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One Final Night ↠ Hancock x Reader

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » Suggestive ➼ Genre » Romantic, Slight Angst?, Pinning

Magnolia's voice rang sweetly over the light chatter of the bar, never overpowering it but not being drowned out either. She always had a way of matching her volume to her environment, and you adored her for it.

There was a time when you'd entered the Third Rail and could still hear the singer's voice clearly, even if you couldn't hear your own. Her pitch was something to marvel at, and you applauded the talent it takes.

Tonight was no different as you once again sat at the bar, drink in hand, as you watched the woman perform.

"It's quite the number, isn't it?" Hancock's voice intruded, shattering that once tranquil feeling you were feeling.

You sighed in response, turning to face your glass again, "She never has a bad one." You said, twirling your drink in a sorrowfully dramatic way.

"Why I like her so much." He grinned, tapping his rugged fingers against the countertop, "What is that? Rum? Let me buy you one." He offered, gesturing to the dark liquor you cradled in front of you.

"I'm not here for you, Hancock." You stated firmly.

"I get it, you're here for the merc, don't mean I can't buy you a drink."

You sighed. If there was one thing you hated about Goodneighbor, it was how weak you were for the town's mayor. One look was all it ever took for you to fall back into his arms. It was pathetic, really.

"Just don't get ahead of yourself." You muttered, and before you knew it, he had waved Charlie over and was sliding you yet another glass.

You did this every time you visited. Relapsed back into his embrace - back into his bed, just as you promised yourself you wouldn't.

There was a period when you had done everything in your power to avoid the place, but your life always seemed to lead you back to those neon lights hanging just outside the old beaten door. There was always something that forced you to come back.

It was unavoidable at this point. Even when you told yourself you were only going to stay long enough to hire MacCready for a job you had down at Parson's Asylum, you still ended up sitting down at the bar and ordering a drink. And it was all for the inevitable appearance of the mayor. Your one, unbeatable addiction.

You should've left. You couldn't keep sleeping around with the Mayor. You had a kid somewhere out in the Commonwealth. This wasn't the time to be making out with a corpse any time you happened to be in the area. But there had always been something about Hancock that made you break. No matter how much you hated the way he made you feel, or how you hated to lead him on, everything you built up within yourself shattered the moment your eyes met his own.

So, it didn't surprise you when you found yourself pressed up against the outside brick of the Old State House. Your legs wrapped tightly around Hancock's torso as he deepened the kiss.

"Mmm, Sunshine..." He groaned, "I'd do this with you every day if I could."

You snickered at his words before putting your finger to his lips, stopping him from trailing kisses all along your neck. "I bet you say that to everyone." You teased, slowly moving your finger down from its place in his mouth.

"Just you, sweetheart," He grinned, going to nip at the lobe of your ear. After a slight pause, he whispered, "...I love you." Then continued right back to what he was doing before.

You placed your hand down quickly onto his chest, stopping him briefly, "You can't say that." You muttered.

It was only loud enough for him to hear, and your heart broke a bit at the sight of his face dropping because of it, but whatever it was he felt was quickly pushed away as he regained himself once again.

"Sorry, honey..." He spoke, "Got… carried away."

You shot him an apologetic smile at the sound of the slight pang in his voice. You felt horrible, but your guilt was quickly diminished as his rough lips found their way back down to the spot under your jaw.

His motions were still filled with passion, but a different kind. It felt slower - more sincere. Like he was really trying to prove something to you. That this wasn't just another night for him. That you were more than just a one-night stand. That he truly did love you.

"Take it upstairs, Hancock!" One of the triggermen shouted after turning the corner and witnessing the lude display.

"Heh, I'm going, I'm going!" He called back, hooking his arm around the bottom of your legs and shouldering the doors open roughly.

The dusty atmosphere of the Old State House was.. something, you supposed. It definitely carried that historical weight the ghoul seemed to like so much. You, however, couldn't help but cough a little at the fast change in air quality. The place smelt like a college dorm party was held in Washington's basement. It was unique in its own right, but the cigarette smoke that drenched parts of the place definitely wasn't the healthiest to breathe in.

