even more horrific reasons. The day the bombs fell, the start, and end of the great war, humanity was forever changed. those above ground either succumbed to the blasts and radiation, and the ensuing chaos of the end of the world as it was known, while others survived the radiation, only to be forever changed by it. Some retained their sanity, others became a feral shell of their former self, their minds long gone, and then there were the vault dwellers. Those on the surface knew little of the inner goings on of those who had gone into them, only that once the door closed, there was no getting in, or out. Over 200 years have passed since the bombs fell, and a man who has survived all the hells the wasteland can offer finds himself in another war, wether he wants to be or not. There's talk of new raiders in the Boston Commonwealth, a new radio signal talking of a place called Nuka-World, the transmission sounds like an old prewar advert to get people to come to the park. These raiders, there's something different about them, some plan they seem to be working towards completing. Whatever it is, it's not you're typical raider problems.

The loud alarm was ringing in my ears as the large door, which was supposed to protect us from whatever is up there, opened. I took one last look at the inhabitants of the Vault; I could barely make out the faces of the silhouettes, but it wasn't necessary, I knew what their expressions were like. As the door opened, I knew that my new life was finally beginning. // I'm not 100% sure where this fanfiction is going yet; originally, I wanted to write an OC x Hancock story. Let's see :) Disclaimer- The original book is written in my native Language German, this is just the English translation

A Fallout Fan Fiction set in 2229 CA, Mojave Desert Vault 34 is a vault in which it was filled to the brim with an aresenal of weaponry, during a revolt the residents stole weapons and left the vault. Which created the Boomers. Except some were left behind...

This is a fanfiction and headcanon of my OC's adventures throughout the Mojave and beyond. The universe and all characters within it (minus my OCs) belong solely to Obsidian Entertainment and Bethesda Game Studios

The mojave became a much darker place after the couriers death. No announcement, not even a proper funeral to honour her. Still one with her grave, she layed there, a place she will be forever trapped in. Only the legion knows about her death until one day. Follows-Chalk and Joshua find what's left and so crawls suffer and sadness into their once golden hearts.

After getting separated from her family, a young girl named Juliet Weathers stumbles upon the settlement of "Little Lamplight" where she meets many other lost kids just like her, One being the settlement's mayor/mungo-enthusiast Mayor MacCready...they soon hit it off and become close friends. Watch as they and the others struggle to overcome the challenges that lie ahead in The Capital Wasteland and grow up to take on The Commonwealth as it all leads up to the big fight against the Institute and beyond...

President Dick Richardson has huge plans for the Wasteland and beyond with his new idea to make the be the first wasteland military and nation ever to make an atomic bomb.

When the conspiracy began to take shape in the late 2060s, the faces, names, companies, contractors, and entities behind it all thought they had until the turn of the century to implement their plans. As it turned out, they were a little more than twenty years off when it all fell apart. Series of one-shots zooming in on ten of the biggest players with a stake in a nuclear war - one that came earlier than they had planned for.

The Commonwealth wasteland is left reeling following the destruction of the Institute and then the hostile takeover of Minutemen territory by the Nuka World Raiders. It's been months, and the raiders are growing restless in the wake of losing their Overboss. The Wildcard Couriers of New Vegas are on the move, their motives and intentions as unpredictable as always. And what of the Capital Wastes? Will the Brotherhood return? What about the Lone Wanderer? It seems the lives of our protagonists will be permanently changed, for better, or for worse. -Sequel to Nuka Girl, Nuka'd World-

Vault 764 was one of the only vaults that experimented with medical drugs, rather than on the dwellers. It is located a bit northwest of Meeker, Colorado, and is close to the border with Utah. Richard is just a guard, and wants some adventure, so he leaves the vault and goes out with his best friend. Will contain mature material.

Just a fan fiction I made and making. I got bored so why not. If there's any suggestions, please comment. You can also comment what you think so far. I hope you enjoy this.

Sanya never noticed that she would lose a limb or have to defend her life as she does now. She keeps it strong nonetheless, and ventures to make her life more worthwhile. The perfect limb will be her goal, and living despite her defect is the other. *Bethesda's Creations Belong to Bethesda, and mine To me

Six and Arcade had just managed to save Doc Henry and stop a crisis from erupting in Jacobstown and convinced the good Doc to head to the bunker. Arcade figured that all that excitement would've been enough for the day but life and the Mojave always like to give people the finger, now Six lays in a hospital bed after taking a bullet to the head meant for Arcade and when he wakes up, his whole life will change.

The lives of Lucy and Robert Joseph MacCready changed the day they left Little Lamplight together, and even more so the day they learnt they would be, sooner than expected, becoming parents. Yet, idyllic as things were for so long, their life together didn't last long enough.

In the world after the Great War, a girl born to raiders wants to create her own path in life. Exploring the wasteland that was once known as Texas, she hopes to find a new life and leave the gang behind. However, little did she know the wastes had much more planned for her.