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Companions (Any you want, but i do request Strong and X6) with a sole who has a mutation like a Big Horner's horns from FNV? Romance, smut if that's alright (I read the rules, but there wasn't much i could find against it) Please and thank you very much!

Woh...

It’s a very unusual request, at least—

Ok, it's true, I said I'll never do Strong in a romance, and I don't know what I worth in smut... but ... With a Big Horner's horns? How can I genuinely resist?

I can't

But I admit that I have a little difficulty with smut… I had only written one before

I do not know if I will meet your request… if you will like it

Also, I admit that I have trouble finding the right mind set to do this ask, and it also explains a little why I take so much time...

It’s a good request though…

Hope you enjoy reading

(Note that for this one I have suppress Codsworth and Dogmeat.......)

Part 1 - Cait/Curie/Danse/Deacon

Cait : At first glimpse, she shouted in terror when she saw Sole appear in the cage with their massive horns.

She was convinced she was dealing with an unknown species of Deathclaw, and despite her experience as a warrior, she didn't want to beat it with her bare hands.

However, they showed traits that were human.

And Cait's contract was passed on to them.

Cait had a long time to get acclimated to Sole, but she eventually grew fond of her companionship.

In all honesty, she would like to take things farther.

Much farther.

Cait frequently dreams about this large, curved horns.

Cait doesn't like to crave without getting.

Her best approach is to attack, so she basically throws herself at Sole one evening when they make up camp in a reasonably well-protected attic.

Sole actually backs up and attempts to get ride of the young woman, but clearly doesn't want to harm her. Once they manages to mobilize her on the mattress, they expresses their astonishment.

"What's wrong with you?"

"These horns! It's really sexy! I want you to take me, and I want to ride you like a beast."

To say Sole is surprised is an understatement given how unexpectedly Cait threw them out of the blue.

"God, you're even more insane than I expected. So, yes, I am flattered, but I am not a beast. Two, there are many other ways to flirt."

"Name me others!"

"Candlelight supper?"

"How will a candlelight supper give me a good fuck?"

"OK, that's enough. You stay here tonight, I'm going on a walk, and I'll free you tomorrow morning."

Cait realizes she has entirely lost the game, and despite her high on psycho, she falls very steeply on earth.

"I'm sorry," she says sadly.

Sole hesitates with their hand on the doorknob, head between their shoulders.

"Look, Cait, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning with a cool head."

"I really acted like a fool, and I screwed up my only chance of being with the one good person I met in my life!"

Sole lets out a long, deep sigh before turning to the young woman, who is still on her knees after falling on the floor mattress. They approach carefully and kneel before her.

"Let's just say you caught me completely off guard. We'll say you're quite cavalier. I'll admit that I reacted terribly.

"What difference does it make, explanations…"

Sole reaches out and gently touches Cait's cheek.

"I reacted quite poorly. I won't lie and say you're not an interesting woman. I've had, for myselft, maybe indecent thoughts on multiple occasions."

Cait looks up with a mixed expression. She seemed to be trying to understand, to find hope, yet skepticism dances in her eyes.

"Indecent?"

Sole smiles heartily.

"Very indecent…"

Cait raises her head slightly and looks into Sole's eyes.

"How indecent? Will you show me?"

Sole leans in and gently embraces Cait. Even though it is far from Cait's intended assault, she literally melts under the kiss. Her hands come to rest on Sole's shoulders, then one gently rises down their neck, cheek, and eventually hangs one of these unique features that tickles her so much. She heaved a shacking sigh.

Sole doesn't waste any more time on their side, passing an arm behind the young warrior to lie her on her back, caressing her chest.

"I'll show you," they finally reply, their voice raspy with desire.

Curie : The young synth's laughing once again warms Sole's heart. They can't help but be drawn to her fresh and pure personality. They slowly lean towards her at the table, pushing their dish slightly.

"And if not, you never thought of finding a company… in every sense of the word?"

"A company? You mean a companion?"

Sole smiles casually, allowing the young woman to draw her own judgments.

"You know, the only person I feel very deeply about…"

She pauses, blushing intensely as she glances down. Sole tilts their head sideways with curiosity.

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"I…indeed…someone very special."

"Danse?"

Curie busts out laughing once more, and Sole feels the last barriers to their heart melt, even if hearing what comes next may hurt them.

"Oh no! None of it! I'm talking about a very remarkable individual. So special that even nature couldn't help but give it a distinct appearance."

"Nick? I am not surprised. He's very charming."

Curie laughs a little more, feeling ashamed this time.

"No, a little more special."

Sole gazes around, amazed.

"I had no idea you had a super mutant affinity. But it's true that Strong is fascinating."

This time, Curie appears to be perched on thistles, writhing in all ways.

"Oh no, Sole. I'm referring to a close and exceptional person who helped me escape isolation and expand my horizons. I'm talking about a person whose life has graced adorable horns that raise a lot of questions but also attracts me."

Sole remains utterly silent in amazement. Even in his wildest hopes, they never imagined they'd be able to entice the synth. It's utterly crazy. Nonetheless, the bright expression on her face when she meets their gaze is undeniable.

"Despite my…difference…you don't feel rebuffed?"

"On the contrary, sweetheart, I am quite excited. Is that the term? I feel quite excited."

Sole's eyes widened with amazement. They would be lying if they pretended not to be excited.

"So…uh…"

They are looking for a way to go deeper, to express themselves more fully, but they are entirely out of words. Curie appears to be lost in her own boldness.

"I recommend exploring feasible possibilities. What do you think?"

"The…possibilities…"

Without further ado, Sole leans close to the young woman and kisses her passionately. She is unable to resist and prolongs the kiss with incredible ardour, sighing under the caresses that accompany the conquest.

Danse : Many thoughts pass through his mind. He attempts to take stock, but nothing comes to mind. His thoughts got entirely invaded by the succubus's naked body in front of him.

He shakes his head, attempting to dismiss the concept of the succubus. It's very disrespectful. Sole is not a demon who seeks his soul.

But the horns!

These horns sparked so many questions.

He fondles these exquisite horns carefully, lost in thought for a few moment.

But Sole delicately bites his neck, immediately bringing his thoughts back to the present moment. He shivers even more, pressing closer to the seductive creature's flawless form.

“Oh Danse,” wimps his friend, who writhes beneath his hands.

"Sole, you are so…perfect."

His hands let go of the magnificent mutation for a time, allowing them to focus on their lover's beautiful curves and chiselled musculature.

“Perfectly horrible," they say with a small recoil, feeling self-conscious.

Danse doesn't let them fall back into their unhealthy doubts, suffocating their words with a passionate kiss as he gently descends his hands into the intimacy that opens up to him.

"Horrible is what we've gone through. You are wonderful."

Sole moans once again as two fingers of Danse are inserted into the most sensitive part of their body, causing them to bow their back in response to their bestial wants.

"Hmm…take me, oh beautiful Paladin."

"No more Paladin at all, but knight at your service, my love."

Sole's gaze is fixed on his own, and Danse feels his lover literally melt in his arms. He slowly turns them on their backs, kissing them on the neck, shoulder, back, and hollow back.

He continues to softly caress Sole's buttocks, which are round and lovely.

"I'm so glad I didn't succumb to my horrible preconceptions the day we met," the fallen Paladin softly whispers. "I would have made the biggest mistake of my life."

He slowly penetrates his lover, allowing time for the other's body to adjust to his member.

“A deadly mistake,” chuckles Sole, but their laughter turns into panting as Danse penetrate them, skimming to find the most comfortable posture.

"Indeed."

Danse immediately grasps Sole's two horns in his hands, leading the charge with renewed fervour, to which his lover's groans reply in bliss.

He can't help but moan with ecstasy as he feels the intimate walls close in on his sex, leaving him panting even before his companion delivers the first jolts.

When they eventually lie down beside each other, breathless, Danse is unable to hold back a wide smile.

"Indeed…"

Deacon : Sole has no way to control their laughter. Deacon fainted from being insulted.

"For someone who has horns on their head, I think you're pretty cheeky."

Sole is taken aback for a moment, wondering if Deacon is joking or genuinely offended. For any response, they just clutch the amazing tail hanging from the agent's lower back.

"You haven't found anything better? But God, it's a true one!"

"My mother was a Deathclaw and my father was a gossip."

Sole laughs so hard this time that their tummy hurts.

"You had a tail surgically placed just to get me in your bed?"

Deacon appears increasingly disappointed as he picks up his tail from Sole. Obviously, he lacks the nerve to control her. However, his falsely insulted expression is funny.

"We do not mock the attributes of others!"

"Come on, my little spy, come here. A guy who can be sliced up for flirting must have some in his pants, and I want to see it for myself."

"My mother should be turning in her grave…"

"Deathclaws have graves?"

"This one, yes."

Sole begins to question whether Deacon is kidding or serious. But somehow, this whole situation is quite thrilling.

"So come and show me what else your mother left you…"

"My other tail, it's from my dad."

"You're insane, but I love it."

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Companions reactions to Sole getting surprise adopted/kidnapped by a Mama Deathclaw who is very protective of her young, which just happens to include Sole now?

This one is refreshing. Thank you for the challenge, I hope to be up to it!

Cait : The young fighters is frozen on the spot.

When she witnessed the massive thing take over Sole, she was certain it was the end of her partnership. Who would survive being eaten by a deathclaw?

But the matriarch wasn't eating Sole. She carried them.

Cait followed, despite her better judgment. She was unable to convince herself to leave her friend.

She is now hidden in the creature's cave, watching the monster... Take care of Sole?

It appears that the creature decided that Sole should replace her offspring, whose bodies have been decimated around them.

She is currently attempting to persuade the Sole to consume radstag... raw. And Sole doesn't appear to enjoy the harshness.

"Hmm, yes, yum yum," they pretend to eat.

The deathclaw isn't looking persuaded, stuffing the piece of meat against the human mouth.

Cait tries not to laugh. There is nothing to laugh about here—

Finally, a commotion outside the cave catches the reptilian mother's attention, and Cait seizes the opportunity to approach Sole quietly.

"Looks like you made a parent…"

"Laugh, but we have to get out of here before she comes back."

"I told you that this power armor made you look like a lizard…"

"Will you help me find a passage?"

They continue searching the rubble for an access route, if they can impossible to follow by Mother Deathclaw, but at this point, any path at all. They don't find any. These beasts aren't foolish enough to let their prey escape.

