— ᴀɴ ᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ.
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other plot ideas holly wants
actual evil vampire nate. 200 years asleep and you were the dumbass who woke him up. ya bit.*
*i really love the idea that the person getting bit can also get off from it lmfao sometimes I question myself.
overboss nate. tbh actual canon nate (by me at least) would be shooting up all the raiders and freeing the slaves. but au nate ... au nate with no nora and only war ... au nate fucks.*
*everyone.
dc / marv verse with a similar origin to cap*&*bucky. frozen, but for 200 years, so he's a little cranky, with ice powers. his eyes would be straight up icy blue. and maybe he's pissed he was left behind. or maybe he died protecting families. or maybe he doesn't mind getting his hands a little dirty to stop an innocent's pain.*
*he and the punish/er would be besties.
forgot to add nate rebuilding sanctuary and needing help (he's very good at being a handyman, okay. let him fix your furniture!) and someone waking nate out of cryo and he's lost some memories but still has panic attacks bc everything is wrong and he doesn't know why. (i kinda have a verse already like this w/ my nora so this would be w/ either her being nerfed ((rip)) or never existing.)
parts of canon that I'd love to really dive into:
nate not wanting anyone to know he's from a pre-war era but having to tell certain people, those people grilling him about what it was like.
nate coming back from the institute, just absolutely shattered, numb, silent, and someone prying him open until he admits shaun leads it. and that he's named nate as successor. *
burying nora/bringing shaun home and burying him beside her. opening up about who nora was and the love they shared. really getting to describe her and their relationship. maybe talking about others that are gone.
the interaction with the chinese sub captain could have been so much more. i cry. two men, one responsible for the death of nate's home, who are just so tired. for the captain, it's been 200+ years. for nate, it was yesterday...
*one thing bethesda did was write the story up until two steps before the finish line. what changes can the sole survivor make? can the institute be used for good, what impact does that have on the CW?
**the guilt he carries for moving on after nora. ***weird sex habits. mwuahaha.
the end.
Alan Ritchson in Reacher Season 2
SINDAY FACTS that are depressing! I love this idiot.
The first person he fucks is pressed into the mattress, face first, and Nate closes his eyes and thinks of Nora. He barely speaks, just ruts into them like if he fucks hard enough, they'll turn into her. Like pressure on coal until it turns into a diamond (a wives tale, something that won't ever be true.)
And then he goes celibate for several months because he feels terrible about it. Because he knows he did get some enjoyment from it, sort of.. - and in his guilt he does not believe they did too - so the next few times, he pays for it and keeps his eyes closed and head fallen back. (Besides, it's the world's oldest profession. The world wouldn't be the world without it.)
fucking cowboys.
as nate feels it, he could argue fate with the ocean foam, both tainted and pure white ( depending on the hour and perspective and the weather and his mood. )
maybe he is bitter. he should have had whiskey to drink, not vodka. the bottle drops - or what is left of the thick, charred glass - onto the broken road below his feet. he stumbles forward a couple of steps before he rights himself, a palm pressed to rian's shoulder with crushing fingers. nate should carry his liquor better. " ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. tell me why death took her instead of me. tell me why the fuck it couldn't be me. and make it a good lie while we search for more to drink. "
HE FEELS IT BEFORE IT HAPPENS, THAT pull towards a man he's become quite familiar with. it's deep in his gut, like a shift in the atmosphere, the air changing in the heat of it. his hat is low on his head, but rian does nothing to hide his sudden APPEARANCE alongside the larger man, as his feet carry him from ruins to goodneighbor with ease. there is pity, somewhere, in the hazels that look upon him now, but it's not meant for nate.
a lament he is not as far gone as he is, no bottle to hold his own REMEDY.
