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Fallout 4 - Morning on the Prydwen
#Fallout 4#FO4#fo4 Prydwen#Paladin Danse#morning on the Prydwen#fo4 polaroid#was so good just hop in for a moment
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“it’s a common notion!”
game: fallout 4
characters: paladin danse, arthur maxson
summary: he gets a little jealous seeing someone else be interested in you the same way he is. he starts to wonder if it’s a common occurrence for you.
warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, reader isn’t sole but you can read it as if they were, jealousy,
↣ paladin danse
“knight.”
you glance up from your seated position to see your sponsor, power armour and all, watching over you. “paladin danse. how was your search in lexington? find anything useful?”
“yes. recovered some brotherhood weapons and holotags for captain kells,” he explains to you as he watches you take your hands off the scribe in front of you, “what have you been doing since i left the prydwen?”
you think it was pretty obvious with how proctor cade has you running a mock infirmary in the armoury bay. you were given a white coat to show people you were acting as a second doctor to cade. the bay was filled with tens of soldiers who came back for a fight with the institute at a hold-out spot in the commonwealth, all injured and most near to death. cade’s office was packed and you offered your help since you worked closely with him a few times.
“are you blind, paladin?” you mumble out in a joking matter. danse shows a slightly embarrassed look. but you smile at him. “the most recent outpost the brotherhood established was overrun by synths. proctor cade cannot tend to all of these soldiers.”
“right…” he grumbles off as you turn back to scribe in front of you.
you hold his hand, wiping the blood off his palm and trying to clean his cut. he winces, but the obvious blush that patterns his pale cheeks is obvious. he cannot stop looking at you.
“i… i have some injuries i’d like you to look at,” danse suddenly speaks up. you look up at him from your seated position. “i know cade is busy.”
“oh, well, i’m also a bit preoccupied too, paladin,” you say and finish wrapping the scribe’s hand, “is it urgent? how badly does it hurt?”
“a ten,” he says without hesitation. you stare at him with a raised brow. “i, uh… just come see me when you have the time.”
you go to respond when proctor cade comes into the armoury in a hurry. his sleeves are tugged up to his elbows and he has dried blood on his fingertips. his eyes meet yours and he hurries over.
“thank you, knight y/n, i appreciate all your help,” he sincerely says. you finish off the bandages before sending the scribe off. he does so reluctantly and shakes your hand for a bit too long for danse’s liking. “i can handle the rest of the soldiers here. you need to get some rest yourself; elder maxson said that you had a tiring mission this morning.”
“are you sure, proctor?” you ask as you stand up. there were still a lot of patients here, albeit you had dealt with the more serious cases. many of the ones left were just injuries. “i can stay for another hour.”
danse stands behind you. cade, looking between the both of you, notices the paladin’s slightly furrowed brows. he only nods.
“yes, knight, do not worry. i’ve been the doctor on this ship for as long as i can remember, i know a thing or two,” he says to you. you nod your head and wipe off the blood on your own hands. “thank you for your help. i’m sure maxson is also grateful for your actions. now, go rest.”
you put the coat down on the box you were sitting on and take out the supplies from your pockets. the medkit was given to cade before you turned to danse.
“okay, leave your power armour here and i’ll meet you at your room.” you tell him. danse agrees and moves carefully around the patients to take off his armour.
as he removes it, the same scribe from before approaches him.
“paladin danse?” he mutters out quietly.
“yes, soldier?” danse replies, head held up tall.
“i wanted to say… thank you for teaching y/n the way of the brotherhood,” the scribe says to danse. his cheeks are tinted red and he plays with his fingers nervously. “they’re an incredible soldier, and they’re so nice… i admire them quite a lot—”
“that is ‘knight y/n’, scribe,” danse interrupts with a harsh tone. the scribe jumps a little at his words, and he slowly nods. “they are just doing their job, as they are ordered to.”
the scribe looks to the ground for a moment, a bit upset. danse feels like he should be apologetic, but he isn’t. he only keeps his stoic look on his face.