Cait turns to notify Sole of her failure, but the words remain stuck in her throat.

The Deathclaw is there, standing above her, threatening with claws and jaws to "protect" her tiny one.

Sole stares at Cait with horror, but it is too late.

The monster will have another type of meat to serve to his child.

Codsworth : The butler panics. He panics, goes in circles, and turns on himself. He noticed that the Deathclaw did not kill Sole, but he left with him. He panics and has no idea what to do. His circuits will burn if he does not find it.

Against all conventional sense, he resolves to do the only thing within his power. He rushes forward with a battle cry, later blaming himself for his barbaric behavior, which is unworthy of his code. He charges ahead and strikes the creature's bottom without hesitation.

"I may not be a Mister gusty, but you will not take away my master/mistress!"

Everything in the way is engulfed in flames.

The monster leaps into the air before clinging to a cliff. Codsworth wonders how to reach him for a minute, but the creature merely places a dazzled Sole on the plumb, pats their head, and turns to face the robot to returns to the battle.

Oh, Codsworth now understands.

"You…you think it's your…child?"

"Cods!" Sole exclaims from their headland. "Don't oppose with the lizard! Run away!"

"I will never abandon you, Mum/Sir."

"Save yourself! I will get through this."

"Are you sure?"

"Run! Go find Preston! Do not fight this creature alone!"

Codsworth, hesitant and dubious, slowly withdraws. The deathclaw does not appear to intend to fight. Her priority appears to be to get Sole into a shelter, and when the menace flees, she does not follow it.

Codsworth sighs with relief. His circuits may not have withstood the clawed assault.

But now he needs to find Preston.

He is unsure how his poor master/mistress would cope with the beast's overly rustic treatment.

Curie : "Is it the habit of these creatures to choose a human as their offspring?"

"Not at all. Are you helping me or not?"

"But she don't! want"

Curie attempted to approach, but Mother Deathclaw, who tolerates the Miss Nanny in her cave, does not allow her to be closest Sole.

"Then go get help!"

"What help?"

Sole opens their lips to respond, but then holds back. Do they genuinely want others to know about their situation?

"Do you know what? Nevermind. We wait for her to fall asleep. Walk away and get to the isolated cabin we saw higher up the hill. As soon as I get out of this mess, I will join you."

"Sure."

Curie turns away to obey Sole without asking any further questions. Even if she has to wait many days in the cab for her companion to arrive.

Danse : When the Deathclaw attacks Sole, Danse opens fire. The creature glances over its shoulder before fleeing with his loot at breakneck speed.

The paladin struggles to follow the track, much slower in his power armor, but he eventually reaches in the place where the monster brought Sole.

And the scene he unexpectedly encounters perplexes him.

The mother, in her empty nest, tries to feed a dull Sole.

The Brotherhood freezes for one moment. His subordinate is not actually in danger. And what he sees is so bizarre that his mind pauses.

However, the hesitancy is short-lived.

"Ad Victorium!"

He targets and shoots the beast, hoping to eliminate it as soon and easily as possible.

And the creature turns out to be a very easy target, focusing all of its efforts on "protecting" Sole, exposing itself to unnecessary risk.

When the battle is ended, Sole walks south without speaking. Danse immediately catches up to them.

"Soldier—

"A word in a report, and you will never be able to call me a soldier ever."

Danse doesn't insist. He is unsure whether he can obey Sole on this point, given the importance of the reports, but a glance at his companion makes him question whether he should make an exception.

Deacon : "What I find awful is that no one will ever believe me."

Sole stares at the spy.

They were on their way to Coastal Cottage when a familiar Deathclaw from Sole emerged on the road and snatched them. Deacon was so astonished that he didn't even consider shooting. When he saw his comrade being placed on the lizard's shoulder, he did not dare to shoot either, waiting for the appropriate moment. And the monster led them to the bottom of a ravine, where he had built his nest.

Another little deathclaw was anxiously waiting for them.

The matriarch sat her guest on the floor and offered them a good, bloody radstag. Deacon understood right away.

He settled within earshot, but not to claw reach. The mother was clearly annoyed by the intruder at first, but she did not strike him until if Deacon try to approach.

She only gives him a dark glance on occasion, which pales in comparison to Sole's.

Deacon already has a plan. As soon as Mama Deathclaw and her child fall asleep, he will join Sole and use Stealth-Boys to escape. But, in the meantime, he breaks the crust himself because he has nothing else to do.

And laughing from time to time…

Dogmeat : The dog reacts with astonishment and growls. But every time he takes a step, he crosses the path of the massive lizard. However, the matriarch does not reply forcefully to the bothersome creature. When Dogmeat leaps to bite her, she cups him like an overly eager puppy.

Surprised, Dogmeat realizes he have not the weight. And that the monster does not harm his master/mistress. Confused, he follows them to the cave containing the deathclaw's nest.

The mutated chameleon mother clearly sees the human as her offspring and promptly feeds them with good food. Dogmeat is ecstatic to have his fair share of raw meat.

When Sole moans and collapses to the ground, the dog casts him an intrigued glance.

The monster does not harm them and provides them with food, what more could Sole want?

Elder Maxson : Despite his physical and mental strength and training, Maxson completely freezes. Not for long, but completely.

He is actually paralyzed, the terrible memory of his first combat with a Deathclaw returning to him at the same time as the phantom pain in his face.

But it doesn't last very long.

Maxson shakes himself as the matriarch took Sole on her shoulder.

"Ad Victorium!" he yells as he rushes to save his Knight.

The weapon brandishes, without hesitation, he let rains on the beast all of the bullets in his magazine.

This is insufficient to kill the beast, but it does allow Sole to get to the ground and position themself by his side.

They worked together to put an end to the monster's reign of terror.

As they leave the scene, Sole turns to their superior, ashamed.

"I know I don't have the right to ask, but—

"Do you want me to keep it quiet?"

The elder's comprehension appears to relief Sole.

"Please."

"I don't see how killing a monster that threatens civilians is shameful."

"You know—

"I know you shot a monster by my side, threatening civilians."

Sole smiled. They let out a tremendous sigh as they set off again, knowing Maxson would cover their embarrassment without hesitation.

Hancock : He has no constraint in laughing. Not for one moment. All the way to the monster's lair, he laughs so hard that his ribs hurt, and when Sole gives him a dark glance, he laughs even harder. He even takes one or two dosages of Jet to prolong his pleasure.

"Can you help me instead of making fun of me?"

"Can I help you? But mom is there to take good care of you, don't you see?"

Hancock was taken aback when the Deathclaw grabbed his partner and nearly attacked. But something hold him back. In the creature's mentality. She didn't seem to intend to harm Sole. And now she carries them around like they're her own little one, tries to feed them, and, in general, taking care of them.

Hancock finds the scenario hilarious. Especially since she recognized that he did not want to hurt her and that she was leaving him behind.

Yes, he will help Sole out. The beast will ultimately sleep. But, in the meantime, let's have some fun.

Gage : He stands up, frowning.

"Hey, Boss, she seems to love you very much, the Madonna."

Sole just grunts and crosses their arms, humiliated by being hoisted on the monster's shoulder.

"Can you give me a gun if you don't decide to kill her?"

"Kill her? Why? She wants to protect you. An Overboss with a Deathclaw as a guardian is a thousand times better than anything I could have imagined for fucking the dog with the young hoodlums."

"Hey! I am being held captive by a monster! Are you helping me, yes or no?"

"Shit. I'm not going to risk my life in a situation that doesn't need it. She does not want to consume you; she wants to feed you. Open your mouth wide, please."

"You're foolish, huh—

Sole is interrupted by a piece of bloody flesh forced into their mouth. They spits out, much to Mama Deathclaw's displeasure.

"Oh, don't offend your mother like that. She bothered to hunt; now eat."

"BUT YOU'RE REALLY STUPID!"

"Eat!" commands Gage, the beast carrying out the directive.

MacCready : "500 caps!"

Sole stares at their partner.

"Seriously? Isn't that a little redundant?"

"500 caps, and if I don't live, you'll give them to Daisy for Dunkan. I won't move unless you promise me."

"I promise you!"

Mac stands with his trusty Mighty, aims at the monster's eye, and shoots. The Deathclaw doesn't even have time to realize out what's going on, he falls, dragging Sole with him.

The mercenary rushes to assist the other in getting up, but he is welcomed coldly.

"My life for 500 caps…"

"What, you weren't worth that?"

Sole merely growls away, clearly humiliated and irritated. Mac looks at the thing.

"So this monster, he thought you were his little one?"

"Shut up!"

"No, but it's true you're cute."

"SHUT UP!"

"Didn't you like your porridge?"

Sole no longer answers to him and moves forward with determination. Mac soon follows them, vowing to tell Hancock about their adventure when they return to Goodneighbor. Maybe even charge Piper for the juicy narrative...

Nick Valentine : "Well done, kid/doll. Now you may brag about showing me everything."

Sole simply grunts as the Deathclaw places her «little» on the ground.

Nick realized quickly that the creature does not want to hurt his friend, but he should remain at distance. He tries to think of a way to get Sole out of this predicament, although we must admit that the situation is quite amusing. And he won't miss them with it.

Piper : "It's… too… CUTE!"

Piper beams right in front of the attractiveness of the setting.

Mom Deathclaw dealt the reporter a severe hit when she stole Sole, and she had to recover before tracing the beast. However, when she discovers Sole in the nest, being fed by the creature, she can't help but melt in front of the monster's tenderness.

"You didn’t catch! A Deathclaw takes the Sole Survivor for his child! It'll sell as a title."

"How dare you?"

The matriarch turns, apparently displeased, towards the intruder. The young woman moves back and raises her hands in front of her.

"Woh, Mom, calm down. I don't want to hurt your small one. But if you'd pose, I'd like to photograph that moment."

“At this moment, I feel a great want to kill you,” Sole answered angrily.

Preston : "You really have a thing with deathclaws!"

Sole cannot laugh. Not at all. They feel foolish being carried around like a potato bag on the large mutant lizard's shoulder, and the movement will soon make them sick.

Preston followed them, chuckling, as if he thought the scenario was immensely hilarious.

"Remind me to help you again the next time you're stuck by a deathclaw," Sole says sarcastically.

"I think you're doing very well!" the Colonel says, trying not to laugh.

That is not that the situation is not critical. It may easily turn sour if the monster realizes Sole is not a newborn deathclaw, but he believes he and his partner will get away with it eventually.

