A few days ago, I read a pre-war fanfic that I absolutely loved, and I wanted to make a fanart inspired by it, including some of the key elements of the story, like the books and Steveās relapses.
āØIf you want the fanfic, I should warn you that it's in Spanish, but you can easily use a translator.āØ
Thank you, Chaskaf for that beautiful fanfic!
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in 76, the farthest urban building on the map from the vault is a large high school next to the endgame trading post. it's lined with gun cabinets and ammo, with an armory near the library
every kid in west virginia's high school of the future was staring at assault rifles in glass cases all day
it's a joyless, cutting joke drawn out through wordless halls to make you wince and squirm. rare oh jeez moment for a game that usually isn't half as punchy or dark
Can we get a Cooper Howard x female reader fic where reader is in an abusive marriage and he helps her leave (by any means necessary)? Need him to get violent and defensive over me -swoon- and of course they end up together?
Thank you in advance!!
Hi my dear !
That's a good idea, i try to make something =) Let's go.
Pre-war/ Divorced Cooper/ Cooper x f!reader.
Warning : Abusive mariage/ violences/ injuries.
Ask for Cooper Howard is OPEN
- I'm divorced.
What luck.
She looked around, as if arguing with him was a crime punishable by death. There was nothing wrong with that, though: Cooper had been her friend throughout her adolescence and they had lost touch until this filming. What a strange coincidence that fate decided to put him on her path again.
Him, so charming and luminous while she had decided to join the darkness.
- I don't know if you can call that luck.
She jumps. Damn, had she said those words out loud? Red comes to her face as she completely drinks her glass of champagne, pouring out apologies.
- It's not. No. I didn't mean such a thing. Really, I'm sorry. And don't think I'm unhappy with my husband, it's just that.
- You are here.
His voice made his blood run cold. A bit like every time she emerged behind his back. He was a shadow always lurking behind her, even when she couldn't see him. A shadow that terrified her. Had he seen it? Had he seen the mask of terror settle on her face? Had he noticed everything she tried to hide behind her long-sleeved dress in the middle of summer? He understood, by discovering this man, what was going on in his life.
- Oh, you're good, Travis. She said, trying to hide the hint of panic that distorted her voice. I guess you remember Cooper. We went to high school together and I now work with him on set.
His silence was worse than a sentence. He looked at Cooper with an undisguised desire to drag you away from him. But as usual, Travis, your perfect little husband, knew how to play his role perfectly in public.
- Y/N told me so much about you. I've seen your films, you know? I find you brilliant.
He had grabbed her hand and she had guessed the grimace that her husband was trying to hide. Cooper, for his part, had a glint in his eyes that she didn't know existed, a glint resembling anger. - Likewise, Travis. She is full of praise for you. It was totally false.
He had just discovered her husband's identity and the only thing he could have seen during the early stages of filming was how important it was for her to finish on time. How important it was that we didn't see her smiling in any public photos, or even her own shadow. How important it was that she was invisible.
- I think Y/N and I are going home, right, darling? She nodded automatically: it was the only thing she was allowed to do when he gave her an order and her hand gripped his arm so tightly that a grimace of pain tied her mouth.
- We hadn't finished our discussion.
No one around them suspected what was going on, there, in the middle of the large gala hall in which the producer had decided to give a reception. It was going to turn into a fiasco, soon, if they continued to stare at each other like two animals ready to devour each other.
- It's finished. Darling. We're going back.
She wanted to protest. Telling him that she wanted to stay with Cooper and continue to be herself. Simply live. But she didn't have the strength, at no time had she had the courage to say no, to take her things and leave. Which made her, in his eyes, more worthless than she had ever been. Her eyes met Cooper's, and she hoped she wasn't too pathetic when her husband's impulse pulled her away from him. But his gaze, the one that looked at her at that precise moment, will probably haunt her for the rest of her life.
What a terrible irony.
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They never spoke about it again.
Cooper had tried, between two scenes, at every pause, to discuss the incident with her, but Y/N kept dodging the question. She knew that if she were to confess the horror to him, she would never be strong again. And then it was Cooper. How would he view her if he learned how ruined her life was? How would he look at her, compassion or, worse, pity?
No, that was out of the question. You were hitting on him, you little whore. The violence of his words and gestures still resonated within her several weeks before.
The suffering was so firmly anchored in her that she had done everything possible to avoid being found wanting: walking along the walls of the film set like a ghost, she did not linger after the day and returned directly to the House. But that wasn't enough anymore.
Travis became more demanding of her every day, more possessive too, going so far as to control his own appearance.