“right… i apologise, paladin danse, i did not mean to overstep my boundaries,” the scribe salutes to danse before looking away, “thank you, and knight y/n.”
danse lets the scribe go in silence.
“be easy on the kid, danse,” cade speaks up as he grabs some stimpacks from the box against the wall. danse turns his head to look at him. “it’s just a lil’ crush. knight y/n saved a lot of these soldiers, who wouldn’t be compelled to think about them?”
danse is quiet as he ponders the question. proctor cade goes to do his work as danse moves to his room.
he opens the door quietly to see you sleeping on his bed. your outer layer was taken off, jacket strewn on his desk and you laid on his bed, silently breathing. danse closes the door behind him and unzips the back of his uniform as quietly as he can without disturbing you.
truth be told, he wasn’t injured at all. his retrieval mission went as smooth as humanly possible, so he didn’t need to have anything looked over. he just wanted your attention on him.
he changes into a comfortable shirt and sweatpants before locking the door. it would be heinous is anyone caught you two together in his quarters. you yourself were in a tank top and your pants from your gear, shoes set by the bed. you looked peaceful.
danse sits on the bed as he stares at you.
cade had him thinking; did lots of people have a thing for you? if yes, then how many?
he feels as if it’s childish to wonder such a thing, but he couldn’t help himself. you were an intoxicating thought that clouded his mind.
he thinks that maybe you heard his thoughts, because you suddenly stir and turn around, now facing him. your eyes flutter open and danse feels his face heat up at how you look at him.
“ah, sorry,” you say and start sitting up and wiping your eyes, “i’m exhausted—”
danse leans forward and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he tugs you close before he lays down on the bed. his thin blanket is pulled on top of the both of you. your face is smushed against his chest and your hands press against his upper stomach, trapped.
“get some rest,” he tells you.
“danse…?” you murmur against his skin. he shivers. “what’s going on with you today? i don’t see any injuries.”
he doesn’t say anything in response at first, utterly embarrassed by how he’s acting. he would never tell off a scribe for something like that. perhaps he should apologise when he finds the time.
but for now, danse kisses the crown of tour forehead.
“nothing, soldier,” he sighs out quietly as he closes his eyes. he can feel your hands slowly circle around his waist before you tug him closer, “i was just concerned, is all.”
“i’m okay, danse,” you respond, “you didn’t have to lie.”
“i’m sorry…”
“it’s fine. let’s just sleep now.”
he keeps his eyes open for a bit longer, which prompts you to sigh and lift yourself up. he watches as you plant a kiss to his lips, gentle enough to try and lure him to sleep. he relaxed into you in seconds.
“just talk to me later.” you tell him with a small smile.
he manages to doze off not long after you. the whole entire time, he thinks about how the scribe is right — you are an amazing soldier, and you have the biggest heart. that’s why he fell in love with you.
could he really blame anyone else for doing the same?
↣ arthur maxson
he’s on the ground for a change as he decided he should accompany you on your next task: training the new initiates.
“keep your hands steady,” you say as you watch them attempt to shoot the glass bottles on the boxes. most shots miss. “and don’t hold your breath for so long. you want to pass out in front of the enemy?”
“no, knight-captain!” a call is heard from the firing team.
“i want to see a smashed bottle from each of you,” you say with crossed arms. you watch from the sidelines and see how confident they are with a weapon — which isn’t that much. “we aren’t moving on until we get a clean shot from each of you.”
elder maxson had taken it upon himself to come and watch how you trained them, and he’s impressed. you’re not bad at it, just the right mixture of tough and encouraging. however, he thinks maybe he should’ve asked someone else to do this.
“well done, initiate frieda,” you say as you walk behind her. she lowers her gun and looks back to you, big doe eyes. she was shorter than you and her eyes seemed like the glossiest thing in the world. “you’ll be a sharpshooter in no time. i’m impressed.”
maxson clenches his hands around his bicep. he's let you train initiates before. did you always act so friendly with them? no, you weren't even acting friendly, you were being... genuinely nice. it made maxson wonder how you survived out there.
as you continue to help the other initiates, the girl turns to her friend beside her and begins to squeal quietly.