In the meantime, he can't stop thinking about how the audience will react when he provides this story at the bar.

Strong : The Super Mutant does not hesitate, jumping on the creature's back and circling her neck with his massive arms. And the monster is not scared of fighting and fling the Super Mutant to the ground. She growls angrily, forming a shield in front of Sole. When Strong gets the situation, he scratches his head.

"Deathclaw not eat Sole?"

"I…I think she thinks I'm her kid."

Strong takes a step forward, and the matriarch rumbles lightly but she does not move forward, as if she does not want to leave Sole.

"Puny Human really in strange situation."

"Throw me my rifle that I've dropped, I'll show you how I get out of strange situations."

Strong grabs the weapon, but as he bends over, the deathclaw attacks and knocks him down. Sole, shocked, jumps in to assist Strong, but the mother lizard repels them effectively.

"He is my friend! Don't hurt!" he pleads fervently.

The mother pushes them away again, as if they are beginning to irritate her, a clawed leg on Strong. Sole insisted and threw themself onto Strong, shielding him from their own body.

"MINE!"

The mother appears bewildered, yet something brightens in her eyes. She grasps Sole over one shoulder and Strong over the other.

"Raaah, Rwine," she says.

Strong grumbles against the humiliation. Sole sighs.

"Yeah, there's two of us…"

X6-88 : The Courser remains undisturbed in front of the beast.

"M'dam/Sir, it seems that this creature has developed a will to take you under her protection and care."

"It seems," Sole scolds cynically. "You free me?"

"It is against our objective to enter this creature's den, so I will proceed—

"PROCEED, DAMN IT!"

The Courser does not think twice and kills the monster who turns out to be an easy target, doing everything he can to defend Sole at the price of his own safety.

X6 kicks the corpse after taking him down to ensure it does not react as Sole rises up.

"I believe his behaviour was still unusual. It's unfortunate that we had to put an end to a type that was not a threat in the first place."

"You'll tell me so much."

"Do you think it was your smell or appearance that misled this matriarch?"

"Do you know how to shut up?"

"It would be interesting to share the specifics of this event with the Institute's researchers—

Sole abruptly turns to his Courser and places a palm on his chest, fairly aggressively.

"You say a word of anything to anyone, and I personally make sure that Ayo erases even the slightest memory of the existence of the slightest cell of your brain and that your body is converted to household chores."

X6 looks noticeably surprised. Very shocked. Sole has never expressed interest about memory wiping, mostly the opposite. And now they are threatening it. The Courser realizes that it is best to remain silence. But within, he is asking himself a lot of questions.

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How do you get an instant react

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k-peasants asked: An actual prompt this time! I know you're busy and have plenty of things to write yet, take your time. Soo I was thinking that maybe companions (and Maxson) horribly failing at confessing to Sole. Like for example they could clear out some Raiders, companion is impressed, tries to confess BAM Sole gets fucking decked by random raider they didn't kill. I feel like you could get pretty creative with that one. Like deathclaws, something exploding, just settlers running in, other companions interrupting etc.

Let's play some game... (Warning : Curie may be intense)

Part 5

Cait / Codsworth / Curie / Dogmeat / Maxson

(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)

(Part 2 : Hancock, Preston, Strong)

(Part 3 : X6-88 alone because of a bug)

(Part 4 : Gage, MacCready, Piper)

Cait : Cait and Sole return quietly to Sanctuary. The path ahead of them is still long, but for the time being, silence is fine. Well, not for very long. After everything that has happened, the fighter remains silent mostly because she is at a loss for words.

It was a shock to discover all of her senses after hiding from reality with Psycho for so long. However, she is currently experiencing one of her most agonizing torments.

Her feelings toward Sole.

It's made even worse by what they just did for her.

Finally, approaching Oberland Station, she urged a stop.

"Pee?" inquires Sole mockingly.

"Talking," Cait says, feeling uneasy.

They notify a nearby tree stump and settle there.

"What do you need to talk about?" inquires the vault dweller.

Cait watches the Charles flows down below, looking for her words.

"You are aware of all that has occurred since Tommy. And right there, you've changed my life. That is a lot."

Sole is worried, but quickly gets back their empathetic look.

"If you want to step back..."

Cait instantly raises her hand and places it on their shoulder.

"No! No, it is not that."

Sole throws themself on the young woman, causing them to fall backwards behind the tree trunk. Cait has a fleeting thought that something is happening far more unexpectedly than she had anticipated. But her thoughts are swiftly brought back to reality when the grenade explodes where they were.

"Gunner?" she inquired.

"Raider!"

As she stood up, the warrior smiled with all of her teeth, holding her baseball bat.

Codsworth : His programming doesn't include it. His programming doesn't include it. In his code, it is not included; he is well aware of the fact that it is not included in his programming.

Not to mention feelings of isolation, agony, and dread, as well as the happiness of seeing his master/mistress come back.

He is a robot, a straightforward bot that was programmed to perform chores around the house. He became an integral part of Sole's day-to-day activities and routines.

Not just as a robot.

As a friend, as a member of the family, and as a close relative.

Far too close.

Yes, it is too close.

As he hands the towel to Sole as they emerge from the shower, he looks aside. This is not something that is programmed into his algorithm. It is not something that he does habitually. In any case, it wasn't. It's mainly now due to the fact that he had never experienced this sort of static that now grabs him whenever Sole touches him or leans in front of him to collect an instrument or a tool, and it is a thousand times worse when Sole undresses. Because he is a domestic robot, then Sole never felt embarrassed by Codsworth's presence.

Today, however, Codsworth is feeling ashamed.

He feels so awful.

He has to explain it to Sole.

With the help of Sole, perhaps they will be able to fix this programming issue and restore it to its previous state.

Normal.

This is not the kind of feeling that he was designed to receive!

"Mom/Sir, would you mind if we opted to have a conversation?"

As soon as Sole reaches for the towel, they drape it around their waist.

"Yes, indeed, Cods, guy. What is the problem here? There is a decreasing supply of Radstag? Would you like me to find some sugar? Is the Assaultron I brought from the hills still making fun of you?"

The Mister Handy's accessories turns three times around him. He adopts a collected tone of voice and makes an effort to ease the peculiar vibrating that his machinery is experiencing.

"In all honesty, none of that is accurate."

This time, the human is unable to stand any longer. They sense that their robot exhibits some abnormal behavior. A pair of pants and a t-shirt are chosen at random by them, and they swiftly put on the trousers.

As they sit on their mattress, Sole lets out a sigh.

“So, I get that this is a very sensitive thing.”

"Very sensitive, to say the least. I am aware that it may come off as unconventional, absurd, or even unpleasant, but it appears that... I have developed a certain... as one may say, some instinct that typically corresponds to humans."

Sole raise an eyebrow once more.

"Typical to humans? Describe it."

At this point, Codsworth musters up all his bravery and takes a deep breath. In doing so, he sits down on the bed next to Sole in the same manner as a typical person would sit down. The one and only issue is that he may have forgets that he is a Mister Handy. Consequently, the bed in question happens to catch fire, Sole still be sitting on it.

They leap on their feet as the fire has quickly spread to them, and they cry out in pain throughout the process. As Codsworth's anxiety levels rise, he makes a mad dash to find a bucket of water at the pace of his truster. By doing so, he arrives at the conclusion that viewing himself as a human being is extremely risky, and that it would be more prudent for him to initiate a defragmentation of his personality module before it progresses to an excessive degree.

Curie : For a while now, the synth has noticed the difference. She understands that having a human body provides her with not only abilities to better explore the world around her, but also the opportunity to explore a complete intrinsic world in the same way.

Some sentiments and emotions.

And out of emotion, she realized she had a tremendous feeling for Sole.

This exploration was everything but subtle. She even felt upset at her friend, initially unable to comprehend why her thoughts kept returning to them.

Curie realized that she had romantic feelings for Sole. The trouble with this delicate circumstance is that Sole is the only person with whom she feels safe discussing her heart's torments. So, the only way out of this dilemma is to confront them and disclose everything.

Curie is still anxious.

And she is completely unaware that this is normal.

She coughs to catch the attention of her companion, who is working with Clem to erect a retaining beam to keep an artificial ceiling over the cave containing Vault 88.

"I can talk to you?" she asks timidly.

Sole rests their shoulder against the massive iron and rubber framework, wiping their brow.

"Is it critical?" they asked her, beckoning Clem to assist them.

"I believe so. It's quite significant.

Sole sighed. Curie believes that now is not the moment, but she fears that she will lose her mind if she doesn't speak. She sighs lightly.

"I understand you are busy…"

"A little, yes," replies her friend. However, their tone has softened significantly. "Curie, you appear to be dealing with a personal issue. If it seems vital to you, speak out. You know I'm always there for you."

Clem looks at the synth and seems to believe that this is the worst moment of the existence for a small talk. But the young man would never dare to oppose Sole, so he attempts to assist them maintain the pillar.

"Here it is. For some time now, I've been experiencing a peculiar storm inside of me, which is causing me to lose control. And you. I think about you all the time. I can't stop. I can't comprehend. I understand, but..."

Curie pauses and quickly looks up at Sole. Her companion has shifted their expression. Their gaze appears even more compassionate than before. They place one hand on the massive pillar to keep it in place and clear their throat.

"If I understand what you're saying—

"The ceiling!" Clem wails simultaneously, springing back.

Sole looks up at the pillar, and Curie's brain detects an unexpected alteration in their face. From affection to fear, the synth barely has time to understand what happens when a massive rock detaches from the ceiling and falls squarely on Sole.

She is so shocked that she can no longer hear Clem's screams of horror.

Dogmeat : "Wouf! Wouf wouf wouf wouf!"

"What?"

"Wouf!"

"Oh, I love you too, my too cute puppy!"

Elder Maxson : It's an unusual idea, but not an unpleasant one. Anyway, Sole has a lot of odd, but successful, ideas.

Maxson enjoys this short walk along the edge of Nordhagen Beach. His Knight urged that Maxson attend the meeting with the settlers' delegate. They had a difficult negotiation, but the BoS is now confident of a steady supply for the remainder of their tenure in the Commonwealth.

Then night fell as they respectfully celebrated alongside the locals.

Then, with the moon high in the sky, Sole insisted on having this little walk.

Maxson finds the trek pleasant... romantic?

He glances toward Danse, who is patrolling the area to ensure that the moment is not squandered, and then turns to his subordinate, who has stopped while perceiving his expression.