- I wish you would resign. He dropped this bombshell over breakfast, a few months after filming began.
- Sorry ?
Without looking up from his newspaper, his feet resting on the table and ignoring the pancakes she had just prepared for him, he continued his cruel sentence.
- You heard what I just said. I was nice to you by letting you work for my friend Jim, but you screwed it up again. You are not capable of doing what I ask you. You're not capable of anything, in fact.
- You can't ask me that, Travis, please. I like my job. I'm sorry, just tell me what to do.
Without her expecting it, the newspaper flew towards her, slapping her face violently. A cry of surprise, immediately muffled by the violence with which he grabbed her arm.
- You see, thatās the problem with you. You are so stupid that you don't even understand when you exceed the limits. If you had listened to my demands from the start you wouldn't be here. So tonight, you better quit that job. Did you understand ?
She had nodded, hoping that this way he would finally let go, that her blood would be able to circulate in her arm again. But he threw it back with such violence that her body hit the kitchen shelf, knocking down a few cups which shattered on the floor.
- And put it away! Always making a mess.
It wasn't long after he left that tears flooded her eyes.
After tidying up the kitchen, cleaning the sores that dotted her skin, Y/N had arrived on set late. A delay that had not escaped Cooper and his suspicious gaze. He shouldn't have known anything. However, while she was trying to flee, he followed her in the corridor leading to her dressing room, trying to call her in vain.
Don't turn around. Don't turn around.
But when he blocked the door to her den, preventing her from taking refuge there, Cooper not only discovered her distress. He saw her eyes red with tears, her hands bruised and, worst of all, fear flooding her irises.
- It's him ?
Y/n's lips began to tremble like never before, not even her legs were still able to keep her upright. So, without her having time to understand what was happening to her, her body abandoned her. Her mind tried to live in denial but nothing else in her could reject the evidence.
It was destroyed. Yet her legs never touched the ground, her body did not shrivel against the wall. Because the warmth of Cooper's arms enveloped her in a feeling she hadn't known in a long time.
Sweetness.
So she forgot everything. The fear, anguish and guilt she felt at being in such a situation. She forgot the pain that ached her arm and shoulders and, instinctively, she hugged him, hoping that this way he would keep her alive.
- You have to leave, Y/N.
Filming had been suspended today and Jim had believed Cooper's lies about feeling unwell. However, she did not return home, remaining locked in this lodge as in a bastion.
Leave ? The idea had already crossed his mind. It would have been so simple if she didn't depend on Travis for a whole bunch of things. Being an actress was not an easy job and the income was irregular at such a stage of her career. So she rejected the idea, shaking her head vehemently.
-I can not do that.
- Of course yes. You can. Just gather your things and go.
- How ? Eh ? Do you think he won't stop me? Really, it's impossible.
Cooper had no intention of stopping there. She knew it. But what could he understand about her life? He who had a happy marriage and whose divorce had gone smoothly? She knew that he was on good terms with his ex-wife for the well-being of his daughter, that this divorce had gone smoothly because they had realized that they no longer aspired to same thing. Barb had been an exemplary wife, their marriage had been based on mutual trust and they had separated on good terms.
So what could he understand about her life? Why did he seem so heavily affected by his situation?
-I will help you.
She raised her head. Had she really heard what he had just suggested to her? A nervous laugh escaped her lips before she stared at his determined expression. Was he serious?
-You go pack your bags and I'll come pick you up.
- To go where ? I have nowhere to go, Coop! My friends don't talk to me anymore and you saw the way he reacted when we...
Her words died in her mouth, realizing that she had called him by his nickname for the first time and that she hadn't completely rejected the idea.
- I can talk to Barb about it. She has friends in the region who will certainly be delighted to host you. He paused, visibly hesitant to finish his sentence.
-There is room at my house.
- At your house ?
There was nothing in her stomach but butterflies trying to escape. Had he really just asked her to live with him? It took her breath away, so much so that she had to blink several times to make sure she was awake.
- You would have your privacy, obviously. But itās a base not too far from work until you can find a place of your own.
She had grabbed his hands without realizing it, as if to hold on to a rampart before falling into the void. Cooper had just offered to live with him, and the idea brought a little warmth to her completely bruised heart.
- He's not going to like this idea at all.
- But it's the only option for you to get out of this, Y/N. I don't know how you feel about this man, but for your own well-being you need to leave.
She didn't know it. What she did know, however, was the effect Cooper had on her life. It wasn't just savior syndrome. Since seeing him again on that set, something inside her had cracked, a shell that she had tried to erect to prevent herself from loving anyone, including herself.