“did you hear that? knight y/n likes me!” she giggles out, unaware of the looming presence behind her. her friend goes wide eyed before going back to shooting. “i hope i’m on their team when we’re ready for the field, they’re so nice and so pretty—”
“shoot initiate dina’s bottle, soldier.”
frieda slowly looks back behind her to see elder maxson’s glaring eyes. his presence shook her and made the poor girl panic. her laser pistol shoot in her hands before she gulped.
“y—yes, elder maxson, sir!” she replies loudly.
that grabs your attention. you stop mid-sentence as you were talking to another initiate. looking to see the commotion, you’re surprised when you get the scene of maxson standing a foot away from the initiate you had complimented, looking about as mad as ever. you let out a small sigh.
initiate frieda shakily aims at her friend’s bottle. it isn’t a surprise when she misses by a long shot. that makes her friend and all the other initiates, who witnessed you compliment the girl, cringe in fear. the girl swallows the lump of nervousness and carefully lowers her gun.
“if you cannot shoot the target on demand, or under any pressure at all, you are not a suitable candidate for not only the brotherhood, but for knight y/n’a team,” elder maxson’s booming voice reaches across the whole training ground. the initiate looks as if she’s about to cry. but the leader doesn’t let up. “their team is only filled with the ones i deem the best. if you wish to be chosen for such a task, you must work very hard.”
“yes, elder maxson.” initiate frieda mumbles. she wanted to shrivel up.
“and if i may give you a word for advice,” his voice goes quieter, but his glare is harsher. she feels like she’s seen a ghost. “keep you focus on the brotherhood’s goal of freeing the commonwealth. i assure you, knight y/n does not have the time or the interest in someone like you, the way you do for them.”
she’s silent for a moment before she nods her head. elder maxson lifts himself up high again before looking around to the older soldiers.
"take this as a warning to all of you," he shouts as he begins to march. you have to hold back from rolling your eyes. "the brotherhood is now your whole life. you have no time to think of anything other than the good of the commonwealth. if you have joined for any alterior motives," he takes the time to look at you up and down. you don't know whether to be offended or not. "it's best if you leave now while you still can."
the initiates are quiet before they call out a 'yes, sir!' to him. going back to their training, most of them are scared out of their minds. but frieda especially; all she even did was call you pretty.
"elder, may i speak with you for a moment?" you question with a clenched jaw. he stares at you and, without even confirmation, you grab the fur of his jacket and begin dragging him around the corner of a building. you turn back to the eavesdropping initiates. "continue your shooting. when i come back, i do not want to see a single bottle left standing. knight rhys, make sure no one is cheating!"
the knight standing to the side on watch duty at the airport perks up at his name. with a silent groan, he nods his head. he turns to face the initiates and calls out to them to begin. laser shooting fills your ears before you hide behind the corner with maxson.
"arthur!" you grumble out with furrowed brows. he raises a brow at you. "what are you doing? i told you that you could come and watch if it meant you were quiet and didn't scare off my initiates more than you needed to!"
he crosses his arms over his chest as if to show you that he was pissed off as well. you rest your hand on your hip.
"you need to get your initiates in check. you cannot have them thinking this way about you," he tells you with a shake of his head, "not only will they be fawning over you all the time instead of doing brotherhood work, they will be distracted on the battlefield. careless lives will be lost, knight."
"what are you even—arthur," you sigh as you rub your temple. it's not like he was wrong, you needed to whip them into shape, but it was so early. "this is my second lesson with these initiates. give me a week and i'll have soldiers. just... you need to calm down a bit. what happened?"
he holds back from telling you. maxson was only slightly above admitting that he was wrong, but he'd be damned if he had to admit this to you. the crease between his brows becomes more defined.
