Scribe Anita McNamara leaves her home behind as the NCR pushes the BOS out of their territory. Elder Arthur Maxson has built himself an empire that spans multiple cities along the east coast in 2289. As their lives become intertwined, they learn an important lesson: getting there isn't the hard part, the hard part is letting go...

Eris liked to play the philosopher, the jester, the degenerate, but she knew very little about who she really was or what her purpose was supposed to be. What begins as an opportunity to play with something larger than herself quickly unfolds into a journey of self-discovery and maturity.

The concluding series wherein love has no boundaries, hope has no limit, and one's circumstance does not define their ability for change. The final installment following the previous sequels Submerged and Eulogy. Rated for explicit sexual content, graphic violence, and language.

As the Old World falls in the wake of nuclear armageddon, each country is broken in its own way, but Britain stands. ( Rated M for you-know-what reasons. Story is set in the same world as Fallout: The Dominion )

Everything's been taken from me. My home. My wife. I didn't expect to get frozen and wake up two hundred years in the future. But now... someone's taken my son. And someone's going to pay. AN: Currently being rewritten.

To see the world in a grain of sand and an eternity in an hour. To hold infinity in the palm of your hand and your love a mighty tower. Man is born of both joy and woe and when known, through the world we shall go. Every night & morn, new sorrows are born. Misery & sweet delight granted to those that fight. Through fading light & shadows dim perhaps one day she shall return to him.

A world without war. When one love ends, the other begins.

A young woman raised in Vault 101 tries to understand the strange world she finds herself in and her place in it, together with her unusual friend.

this is just a Piper bashing, killing frenzy, Nate and Cait fuck fest. Please leave comments if you see grammar errors or if you like it, I want this fic and my next fic to be good. If you want to know what mods and creation club kits I'm using leave a comment or DM me. Lemon chapters have been labeled to help pervs like me.

Read as the people of Vault 117 struggle to restore civilization to the irradiated wasteland of the southern United States. And of the epic adventures of those people, and the rise of a new nation to challenge the chaos of the apocalypse, and the forgotten terrors and tragedies of the Old World. Welcome... to the Lone Star Wasteland.

A recounting of tall tales and more with the Capital Wasteland's favorite son: The Lone Wanderer

There is a monster lurking under the Capital Wasteland, a beast of nightmares, a dragon of the Old World. This is the story of that monster, of his days in the sunlight, of his reign of terror beneath the earth, of his encounter with the Lone Wanderer, and what happened after. Brace yourself for the worst, for this is the story of Dr Stanislaus Braun.

After a months long journey across the radioactive remains of America, the Lone Wanderer and the Courier have made it to the Mojave. Can the Wanderer leave the road behind her and find a family in Goodsprings? And what awaits the Courier in this desert he calls home? Part 3 of Frontier Dreaming and sequel to Shattered Illusions.

Vulpes Inculta was the son of his tribe's war chief. When the Legion arrived, they had murdered all who opposed them, including his betrothed, the daughter of the chieftain. Or so he thought. Courier Six, amnesiac, is searching for answers with nothing but clues to a tribal origin. Craig Boone is a sad puppy, as usual. Love Triangle: Female Courier/Vulpes Inculta/Craig Boone.

"If you don't take a temperature, you can't find a fever." A collection of stories chronicling the vagaries of Urban EMS in post-apocalyptic Vegas; the people, the ethics, the medicine, and the dirty politics that let it all happen. Everything is fair game

Before the bombs dropped she was a rising star in the music world, and a role model for little girls. After the war quickly came to an end on that fateful October day, Melissa Best has to pick up the irradiated pieces, in a new America.

It is never easy being kicked from your Vault, but how about adapting to a new world? Struggles fall upon all when you are faced with adversity, over-coming them is challenging. And adapting to the peculiarities are going to either build or break a character. Follow Muna as she explores the Capital Wasteland. Update: Has been changed to an M rating, just in case.

Vault tech was not the only company, others were scooting under their radar and not out for the blood of their clients as well as profit. Some of the decedents of one seed bunker are out and about with their Wasteland guardians. Looking for resources or, in this case, crops and other seed vaults. Please don't sass about the bow, those arrows are no joke.

POV: You're the raider.

"Daddy!" she beamed at him, bruised cheek and split lip be damned. "Guess what? I did a push up!" Amata snorted. "You fell down the last step of the second floor stairs." "But I had to use my arms to push myself back up so… you know, close enough."

The Lone Wanderer has made his way North to Boston. After a BoS recon mission to the Ration Stockpile gone wrong the LW finds himself and the remainder of his team stranded in the foreign wastes. Cut off from the greater BoS he is forced to keep his team alive and return them safely back to the Prydwen. M for Violence/Language.

"Commonwealth. Oktober 2287. Das tägliche Überleben? Schwierig. Raider und andere Gefahren setzten den normalen Leuten täglich mehr zu. Gerüchte über das Institut, das Leute entführte und sie gegen synthetische Ebenbilder ersetzte, machten die Runde. Angst war ein täglicher Begleiter. Würde sich das je im Commonwealth ändern?"

Lillian Parker had the nightmare again. The sirens blaring. Running up the hill to the vault. People shouting and crying. The enormous nuclear blast. Her husband shouting. A gunshot and blood. Her baby crying then fading away. And she couldn't do a thing about it. (Repost of deleted fic formerly called 'Lillian of the Commonwealth')

This story will involve Mark Andrews, my Sole Survivor from Fallout 4. Some things will differentiate from normal Fallout canon. It will involve topics, characters, etc from Fallout, 3, 4 and New Vegas. Will try to update bi-weekly or weekly, however this may be prone to change. More information is in the first chapter. Hope you guys enjoy. Comments and reviews are appreciated.

Lorraine Beckett was never meant for her suburban life, never felt it was deserved of her, yet she was given it all and more. On THAT day it would all be ripped away, and she would be left with her anger, hatred, and skills she thought long forgotten. Yes, she was made for this world. The woman out of time, made for this hell, but there's a certain mercenary she didn't expect...