- It's OK. She finally gave in.
The smile Cooper gave her then would stay in her mind for a long time.
- Should I contact Barb?
- No. It's with you that I want to live.
Realizing too late the fervor of her words, she put her hands over her mouth to prevent her from saying something even worse.
- If you agree, of course...I...I don't want to impose myself. Oh, god, I'm so sorry.
- You no longer have to apologize for being yourself, Y/N. It's all over now.
His hands were still in hers and Y/N wondered why he didnāt take them out as soon as he had the chance. Sitting face to face, they looked at each other in a strange silence, charged with a gentle and soothing tension. A deep relief came over her at that precise moment.
She was going to leave. Leave with Cooper. And she could no longer hold back her tears.
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- Did you do what I asked you?
- Of course.
No.
She hadn't done any of that. She had neither resigned nor decided to cut ties with anyone. Instead, she came home in the afternoon to pack a suitcase and wait. Wait for the right moment. Travis had a charity event that night. A gala to which he had not invited her. Pretending that she had no place there. So much the better.
This was the perfect opportunity to put the plan into action. This evening, Travis showed no attention towards her. Yet that was what he did when he had obtained satisfaction: a tender gesture, a chaste kiss on her cheek.
He just brushed his fingertips against her shoulder, a movement that sent a jolt of terror through her.
-Don't wait for me to eat, I'll be back very late.
And silence returned almost immediately, freeing his heart from the vice that was compressing it. It didn't take long for her to contact Cooper, take down the suitcase she had hidden in the attic and come back down to the forecourt.
When she finally saw the car appear, a wind of relief chased away the fear that still held her back.
Then she froze.
Terrorized.
It wasn't Cooper's car.
He had come back. He had forgotten something and came back to get it.
- What are you doing here ? His voice was laced with a rage she had never seen before. A destructive, petrifying rage.
- Iā¦Travisā¦
- What are you doing here with this damn suitcase?
The kick sent the latter flying to the other side of the sidewalk. Usually, Travis didn't show any aggression towards her in public, but this time, discovering her outside with a suitcase in her hand had got the better of his legendary self-control.
-Did you want to leave? Did you want to do this dirty trick to me, little whore?
She was screaming. She hoped that someone would come out of these nice little tidy houses to get her out of there. But nothing. Not a single neighbor wanted to get involved in this carnage and she was going to pay dearly for it.
He pushed her violently, causing her to fall onto the lawn in their garden. The pain pierced her back so violently that it took her breath away, but when his hand grabbed her hair, she screamed so loudly that her voice hoarse.
- Shut your mouth ! Shut your fucking mouth! Piece ofā¦
Travis didn't have time to finish his sentence. Something had stopped him.
A violent shock that had just hit his jaw, forcing him to release his grip on her hair.
-Cooper!
- Get in the car. Hurry up.
She wanted to cry, to stand there and watch Travis wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. But the fear that still animated her gave her the impetus to flee without looking at what was happening before her eyes.
Cooper had arrived and he had just hit Travis with such force that he could barely keep his balance.
- I'm going to find you, bitch! he exclaimed towards her. But Cooper's hand grabbed him so tightly by the collar that he couldn't take another step.
- You're not going to do anything at all, because if you try to approach her again, I can't guarantee you that I'll settle for a punch.
He violently pushed Travis away, letting him fall to the ground before turning around. At that moment, Y/N became aware of her husband's weakness. He had been merciless with her because she was fragile, that was the only reason he had fun with her.
The following is a master post of pivotal events in the history of the Universal Century, which together provide greater context for the One Year War.
UC 0001
The human population of Earth exceeds 9 billion. This prompts the creation of space colonies and beginning of space emigration.
The Earth Federation is founded and the Laplace space station is built in Earth orbit. During a ceremony for the formal adoption of the Universal Century calendar and unveiling of the UC Charter, the station is destroyed in a terrorist attack.
UC 0009
Zeon Zum Deikun is born.
Anton Flanagan is born.
UC 0010
At Earth-Moon Lagrange point 1, construction of Side 1, Bunch 1 "Shangri-La" is finished.
At Earth-Moon Lagrange point 4, construction of Side 2, Bunch 1 begins.
UC 0015
The population of the space colonies reaches 1.5 million.
Trenov Yvan Minovski is born in Ukraine.
UC 0017
Degwin Sodo Zabi is born.
UC 0020
The population of the space colonies reaches 5 million.