Despite your gripes, you giggled drunkenly the whole time you were being carried, clinging around his neck as he stumbled up the winding stairs. A small smile flashed across his own face at the sight of you so giddy in his arms and that previous pang of guilt returned to haunt you.

You held onto him tighter for support as he roughly kicked open the doors to his room. It didn't take him long before he was tossing you onto one of his velvet couches, bouncing a bit from the impact.

You grinned up at him excitedly as you watched him shoulder off his coat and undo a few of his buttons. You had to admit, you'd miss the sight of him like this. Even if this was the last time you ever planned on doing this, you couldn't help but adore the firm and gentle ways he touched you. And, as the rustic doors finally swung shut behind the both of you, you felt a certain sadness start to grow at this being your last night with him.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fallout 4 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Hancock/Nick Valentine/Original Female Character(s), John Hancock/Sole Survivor/Nick Valentine Characters: John Hancock (Fallout), Nick Valentine, Dogmeat (Fallout), Female Sole Survivor, Sole Survivor (Fallout), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Ghoul Sex, Synth Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Angst and Feels, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Robot Sex, Sorry Not Sorry, POV Alternating, Jealousy, First Time, Size Difference, Flashbacks Series: Part 1 of The Machine Summary:

Aina has been with Hancock for months now, and she's happy, but she still can't stop thinking about Nate... and feeling like she's betraying her boyfriend by thinking about her late husband. And then she overhears Hancock second-guessing himself and whether he deserves to be with a woman like her, and she'd do anything to change his mind. Somehow, one thing leads to another, and of course he's high, and she finds herself smack-dab between him and Nick. Can a Gen 2.5 synth even--?

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Jealousy (Danse x f!Sole)

A/N: Aww, I love you too! Hope you like it, took me a while but I wanted to get this right. Happy Valentine’s day!

As soon as he had seen the settlement appear in the distance, Danse had felt the sense of dread creeping up on him. During their time in the commonwealth wilderness, he had aided Sole in helping some good people, but they had been out there for too long without a decent night’s sleep. He felt exhausted but nevertheless… he hated returning to the settlement. Sleeping in a safer place was definitely preferable to a make-do resting place with shifts to stay on guard, but the safer option also brought along a randomized bunch of followers. People who did not understand the Brotherhood ways and even littered with those insisting on Sole’s life in danger through their reckless behavior. And Danse just knew who Sole was going to go talk to first. And she had… the worst of all was currently laughing it up with Sole, once more.

