After Father Went to Heaven *Fanfic*
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  • Leituras 147
  • Votos 0
  • Capítulos 9
  • Tempo 42m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mai 10, 2019
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*Fallout Fanfic* Fallout 3 & 4 Crisscross

(Being written here in 2k19!)

It's been over 210 years since the bombs fell and only a few months since Father and the Institute was proverbially put to the sword. Now, it seems, the Brotherhood has come for nothing. Farmers have went to the Minutemen with tales of the Brotherhood demanding supplies and the burgeoning settlements might not have the power to drive them out. Especially if Enclave zealots happened to come down from the Northeast...

After Father Went to Heaven is a action packed narrative told through the eyes of several Sole Survivors to capture the bigger picture so changes in pov will be common. A post-end game story, there are several ships: PiperxAnti-hero OC, CaitxChaotic Good Raider OC, FahrenheitxPyro OC, TravisxRose OTP, Silver Shroud OCxMagnolia, Lone Wanderer OCxAmata (& Sarah Lyons flashbacks), Butchx??? & (maybe) MacReadyxCurie.

(Fallout is not mine and is property of Bethesda. Any music, pictures or any multimedia used herein are property of their respective owners.)
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