UC 0022
The Federation declares the end of warfare on Earth.
UC 0025
The population of the space colonies reaches 50 million.
UC 0027
The first lunar city, Von Braun, is established.
UC 0030
The population of the space colonies reaches 500 million.
UC 0034
Construction of Side 2, Bunch 1 is finished.
The concept of Sideism āthat the colony clusters should be treated as independent nationsā emerges.
UC 0035
At Earth-Moon Lagrange point 2, construction of Side 3 begins.
UC 0040
Approximately 5 billion people ā40% of the human populationā now live in space.
A new philosophy called Ereism emerges, which asserts that humanity should cease living on Earth to preserve its environment.
UC 0044
Half of all humans now live in space.
Federation military suppresses a Sideism demonstration held at Side 1.
UC 0045
Zeon Zum Deikun proposes Contolism, a combination of Sideism and Ereism.
To provide easier access to raw materials for space colonies, the asteroid Juno is moved to Earth orbit; it is later known as Luna 2.
UC 0047
Development of the Minovski-Ionesco fusion reactor begins at Side 3.
UC 0050
Out of the total human population of 11 billion, 9 billion now live in space.
UC 0051
It is announced that plans to develop more colony clusters have ceased.
UC 0052
Zeon Deikun moves to Side 3 and begins popularizing Contolism.
UC 0056
Many Contolism demonstrations are held at Side 3 and in the lunar city Granada, prompting a Federation military presence at Side 3 and the creation of lunar garrisons.
UC 0059
Federation military begins an āarmament enhancement programā planned to unfold over the coming decade, with the ultimate goal of establishing the Earth Federation Space Forces. Conversion of Luna 2 into a military base begins.
UC 0062
As newly elected leader of Side 3, Zeon Deikun formally requests independence from the Earth Federation.
Dr. Minovski issues his new theory of Minovski Physics, predicting the existence of the M Particle.
July 15, 0062
The Federation denies Deikun's request and issues an arrest order.
Colonies in Sides 1, 3, and 5 begin boycotting the Federation and openly protesting.
The EFF cancel the arrest order. Deikun is allowed to form a semi-autonomous republic in Side 3, the Republic of Munzo.
September 12, 0062
The Federation imposes economic sanctions against Side 3.
UC 0064
The EFF conduct a naval review, unveiling new spacefaring warships developed through the Year 60 Armament Reinforcement Plan.
UC 0065
A schism between Chairman Deikun and the Zabi family becomes public knowledge.
UC 0067
The Federation rejects a motion granting autonomy to the Sides; the EFF suppress a riot in Side 5.
The Earth Federation intensifies economic pressure on Side 3.
Plans to construct Side 7 at Earth-Moon Lagrange point 3 are announced.
UC 0068
Zeon Deikun dies; he is succeeded as chairman by Degwin Zabi, who claims Deikun appointed him on his deathbed.
UC 0069
Side 3's republic is renamed the Republic of Zeon.
The Republic of Zeon begins converting its security forces into a full-fledged military.
October, UC 0069
The M particle is discovered, validating Minovski physics.
The Republic of Zeon commissions the first Papua-class transport ship.
UC 0070
The EFF launch the Year 70 Armament Reinforcement Plan.
In March, the Republic of Zeon conduct radar-jamming experiments using Minovski particles.
In May, Zeon's military creates a mega particle cannon based on Minovski physics.
In June, the Republic of Zeon commissions the first Chivvay-class space cruiser.
In October, the EFF commission the Salamis-class cruiser and Magellan-class battleship.
UC 0071
Zeon military begin developing new weapons that can be used within a Minovski Particle field.
The Minovski-Ionesco compact fusion reactor is completed.
UC 0072
In the asteroid belt, the Republic of Zeon begins construction of the asteroid base Axis as a waypoint for the Jupiter Energy Fleet.
Dr. Minovski defects to the Earth Federation, creating a scandal in Zeon.
UC 0073
Zeon completes MS-01, the first prototype mobile suit.