❝ if y'wish. ❞ he's soft, speaking like he's got hay between his teeth. ❝ bu' don' blame me if y'don' like the answers i give yuh. ❞
" can i ask you questions? " there are many things the world is lacking now, but music still remains. a great ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴏ then followed by scattered arpeggios brought the audience to their knees in both grief and unanswered prayer. minor chords now play their ballads as robotic bartenders pass out tainted drink. nate has stumbled out of the bar and into the night. goodneighbor holds no answers and its music, while smooth, no comfort. a graveyard holds a few ferals he dispatches with an empty, and now broken, liquor bottle.
their snarls are only made of discordant notes. rian appears, and the noise in his head finds its rightful key. " just some questions about death. you know, light stuff. " @ischaron
goin to bed bc it's almost 1am but.
bombs dropped on oct 23, 2077
let's just round our numbers and say shaun was 3 months old. -> puts him born july 23rd. -> conceived 40 weeks prior.* sept 23rd, 2067 -> nate was on a short trip home from sept 13th - 28th (2067) then returned to front lines. -> nate was discharged maybe just before birth, so rounding**, that means when the war ends and the bombs are dropped, nate has only been home around 3 months.***
don't you think that for the world, two hundred+ years have passed, but nate feels like he was just at war yesterday. he still twitches at unexpected gunfire, explosions. he still dreams about nights spent in foxholes. he still expects the phone to ring with orders and the feeling of anchorage weather and alaska stars at twilight. the world got to move on, but not him. so not only is he the sole survivor of vault 111, other than a handful of ghouls? he's one of the only survivors of the war STILL ALIVE. and if ghouls are considered dead, then it's just nate.
just nate and army bunkers full of bones.
*that is a 10 month period. everyone says women are pregnant 9 months but a full term pregnancy does last 10 months from date of conception to birth, it's just a thing. **i'm pulling this timeframe out of my asshole. ***"I don't think you two were ever happier than those last few months you spent together with young Shaun." - canon quote from your robot butler, codsworth
suicide tw:
codsworth says this to the player: "Sir/Mum, no matter what may befall us, I hope suicide is never an answer you seek." - nate tells codsworth that he's leaving shaun with xyz and for the robot to stay with shaun. cods asking nate where he's going and he just says "home to nora" and this is when codsworth says this. nate just gives him a little pat.
❛ your heart is beatin’ so fast righ’ now. ❜
" does it match yours? " they tell you history is written by the victorious. they don't tell you about the devastation those victors leave behind. nate surveys the damage. he sees the bodies they've left behind. the touch of death is against his chest; a palm presses over his heart and studies the rhythm. nate's head dips low, a hand moving to lift the edges of the cowboy hat. " got a lot of work to do here. " he grunts, dropping his hand to rian's shoulder. " but i think we take a break first. "
× due to the time spent in cryogenic freeze, nate’s eye color was permanently altered to a light blue-ish grey. his sight is fine, only the color changed.
× he does not feel comfortable telling people he is from the time before the bombs or that he fought in the great war.
× nate is, canonically, a decorated war veteran. he has given speeches at vet halls and was due to give one the day the bombs dropped. his speech was… depressing. he’s disillusioned with war & finds it a wasteful use of life.
× nate, without nora, is cut in half. he still thinks of her, throws himself into this new world that is just the same as the last, only dirtier. war never changes. PEOPLE haven't changed. he closes the lid of her cryo-tank and tears a path through the commonwealth.
× seeing how the world turned out, he sides with the institute and his son, shaun. however, after shaun dies, he discontinues use of lifelike synths. he allies with the minutemen & believes the railroad to be misguided and the brotherhood, dangerous.
“ now he read in solitude and thought in solitude and hardly felt himself to be alive. ”
× he is not good at being sneaky. nate is a piss-poor liar and bad at anything to do with espionage. one reason he's bad at lying is due to the fact that yes, sometimes the truth hurts, but it's better at getting everything out in the open. it's just not something he does.
nate is, at his core, genuine and kind.
but he is also a bull in a china shop. this man is a ᴛᴀɴᴋ, and tanks are not quiet.
