Falloutfanfic Stories

A Fallout New Vegas story about an NCR MP volunteering for a job that quickly gets out of hand.

*Disclaimer: This story contains mature content including violence, severely traumatic events, and themes of survival in a post-apocalyptic world. Reader discretion is advised.* When the bombs turned Texas to ash and ruin, nestled inside a cave of the Palo Duro Canyon stood Vault 97. A place that was supposed to be a safe haven for Daisy Carson. Daisy never asked to wake up one hundred and eighty years after the end of the world - not to find herself a prisoner of Vault 97's twisted project nor to be branded a bounty with secrets on a stolen holotape. When she escapes, battered and chained, she crosses paths with a lone ghoul - a wandering gunslinger who drifts between the crosses of dead churches and the neon bones of old towns across the vast wasteland, rosary rattling like the warning of a viper. He claims he wants the bounty on her head. He claims he's just another survivor trying to get paid. But campfires crack open old wounds, and every prayer whispered into the wasteland binds them tighter than the chains they share. Together they carve a bloody trail from the rotting slave pens of New Amarillo to the ghost ranches of Mercy - a place where family and faith were all that mattered - and from the Texas wasteland down to the Mexican badlands.

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.

Dopo la caduta delle bombe, l'America non è altro che un'ombra di ciò che era. Tra rovine, fazioni in guerra e menzogne sepolte da due secoli, un giovane mercante senza nome percorre le Terre Devastate con un cappotto nero, una .44 al fianco e un segreto che lo tiene in vita. Non è un eroe. Non è un soldato. È un osservatore. Uno straniero che attraversa la storia degli altri senza appartenere a nessuno. Dal caos dell'Appalachia alle macerie della Capital Wasteland, dalle luci velenose del Mojave ai sotterranei del Commonwealth, il Commerciante cammina tra leggende e conflitti, testimone silenzioso delle guerre che scolpiscono ciò che resta dell'umanità. Incontrerà il meglio e il peggio del mondo post-atomico: la Brotherhood, l'Enclave, l'Istituto, la NCR, la Legione, e ogni ombra in mezzo. Ma in un mondo dove tutti combattono per il potere, lui combatte solo per una cosa: sopravvivere abbastanza a lungo da vedere come finisce la storia. Perché, dopotutto... la guerra non cambia mai.

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-

nuclear fallout fanfiction

All throughout the wastes of what used to be known as the United States, the mighty Deathclaw is feared by those who seek to rebuild. The consequences of the war have caused for beasts like those to emerge from the ashes of human hatred, but _______ refuses to continue the cycle of kill or be killed. When the settlers of the Taffington Boathouse call for help from the Minutemen, she decides to go about things in an unconventional direction. ***THIS IS A STORY ABOUT FRIENDSHIP***

fallout inspired universe/in the fallout show universe. fist post and not sure how to post

Overseer Hank MacLean blew up a city to steal her children. Rose MacLean broke into a vault to steal him back. In the cruel wastes of the post-apocalyptic surface, every shred of history should be dead and buried. Especially the MacLean's marriage. But in this Fallout alternate universe, the past refuses to stay quiet. Forget the canon timeline. It isn't Lee Moldaver who breaches the steel doors of Vault 33 to drag Hank into the light. It is Rose -his original wife, the mother of his children, and a fiercely articulate surface survivor who is definitely not a feral mutant. This was written for the June 'Fill in the Fic' prompt contest, taking 2 characters, a reason why they shouldn't be together (exes!) and something that makes them address their feelings (telepathy!)

Deacon and MacCready share a chilly morning drinking coffee together. Complete one-shot.

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.

A wasteland,nothing left from the beautiful nature, people shattered like broken glass with no hope left. Cruelty and brutality run this earth since the atomic bombs fell. But as everything was about to fall apart, one brave soul gave love to the lost ones without mentioning it, even to the people that were told to be unloveable. A fallout story of a hero that never gave up. [Trigger warning]

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.

What do you do when you have no choice but to leave the place you called your safe haven, your home? Desperate for answers, needing to know where her father went and why, after being saved from death by the woman she loves and never wanted to leave, all Annette Davis knows is she's alone and her father disappeared. When she finds the woman who knew him best soon after leaving, she becomes faced with a painful choice: give up her freedom to the Brotherhood so they can find her father or continue to wander aimlessly and hopelessly. But, not even in her worst nightmares, could she have imagined what the consequences of giving up her freedom to the Brotherhood would mean, or what she would go on to lose as a war rages on, a war to try and save the people of the former US Capital from the tyrannical Enclave. 120 chapters, cross posted on AO3 and ff.net.

"I fear Rebecca is becoming attached to the synth. At first, she just named it. Eris, is what she called it, she says got the name from it's synth designation, which would make sense were it a good idea to name synths." - The Brotherhood have uncovered something that is against everything they stand for, but with a war on the horizon it feels imperative to break the rules, just a little. After all, reclaiming tech and using weapons they hardly understand hasn't caused them too much trouble in the past. - "Note to self; Delete this holotape. It is informal and incriminating and wholly unnecessary and unimportant."

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

What if a high school was built for everyone in the Fallout Wasteland...AFTER the Great War? Join a vault dweller out of her depth, a pair of raiders who are more than they seem, two shy ghouls and a super mutant as they try their best to get through high school... BTW I WROTE HALF OF THIS AT LIKE 2AM. Don't judge me. DISCLAIMER: Fallout and everything in Fallout belong to Bethesda Game Studios. This is just a fan-made, non-profit Fallout fanfiction

A group of soldiers under different flags but the same cause fight for oil in the Resource Wars.

"They buried him with a bullet in his brain and a chip in his hand. He came back wearing red." Abandoned, probably gonna write a different story Red Dust Rising is a fan-made work based on Fallout: New Vegas, developed by Obsidian Entertainment and published by Bethesda Softworks. All characters, locations, factions, and lore elements from the original game are the property of their respective creators. This story is a non-commercial project created out of appreciation for the Fallout universe.