"initiate frieda will be under knight wagner's supervision. i don't believe she would be an asset to you."
"shouldn't i have a say in that, elder?" you inquire as you raised a brow, "she is becoming a good shooter, and she gets along well with other brotherhood soldiers. not only that, but she got the highest agility score on the first day. i'd say she is an acceptable candidate for my team."
maxson rolls his eyes at you. your eye twitches at his behaviour.
"arthur, seriously," you exhale slowly and take his gloved hand in yours. he finally drops his arms from his chest and slowly relaxes his shoulders. "what's wrong? you've never been so hostile towards an initiate before."
it takes him a moment to gather up the courage to tell you anything, but soon enough he does.
"it would seem that these new initiates have taken a liking to you," he admits, "and i... i don't intend on letting that go any further."
your heart melts at his words before you let the smile you were holding back now take over your face. it’s a little funny, which makes you cover your face with your free hand. maxson’s brow twitches at your reaction.
“alright, that’s enough, knight,” he scoffs at you. he yanks his hand out of yours and massages the back of his neck. “don’t coddle them, is my point. you have to be their commander, not their crush-magnet.”
“‘crush-magnet’? what are you, 12?” you joke with a hearty laugh. that makes his face turn pink with embarrassment. “it’s okay, arthur. i’ll make sure to keep them in line.”
he looks at your face a little longer before he nods his head. you smile again as he rests a hand on your shoulder. he’s always been sheepish when it comes to any form of affection towards you, even if it was just some kind words. you let him come closer to you and soon press a kiss to your cheek. an arm comes around to hold your waist and he sinks against you.
“captain y/n, they’ve successfully—” knight rhys comes around the corner to interrupt, only he widens his eyes at the scene. he stops on his tracks and clears his throat. maxson is quick to remove himself from you and you rake a step away from him. “ah, i apologise, i—i didn’t, uh… excuse me, but the initiates have cleared all the bottles.”
“thank you, rhys,” you say as you nod your head, “i’ll take it from here.”
he nods his head and walks away while rubbing his ear. you glance to maxson before you stretch your arms.
“okay, i have to get back to work,” you say as you straighten your jacket. maxson runs fingers through his hair and fixes his own overcoat too. “now if you’re going to stay, you need to keep quiet, arthur. they need to be scared of me too. the way you look at people is already enough to make them shit their pants.”
“alright, knight, i will still supervise.” he replies.
you flash him one last sweet smile before he hears you call out an order for combat training as you turn the corner. he stands there for a few seconds longer.
he’d have to get over the fact that you were as amazing to him as you were to others.
#paladin danse#paladin danse x reader#danse#danse x reader#elder maxson#elder maxson x reader#arthur maxson#arthur maxson x reader#maxson#maxson x reader#fallout 4#fallout 4 x reader#fo4#fo4 x reader
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Paladin Danse x Fem! Sole Survivor- it’s all over but the crying
[ note: this is set after the events of the main story, sole followed the BoS route. This drabble deals with themes of mental health, and loss. Please read at your own discretion! ]
All was quiet in Sanctuary. Night had descended, and the gentle hum of the Bloodbugs were far away. If you pretended hard enough, it reminded you of the way Cicadas used to shout into the night, giving the evenings a natural ambience. This was similar, but Cicadas couldn’t turn a man into a drink carton, insides sucked out and carcass discarded for Bloatflies to feed on in the morning. You lent further back into your chair, which squeaked in discomfort at your actions. You’d taken to relaxing by the back door on nights like this, unable to stop your eyes wandering to the night sky to gaze at the moon. Before the Great War, it was normal to hear the sound of vertibirds, giant monstrous things, storm through the skies over the suburbs as they traveled to bases and distant lands alike to fight their wars. Now they only ever made pace from the Prydwen, and the sky was no longer a reminder to you that you had lived on the very edge of peace and destruction. Your deep thought was disturbed by a light turning on in the kitchen, and a soft but firm footfall approach from within.