Danse was side-eyeing Deacon and Sole. He didn’t know why Sole ever bothered to trust a pathological liar but she refused to call him anything less than her best friend. Danse couldn’t shake the thought that there was more going on. There was a familiarity when they spoke to each other, the way they … fist-bumped each other? It seemed code for something else entirely, he attempted not to even think of its true meaning. And that was not counting the nicknames they gave each other. Death bunnies… it both underlined what had to be a hidden relationship and the botched personality of her suitor. He looked at her, arms crossed, as she laughed at something Deacon said. Danse couldn’t help but smile himself every time he saw her smile. She looked so beautiful when she did… it never seized to make his heart skip a beat when she did. But whenever she smiled because of Deacon he snapped out of it fast. Remembering it wasn’t him that managed to make her smile but him. Deacon didn’t deserve her. Not that he considered himself much better but seeing them together made him feel like his insides knotted together, like something hrabbed his heart and wrung it. He didn’t want to see them but he couldn’t look away. His ridiculous devil-may-care attitude seemed to appeal more to her than his own personality… and in a way he understood that. He loved her own non-conformist way of behaving, following her own morals, instincts rather than rules. He couldn’t imagine was it was like to feel so comfortable doing that, but he did know  that being around her made the unknown, the unpredictability of her actions exhillerating. He snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Sole’s face shifting expressions. She looked a bit flustered at the prankster… Danse would’ve looked away but he noticed Deacon started to laugh and looked his way, pointing a finger in his direction. He practically yelled “Him? Seriously?” Before Danse knew it Deacon was walking towards him with Sole behind him frantically trying to stop him in his tracks. “Deacon don’t you fucking dare.” “ Oh, watch me.” Deacon looked highly amused and Danse braced himself. He couldn’t imagine getting along with the man even if he weren’t obviously hiding something. “ Well well if it isn’t our favourite tin can man. Found a heart yet? “ Danse stood up straight, using his physical presence to intimidate him. It clearly wasn’t working in the slightest. “ You certainly opt to use big words for someone with so few braincells left.” Danse retorted. “ Oh, they’re too difficult? Allow me to spell them out for ya.” Sole pushed Deacon aside. “That’s enough, cut it out Deacon.” “ Well, you’re the boss. One with a secret. But don’t worry, this one is too used to taking orders to think for himself. I bet he still hasn’t even figured out what this is about.” Danse got a little flustered, looking at Sole. Deacon was right, he had no idea what it was about. What was going on in the first place. “ At least I am no unguided projectile.” “ Now that’s true. You’re indeed no fun. Predictable. See Sole, I’d have gotten it if you had a thing for Nick or even MacCready but this one? ” Deacon rolled his eyes. “ Deacon. Shut. Up.” He raised his hands “ All right Sole, your wish is my… strong recommendation. Just watch your back around this one.” “ Says the man who dabbles in rebellion, false identities and subterfuge.” “ Hah, false identities huh? Looks who’s talking.” Sole hissed his name once more, a warning tone indicating it was time for him to leave. “ Fine. That last one might have been a bit much. I’ll leave you to it Sole, but I’d think this through first if I were you.” He looked at Danse. “Take good care of her or I will find you.” Deacon left again, allowing Danse and Sole a moment alone. He wasn’t sure whether he ought to ask her what all that was about in the first place… it would only underline that he was indeed less capable of taking social cues than him. “ Danse… do you know what he was getting at?” Danse got flustered once more as he shook his head. “ No I do not, unfortunately.” “ Can we… talk somewhere more private?” Sole asked, looking a little bit nervous herself. It somehow soothed him, knowing he wasn’t the only one who didn’t feel entirely at ease. “ Of course.” Danse scraped his throat and started to speak to her. “ We seem to share a sentiment, him and I. Neither of us enjoys seeing you with the other.” “ No kidding.” Sole muttered. “ Sometimes I wonder why you two can’t just get over it already. Deacon’s my best friend, he isn’t gonna go anywhere and you’re…” Danse felt the familiar sense of gloom creeping up on him. He filled in the gap with various possibilities ‘less important’, ‘inferior’.  Sole opened the door to her private quarters and let him go in first.  She closed the door and looked at him. “ Danse I…” “ There’s something I want to say first.” He gathered up his courage to say something in case this would be the moment where Sole dismissed him. No matter how much it would hurt him if she did, he needed to warn her first. Sole nodded and sat down on her desk. It always had amused him how she would sit there rather than on her chair when talking to him. She said she did it to feel less small in comparison to him. “  I understand that you and Deacon have a special bond, and that it seems to be growing but I must urge you to be careful around him. He may not have wronged you yet but he is a spy, a liar. He cannot be trusted. Of course I have no say in your romantic decisions but… just watch yourself. Especially if I can’t.” Sole looked more confused than ever. “ What are  you talking about? What’s that about if I can’t?” “ Deacon and I simply do not see eye to eye and we most likely never will. You have chosen him as your romantic companion. I understand that you made your choice and…” “ Woah, hold up. I am not sending either of you away that’s one. Second; do you think that me and Deacon are…” “ You laugh at his jokes, you seek him out…” Sole laughed. “ Danse… of course I do. He’s my best friend, he’s got my back. You already know all the shenanigans we’ve gotten into. But me and Deacon are not dating. He’s like a véry sarcastic brother to me. Hell, he’s got a thing for someone else actually, and so do I. That’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Danse’s eyes widened. “ Deacon is interested in me in that way?” Sole laughed. “No. He isn’t. Allow me to clarify.” She stood on the chair beside her desk to get up high enough and kissed Danse. “ I am interested in you in that way. But if you prefer Deacon..” Danse kissed her again, wanting to regain the feeling of warmth and just utter happiness it granted him. “ You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Sole.” She smiled. “ Even though I am an unguided projectile who can’t take orders as well?” Sole looked at her with pure love in his eyes, brushing some hair out of her face. “ Yes. I always knew there was something missing from my life. Now I've found it.”