"Is something wrong, Elder?"

"On the opposite, or it depends."

Sole didn't appear to be reassured by the answer. The commander clears his throat and attempts a benign grin.

"I reflected on this atmosphere, landscape, and moment. Everything is just perfect."

'Perfect, indeed,' says Sole, distractedly.

Maxson insists, "In perfect company."

The Minutemen General's gaze is once again drawn to their superior. They appear to hesitate before smiling slightly but say nothing.

"What I mean—

"I understand what you mean. I'd have to be stupid, deaf, or blind to miss what you mean."

Arthur frowns. Sole's tone is not hostile, yet their response is uncommon.

"Do I understand that my feelings for you are not shared?"

"Oh, I apologize. It was rude of me. I must have become a little wild while wandering this land, mostly alone. I'm sorry for offending you."

Maxson grabs Sole's hand in his.

“So if I said to you—

"The code of conduct prohibits fraternization between superiors and subordinates," Danse's voice abruptly cut him off.

Maxson almost curses the man beneath his beard, but he stands straight with dignity and strives to maintain his demeanor.

"—that I am very pleased with the conclusion of this transaction and that it is now time to return to the Prydwen?"

When Sole gets their hand back, they can't help but smile faintly. They exchange a glance with Danse.

Maxson then understands.

He curses himself.

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Hey, I didn't think about it right away, but there is a work about Maxson that you may enjoy

Tbh, I know somes characters are often hatred or despicated like fools, that they didn't gets the respect they deserve *cough* Preston

Maxson is so often see as a megalomaniac super vilain, egocentric and stupid

I like to view it otherwise, plunge into the deep of them, and Maxson (as Kellogg in some asks) was so funny to get through

It's easy to love Nick or Hancock, but they all deserve an hour of glory

Not a prompt but! I just wanted to say I really like how you write Elder Maxson. Like I was genuinely impressed how enjoyable prompts with him were. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. You're doing amazing

Thank you to you for your kind words

I saw you seem to like my reacts and it's warm my heart

I make every effort to always adhere to our companions' personalities (and friends) as much as possible, and I always find it delightful when I see someone like it as much

Thank you

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Just checking in to see how you’re doing. Hope you’re taking care of yourself 😊🫶🏻

Aaaah thank you so much, it's really sweet of you

Doing well, just work a little and didn't find so much time to be on my computer... sorry

I have a lot of hope in this new year and I hope it will be swell for you as well!!

Thank you again, it's really brightens my heart you have a thought for me...

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Here, here, part uh 4… after the false start of the part 3…

Part 4

Gage / MacCready / Piper

(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)

(Part 2 : Hancock, Preston, Strong)

(Part 3 : X6-88 alone because of a bug)

(Part 5 : Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Dogmeat, Elder Maxson)

Gage : This Sole is an Overboss! What a magnificent and fantastic Overboss! Everything Porter had ever wanted to do came true! Nuka-World is now a flourishing domain, having conquered so many colonies that the Commonwealth can be considered under the yoke of the raiders, its inhabitants paying an extraordinary tribute that fills the chests at an incredible rate. His people are blessed and happy, and he owes it all to Sole.

Gage never imagined having such strong and lively feelings for another person as he did for himself, but he fell hard for Sole.

And Sole seems to notice it in a far more personal way than one would anticipate from an Overboss towards a lieutenant.

And when a raider wants something, he takes it.

So, once his feelings for his superior are made clear, Gage doesn't waste time. He plans their entire evening and ensures that Sole has enough drink. When he realizes they are alone in the Fizztop, he grabs his bravery with both hands.

"Hey, Boss!"

Sole looks up from his glass and smiles at Porter.

"Yeah?"

And this smile almost steals the poor man's courage. He takes the time to set himself on one of the stools in front of the other.

"I… I've been thinking about this thing you told me, about our friendship and all that bullshit."

"Yeah?"

"Well, what I'm saying is—

"Is that Mason's voice I hear?"

"We always hear Mason's screaming at this hour."

"But these are not screams of pain?"

Gage and Sole leap to the terrace and gaze downward. Preston Garvey, the foolish Minutemen colonel, smiled morbidly at them from the center of the lake, where he had erected a terrible altar.

"I told you you'd pay me, Sole!" the man yells angrily while igniting more fire under Mason.

Sole then realizes that the entire area has been taken over by Minutemen. Damn! He believed he had confined them to their silly castle, but it appears that they have returned in force.

"You know what, Porter?"

"Yes boss?"

"We'll finish this conversation later."

MacCready : Sole pays close attention to MacCready. The mercenary casts an interested gaze their way.

"I have something in my face?"

"Nope. I'm just curious why you didn't leave."

The mercenary with the rat's face smiles with all his rotten teeth.

He replayed the conversation in his thoughts over and again.

Sole carried Mac through the twists and turns of a hidden and forgotten vault, where they fought radscorpions, mirelurks (including a Queen mirelurk), and ghouls, the worst of which who was not feral. They have since established their camp in the main cave, waiting for the sunrise to return to the surface.

To be honest, Mac isn't in any rush to get back up. He never feels better than when he has a good granite sky on his head, but he knows they can't stay confined in the bowels of this hill forever.

The Commonwealth will be expecting them.

And there is a child waiting for him near the Capital Wasteland, assigned to the care of trusted people. Butch and the Tunnel Snakes will offer their life to save his son if necessary, and they will at first not take any unnecessary risks that could imperil him. This is what allows Mac to postpone his triumphal return to Duncan, who is undoubtedly on the mend.

Healing thanks to the help of Sole.

Sole glances at him now, puzzled as to why he is still there.

And the answer, he knows it by heart, having processed it in his thoughts over and over since he found it. Why is he still present? For the one only reason that could exist.

"Listen to me carefully, Sole. What I want to say is delicate, and I don't want to... It's difficult for me to talk to you about this, but I understand you should question my decision."

"A little, yes. If I had the opportunity to be with my son, I would not procrastinate as much."

Mac takes his time swallowing. Yes, it was far more delicate than he had imagined. He didn't count Sole's struggle to find their own kid... and the heartbreaking defeat they experienced along the way.

"Exactly. I don't believe I have the right to forsake you. Not right now. Not after everything you've done for me. No, especially in a situation when you need someone by your side."

"What greatness of soul for a mercenary."

MacCready straightens and swallows sideways.

"How could you!? You know that — argh! — I gave back your caps!"

"And I told you you could keep it."

"Do you really think my motivation is still just money?"

"No." The tone of his friend confuses Mac. He raises his eyebrow, and Sole makes a hand gesture. "So, you tell me, what's so important?"

"Yes. What I was trying to say to you was that-

"Not all ghouls are dead."

"Sorry?"

"Not all ghouls are dead!"

Sole leaps to his feet before Mac notice the abrupt change in the speech. Then he realizes at the same time that Sole fires his first shot. He retrieves his trustworthy Mighty and begins to shoot himself.

It is a true horde that falls on them, and they are in a big cave on absolutely flat land, the fools, the lethal sea forthcoming on them despite the accuracy of their guns. Three ghouls appear to replace each one that dies.

Sole and Mac, surrounded and besieged, realize their horrible mistake.

Their one and only, but fatal, mistake.

Piper : The reporter speaks to them as they approach a settlement.

"Hello! I have a few questions about the living conditions in the colony; would you be willing to answer them?"

Sole takes a step back. They have to repair a water purifier at Sturges' request, and they don't want to interfere with Piper's work on her new article, "Life in the Commonwealth with the Return of the Minutemen." This is, at the very least, the first draft. Piper wishes to develop a more enticing title and believes she can do so by researching the backdrop of her article.

Sole approved all along.

This is the best plan of action concerning Piper. Approve immediately before she launches into an argument about the advantages and disadvantages of her point of view. Her conversation is already something; if she believes she needs to persuade her interlocutor, it could run all day.

Quite strangely, the purifier's filter has become clogged from the inside. Because the duct is too tiny, Sole is unable to reach it. To see what is causing the blockage, they must disassemble a large piece of the devices. As the day is already well begun, they proceed immediately.

Piper returns after around ten minutes to see how they are.

"Hmf. Everyone declines my interview requests. I expected everyone to be overjoyed to be in the next issue, but they're all too busy."

"Take it back tonight at the bar when they're done with their chores," Sole suggests, gripping his wrench, which refuses to loosen the shaft.

"Wait a minute, that's a fantastic idea. They will definitely be even more ready to comply if my incredibly popular acquaintance additionally offers a few caps to pay for the round."

Sole chuckles, despite the fact that they are losing patience after the obstinate piece.

"You know I'd do anything for you, sweetheart."

"What a charmer," says the reporter, blushing.

But Sole's motivation is more selfish than making Piper blush. Every time they told her something in this taste, she reddened, stammered, and eventually shut up. They must concentrate if they don't want to twist the rotor situate under the duct or damage the nets, which would necessitate some redoing, and all of the required gear is in Sanctuary. During this break, they renew their focus to their given task.

Piper, on the other hand, is in a completely different mindset. She coughs briefly to regain their interest. They grunt to indicate that they are paying attention and modify their position to change the pressure point.

"You know, Sole, I've been wanting to talk to you about something a little tricky for a while."

"Not really your way of going in circles," Sole grumbles, thrusting their tool.

"No, I confess, but it's something that, let's say, is difficult to discuss."

"I didn't think there was anything too tough for you to discuss," they groan before throwing all of their weight on the tool to give it one last push.

"It's actually a very personal matter. So, if it's not too problematic..."

"But keep going!" Sole attempts to remain calm as they begin to feel the piece shift.

"I just wanted to let you know that all this time we've been rummaging together, I know it was not easy, I was not easy, and many don't really like me."

They eventually get their hands into the conduit to find the obstruction.

"But I'm quite pleased with you. More than just content. You never seem to get tired of my little crazy... I must admit... I do feel that—

"A MINE!" yells Sole, vigorously shoving Piper away as the entire purifier erupts out of its cement block, taking Sole's arm and a significant chunk of what should have been connected to Sole's arm with him.

Piper, out of breath and on her back, worries of the fire and blood that fly in all directions and then fall all around her. She has no idea if she is injured; she is absolutely frightened.