× does not want to have any more children in the MAIN verse. in any non-apoc verses, yes, he wants more. the american dream has always been his dream, too. he wants to wake at sunrise and kiss his lover's sleeping face.
× he does not care about leaving a legacy anymore.
× a little background: nate's parents had a good relationship with their son. he had a younger sister who he believes died in the initial fall of the bombs. his mother had passed a couple years before the end of the world, for which he is grateful now. she didn't see what monsters they had all become.
ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ɴᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟɪᴠᴀɴ, ꜱᴏʟᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀᴜʟᴛ 111.
height: 6'3", muscular, broad shoulders. eyes: bright blue hair: blond age: appears 42, is 250+
affiliation: 2nd battalion, 108th infantry, us army sino-american war.
positive: patient, honest, reliable, kind. negative: defensive, self-destructive post-war, prone to heightened violent reaction around anything regarding deceased wife and missing son.
noticeable scarring: two gunshot wounds from the sino-am war (led to honorable discharge) both in torso after he was forced to abandon his power armor.
good to know: nate was hailed as a war hero. awarded the defense meritorious service medal (DMSM) for non-combat meritorious achievement. two years later, he's awarded the purple heart for being severely wounded in battle against the chinese forces and honorably discharged.
there are pre-war records that can be found in-and around boston and the neighboring cities that mention nate and his speeches. a terminal implies he's held in very high-regard, despite his anti-war stance. it is possible for nate to be recognized, but only if your muse is a history buff or searches bunkers.
" I have never done business on an empty stomach, sir. " The restaurant is crisp, clean, and closed, save for one table right in the corner by the broad window. Nate's stretched out. His figure is usually intimidating, but the way he holds the fork and steak knife are careful and elegant. Purposeful. He takes a bite of the meal and hums in delight. "And I mentioned, everything is on the house tonight. Please, feel free to order whatever you like."
That doesn't include the wine on the hidden menu. Nate isn't flaunting too much in front of a badge. "I am told you are a persistent man." @givcns
mm 15 :) @guttcrson
Maybe it's because of the low population, but there is something about strained survival that makes inhibitions low. The walls have holes, anyway. What's privacy? Nate finds a barn about a mile out of Quincy. He grabs a chair and sits outside, just waiting for the sun to go down for the night.
Tim complains about the heat and strips his shirt. Nate barely glances at their surroundings before he tells Tim to drop the rest. (Does he be a brat - make the vet work for it - or is Nate so riled up already that it's not needed? He watches Tim's expression school itself.) The older man laughs when the rest of the clothes follow.
In his lap, Tim is warm. "This isn't going to cool you down." Nate mutters, pushing the sniper's hips back and forth, grinding what grows hard between his legs into Tim's bare ass. Tim says something back, Nate hears him, he swears - but his body's reaction is to snatch the man, toss him around like a rag doll, lifting just one of his legs enough to position his body perfectly. Posed and poison and so Nate starts with a finger, switching from one to two to three quicker than he should.
The sounds Tim makes when Nate's cock slides inside, added to his hole with a mouthful of spit, is louder than any man would have dared before the war. A point for nuclear fallout - no one gives a shit when you're fucking outside so hard its divine. His fingers leave bruises as Nate pounds until he's finished, choking out animalistic grunts until he cums.
He doesn't stop; his hands grip tighter, his lips telling Tim to touch himself just as ruthless, to fuck himself like the toy he likes to be, until he's worn down and soft.
Worn down, soft, and kneeling down, lowering between the chair and Tim's sliding hand until his face is painted with drops of off-white.
Nate can still surprise them both, it seems.
things that are very important to nate and must be done:
tell shaun about nora. about the neighbor's annoying son. the news anchor. codsworth. nora. REBUILD sanctuary. if nate leaves no mark on the commonwealth, he has failed. the most important place is always home. it won't be like new, but he'll polish the metal squares of the siding. blue, just like she liked.
i don't believe he would ever remarry. and even if he did love again, he wants to be buried beside her when he dies.