Your companion, Danse, appeared. He hesitated upon seeing you lost in thought, but you smiled at him and his stiff posture relaxed somewhat, feeling more confident that he’d not interrupted a preferred solitude. He faltered for just a moment upon noticing there was only one chair which you were currently inhabiting, but decidedly shut the back door and came to sit down on the floor next to you. He seemed to have difficulty for a moment, before settling into a more comfortable position. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, he looked so awkward , even if he did seem settled. He looked up at you, his usually stern expression soft in its mild confusion. “Is something wrong?” He enquired, and you found yourself shaking your head. “I just didn’t expect you to do that, I suppose I found it funny.” You explained, and he just nodded, following suit as you returned your gaze to the stars.
Since his expulsion from the Brotherhood (and subsequently discovering his true identity) he had been quieter than usual, but you understood well that pain took a long time to subside, especially great traumas such as his. It was difficult for him to grapple with all he’d been indoctrinated to believe and all that he was- how poorly he had acted to those you considered friends, allies and family. On his shittier days, he’d allow that guilt to fuel his self-loathing; and in turn, his mood would sour. He’d retreat as far into himself as he could, moving around the wasteland with you on autopilot. You minded not, you knew not to take his feelings and tone towards you personally. He was never rude to you anyway: sometimes curt, but never had he offended you or made you feel unsafe. You’d been in a similar way after your incarceration and staggered escape from Vault 111. You didn’t know who to trust with your pain, so you did not speak of it. Not until you stumbled through the gates of Cambridge Police station, responding to the somewhat desperate shouts of Danse and his team as they battled feral ghouls. Not until Knight Rhys (of all people) questioned you about your motives, swearing you intended to shit on everything he held dear. Back then, your priority had been finding Shaun. Now? It was picking up the pieces that your son had left behind, wounding the already scarred landscape with more radiation and debris in order to stop the organization that had grown him into the monster he had become. Trying to return to whatever normalcy life in this time offered was difficult for both of you, and neither of you judged each other for having battles too big for you to fight. You had seen him at his worst, held his shaking and crying form as he cursed his existence into the night. He had been your stability when you mourned Nate, and you often visited the grave you’d made for him together. He would sit silently by your side, listening to you as you spoke to Nate, talking about all that he had missed and never got to experience. Together you’d drink a Gwinnett Stout in his memory, and Danse would sometimes talk to Nate too. He would sternly promise the headstone that he’d been keeping you safe in his absence, and it brought you much comfort.
The relationship that you two shared had no name attached to it, not that you minded. Without words, you’d almost settled into a domestic partnership. Even though Danse was now aware he could not sleep for days with little consequence to his well-being, you’d approach him each time you felt tired and you would lie down together on a mattress (or bedroll, situation dependant) , and as you were both on the edge of sleep he would settle his arms around your waist, and you’d curl back into his chest. It would send your heartbeat wild, but you didn’t desire an answer to his actions. You just wanted to experience it. You ate together (even if a few times you argued when supplies were limited, him wanting you to take the remaining cram tins because of his synth status, you reminding him that synths like him had the same food need as yourself), and you’d even bathe together if you were on the road in the commonwealth. There was no awkwardness between the two of you, sometimes you’d even converse-albeit both of you faced in opposite directions, less out of discomfort and more out of respect for each others autonomy.