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Escapee ↠ Oswald x Reader

➼ Word Count » 1.3k ➼ Warnings » Mentions of slavery ➼ Genre » Romantic, Hurt/Comfort?

You'd almost forgotten how light your neck felt when the collar wasn't on. Even though you weren't free, you still felt incredibly liberated. Just standing there with no bomb attached to your head reminded you of how it felt to exist before your capture.

You stared silently at the Operator who had taken it off for a moment to check for any malfunctions in the device. They hardly ever took the collars off, and this would most likely be the only moment you'd ever have away from the devilish instrument that kept you locked in captivity. So, you did your best to enjoy it while it lasted.

It'd been so long since you'd felt the wind, that you couldn't help but drift your eyes toward the beaten path it was blowing towards. It led to somewhere in the park and, although you knew it'd be dangerous, the slight chance of freedom felt better than spending the rest of your life as a slave, and your inclination to follow it fueled your mind the longer you stared at it.

For a moment you just sat there, trying to build up the courage to run before they slapped the bomb back around your head. You didn't want to live the rest of your life doing nothing but work and be humiliated, and you'd never get another opportunity like this. So, when the raider wasn't looking, you stood and began sprinting straight down the dusty road.

Your heart rate increased dramatically as the angry shouts and bullets flew past your head, a few of their shots even hitting you, and, if it weren't for the adrenaline that flooded your veins, you were certain the pain would've caused you to hit the ground.

After a minute of chasing you, you noticed they'd all stopped their pursuit catching you.

It didn't matter, though. Those stupidly colorful gates were just in the distance, and you desperately wanted to cross the threshold and get away from them.

You had found it a little odd that they'd given up on you so quickly after your escape, but after spending a few minutes wandering into the kid-ish enclosure, you discovered why.

Your shoulders slumped when you spotted the ferals. The disappointment mixed with the bleeding from the bits of metal lodged into your limbs caused you to faint, and you seemed to accept whatever it was that would come to you.

It wasn't like you had the energy or drive to move any farther than this anyway. You didn't even have a home to go back to.

You hit the ground heavily, the air escaping your lungs as you lay there in the dirt, unable to do anything but pray that you somehow survived the predicament you'd placed yourself in.

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"Hey, kid, wake up."

Your eyes started to flutter open at the voice. You winced when you felt the sharp pain in your leg pulsing throughout your body, but you were grateful that it kept you from falling back asleep again.

Your hand came up to cradle your forehead as you started to sit up. You squinted at your surroundings for a moment, desperate to find spot anything that you could recognize before your gaze met with those of the glowing green man squatting beside you.

You jumped back a bit at the sight. You'd seen a Glowing One a few times before, but never this close, and the ones you'd seen were always feral.

"Where... am I?" You asked, sitting up a bit straighter on the dusty brown couch.

"My old theatre." He responded, his small black pupils searching you for any fear or hostility, but the most he found was confusion. "Are you alright? You're a slave, aren't you?"

"You're not planning on taking me back, are you?" You questioned, bringing your knees up to your chest to try and comfort yourself.

You had to admit, that you were finding yourself a bit overwhelmed at the striking unfamiliarity of your situation. Not only have you never been in a 'theatre', but you also can't recall a time you've ever spoken to a ghoul. Scary.

Your arm brushed the scratchy white bandages that were strictly wrapped around your calf and, as you peered down at it you felt a growing sense of safety. Surely, he wouldn't help you out if he wanted to harm you? Or, at least that's what you hoped.

"No, no, my dear, you're safe here... I don't mean to frighten you."

"I'm sorry," You began, apologetically, "It's nothing against you... I-"

"You're fine." He quickly interrupted, "I understand how you must feel."