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Dunno why, but I seems to experience a bug and Tumblr didn't let me add more ... it will be a long ask if I had to add all the companion on one distinctive post after they other... Anyway for now

Part 3

X6-88

(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)

(Part 2 : Hancock, Preston, Strong)

(Part 4 : Gage, MacCready, Piper)

(Part 5 : Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Dogmeat, Elder Maxson)

X6-88 : Since Father assigned him to Sole's protection, the Courser has gone a long way, both literally and morally. Far from it, not everything went as smoothly as butter in the pan.

First, before even learning that he would be the companion of this weird individual, X6 had a very negative view of them on their first expedition together. Sole was paralyzed for a long time in front of the flow of the waves on Libertalia, explaining to a rogue synth that they were terrified by the sea.

The sea frightens them.

Fear of something so...ineffective.

The rogue had long urged and persuaded Sole that finishing this mission was critical. With cover words that sounded like an unknown language, the underdeveloped machine ultimately persuaded Sole to go collect Gabriel, even though the act clearly stinks to him.

That was a lot of information. X6 should have begun to comprehend. But he had clear directives, and none of them prompted him to doubt Sole's objectives or their manners.

And, following this incidence, Sole proved to be effective enough.

Exactly like any other mission.

Over the next few weeks, X6 admitted to having a moment when he thought he had a malfunction. Only for a little moment. There was only one intermission.

Sole gave him the command to execute a child.

Sole was closely detailled by the Courser. Because of the time he had previously spent with them, it appeared to X6 that asking for such an act was completely against Sole's nature. Despite this, Sole ordered X6 to execute the child who had escaped a super-mutant raid under the Commonwealth sun, away from any witnesses.

And X6 stalled.

And X6 declined.

He has no idea why, how, or what compelled him to refuse to obey a command. However, it was "stronger than him," and he was unable to kill the infant.

Sole's lips curled into a faint smile.

They only said, "I knew it," and hugged X6.

A hug!

Sole transferred the child to safety in Diamond City, where he had a few families, and led X6 into the back aisles, forcing him to confront the annoyed rogue in person. And the rogue appeared annoyed.

"Well, well, well. Well, well, seems like they've got themselves quite the collection. They've got my mug, my moniker, and now you've even managed to snag them my humble abode. There were simpler means to inform me that my company is no longer desired, and employing your Courser was unnecessary."

"This one is different."

Different.

Sole believes that X6 is distinctive.

Sole then drastically changed near X6. They opened up and got more... tactile. They frequently sit with him around the fire, talking about morals and philosophy.

X6 was initially hesitant to respond. X6 was initially hesitant to respond because he was not programmed to ask inquiries.

But time passes, and some questions replace others. Increasingly so. And X6 finally questions the Institute.

He let himself fall heavily onto the visitor's seat one evening when he joined Sole in their office at the back of the Sanctuary's bar. Sole considers the Courser with interest, having never seen him do so before.

"Are you okay?"

"Negative. It is not within acceptable parameters. I have successfully perused the reports you requested. As per your directive, I have engaged in the act of examining and pondering. It is not deemed acceptable. It is not within acceptable parameters. The Institute's directives and visions, their actions, and the truth of the matter. It is no longer within the expanse of likelihood… I am unable to comprehend its meaning any longer."

Sole smiles lightly and sweetly and moves one hand toward X6's. He allows it. He is astounded by how much he has grown acclimated to Sole's contacts, as well as how much he feels the need for them.

"What they're doing is incorrect. And you're grasping it. To be honest, consider how incredible it is that you can determine what is right and wrong on your own. It proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that, contrary to popular belief, you are more than a machine. I've known for a long time that you are a thinking being, X6. A true individual capable of his own morality."

"It was all a lie?"

Sole nods solemnly. X6 is even more befuddled.

"However, the subject of your inquiry revolving around your progeny. You did not prioritize preserving your own son's vision? His work?"

Sole sighs despondently. Sadly, the Courser stares at them for a moment. He wants to break, toss away, and destroy what he sees in Sole's eyes. He wishes he could just glimpse the flame in Sole's eyes. This flame of passion that glows when this person feels they have done the right thing, when they fight to liberate a community from their attackers, and when they speak of a world where all would live in peace, harmony, and perfect collaboration.

He doesn't want to see Sole in such sorrow. Never.

"My son. I'm not sure if that's a proper title. I gave birth to a child whom I adored. I would have given anything for him. I fought the entire world for him. I had to go through hell to find him. But I failed to find my son. My son would have understood logic. Instead of these abominations, my son would have realized the good he could do. I was shocked by the destruction when I first was what happened to the Commonwealth, but I also saw the life that wants to return, the hope that seeps in and clings to it with tenacity. My son only saw an atrocity that he had to finish eliminating. At that moment, I realized—my son died in the vault alongside his mother/father."

The emotion in Sole's voice stirs X6's heart. Their speech is completely unacceptable for a Courser, and X6 should immediately report it to the Institute. But X6 is now aware that he has entirely defeated this condition of mind. He has the impression that Sole is telling the truth. He now realizes that the Institute is bad and that X6 no longer stands for this cause.

He then places his hand on Sole's. This thought came along with something more, very deep and very primary, that he must absolutely let out. He takes a deep breath.

"Sole. I am grateful for your confidence in me, and I shall clarify upon one matter at hand, for it is imperative that—

"Whisky!" exclaims MacCready as he actually jumps into Sole's office.

The mercenary has apparently already abused much of Sole's reserve with the other companions, and the party in the other room has virtually ended at X6's feet. Sole smiles lovingly at the mercenary, whom they name their little brother.

"Whisky!" They take over the choir, picking the man up and taking him into the other room. They glance apologically at X6. "We will continue this conversation another time, I promise you."

"Yeah,” growls X6, not convinced.

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Then comes the second portion of this request. No, I didn't intent to kill Sole on a regular basis; it was a one-shot deal with Deacon……….. (but maybe…) Anyway, for the time being, I'll give you in the

Part 2

Hancock / Preston / Strong (Yeah, Strong… not sure why… felt like it)

(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)

(Part 3 : X6-88 alone because of a bug)

(Part 4 : Gage, MacCready, Piper)

(Part 5 : Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Dogmeat, Elder Maxson)

Hancock : Thirty years. Thirty years of solitude. Thirty years have passed since he was able to free himself from a toxic relationship that nearly ruined what little good existed in him.

Thirty years of being content with himself alone, consuming others as if they were chems, of feeling extremely alone in the midst of his sorry heart.

He gets a swift of Jet.

Today marks thirty years.

He sighs deeply. Fahrenheit stares at him with curiosity.

"A problem?"

"Outside this one?" With a wave of his hand, he shows himself. "Nope."

His daughter doesn't insist. He's in that mood... a mood she'd rather not fuel. When he sinks in this way, there is nothing in the world that can lift him.

"Hello in there!" a voice from outside the room says.

Hancock immediately straightens up, his eyes bright, as Sole walks into the living room.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't my Sunshine in the flesh."

Nothing other than the Sole Survivor can light him up. Fahr rises from her couch with a gentle smile.

"Um, I'll go on my rounds, I'll leave you."

Sole waves as she walks by, and Hancock gives her a chin sign. He, in turn, stands to greet the newcomers.

"Well now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"

"I was passing by and couldn't help but come and say hello to my favourite mayor."

"Nah, there be nary a choice to discuss in the neighboring vicinity."

"Kelly's not bad in Somerville."

Hancock smiles as Sole laughs. They sit on the couch, and the ghoul offers his companion a mentat.

"No thanks, I'm trying to stop."

"Hmph. Pray tell, how fares it in your realm?"

"Quiet. The Castle is well-kept. Hartfield does an excellent job managing the squads, Rony is fantastic at instructing the rookies, and Preston is simply brilliant at keeping an eye on the entire Commonwealth."

"You bestows all the credit upon others whilst granting but a trifling amount to their esteemed General."

Sole sighs slightly, their gaze lost in the nothingness.

"The General is a little tired these days so my colonel and my lieutenants have the lion's share of the job."

Hancock moves gently, almost nervously, his arm around his friend's shoulders.

"Require a modicum of respite, do we?"

"Why do you suppose I came to you? I always feel so much better when you're by my side."

Hancock smiles and would blush if his skin would let it. He clears his throat, trying to keep himself in control, but his tone is far from confident.

"I'd be willin' to do anythin' to put ya at ease," he admits, realizing after how unusual it sounds. "Well, what I mean is—

"You'd drug my drink if I had one," Sole chuckles. "I know."

"Nah, not in the slightest."

The mayor sighs, trying to find more appropriate words to explain himself. He should have done it years ago. And the time has come.

"What I'm trying to say is that—

The living room door swings open, revealing an obviously irate Fahrenheit.

"Mutants attack! Three spotters have already been killed!"

Sole rushes onto their legs, grabbing their weapon. Hancock follows, although a little less enthusiastically.

"Eh, when duty beckons, we must heed its call."

Preston : The linens are being stretched out on the recycled mattress that Sole fashioned for Cait's bed, which is set up in her room of the news appartements. According to Sole, this is the final edifice that she constructed at Sanctuary, and these sheets symbolize the consecration of her town.

"What if more people come?"

"We will begin to consider the possibility of cleaning up Concord. There is no longer a single space available for anyone at Sanctuary.

"What if couples have children."

"Do not tamper with my words, Preston. You are aware of what I am referring to..."

The colonel is unable to contain his laughter. It's true that he was having a great time at the expense of Sole. The reason for this is that he is well aware of the fact that Sole asserts today that Sanctuary is completely finished, but that they will come tomorrow with a new project that might be a house, apartment, bunker, or anything else.

As Sole is leaning over to replace a cushion, Preston places the sheet on top of the pillow, and their hands lightly brush against each other as they should on such an occasion. He laughs shyly, and his General looks up, inquisitive about what is going on.

"What's that?"

The poor man, who was swelled and wondering what to do with his skin, responded quickly, "Nothing."

Sole gives a little chuckle, and their eyes appear to light up as if they have suddenly grasped something that is quite obvious.

"Preston, my dearest friend." Taking a seat on the bed, they pat the mattress next to them. "Is there anything you'd like to talk to me about?"

The Colonel embodies a desire to pass away. His foolish chuckle has not gone unnoticed by the General, and he is now perfectly capable of dying out of shame. He knows exactly where Sole wants to go. However, after the wine has been drawn, it required to be drink. In order to do so, he sits down next to Sole.

"I'll tell you the truth, and after that, I'll ask you—

"HOW DARE YOU SIT IN MY BED?" Cait cries out as hurling her bags onto the ground while hoisting a baseball bat over her shoulder.