In a way, the both of you knew each other's intentions. Neither had denied the other. You tore your gaze away from the inky stillness above to look at him, hoping to steal a private glance, but you found he was already looking at you. He flushed, a welcome look on his face. “Can we discuss something?” He broke the silence, and you gave him your full attention, turning your body to face him to indicate agreement. He fiddled with the material of his trousers as he spoke. “Are we… are we in a relationship?” His words made you feel like an open book. How convenient it was for him to be bringing it up, like he knew you were thinking of him. The cool summer breeze caught some of your shorter hairs, and you swept them behind your ears and out of view. “Do you.. think we are?” You asked with uncertainty, and he searched your expression for a clue to how you were feeling. For a moment he held you, suspended at the end of your question. Embarrassment crept up his neck, and he stumbled over his words slightly as he spoke. “Yes, I mean-I hope so. Otherwise I feel a bit.. wrong?” He offered nervously, and you offered him a small, but amused smile. “ I’d consider us so as well.” You confirmed, and Danse would openly admit he felt relieved. “Good.” He muttered softly, slightly nodding as he spoke. Feeling satisfied, you both returned to stargazing. There was a brief silence as you both stared up in a silent appreciation.
“Can we hold hands?” He asked, without breaking his relaxed look at the stars. “Yeah, we can.” You replied, and you felt his hand reach up for yours, and you firmly interlocked your hand with his. He squeezed your hand for a moment, and you allowed yourself a smile. For tonight at least, you were allowed to be in peace.
#fallout 4#fallout#fanfiction#fanfic drab#Drabble#paladin danse#paladin danse fo4#paladin danse x reader#sole survivor#yes this isn’t the Hancock fic I was writing I can’t write for him rn tbh#but have this instead#I listened to death shroud by the way omggggg#I was on the edge of my seat for all of it!!!#comfort#angst#maybe?? I guess#whatanightmaregrinch
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Heart of Steel
Fallout masterlist - main masterlist
Chapter 1 - 2
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Summary: your first mission for the Brotherhood, you were hoping to be assigned to Paladin Danse but instead you were paired with a high-ranking mysterious Paladin...
Warnings: violence, blood, mild swearing
Notes: sorry this a longer chapter with some canon divergence concerning the "show no mercy" mission^^
Chapter 3 - Show no mercy
"Feels like you can take on the world in there, doesn't it?", Danse chuckled.
You walked around in your new power armor, moving your fingers and checking the settings appearing on your visor within the helmet.
"This is not my first time but damn this thing has improved a lot since I last used it", you exclaimed excitedly.
"Well let's get you on the flight deck, vertibird's waiting."
The paladin headed towards the door, holding in open for you as you stepped through.
"You're joining without the armor?"
"I'm not joining at all, I've been assigned to remain on the Prydwen for now."
Danse shrugged as you approached the vertibird stationed at the end of the flightdeck. It felt strange to see him without his armor after spending so much time together at the police station. Without it, he seemed incomplete, like a turtle stripped of its protective shell. Before you could ask about your fellow soldier on this mission, your eyes caught sight of an individual donning a T-60f power armor standing in the doorway of the vertibird. This particular suit of armor stood out from the others you had encountered on the ship thus far. Its surface was covered in scratches, with blood-red accents carefully painted across its black exterior. The emblem of the Brotherhood was proudly displayed on the chest plate in bold white. Despite wearing an armor yourself, you suddenly felt small standing in the presence of this soldier. With a wave of his hand, he gestured for you to find a seat inside the vertibird. Nervously settling into the designated spot, you stole a glance back at Danse, who offered you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up as the vertibird began its ascent. As the Prydwen gradually disappeared from view, the paladin clad in black armor finally broke the silence.
"So you're the new recruit, the lady out of time. Freshly arrived just yesterday."
He sounded young despite his voice being distorted by the tech in his helmet. You simply nodded, allowing him to continue speaking, hoping to gather some insight before having to say anything yourself.
"I caught a glimpse of you scrubbing the latrines this morning. What did you do to piss off the Elder already on your first day?", he jeered, the visor of his helmet fixed on your figure as he leaned in closer.
"I gave him the wrong answer", you nonchalantly shrugged, "what did you do to piss him off?"
"What makes you think I did?", the paladin cocked his head slightly, displaying a hint of confusion.
"You seem to be one of the higher-ups, yet here you are, babysitting the new recruit on her maiden mission", you challenged him, your amused grin lost behind the metal plate of your helmet.