He stared at you for a beat longer before ending it off with, "You're welcome to stay for as long as you need. I'll clear out the underground areas for you to leave safely if you decide to go. Just make that decision within the week."

You only nodded, looking curiously around at the posters that littered the walls and the show lights that still seemed to work after all the time that'd passed.

"Yeah... thanks."

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You had shaped the backstage room of King Cola's Court into a comfortable area for you to reside in. Despite the obvious dangers that lurked outside and the knowledge that your captives were just around the corner, you had decided to stay. Stupid, sure, but you liked it here, and you hadn't anyone else to go home to, so you figured you'd make the most out of what you were given.

"Oswald?" You called, stepping hesitantly into the extensive seating area that covered the theatre floors.

You didn't actually know if the ghoul was here or not, you had just made it a habit to ask after all the times he popped up out of the blue and scared you half to death. Not intentionally, you didn't think, but it frightened you nonetheless.

Green smoke flooded your vision as the magician appeared before you, gripping your hands caringly as you coughed.

"What are you doing out here, my dear? You have to be more cautious of my friends, they're drawn to voices."

"I know," You replied, "I wouldn't harm them."

"It's not you harming them that I'm worried about." He mused, snaking his arm around your shoulder as he guided you up toward the stage, still covered in the blinding lights of show biz.

He sighed, sliding a coat over your shoulders and accessories across your body, "Darling, it truly is a shame the former world never got to see you."

You giggled when he spun you, adoring the way the lights bathed and blinded you at the same time.

"Please, you know I don't have the personality for these things."

He shook his head, "Wouldn't have needed it. I knew many people who lived life on the stage without being outgoing."

You hummed in thought as he dipped you down, his arms still secure around your waist, "Maybe backstage."

He let out an amused breath as he pulled you back up, "Perhaps." Was all he said before taking your hands in his and guiding you around the stage again in one of those dramatic old-world dances he seemed to like so much.

You never understood them, let alone got the hang of what to do with your feet, but he had a way of directing that allowed you the freedom to do whatever it was you felt was natural, while he did the actual dance.

Either way, being a clumsy dancer would always be better than the life you used to live in Nuka-Town. One day you hoped to move, or, at the very least, find a way to run the gangs out, but for now, you were happy to reside peacefully in Kiddie Kingdom's Castle.

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New Home ↠ Wiseman x Reader

➼ Word Count » 1.1k ➼ Warnings » none ➼ Genre » Romantic

Diamond City hadn't ever been particularly cruel to you. The residents welcomed you with open arms and friendly smiles, beckoning you further into their fair city, and you followed. You graciously accepted the empty bed they offered, and the rent it cost. Anything was better than sleeping in a stained sleeping bag out in the waste, so who were you to complain?

You integrated with them easily, taking up a job and finally being able to make something of your life.

It felt nice being able to go to something you found so familiar. You never imagined that you'd ever miss the feeling of waking up early and heading off to work. Nothing beats the nostalgia you felt when you followed that same gruelingly familiar path you'd acted out so many times before. You missed your life and all the pains that came with it.

Piper had taken a liking to you early on. Whether it be because you helped get her back into the grand settlement or because you were a gold mine of content for her news stories. Either way, she made it a habit of following you around. Any chance she got, she was by your side, asking you questions and offering to buy you drinks. So, when she caught wind of the ghost stories surrounding The Slog, it wasn't a surprise you were the first she went to tell. Which is what you are doing there now. Investigating. Going to see for yourself if the myths whispered about it were true or not.

You'd only been here for a day but, you didn't think it was so bad. At least not as bad as how you'd heard it being described. It was peaceful, and the ghouls who resided here were kinder than most.

"Not sleeping? Don't tell me we scare you." Wiseman teased, slowly approaching where you sat cross-legged on the side of the pool.

You turned to face him in surprise when you heard his voice echo lightly off the concrete. "No, no! It's nothing like that." You promised, watching as he moved to sit beside you, "It's just hard to find nights like this."

The moon glowered brightly, illuminating as much as it could reach in the ever-darkening sky above. It had to have been late by now, and as you glanced down at your pip-boy you noticed that it was, in fact, 12:29.