"Woh!" yells out Sole in an effort to calm her down. "We just putted the sheets on the bed!"

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

Cait chases Preston and Sole while making threats, and they run away without waiting for a second warning while giggling.

Strong (seriously, I think I’m crazy) : Sole wipes their mouth after basically consuming their opponent's heart as Strong suggested —what would they do to finally gain the respect of the super-mutant— and the so-called super-mutant is noticeably impressed.

"Puny Human now understands. Human must capture valor of great warrior who died fighting."

"But it's still cannibalism."

"What problem?"

Sole furrows their brow. Cannibalism is highly common in the realm of these massive monsters. It comes as naturally to Strong as eating a puppy. Anyway, he's already done with the Gunner's carcass.

"If not, do you have another way to celebrate a victory?"

"Eat defeated, drink, sing."

"Sing?"

Strong casts a bored gaze upon Sole, and they hope they won't have to take a punch for their attitude, but it was too unbelievable.

"Strong good singer. Mighty voice."

"I would love to hear Strong sing a song of victory then."

The super-mutant smiles a little. Sole wonders if they made a mistake. A deathclaw would smile like that before devouring a pray. Strong, on the other hand, bursts through a series of borborygmas and discordant sounds. They resist to cover their ears with their hands and eventually opt to join the sound calamity.

Strong appears to be quite happy.

"Great tiny human. Capable of singing ancestral song."

"Ancestral? I thought you were created by the Institute."

"Ancestral," the monster adds with a smile still stretch on his face. "Strong like Puny Human, very honorable little human," Strong is pleased, "and uh—

"Look, Strong! Some Gunners appear to have survived our raid over there! Let's go kill them!"

For the first time of his life, Strong is upset to finds out that he is returning to battle, but Sole pays little mind to their green companion. They've already armed themselves and are ready to take out the soulless mercenaries.

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Another one

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An actual prompt this time! I know you're busy and have plenty of things to write yet, take your time.

Soo I was thinking that maybe companions (and Maxson) horribly failing at confessing to Sole. Like for example they could clear out some Raiders, companion is impressed, tries to confess BAM Sole gets fucking decked by random raider they didn't kill. I feel like you could get pretty creative with that one. Like deathclaws, something exploding, just settlers running in, other companions interrupting etc.

Yeah! Sorry for my waiting list but this one just take me out of my bed literally Maybe it's better then just writing nothing and you all will forgive me... I will not taking it as an habit but it was just what I needed I think And maybe an EPIC ask... I think it will be (not in the sense I'll do an epic job, in the sense hmmm Titan Quest like the F.E.V. one and all) Oh, and take note you ask for... horribly

Part 1

Danse / Deacon / Nick Valentine

(Part 2 : Hancock, Preston, Strong)

(Part 3 : X6-88 alone because of a bug)

(Part 4 : Gage, MacCready, Piper)

(Part 5 : Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Dogmeat, Elder Maxson)

Danse : Sole returns. Sole returns to the bunker after a few days. Danse had time to clean and make the space more comfortable. He didn't consider establishing his new camp there because, after all, he didn't consider living at all.

But now he did.

And Sole came back.

Danse kept himself occupied during his few days alone, trying not to worry about what was happening to him. But he pondered his new envision of himself. Beyond the initial distaste, he felt a sense of conviction, similar to how Sole stood.

Whatever he is, he is a person with convictions for which he fought. He was a man of honor —a synth?— whose his brothers and sisters could trust.

He'd come a long way. His damned way into this group that turned his back on him after he had dedicated his blood and soul for them. And Maxson, whom he almost considered a friend, treated him as if he were a worm to be crushed.

After being reassured that he agreed with Sole on his right to life, his thoughts couldn't help but wander.

He recalls Sole standing in front of him, defending him against Maxson.

And even more.

More, a lot more.

He can't help but replay in his mind all of these events, all of these moments. When Sole emerged as an avenging angel, slaying all the ghouls in their way, Danse was convinced that his squad's final hour had arrived. They entered the paladin's life as a mythical entity, too great for regular mortals, an enigmatic spirit of the times sent to save them.

Then there's how they forced a comedy at Fort Strong while killing mutants. Danse had admonished them a few times for their lack of seriousness in the face of a critical assignment, but he couldn't keep a smile from rising on his face in the midst of their antics.

And all of their nonsense, every time they could.

Danse had pieced together Sole's intentions and the horror of their past, and he couldn't help but admire this person's trustworthiness. When Danse expressed concern about Sole's moral status following such heinous ordeals, Sole merely grinned and remarked that the companionship they were blessed with helped them get through.

Even after they returned from the Institute, learning the injurious truth, they had held on, had rounded the corner, and Danse felt better to know he had been by their side to help. To morally support them.

And now that Sole is standing in front of Danse again, slightly smiling and wondering what's next for him, Danse feels his throat tighten.

Because Danse has realized that he has strong affections for Sole.

Much more than a simple friendship.

He nods slowly.

"Perhaps we should consider venturing to Sanctuary. I am unable to endure it any further. First and foremost, I am a soldier, and a soldier without a purpose doesn't progress very far. I humbly express my desire to align myself with the esteemed Minutemen's structure. In the utmost, their cause is righteous, and they shall not forsake me nor open fire upon me. I have received word that their General harbors a troubling acceptance towards synths."

"They tolerate and love them a lot," Sole admits with a half-smile.

They proceed without adding anything. Thus far north, there is no road that crosses directly, at least not according to Sole. As best they can, they cross the countryside in wreckage, cutting valleys and hills.

And Danse remains quiet, lost in introspection.

Yes, he likes Sole a lot more than simply as a friend. There's a lot more. Soon, Sole will return to their Rail Road operations, to which Danse has never been requested (and he now understands why), while Danse will begin his Minutemen duties, most likely limited to the Castle for the time of his training. And, while it appeared to him at first to be the finest way to fill his days, he now has a peculiar uneasiness at the prospect of leaving Sole without delivering anything of what he feel upon them.

They are in the midst of the wreckage of a plane that crashed there two centuries ago. They passed through a few Minutemen (apparently, it is in the profession to check out every nook and cranny of the Commonwealth), but they are now alone and isolated in front of the cabin of the downed craft.

He clears his throat slightly in an attempt to catch the attention of his partner.

Sole looks at him.

"Something's wrong, Danse?"

When the realization occurs to the fallen Paladin that he would never again have his title before his name, he swallows hard. But that's not the issue he's having right now.

"I…I'm not really a man of words but…"

Sole erupts in laughter.

"Are you not a man of words? Yes, you ate a dictionary at birth!"

For a few whiles, the poor man panics, unable to restore balance after the sting of Sole. He had seized his courage in both hands in an attempt to open his heart, and his partner had fallen back into amusement. But he needs to tell them. He has to. He knows deep down that he has to.

"Sole, please."

They instantly calm down, recognizing that the man in front of them appears to be death serious.

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't be like that. What I'm trying to say is this—

Sole's expression shifts from calm to dread in an instant, while Danse hears the anger of a beast he despises beyond all in his back. He despises her much more now that she's interfering in such an important situation.

He turns, weapon in hand, to fully answer to the deathclaw, and then follows a long and deadly combat. The beast is fierce and perhaps ancient, and it not easily defeated.

When they eventually prevail against the monster, with a few bites and scratches here and there, Danse don't dare trying again to express himself. And Sole now has to patch them up as soon as they find out a settlement, so they regretfully didn't think to inquire furthermore.

Deacon : His deathly bunny and he jumped into a plethora of wolf dens. Nothing, however, tops being in his favorite den.

The spy like it when Sole stays for the evening and then retires to the back of the HQ for a well-deserved rest. Despite the fact that he does not require sleep himself —as a synth, eh— he enjoys lying on the mattress next to Sole when they ask it, with a roll of the eyes at his answer.

They normally spend a few more moments on their mattresses talking about everything and nothing until one of them falls asleep —more often then none Sole, because Deacon is a synth, yup.

"Tell me again how he almost swallowed his beard."

Sole bursts out laughing.

"I told him to go to hell. That I was only in their camp for my friend Danse, and that by turning their back on him, the entire organization may roast, I would never support them again. Anyway, it's irrelevant now. Let them go to fight like the big boys they are against this blasted Institute and get the heck out of my territory."

Deacon like it when Sole becomes engrossed. The fire in their eyes awakens his heart's hearth. He would never have confessed to them. Never. Never previously has it's not have seems important.

There is still a serious moment, which Sole elaborates on.

"It's very little Deacon, to remain silent and, moreover, serious. What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, you know. There isn't much to eat here. Perhaps a programming error. Perhaps I should run a diagnostic."

Sole's chuckling is priceless. Deacon smiles quietly as he listens to the pleasant melody in his ears. They stare at him again when his friend grows still serious.

They sit on the mattress and motion for Deacon to do the same. As he straightens, the spy stares down. Sole is right. He has words on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't dare to voice them for the first time in his holy life. Sole gently takes his hands in their, searching for his eyes.

"Deacon, you know you can tell me anything?"

The man glances into the other side and swallows cautiously. Yes, he has the right to tell Sole anything. But what about that? Can he? He has to. He has a debt to Sole. He owes them a frank and honest sincerity. And even the thought seems weird to him. A straightforward and open sincerity? He has no recollection of what it tastes like.

"I'll be honest then," he says, hesitantly, as if he must step into the void. "It's been a while since I should have told you."

He takes a deep breath, ready to blow it all, when an unusually powerful vibration is noticed.

Sole turns their gaze towards the headquarters, and suddenly they hear screaming and gunshots.

"But…"

Deacon leaps to his feet. This kind of roar his still heard in his worst nightmares. Just like the day the Coursers assaulted the old HQ. But isn't Tinker Tom meant to put cameras? How did the Coursers gain access to the facility, this time?

"The Brotherhoods!" yells someone from within.

Sole and Deacon are already on the front lines of defense, positioning themselves to hold the soldiers for as long as it takes for the others to flee. They didn't even need to talk. With Gloria, they hold the line and exchange gunshots with their enemies, keeping them in respect for so long that Deacon is confident their friends will have no problem to disappear in the ruins of Boston. Gloria then makes a strangled gasp and collapses to her knees, her gun no longer firing shots. Deacon peers at her, fear on his face as he realizes his friend has been badly shot.

"Glo!"

A grunt and a thud behind his back make him fear the worst. He attempts to hold the BoS at bay, but his weapon is too slow without Gloria's gatling and Sole's assault rifle.