"Quite observant, timeless lady", he burst into laughter, "but you're mistaken, I'm not punished. I'm just here to make sure the muties don't kill you on sight. Courtesy of the Elder, not every fresh recruit has the pleasure of my company. You must be pretty special."
He extended his arms, tilting his heard slightly down in a mocking bow. You were starting to like whoever this was and made a mental note to dedicate some time to find out his identity as soon as you were back. However, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the whizzing bullets that narrowly missed the aircraft, some of them making contact with its metal surface with a loud clink.
“Time to wipe those dirty mutants from the face of the earth”, the Paladin bellowed as he aimed down with his gatling laser.
That sentence struck a nerve but before you could dedicate another thought to it, a bullet grazed your helmet causing you to instinctively grab the minigun and unleash a barrage of gunfire. More and more super mutants gathered in front of the large building.
"Shiiiit", you shouted in shock, your eyes darting to another mutant towering over the many others.
You had seen the first super mutants around Diamond City but this one was huge. A bone-chilling roar erupted from the creature as it through boulders towards the aircraft, one of them hitting the tail. The vertibird wavered mid-flight and began its descent. Fortunately, the final super mutant collapsed lifeless onto the ground just as the landing gear touched down.
"I gotta hightail back to the Prydwen for repairs", the pilot shouted from her cockpit.
"Send reinforcements, we'll secure Fort Strong and the armory", the Paladin responded, gesturing for you to follow.
A tense silence settled over the outskirts of the fort as the aircraft vanished into the sky. Your grip tightened on your gatling laser as you trailed behind your superior, muscles taut with anticipation, scanning the perimeter for any potential threats.
"First Behemoth?"
You almost jumped at his unexpected question interrupting the fragile silence.
"Yes", you sighed, "to be honest, my first encounter with a deathclaw was less frightening. But then again I was standing on a roof and it didn't hurl boulders at me."
The paladin chuckled, giving your armor a playful pat before coming to a halt at the front entrance.
"Watch your step in there, danger lurks around every bend", he warned you as his hand moved towards the door.
"Wait!", your fingers wrapped around the metal plate on his arm, preventing him from entering, "you never told me what I should call you."
He seemed to ponder for a moment as if he was not sure how to respond before he finally spoke up.
"Humour me. What would you call me?"
"Pendragon", the name slipped from your lips before you even had a chance to think about it.
"Explain", he now turned towards you, curious as to why you'd choose such a mythical name.
"I don't know", you shrugged, "it's the first name that came to mind. Back then at school, before the Great War, I was fascinated by the legend of king Arthur, his full name being Arthur Pendragon. I can't quite explain it, but my intuition tells me it suits you."
"I like it", he chuckled genuinely before entering the building.
You released a trembling breath and activated the radio on your Pip-Boy, which you had connected to your armor. Whatever awaited you inside, music would help alleviate the nerve-wracking tension.
Well, you can fly through the clouds, sail on the sea
No matter what you do, you'll never get away from me
Because I'm right behind you, baby
I'm right behind you, baby
I'm right behind you, baby
And you're never gonna get away
You were greeted by a few angry super mutants and their ferocious hounds. It proved challenging to navigate the room while confined in your power armor; the helmet provided protection but also limited your field of vision, making it difficult to evade the barrage of attacks from the enemy. Painfully slow, the Paladin and you fought your way up to the top floor, only pausing briefly when the final mutant fell lifeless to the ground. The building was all too quiet now, almost eery, with only the occasional creaking of decaying floorboards beneath your feet breaking the stillness. Your stomach churned as the ghostly quietness transformed into a foreboding premonition.
"I don't trust this", you whispered.