You would've been leaving the bar around this time. At least on Friday, you would be. Now look at you. Sitting at the edge of a pool, surrounded by radiation and faces you never would've met if it weren't for the bombs. A part of you felt a weird sense of joy. Despite all the suffering and pain the war had rained down on you and the family you once had, you found it hard to claim that it was all negative.

"It's hard to beat." He spoke softly, following your gaze to the sky. "It's one of the reasons I like it out here so much. Closer to nature and all. You don't hardly get things like that in Goodneighbor. It's all too deep in the city."

"I don't blame you."

A comfortable silence filled the air between you as you both continued to stare at the sky. Well, you continued to stare up at the sky. Wiseman sent subtle glances in your direction throughout most of it.

"Isn't that mine?" He asked, tugging lightly at the coat you wrapped around yourself.

"Ah, well, yeah..." You trailed off, slightly embarrassed that you were caught wearing his clothes. "You can have it back if you want. I just didn't have anything else to put on."

He breathed out an amused breath, "Keep it. Fits you better anyway."

"Ar-Are you sure? I don't want to take anything away from you guys... it was just the first thing I saw."

"I'm sure." He said, continuing to smile, "I don't use it much anymore anyway. You'd get better use out of it."

You nodded, looking away from him and down at the tarberries growing in the pool.

"Why'd you decide to come here, anyway? Don't imagine many people hold us in high regard."

You shrugged, "A friend mentioned it. Besides, it was about time for me to hit the road again. The city gets suffocating after a while."

He chuckled in response, leaving a warm feeling to spread across your body at the sound.

"You're from Diamond City, aren't you?"

You nodded, shifting your body slightly. You doubted they saw the settlement in a positive light and it worried you that he may look down on you for staying there.

Wiseman hummed, "It's a fine place to live."

"Yeah, I think so."

The silence between the two of you didn't last long as he rested his calloused hand on the side of your face, gently pulling your gaze back onto his own. His mouth contorted into a subtle smile before slowly pulling you closer, not stopping until his lips met your own.

"Don't be a stranger." He muttered to you as he pulled away, "The Slog is as much your home as it is mine."

"Yeah.. thanks." You spoke quietly, staring stupidly at the ghoul as you did your best to will your heart rate down.

He let out an amused huff at your expression before turning to stare at the sky again. Somewhere in the middle of that, he'd managed to snake his arm around your shoulders and rub at them tenderly, still sensing how cold you were.

You leaned yourself into him at the action, appreciating the warmth he provided as you continued to admire the nature The Slog presented to you. The atmosphere left you in just as much of a trance as the ghoul beside you did.

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Gorski Cabin ↠ MacCready x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » You and MacCready have to get a little closer than usual when stopping at a cabin you found on your way to Sanctuary.

"God, it reeks in here,"

"Yeah, well there's a corpse over there." You pointed to the body as he followed you into the wrecked cabin.

The sun started to set quick as the two of you tried navigating your way from Diamond City back to Sanctuary, forcing you both to stop at the nearest structure or risk getting lost in the dark.

“It’s kinda cramped in here. Hope you don’t mind sleeping close to one another.”

“N-no, it doesn’t bother me.” He stammered, a little flustered at the idea.

You nodded, “Good. I call sleeping on the far side of that body.”

He rolled his eyes, moving toward it, “Here, I’ll move it since you keep crying.”

“Can it, RJ, it freaks you out too.”

The ugly turquoise beams that kept the ceiling from falling inward threatened to shatter in on themselves as they wavered and groaned above you. Being in there was fear-inducing, but way safer than sleeping outside if you counted the amount of ghouls you both encountered on your way up that hill. The cabin wouldn't be all that bad if it weren't for the locked basement door that clung hauntingly against the ground. You stared at it for a minute before hesitantly going to kick at it. Its sturdy metal latch beckoned you to crawl down and eventually, you found yourself patting down your pockets for bobby pins.

“Welp, I found a bomb in the basement," You announced, climbing back up the ladder, "but I cleaned it up and we should be good to sleep here for the night now.”