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Chapters: 2/33
Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Female Sole Survivor/Original Nick Valentine, Sole Survivor/Nick Valentine, Jennifer Lands/Nick Valentine, Nate & Female Sole Survivor (Fallout), Nick Valentine/Original Female Character(s), Female Sole Survivor/Nick Valentine, Female Sole Survivor & Nick Valentine
Characters: Sole Survivor (Fallout), Georgia 'George' Ambrose, Original Nick Valentine, Original Fallout Characters, Eddie Winter, Nick Valentine
Additional Tags: Slight Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Pre-War United States (Fallout), Pre-The Great War (Fallout), Moral Ambiguity, Mystery, Intrigue, Neo-Noir, noir, Detective Noir, Canon-Typical Violence, This Story Has Layers, Like an onion--prepare to cry, Bethany Esda could NEVER, CanonāDivergent? More Like Iām Filling All These Plot Holes (Like I Filled Your Mom Last Night), You Must Be This Tall to Ride the NukaāCoaster, Dialogue Heavy, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, NO TODD NO MASTERS, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Period-Typical Racism
Series: Part 1 of Beyond The Gathering Shadow
Summary:
In 2075 Boston, justice is an illusion-and survival means navigating a rigged game with a loaded deck.
Assistant District Attorney Georgia Ambrose has made a career out of picking fights she can't win. Detective Nick Valentine has made a life out of surviving them.
When Operation Winter's End throws them together against Boston's most untouchable mob boss, they find themselves navigating a city built on liesāwhere loyalty is just another commodity, and the truth is a death sentence.
As nuclear shadows lengthen and personal boundaries blur, trust becomes their most dangerous wager.
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Chapter One is up! Thank you again @hpysprkl and @amunras for betaing <3
WARNING: There may be a bit of brutality and gore. And mentions of vomit. Eh.
War. War never changes. That was a realization Destinee had to come to. There was no more time for peace negotiations between the U.S. and China. There probably wasn't going to be any more U.S. or China left. That sentiment was fully instilled when another bomb fell.
This one hit a little close to home, home being the bunker she was currently trapped in. They were almost in the exclusion zone, if it weren't for the fact the nuke had hit mere miles away. If you want exact numbers, I couldn't give them. 10 or more miles, maybe, but nothing definitive. But, one thing was for sure. They could already feel the effects, and not just because of the ground shaking.
After a few hours or so, the nukes stopped going off. The buildings surrounding the underground bunker had fallen. And the world, all in itself, had fallen into silence. You would have thought Destinee and everyone else in the bunker would have been fine. But we already know that wasn't the case. It was only a matter of time before the ghoulification process would kick in...
And damn, did it hit like a motherfucker. There were no radiation proof suit to keep them safe. Barely and RadAway and barely any Stimpacs. The soldiers hoarded most of them to themselves. Destinee, along with a few other RobCo employees, were left with nothing. They were the first to decay. And all because of someone's greed. Greed makes or breaks a man. Greed makes or breaks the people around the man. And it easily went and tore them apart.
Destinee wasn't one for confrontation. She hated it. But her fellow RobCo employees weren't like that. Employees #1754 and #2580 were willing and able to kill anyone they saw that had something they needed.
-Battle of Bunker Intheria-
(This part got deleted and didn't save. I'm gonna fucking cry, man.)
The battle wasn't so much as a battle, but more of a conflict due to dwindling resources.
The soldiers failed to realize that they did not lock the weapons storage. With grenades and laser rifles in hand, #1754 and #2580 ambushed them. Though, not without a little help from a few soldiers. They were able to convince to turn on their fellow man to obtain resources.
The battle was... in all honesty, quite quick. And the soldiers were taken by suprise. Hell, someone had spit out their Cram (damn mystery meat). It took only a mere few shots to the head, a few seering lasers to kill them (even though we know, based on game logic, would have taken 20 or more shots for one person). The RobCo employees and their allies reigned victorious.
But, you may ask, where was Destinee? Cowering in fear. We've already established that she hates confrontation. She locked herself in the control room, away from the fight but also able to watch it on the cameras. Who knew your allies and friends could be so damn brutal...
They had finally gotten what they needed. They had gotten enough resources for themselves and even cut down the people who would need said resources in the process. Sure, some got hurt. It was expected. But they finally were set. Though, only for a while. Something very terrible, very irradiated, was festering...
Destinee, along with one of the soldiers she got to know as Cole Giles was already decaying. Their skin, once semi-pristine, was now falling off their body. Their flesh started tearing like wet paper. The medbay in the bunker was empty, though it had previously been torn apart in the battle for the bunker.
The bathrooms of the bunker could very well be called a crime scene from how much blood and vomit had come from the decaying two. It was hell, a suffering they had never felt before. Some may portray the ghoulification process as something simple or skim over it entirely. But I'm not going to. This shit isn't fun. It isn't easy. It's a deep, painful suffering, one that, hopefully, no one will actually have to experience.
But enough of that. I don't wanna dwell on the bad things. I'm trying to bring this back to being lighthearted. I'll have to save that for...
