What are the common themes in Braun Vault 101 fanfic?

If you wanted to read 20 Chapters ahead, be sure to check my P-Tang12!!! _________________________________ Sico has always been hospitalized since he was a kid because his body is very weak and the doctor doesn't know what the reason is, so his parents always find a way to make him happy. They gave him a PS4 console to keep him from being bored and distracted. When he downloaded Fallouts, especially Fallout 4 it became his favorite game of all time but someday his body became deteriorated and became weak so he had to be bedridden. Because of that, he can not play his favorite game again and feels sad because of it. He asked his parent to cut his life support system so that he can rest in peace and when he slowly closing his eyes, he made a wish to be reincarnated in Fallout 4 world. Many people don't know because of that wish, a legend born in alternates Fallout 4 world.

An original novel set in the Fallout universe, written to be accessible to all, featuring unique people and places Fallout: Vault X tells the story of John. A vault dweller, who spent every day of his twenty five years underground. Like his father, and his father before him. Proud to live in the last remaining bastion of humanity, all that survived The Great War of the atomic age. Hidden deep below the surface of the earth, toiling under brutal conditions. Year after year, decade upon decade. All to expand into the natural cave system the Vault occupied, building for the future. However, John knew what his forefathers did not, that everything he’d been taught was a lie. After finishing school at the age of ten, John received his standard issue pipboy. An arm mounted personal computer, worn by everyone in the Vault. Used to coordinate the relentless pace of expansion, needed to work as an apprentice. To learn the craft that would be his life’s work. A noble calling to ensure a future for all that remained of the human race. A quirk of fate saw John equipped not with the crude, clunky, pipboy model his father wore. That almost everyone around him wore. His looked smaller, sleeker, finished in a jet black sheen. And capable of doing far more than its drab counterparts. The world above had been ravaged by atomic flames, yet life clung to its bones. The Red Valley fared better than most in the century since the bombs fell. The clean water and rich soil protected by rolling hills. All spared from direct strikes, for the most part. Life survived here. Trees spawned from charred ground, misshapen, green leaves turned red. Along with simple crops, grown wild at first, then cultivated by the survivors. The scavengers of the old world were inventive, hardy people. All determined to rebuild in the ruins of a world they never knew. In the decades that passed settlements emerged. They grew, spreading along the valley floor. Reclaiming the pre-war remnants of the once industrialised heartland. Salvaging the robotic wonders of a bygone age to build their walls and work their fields. To protect them in the dark of the wasteland. But such things are uncommon in this world, and the rarer something is, the greater its value. And the worth of pre-war technology had not gone unnoticed. The last, real, power in this world rested in the mechanised hands of The Brotherhood of Steel. Forged from the mortally wounded old world military. The Brotherhood used its access to the weapons made for a conflict no one won to strike out into the wastes. Men and women were equipped with advanced armour, aerial transportation, high grade weaponry. Accompanied by the training, strength, and will, to put them to use. They established chapters and set up outputs far and wide. All dedicated to a single purpose. To ensure the technology left abandoned by its long dead creators didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Namely, any hands that were not their own. This is the world John escaped into. A place of horrors brought forth from atomic fire. A place where survival meant battling against the darkness. Fighting a war each day to get to the next. And war...war never changes

What if Petunia saw the truth—and chose to raise a warrior, not a victim? When Petunia Dursley puts bitterness aside and opens her eyes, Harry Potter grows up not in a cupboard, but with knowledge, power, and a healthy dose of skepticism. No blind loyalty. No hero worship. Just a boy raised to see through the lies. As another child takes the spotlight as the “Boy Who Lived,” Harry watches from the shadows—learning, planning, waiting. And when the time comes, he won’t follow the path laid out for him. Because this Harry doesn’t serve the greater good—he is the darkness that will swallow it.

Politics and ancient agendas ran the world. Gods were at the top. Everyone below was naught but puppets to them, mortals that danced to the strings of their divine will. Even the strongest mortals, were still mortals in the end, no match for their divinity. One clan of blessed humans sought to defy this ancient political balance. In secrecy, they created an earth-shattering artifact, a world where time flowed different from normal, where conditions were cruel enough to ignite potential. Somehow, its existence was leaked to the supernatural world. Greed, shock, envy—and overwhelming desire, tore through all realms. A twenty-year war began over this artifact; one clan against the world. Their continued resistance fueled a vicious cycle of envy and propaganda. They could produce High-Class, even Ultimate-Class fighters en-masse. This defied the balance of the world. The Time Vault Artifact had to be obtained at all costs. The clan was destroyed in a conflict that shook the world to its core. Millions died, both mortal and divine. Divine pantheons went extinct and disasters plagued the world. Another thirty years of skirmishes burnt the little that remained to ashes. Now, after fifty years of bloodshed and ten years of peace, a survivor emerged. A confused child, only five-years of age, emerged into a time of tentative peace, a time where all factions still licked their wounds. His clan had faded into legend, and he carried their history with him—their history and...the time chamber. His journey begins in the time chamber, unwillingly whisked away by the lingering echoes of his clan. His first trial? Use the gifts of the time chamber to train for his very first life-or-death battle. Because of course the world wanted to finish what it started.

One day you get Isekai'd into the world of Arifureta with the power of the Witches of Sin from Re:Zero. ------ [First 12 chapters are very cringe so just bare with it or you can skip them] [Just to be clear this is not a story where 'Regulus’ takes the spotlight and outshines the Original MC, yea he will have his moments but it's mainly 'Regulus’ just tagging along as a Secondary MC, so don't expect him to lead the way or anything.] (I do not Own Arifureta / Re:Zero) (Story Belongs To: Aleiisekai (On Wattpad)) (I have permission to Repost and Edit this story)

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.