A Second Chance

When people die, can they become synths? Does that make them alive again, or still gone? Indie Synth!Shaun from Fallout 4 Slightly canon-divergent

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going through my picture folders on my laptop makes me miss shaun but i’m done with/sick of fallout 4

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Has anyone done this before? 😂

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Cold. Confined. He banged on the glass, trying to break free of the cryogenic pod. But he felt like he could barely manage to muster the strength to do so. He watched on helplessly, calling out as the strangers pried his son from his wife’s arms.

“No — Nora! Shaun! Leave them…”

The armed man pulled trigger. His wife fell back into her own chamber, limp and lifeless—

Suddenly, a familiar voice interjected, pulling Fox from what turned out be a nightmare. He woke with a slight start, looking around to find himself in his bed in Sanctuary. Even though it was the middle of the night, he could still make out Shaun standing by the side of his bed.

“Hey, Shaun…did…did I wake you?” he asked sheepishly, sitting up. He knew he sometimes talked in his sleep — hell, there were a couple times he woke himself up with his sleep-talking.

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The synth nodded and sat beside his father on the edge of his bed. The small boy's brow creased in concern, sometimes he had nightmares too of things he didn't want or shouldn't remember.

"You were screaming," his voice was quiet as he tried to put together the pieces of Fox's dream from what he had overheard, "You were talking about Mom and me."

Shaun hadn't asked for details about what happened to his mother in the Vault, Fox had told him that she had died trying to stop the Institute from taking him when he was a baby. He was torn about his need to know everything, to understand, to learn more about her; seeing his father thrashing in his sleep and the tears Shaun pretended not to notice made him feel guilty for wanting to ask about it, about her.

"I couldn't sleep anyway," he lied, with a (hopefully) convincing sheepish smile, "I was busy reading that new comic you got me."

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Shaun’s Weapons

Waser Wifle (if the SoSu isn’t using it/doesn’t want it)

Suppressed Kiloton Radium Rifle

Ber/etta M/9

Nate’s Hunting Knife

He made the mods and upgraded them himself.

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Do you think smol Atom Cats are called ‘Atom Kittens’?

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“You can’t change the past.”

Disney Meme

"I know you can't, Mom," Shaun gave Audrey a sympathetic smile and took her hand as the two continued down the footpath, the boy knew the Commonwealth and the Institute still haunted her but they were with the Brotherhood now, and they were together again, "Nothing could stop the War, or the Vault, or... Dad, but you found me! You did what you had to, to get me back. Thank you."

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“People think I’m odd.” -thesmols

Moar Disney Things

“So? I don’t think so,” the boy shrugged and continued playing with the new car his mom found at Jamaica Plain, “The other kids in the Institute think I’m weird, Quentin is mean... was mean to me all the time. But you’re my friend, same with Wally and Austin. Wally thinks I’m weird too but he’s still my friend.”

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“A voice keeps saying, this is where I’m meant to be.” have a sappy mom

Disney Thingo

“I’m right here, Mom,” he whined,  “Was that a joke? You’ve just been gone so much lately, do you have to go again so soon?”

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SEND ME ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION - DISNEY EDITION

“When did you last let your heart decide?”

“Somethings never change.”

“Even if were apart, I’ll always be with you.”

“But keep trying.”

“Learn to choose between right and wrong.”

“But then there’s hope.”

“There’s time to spare.”

“You’re only in trouble if you get caught.”

“I’m in trouble.”

“What’s the matter with me?”

“It feels so good when you start out.”

“Think of all the joy you’ll find.”

“Don’t think, and don’t worry.”

“That is the weirdest thing you have ever said.”

“You look wonderful.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.”

“Tell her (/him) the truth.”

“How does she (/he) know?”

“Maybe what I really wanted was to prove that I could do things right.”

“Keep your chin up.”

“Ohana means family.”

“He(/she) was so romantic.”

“You know it’s okay to be afraid.”

“I must be thinking too hard.”

“Something feels funny.”

“They stay in your heart forever.”

“People think I’m odd.”

“If you truly love them, you must let them go.”

“No one should marry a person they don’t love.”

“You’re weird, but I like you.”

“Keep your dreams alive.”

“You can’t change the past.”

“Everybody’s got a weakness.”

“There’s some things you just can’t change.”

“What makes someone special?”

“Open your eyes now, before you get hurt.”

“Sometimes it’s better to be alone.”

“Nobody can hurt you.”

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“You should be proud of it.”

“I love you so.”

“We’re together now.”

“Everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.”

“I’m glad, at least I think I’m glad.”

“Everything is different.”

“You are sure to win.”

