Fallout Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

… When I came to, Lina was sitting at my side, her eyes swollen and red. I knew instantly what had happened. I slowly reached for my now-flat stomach. There was a pang of sorrow, yes, but also a strange sense of relief. With a father like Dario, perhaps not being born was a mercy. I asked Lina to hand me my phone. When I turned it on, I saw that Fran had flooded her social media with updates. One photo showed her reclining in a bathtub, back exposed, surrounded by rose petals and red wine, the city skyline glittering in the distance.

The memory twisted sharply in my chest. I pushed myself off the door, ignoring the sting in my thigh as I limped towards the bed. My phone vibrated on the bedside table, lighting up with the group chat name “Girls and Chaos”. I collapsed onto the mattress and pulled it into my hands. Stella: GUYS I’m still crying at that ending Vivian: Bitch please, you were sleeping the whole time Bree: Nah fr tho, that scene where she realised she betrayed him??? Vivian: Which you would totally do to your man

“If we do this, I need to know I have a say. I won’t be a pawn in your world, Darwin.” A slow smile spread across his face. “You were never a pawn, Fiona. You were always the queen.” Fiona’s breath hitched, but she held her ground. “Then prove it.” Darwin studied her for a long moment. Then, finally, he extended his hand. “Alright. We go public. Together.” Fiona placed her hand in his, sealing the deal. --- The Fallout Begins The news broke like wildfire. “Darwin Solomon and Fiona Carter: Expecting a Child Together?”

Fallon A few weeks ago, I sent a coded message to Fox through the Elite Ai and asked for an in-depth profile of Rio Trafaller. When it arrived, I realized he was a foxy hitman. He worked under powerful people but betrayed them later on. He accepted jobs that could mean your life if you slipped, and most importantly, he has a son. I vaguely remembered the conversation Jett and Ross had, where Ross said Jett put his son in a coma which explains why Trafaller's moves are monitored by the mafia because he might go back for retaliation.

Fallon: These were the men who had attacked Rory and raped her. I already hated them. After giving Cage and Miguel the directions, I thought I would have enough time for them to deal with these bastards. I was wrong. These men weren't here to play around. They were hungry, vile, and I wouldn't have been surprised if they had done far worse before the apocalypse. Rory couldn't have been their only victim. There had probably been others. "Stay away from me."

icon. ​"The 'Crossover' has failed to yield optimal engagement," she announced, her voice echoing from the sky itself. "Therefore, we are initiating the 'Sequel-Bait' Protocol. The 'Davis-Lead' assets will be separated. The infant will be moved to the 'Young Adult' Sector, and the Lead-Asset Nora will be relegated to the 'Antagonist' Role for the next ten volumes." ​"No!" Nora screamed, but the "Genre-Wall" wasn't a wall anymore—it was a Tractor-Beam of Light.

I can. My mind wanders, touching my lips, wondering what else tastes good that comes out of Ray. Maybe I could bring him back here, keep him for myself. I could make Seth jealous of the monster in the woods. I fall asleep, still in my jeans and shirt, and tomorrow I will execute my plan of ensuring that I have never been rejected.

Then I fall into the blissful emptiness again. Fawn That same night He’s talking to me again. I hear it sometimes or parts of it. It’s always soft, and he holds me close and kisses my head or a cheek he plays softly with my hair. I'm always his, little Faeling, he always calls me that and something about it makes me want to live. I want to be his little Faeling. Fallon The next day She’s not getting better. The healers are surprised she's still alive. It's against my own laws to start bonding to a mere faeling, they become extremely jealous and violent. Their emotions are heightened with the change and there's just no telling what they'll do.

"Some loves don't end in a fairytale wedding or a quiet house in the countryside, they end in a pool of smoke and blood, leaving you alone in the dark with the ghost of the only person who ever made you feel human." The smoke in the collapsed corridor tastes like sulfur and ash, burning my throat with every jagged breath I force into my lungs. My father’s men are closing in, their heavy tactical boots crunching over the shattered glass and burning timber behind me, but I can't move my feet. I am frozen in the ruins, staring down at Liam’s motionless body sprawled across the scorched concrete. His chest doesn't rise. The blood pooling beneath his tactical vest has already begun to cool agains

* --- **The Aftermath** I wake in the wasteland, the sky whole, the crimson star gone. Ravel sleeps nearby, her face gaunt. The survivors are silent, their eyes clear. But the static is quiet. *Gone.* Nessa's voice lingers in the wind: **"You're welcome."** --- **The Horizon** At dusk, a new star ignites-emerald, silent, watching. Ravel stirs, her hand finding mine. "What now?" I stare at the fresh scar on my palm-a spiral-and-thorns, glowing gold. **"We keep fighting."**