TAKE SHAUN HOME. bury him beside his mother. where nate will be.
" a lot's running on me getting this done. " a heavy swallow. he's never been good at voicing when he needs help. there are many under his command, families, people whose lives he holds only because he's responsible. the weight is too much. nate has never claimed to be atlas. it'd be nice to forget for a moment or two. he needs quiet, someone else to hold him instead. someone else to hold all the power he would happily give away. he leans into the choking hand.
@vaultfrozen / continued.
"... well-behaved," he comments, far more to himself, just a thought out loud. look at him, kurjak thinks, and he picks up on it; nate needs his mind to cut out for a bit. kurjak can make quick enough work of it, if he wants. it's a little too enriching to instead run that heavy hand through his hair, petting him, because he wants to see that desperate wanting on his face, in his eyes. "we use words to ask for what we need, lav." lion.
the man who abhors war smiles and though his posture may suggest otherwise, there is no cruelty in the shoulders. neck loosens with a stretch both left & right and nate dances on his feet. there is nothing, NOTHING, that replaces that thrill that finds itself in the bones of a seeker.
he charges forward, a bull in a china shop, shoulders crashing into porcelain plates and glass figurines. knocking down shelves with an uppercut, blocking the fall ( or rian's swing ) with the other arm. his muscles aren't screaming yet. they're thanking him for the exercise, the direction. the competition sends his blood flowing from a heavy pumping heart. ( whether it flows down or not, whether his blue jeans are too tight, he pays no attention. ) nate's happy.
he's grinning with teeth. " ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ. " and yes, he means it.
❝ @vaultfrozen / NATE .
HE’S STANDING THERE, BLOODY, BRUISED. HIS lip busted, a quirk as the swing of alcohol splits across his hazed brain. rian’s knuckles are bloody, and there’s a visceral reaction to the way he breathes. like he’s suddenly alive again, no longer taken with the stillness of time and duties that hold him down. the cowboy’s eyes are glittering.
his opponent is across from him, and while they’re standing there, not a single ounce of malice lingering along his shoulders — a grin splits across his face, a laugh bubbles deep in his chest. the other man is glistening in a way that’s got his pupils BLOWN, heart racing in a way that’s not innocent. but he’s not focused on that ( not yet ), instead he’s shifting his weight. hands motioning with confidence he should NOT hold.
❝ y’can do better than tha’… ❞
Fallout 4 Replay (3/?)
A whole new life.
" i'll take the smoke. " nate mumbles about keeping dogs and cats but not cows and tries to forget his own confusion over breeds. two puffs taken and he pinches the end out. " sorry - forgot nor was getting me to stop. what about other animals like sheep? goats? what about hamburgers? pork??"
"Didn't know you were pious...there's a sit n' pipe-down church in the Diamond if you're so worked up over ya brahmin. Or ya can settle with this." He hands him a cigarette.
grabs him by the throat. 💜
an hour passes and nate is restless. every step is a heavy stomp, arms crossed angrily over his chest. the next turn stops him. a metal hand grips his throat and he drops to his knees on silent command. instantaneous, even if his head does not clear. it hurts - how many problems he's trying to silently confront - but at least the other knows how to clear it.
" dog, cat, those stayed the same! why not cow? just because it grew a second head... still a cow... a brahmin used to be a religious thing. " he thinks. don't quote him on that, piper.
"Look brother, ya lil' tidbits of information are often eye-opening. But not only are ya hundred or so years late to the debate...ya already lost this battle."
" say it with me. cow. this is a two-headed, mutated cow, thanks to radiation. brahmin is a stupid name. "
Alan Ritchson as Anders Lassen THE MINISTRY OF UNGENTLEMANLY WARFARE (2024) Dir: Guy Ritchie