“Comforting.” He retorted, "We should start heading to bed soon if we want to leave early in the morning. I'll take the first watch."

“What, this place freaking you out?” You teased, coming to take your place on the floor beside him.

“Yes, actually,” He spoke, sitting crisscross on the floor, “this whole area is strange, so lay down so we can leave sooner.”

You let out a humorous breath as you went to take your place on the floor beside him, unrolling your sleeping bag as you went.

"This has been fun," You muttered tiredly, "we should do this again sometime."

"What? Travel?" He questioned, holding his gun firmly against him as he stared down at where you were laying on the ground.

You nodded, "Yeah, we work well together."

A light blush dusted his face as he rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever, now close your eyes, we can't both be exhausted in the morning."

He watched as your chest rose and fell peacefully as you drifted further into sleep. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he liked being around you. It reminded him of how much he missed being close to someone—to have someone to care about, and he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything.

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World On Fire ↠ MacCready x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Sole takes MacCready to the roof of a building to watch the sunrise.

“Hey uh, why’er we all the way up here again?” Mac asked as the two of you neared the top of the faded city building.

You shrugged, glancing back at the sniper, “Just wanted to see the Commonwealth from higher up, I guess.”

The dark Boston sky swallowed most things into its deep ink-colored void, although nowadays you could spot a few more stars starting to peek out from behind the dreaded curtains from the years of declining light pollution. Most of the scavers here would disagree with the idea that the Commonwealth was just as beautiful as it was before the war, but there was something so sorrowfully charming about the collapsed city that still somehow managed to stand before you.

"Are you sure it's safe being this high? I think I feel the floors swaying."

"Stop moaning, we're not even that high up yet." You retorted playfully, slowing to walk beside your companion.

"I'm just saying, maybe there's a reason we haven't found anything hostile yet." He spoke, gripping his rifle in his hands in case anything decided to jump out at the two of you as you went.

You were desperate to keep him in step behind you, however, he was right, the stairs threatened to cave inward at every step either of you took and the walls almost didn't exist. There was hardly anything holding this building up, but you didn't want that to stop you. Glancing up through the holes in the floors above you, you could spot a glimpse of the moon. Its pale features shone down through the cracks of the crumbling tower, beckoning both of you upward, and who were you to deny it?

You took in a deep breath once the two of you finally made it to the top, the harsh wind slashing at your lungs as you did so. Staring out at the murky ocean water and the heavily damaged roads made you feel reborn. You were staring out into a world you've seen so many times before and yet none of it was familiar. Sometimes you forgot that this place used to be your home. Every aspect of the city seemed to have shifted in some way after the bombs dropped.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? The Commonwealth."

MacCready moved to stand next to you, taking a moment to gaze out at the sight before replying, "Gonna be honest with you, boss, I don't see it." He pulled out a broken cigarette, lighting it before continuing, "I just see a bunch of suffering people."

"I guess so." You muttered out, crouching down to sit on the ground, dangling your feet off the edge as you looked out. "But people suffer in every timeline."

"Careful on the edge there," MacCready warned, coming up to sit cross-legged next to you. "We didn't really come all the way up here to look at this place, did we? We could've done this on the ground."

You nudged him with your shoulder when you saw the glowing orange start to drain into the black sky, "But look!"

The sun rose slowly, illuminating more and more as it moved. That was another familiarity that bleed in from the pre-war world. A thing that anyone, anywhere, at any time could recognize. It glared down at the buildings, casting their long shadows across the ruined town, positioned in such a way where it felt like everything here belonged—that it wasn't all a huge mistake from the past.

"Watching that wouldn't be the same on the ground." MacCready rolled his eyes at your statement, a faint smile making its way onto his face.

The world might’ve been on fire, but as long as Mac was a part of it, you wouldn't have had it any other way. You felt his body stiffen as you placed your head on his shoulder. Exhaling lightly, you stared out at the chaotic scenes that played out below you. The regular occurrences of the Boston Commons were frightening but familiar, and you almost found yourself appreciating the consistencies of the area every day. It was getting harder and harder to find, and this world was slowly becoming more like a home.