Desperate, he throws a couple of grenades into the tunnel to gain time, and he manages to push the invaders back slightly.

He rushes alongside Sole right away.

"Eh!"

His friend clutches their bowels in agony, or what remains of them. Deacon wraps his arms around them and softly cradles them.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright. Let's go locate Carrington."

As he glances around, searching in the room... he realizes that the doctor is among the casualties. He growls and attempts to drag Sole further away, hoping to hide them.

"We're going to get through this," he said. "We're going to get through this, I promise" he repeats dejectedly.

“Liar,” breaths Sole before becoming limp in his arms.

Nick Valentine : They came to a halt near the GNN, in the ruins of an abandoned house of which he believes was once a settlement.

He finds it weird that the occupants simply vanished overnight, leaving no trace.

It happens occasionally, such as at University Point, although there are traces. There are dead settlers, downed synths, evidence, and clues.

But here, just the emptiness of tranquility, as if no one had lived there since the war.

But Sole is worn out, hungry, and thirsty, and all he wants is one evening off, possibly one night.

While his companion actually runs aground on a dingy old mattress in the living room of the modest house, Nick ensures that nothing threatens them. When the synth returns from his excursion, his partner hasn't moved one inch.

He moves careful closer.

"Well, ya gotta keep that belly of yours satisfied. And imbibing a beverage would assuredly be a wise course of action."

He was met with a growl in response. He looked around. The previously residents provided a fire pit. He reaches over, takes Sole's bag, and begins cooking something for them.

"I'll rouse you from your slumber once the soup is ready."

Another grunt joins in. He can't help but sneering. Of course, he finds a cauldron (even two) and every necessary instrument in Sole's backpack to prepare the thrifty dinner. Water canes, carrots, and a piece of meat that he starts cutting into small cubes. He whistles merrily, converting himself into a maid of the household, as he frequently does with Sole.

"Ah, the pangs of nostalgia for the flavors of garlic and cilantro doth visit me on occasion. Parsley and mint!

“Salt, pepper,” Sole mumbles under their arm, their head shifting slightly to reach a more comfortable position.

Nick digs deeper into the bag and uncovers a pepper and salt shaker.

"Well, I must say, this here stuff seems to possess quite the remarkable dose of radiation, and it should lacks any discernible flavor."

“Still good,” corrects the other.

Nick chuckles a little and adds the condiments, pleased to be able to improve the soup he's making.

He sits down and glances around the room while waiting for the meal to be ready. It had to have been a nice house. Here had to live a lovely little family. He takes note of the stairs. The bedrooms should be on the second floor. Children, most likely. A pleasant existence.

Normal.

His gaze is drawn to the limp figure on the mattress. His artificial lips slowly form a tiny smile. Sole, in all their magnificence, is a stunning, authoritarian, and noble individual. But the visual of Sole spread out, blindly trusting their companion for safety, entirely abandoned to the sleep that stole them, is something that few can boast of seeing.

And Nick owns it.

He has it all and meticulously details his friend.

And once more, this odd sensation arises in the hollow of his components.

It happens from time to time. Often. More and more. When their gazes cross. When they cheer at a triumph. When a file is closed. When they're simply the two of them at the end of an evening by the fire. When Sole departs for a while and then reappears on his doorstep.

And Nick can no longer mislead himself.

He experiences a feeling. This is not a programming error. His circuits are flawless in that. It's just a true, intense, genuine emotion.

He serves a bowl of soup and kneels next to Sole, softly shaking their shoulder.

"Stand up, Sleeping Beauty, lunch is served!"

Sole scolds and growls but sit in front of Nick, gratefully taking the bowl that their friend hands them. They begin to eat it carefully, as if lost in contemplation. And Nick can't stop admiring them, always fascinated by the elegance of their features and the brightness in their eyes.

His companion frowns as they glance back at him. "I got something stick in my teeth?"

Nick sighs and laughs a little.

"There's absolutely nothin' on here. None of it, pal."

"So what?"

"It seems that this, ah, old carcass of mine hasn't been spinning as smoothly as I'd prefer for quite some time now."

Sole places the dish on the ground, their face etched with anguish and earnestness.

"Nick, what's wrong?"

The synth is astonished.

"Oh, nothing to be awry. Not quite how you're envisioning it. It's just a tough nut to crack."

"Say so, and we'll figure it out together. Perhaps I am able to help you."

He places a sympathetic hand on Nick's metal one, the synth constantly amazed at how tactile Sole is with him despite his nature.

"How can you…help me?"

Even though Sole is the organic, it's Nick who swallows with difficulty. He lowers his head, his eyes hidden by the brim of his fedora, but Sole's hand rises from his to tuck beneath his chin.

"Hello, I'm here. I will always be there for you. No matter what."

After getting some good breaths, Nick takes the plunge to opens his bag. He opens his mouth to respond, but then a radroach erupts between them, knocking the bowl of soup over and driving both to rush to their feet and draw their weapons.

After the "vicious" opponent is dispatched, a nice laugh and a new bowl of soup, Sole raises an eyebrow.

"But what did you want to tell me, before our surprise guest wasted your delicious soup?"

Nick swallows and makes a dismissive hand motion.

"Nothin', absolutely nothin'. Drop it..."

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Hey man! Hope you're doing well!!

Sorry if this is obvious but I just didn't see it in your rules so I just wanted to double check: do you NSFW requests?

If not, that's completely fine! Otherwise have a great day, afternoon, evening or night!

I don't actually do a lot of NSFW and dunno if I'm good at this

I have two bold request in pending and then we will see.......

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take care of yourself

cause someone out there really cares about you

It's really sweet of you

Thank you... you can't even know how this bright my day (evening)

Thank you and I will never give up, never surrender (a good man make me promise)

#personal #thank you

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Hello everyone!

No, I don't intend to euh reach as much ask to do as I have done

I'll soon be back on track

It's just (as if my bright star have darkened à little this year) that we add a really strong desease to all other stuff I had to deal with and you have me now

If I continue to breath another week, I should release some new reacts soon

Tbh, out of subject, they are some really interesting, some seems complicate to do but one was just asked to me and inspired me so much... I will follow the order in which I receive them, it is a promise that I made myself, but I confess that I really look forward to sharing it with you!! (I think I didn't put it in the list yet)

Thank you to all of you that continue to like, share and just appreciate my work

Thank you to all of you that send me ask

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Thank you @k-peasants and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

Oh! I have a fun idea! How would the companions react to sole going through some rubble and finding a former degree/award for some massive achievement that was prewar. Like sole finds some massive medical award and is like “oh yea. This was for that surgical technique I made up” or like a military award like “oh yes this was when I saved 4 guys from a bomb”

Sole demanded them to assist them in clearing out the house of anything that had not stood the test of time. They remove the shattered old furnishings from the master bedroom. Sturges might be able to assist with one or two repairs. When they drop a drawer, a plastic-coated document falls out. Sole rushes to hide it from their companion, but it is too late.

Cait : "Hold up, what's that I'm seein'?" she asks.

Sole replies with "nothing."

"It's a real big deal," Cait says as she takes the certificate from Sole's grasp. "Damn, I did know about this tournament! It was some fancy-pants international featherweight champion. I had no clue you were into the ring, darlin'! And here I was, thinking I was the one who fought for the both of us!"

Sole seemed to be really uneasy.

"It happened in college. I was actually at college. To pay for my studies, I had been fighting in the ring. It was... another era."

"Hold up, there's a difference between scrapping and scraping to fund your education and being the legendary international champion! Are ya still sportin' yer belt? "

"No. I sold it to put down the deposit on this house. And I assure you, it was nothing. I won luckily."

"Luckily?"

"Yeah. Just one foolish thing. I was fortunate in every bout. The guys had been drinking or cheating on their diet the night before. As a result of one thing leading to another, I was proclaimed champion."

"Without raisin' yer fists, huh?"

"Of course I raised my fists! I won by chance rather than by forfeit. But I'm sure I couldn't compete with opponents like yours."

"Still, it's bleedin' impressive.”

Sole grumbles as they stuffs the document into their bag.

"Are we moving this furniture, or are we still gossiping about things that are worth nothing?"

Cait snatches her side and says nothing. However, she vows to request lessons when Sole will be in a better mood.

Codsworth : "Ah, sir/madam, I must confess, I was not aware of your esteemed possession of an honorary doctorate of science!"

Sole specifies, "The most important word is honorific."

Codsworth grabs the document and holds it up to his ocular sensors. «They do not bestow honoris causa to simply please. What did you do?"

Sole appears irritated. They sets down their side of the furniture because Codsworth doesn't seem to be willing to let go.

"Ah, foolishness. I contributed to the concrete's resilience to salt action. Not much at all."

"Doth mine ears deceive me? Verily, I comprehend that this wondrous concoction of concrete hath indeed brought forth a grand revolution in the realm of construction. Yet, I beseech thee, should such an accomplishment truly warrant the bestowal of a doctorate?"

"I may have studied the radar and the atom... that may have prompted me to design a radio-localisation model as well as the practically autonomous extension of the atomic battery... which may have led to the final version of the Pip-Boy 2000 mark VI."

Codsworth perfectly imitates an impressed whistle.

«Just that, » he says ironically.

"Sturges will be waiting."

They takes their side of the furniture and Codsworth does the same.

Curie : "Is this a publication highlighting your remarkable achievements?"

Sole rushes to grab the document and hide it beneath their mattress, but Curie quickly catches it.

"Hero of the day?"

"Arf... good luck. Good time, good place. I was the first on the line when a man hit his tanker on the road. I assisted him in getting out of the cabin before everything blew up."

Curie is pleased by both the act and the modesty.

"It is documented that you valiantly ventured into the fiery depths of damnation to rescue this unfortunate soul."

"Journalists favour to exaggerate things. It wasn't quite as good."

"But the vehicle experienced a rather explosive event.”

"Like the grenades that lob at me all day long. Do we remove that piece of furniture or not?"

Curie adds nothing. Her long-held admiration for Sole, on the other hand, has only grown.

Danse : Sole quickly hides the document, but Danse sets the furniture down and crosses his arms.

" What is it, soldier? This appears to be of great significance."

"It is not."

A tiny smile is stretched out by the Brotherhoods.

"I have perused the text. However, I yearn to receive your words directly."

"I may have rescued a patrol during a military operation, and my unit just happened to need publicity. That kind of stuff happens all the time in a fighting era."