“I hope he (/she) doesn’t see right through me.”

“Don’t be scared.”

“At least I’ve got a chance.”

“For the first time in forever, nothing’s in my way.”

“A voice keeps saying, this is where I’m meant to be.”

“I’ll be there someday.”

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if a girl kisses my neck? I think I will die

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“Mhm…” Nat nodded once and watched him carefully, her eyes following the shirt as it lifted and was discarded. Only then did her gaze turn to his body- and the numerous scars covering it. 

Her eyes widened almost immediately, a hand hesitantly moving forward to run across the jagged, raised scar that seemed largest. 

“What… Who did this to you?” She felt a flash of rage- if they weren’t already dead, they would be. The sudden protective instinct surprised her; it was much like what she felt whenever the residents insulted Piper, but rather than being fueled by sisterly adoration, something else seemed to cause this outburst. 

Rather than try to say anything else, the motion of a gentle caress turned to a sudden, soft shove, pushing him back on the bed and pressing her lips to his before he could argue anymore. He’d been hurt so much… all she wanted was for it to go away. 

She didn’t know what time it was, but since the sun was still nonexistent in the sky, it was easy to assume it was still early. She was tired, and it was tempting to fall asleep in his arms… but they couldn’t. Piper couldn’t find out about this. 

“… Shaun?” She paused for a moment, then continued, “This is nice… but won’t your mom get mad if you’re out of the house?”

"Mmm?" Shaun lifted his head up from the lumpy pillow and rolled more onto his side so that the two were lying face to face. He smiled and brushed some errant strands of hair stuck to her forehead back behind Nat's ear. 

The smile faulted, he didn't think about what his Mom would say if she found out that he snuck out in the middle of the night. He had planned on just talking to the girl, to try and get back some of the lost ground from before when he had told her about being a synth, he certainly didn't expect that they would end up sleeping with one another. Nat was right though, lying together even under the scratchy blanket was nice. He didn’t want to go back to Home Plate just yet.

"She's going to be mad either way," Shaun shuffled closer to her, his hand moved from fixing her hair back under the covers to stroke down her shoulder and her back, "I want to stay here with you."

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Nat kept her eyes closed despite the irritation of the secret; sure, he might call it a surprise, but it seemed a lot more sinister when she couldn’t even be allowed to look. When finally he let her hands move, the girl took in the area with a surprised blink. (Alright, maybe it was a bit of a surprise, then). 

“You… cleared this place out just for us?” She’d heard of the small park but hadn’t gone, herself, at any point because of the danger. Though she could handle herself well enough, Nat tried to avoid taking such blatant risks that Piper might have. 

“…” For a moment, she was at a loss for words. Yet again, Shaun proved that he was definitely too good for her. She couldn’t even reciprocate the amount of attention and dedication he put into such things… And yet he continued to be sweet anyways. 

“You need to work on your pick-up lines.” A blush had tinted her cheeks, and the attempted dismissal had only been finished a moment before she leaned over and pecked his cheek. “But… this was sweet of you.” 

"Yeah!" Shaun nodded and looked around the park with pride, they had the bus as their space but he knew that Nat liked to go out beyond the City's walls to explore and having a secure place where they could spend time together was too tempting. Shaun lowered his head, bashful as Nat kissed his cheek, "Oh.. oh, thank you."

"Come on," Shaun took Nat's hand and guided her to the rug, tugging her down to sit beside him. He leant over and opened the two lunchboxes, taking out the two sandwiches wrapped in grease proof paper and handing one to Nat.

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                             With most of the synths resettled, Eliana had found herself spending more and more time in Sanctuary. It had made her realize how few people in the small settlement she actually knew, Laura’s son included. That was what had pushed her to approach his workbench curiously, peering at the project he was busy tinkering with. From what she’d heard from Laura, the kid was pretty damn brilliant for his age.

                             ❝ What’s up, Shaun? What are you working on today? ❞ she inquired, giving a nod to the scattered bits and pieces on the table in front of him.  

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Shaun jumped at Eliana's sudden appearance in front of him causing him to glance his fingers with the tip of his soldering iron. The boy yelped and stuck the fingers in his mouth and put the soldering iron aside on the workbench to avoid touching it again while it was still hot.

"Hello Miss Tyler," he mumbled as he quickly shook his left hand to try and stop it from throbbing. It was not an overly happy greeting from the boy due to the fright, it was probably partially his fault for not being aware of his surroundings but he couldn’t help the small scowl; the iron hurt. Laura had introduced him to the woman in passing and he had seen her at dinner sometimes of a Sunday but the two hadn't really talked, "I was working on a new chipboard for something I'm making for my Mom."