Danse takes the document from Sole's grasp. " The Medal of Honor, a symbol of unwavering valour and unyielding dedication to duty. Though it existed long before my existence, I am not oblivious to the profound significance that this esteemed recognition embodies."

"Well, it's nothing anymore, and it won't take my furniture out of the room."

"That doth epitomise the individual who didst cast themself into the fray, valiantly rescuing mine unit from a ravenous horde of feral ghouls.”

Sole growls and grips their side of the furniture once again. Danse sets the certificate on the bed and vows to persuade Sole to display it noticeably in the Prydwen dormitory.

Deacon : Deacon goes up to Sole and grabs the document to read. Sole tries to take it from him and follows what appears to be a tango.

“God! Gold? I never knew you were a spry athlete, pal.”

"Congress gold medal, nothing to do."

"Yup, ain't got nothin' to do with it, I see. Service to the country ain't no walk in the park, my friend.”

Sole finally gets the document out of his hands and throws it in the back of their closet.

"If you bring this to anyone...I swear..."

Deacon chuckles. Sole attempts to threaten him from time to time, but they are never successful. This time, however, they appears to be completely out of it.

"I swear to God, I'm leaving the RailRoad!"

The spy swallows slowly.

"Let's get a move on, this here's a real big deal. Why does you appear so ashamed of it?"

"Excellent service to the country. I created the radio guiding technology that was later used on the nuclear bomb. You know that thing that swept the country and ushered in our era?"

Deacon's brows appear over the lenses of his glasses.

"I ain't never gonna spill the beans to nobody...”

Dogmeat : He doesn't move furniture, and even if he falls on a document, it makes no difference to him. However, one evening while Sole is laying in their bed watching an old award, Dogmeat comes at the foot of the bed.

«Never tell anyone, buddy,» Sole murmurs, «but it was me who discovered this vaccine against the flu H6D20 during my master.»

In heaven, the dog wags his tail when Sole scratches his head.

Elder Maxson : Sole had offered to discuss troop rationing in exchange for a service, but Maxson had no idea that this service would consist of cleaning up a wrecked house. Then this document slid out of a drawer, and Maxson bent over to pick it up, discovering at the same time that he is helping to empty Sole's house, and that Sole is a former civilian hero, permitting the evacuation of roughly twenty citizens from a burning building at the risk of their life. He stares up at a snow-white Sole (despite though he has no idea what snow is).

“Sir…I'll explain."

"Explain me that you have comprehended our core values prior to being recruited into my organisation?"

"Sir, it didn't happen the way it was described in this article."

"Cease this, Knight. I have no tolerance for disingenuous humility. Embrace the recognition that has been bestowed upon you. "

Sole scowls and goes out of the room. Maxson follows them.

"Do I connect that this esteemed honor instills a sense of unease within your being? And what, pray tell, is the purpose of laminating it, then?"

Sole kicks a shard of metal that has fallen from the roof.

"Nora/Nate requested that we save this article to show our son later. I always thought it was silly, and I tried everything to get rid of it. I have just now discovered the hiding place that has been found to keep me from wiping its existence."

Maxson places his hand on the shoulder of his soldier. "Do not cringe in shame. Take pride in your unwavering commitment to righteousness and steadfast courage. That is what sets you apart within our ranks and renders you of great significance to me."

Sole becomes even more uneasy, so Maxson changes the subject. "So, what about the supplies?"

"I will give you whatever surplus my colonies have...but never talk about it again."

Maxson extends his hand. "We have an agreement, General."

Hancock : The ghoul turns and returns the document he stole from Sole, placing it on their bed's mattress. " What in the blazes is this?" he innocently wonders, even though he knows exactly what it is due to his broad pre-war knowledge.

“Hm…I jumped from a vessel into a port to save the daughter of a wealthy politician who had gone overboard her own shuttle. They made a fuss of it."

Hancock whistles between his teeth and takes a shot of Jet. "Copacetic! I reckon I'm acquainted with a genuine hero?"

"The only heroic act I can brag about," Sole interrupts, grabbing the newspaper. "it's to not having strangled you for all of the chem breaks you take instead of helping me."

Hancock chuckles and stands up. It is true that it is easy to divert his attention away from such a unpleasant activity.

Gage : Porter only groans and whines. Instead of cleaning a house, they should be conquering settlements. Despite this, he picks up the document from the ground and instantly realizes what he is holding in his hands. "...the President of the United States recognized their bravery..."

"You can read?"

Porter, somewhat offended, looks up at Sole. " Of course I can decipher the written word, friend. I have an aversion to perusing literature, but my maternal figure insisted on instilling some intellectual capacity within me. What's the dealio, pal?"

"There is no story. I hurried to save a senator who was crossing the street when a truck broke down. They made a spectacle of it."

Porter blows a whistle. "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch what you just said, but judging by your humble nature, I feel it must have been quite the substantial tale."

Sole mutters. "The sooner we get this piece of furniture out, the sooner we'll be able to go conquer settlements."

Porter agrees without further explanation.

MacCready (romanced) : "What's this now? Primetime Emmy award?"

"Nothing...really, and more nothing important today."

"But, still?"

The mercenary ignites the cigarette that has been put behind his ear, having all his time. Especially when he is not compensated for his services as a mover.

"At the start of my marriage, I was a TV show host for a few years." They gave me this award because they believed I was good. The trophy had to have been stolen by now, but the document had to have been hidden in that drawer by Nate/Nora."

"A trophy, huh? Like when ya win a real high-stakes game?"

Sole approaches the mercenary with a smile, wrapping their arms around his shoulders. "The only trophy that matters to me is a certain wooden statuette that was given to me on the day you opened your heart to mine." then they passionately kisses him.

Mac no longer complains. He just got a nice income and believes that if he works hard, his compensation would be even better in the evening.

Nick Valentine : “Ah, the Call to Service Award! I must admit, I had no inkling of your unwavering dedication prior to the war."

"I guess it's in my nature to spend all of my free time helping others," Sole laughs nervously. "But, really, it's nothing. I… It was fairly simple, and I had an excellent staff. Instead of going to bars, I went to the community center and helped others. It was enjoyable."

In turn, the old detective laughs. "Quite the spectacle, tending to the aged, providing sustenance for the destitute, and offering refuge to the wanderers."

“Well, it hasn't changed much,” says Sole, following the humor of the mocker.

Nick approaches and hugs them. "The more I come to know you, the more I find myself growing fond of you."

Sole appears indefinitely nervous, and Nick becomes too. By making the gesture that he has just too naturally provided, he is now persuaded that Sole's discomfort is, as often as not, because he is a synth and not another human being.

"Well, let's extract this particular piece of furniture, shall we?" he says quickly.

Sole observes him for a bit, realising that their friend is now more uncomfortable than they are, and knowing how self-aware he is, they place a warm hand on his shoulder. "By the way, thanks for helping me."

Nick smiles slightly. "It's always a real pleasure, partner.” And they each take their side of the cabinets.

Piper : "Are you jokin' with me?”

“What? It's insignificant."

“The damn Pulitzer Prize? Nothing? You really think I ain't aware of what it is?"

Sole seemed to be uneasy.

"I wrote an article criticizing the waste of resources in the movement of troops in Anchorage. It didn't turn me into a hero."

"But there's the Pulitzer Prize!"

"Do you really know what it is?"

Piper gives themm a mocking glance. "I’m a journalist, Sole. jour-na-list! Oh, you bet your sweet Nuka-Cola I know what it is!"

"I'm sorry for bugging you, but it's not like they're still do it."

"I understand, and I believe it's a shame. My McDonough story would've fetched me one, I tell ya..."

Sole bursts in laughter. "I'm convinced, too."

They resume the task without adding anything, but later that evening, Piper feels compelled to bring it back on the rug, for the damnation of Sole.

Preston : "A humanitarian award?"

Sole growls as they reclaims the article from Preston's grasp. "This must have been laminated by Nate/Nora. Shit…”

"A humanitarian award." Preston muses.

"In Africa, I dug wells to provide water to villages. It's not a huge deal. It was just another pastime for students with low self-esteem."

"You ventured all the way to Africa just to dig wells?"

"It was with a hundred other students. And there are many more. It was a common occurrence, I assure you."

"And did everyone receive a humanitarian award for that, General?"

Sole seemed to be uneasy.

"I may have started the nonprofit organisation that raised the most funds and travelled the furthest...However, it was in the past. I'm not even sure Africa exists anymore..."

Preston slaps Sole in the back while laughing heartily.

"You're that. The yearnin' to protect the world. I'm mighty proud to be your friend."

Sole gives a gentle smile. "You're more to me than just a friend, Preston. Everything is due to you."

"It's quite amusing, because that's exactly the sentiment I was about to express. Beginning with my life, in all senses."

Sole stares at the ceiling. They are occasionally irritated by Preston's approach, even though Preston is the great spirit who resurrected the Minutemen from its ashes. But if that pleases him, so be it. They take their place at their side of the furniture, and their Colonel gets the message.

"Ah, don't forget, tomorrow's is my humble abode, alright?”

"Too good." Sole grunts.

Strong : "What paper?"

"Stupidity of the past."

"Why Puny human hide paper?"

"Stupidity, I said. Sole piloted a plane to prevent it from collapsing on a skyscraper."

"What plane?"

"Stupidity. Can you get that piece of furniture out for me?"

Strong snatches the furniture with both hands and throws it through the window.

"Puny human furniture out."

Sole scratches their head. Sturges might have a hard time fixing it...

X6-88 : "Sir/Madam, is this document authentic?"

Sole growls as they grabs it from the Courser's hands. "It had to be Nora/Nate who laminated it."

"May I offer a remark?"

“No.”

Sole points to the other end of the cabinet to X6, and the synth rushes to take his position, but as they leave the house, he can't help but return his eyes to Sole from time to time. Sole exhausts their patience by travelling to Sturges to drop off their burden.

“What?”

"It is a privilege to be in the service of a genuine revolutionary in the field of modern medicine, and I cannot help but fathom the origins of Father's exceptional intellect."

"It was a laboratory accident that had a positive impact on humanity because my assistant was clever enough to capitalize on it and he was noble enough to give me the credit."

X6 adds nothing, yet on these rare occasions, a small smile extends across his lips. He has known for a long time that Sole is very modest, but he also knows that they are a particularly smart person, and he is not astonished to find that they distinguished themself even before the war.

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