The Paladin turned around, raising a finger as if he wanted to point out something when a ghastly growl reverberated from the doorway next to him. Before any of you could react, a mutant burst through the door, the wood splintering into thousands fragments, and it lunged the Paladin, forcing both of them on the ground. With an eerie, creaking sound, the floor beneath them gave way, and they plummeted to the level below. You rushed towards the hole, trying to not fall yourself as peered over the edge. A gasp escaped your lips as you witnessed the subsequent floorboards break apart, sending the Paladin and the mutant hurtling even further down into the basement. The Paladin's cries were abruptly silenced as his head collided with the unforgiving concrete floor, his immobile armor bearing witness to the impact. Before the mutant could gather itself to resume its attack on your fellow Brotherhood comrade, you jumped down the two floors through the same hole, your feet landing next to them with a metallic thud on the solid concrete, whirling a cloud of the centuries old dust that had settled. You launched yourself at the mutant, hurling him against the close-by wall, your fist punching continuously into his face, ceasing your assault only when nothing but a bloody pulp remained and the mutant's lifeless body slumped on the floor.
You rushed towards the Paladin, calling out to him while tapping in his helmet but you didn't get any response. You decided to lift him up and turned the wheel at the back, opening the armor to get him out and check for any serious injuries. Your breath got caught in your throat as you recognised the limp body that slid out from within the protective shell.
"Elder", you whispered as you gently placed him on the ground.
You got out of your own armor, sitting down in front, leaning your back against the cool metal of the leg plate as you pulled Maxson towards you, carefully cradling his head in your lap. He looked almost peaceful, his characteristic stern expression washed away with his muscles fully relaxed and the creases in his face gone. It was the first time you truly noticed how handsome and youthful he actually looked. Your fingertips traced over his features, a smile forming on your lips as they brushed against his surprisingly soft beard. Just as you were about to examine his scar more closely, he stirred, his brows furrowing and a strained grunt escaping his throat as his eyes slowly fluttered open. He blinked several times in confusion before his gaze settled on your smiling frame.
"Are you alright?"
He huffed in response, lifting his upper body up with your help, burying his face in his hands, grumbling in pain as he stood up. Noticing his shaky legs, you quickly positioned yourself beside him, gripping his torso to provide support until he seemed steady enough to stand on his own.
"I feel like I've been trampled by a pack of deathclaws", he groaned, rubbing his neck.
"Oh, it was just a super mutant throwing you two floors down. Nothing to worry about", you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders innocently.
Maxson offered you a faint grin, too exhausted and sore to maintain his usual demeanour. His eyes darted towards the headless mutant corpse and then to the glove of your armor where he spotted some blood and brain matter still dripping down from.
"You punched it to a pulp?", the genuine surprise in his voice amused you.
"Couldn't let it kill the only other soldier on my very first mission, it wouldn't look good on my record. And besides, I'm relieved that you're awake and relatively unharmed. I was starting to worry that I'd have to report to the Brotherhood that their leader had perished on a mission with a rookie recruit."
The Elder huffed out a laugh you hadn't heard from him yet. Without the distortion of the helmet, it sounded jaunty, its unburdened joy echoing through the room.
"So, shall I still call you Pendragon or are we back to Elder?"
Maxson noticed the mischievous gleam in your eyes, a sight that held a beauty which would most certainly haunt him all night.
"No need for me to hide my identity any longer", he shrugged as he got back into his armor, the metallic plates closing with a whir and a resounding click, "so you found and secured the armory. Now we only need to wait for the others."
"Well technically, Elder, you found it first by crashing through the ceiling", you joked as you got into your own armor again.
"You're right, we have our new weapons all thanks to my full physical effort, Knight", he threw his arms in the air.
You snorted, unable to take in that this was the very same man who condemned you to clean the latrines for not agreeing with him.
"That fall must have been really bad if you of all people are cracking jokes, Elder", you said until a sudden realisation hit you, "did you call me Knight?"
"You deserve a promotion after today's performance even if I couldn't witness the best part of it. And don't get too comfortable with my jokes, once we're back on the Prydwen, you'll respect the hierarchy again. Are we clear, Knight?"
His tone shifted towards the same stern annoyance it carried yesterday.
"Yes, Elder", you replied, a smile creeping across your face from beneath the protection of your helmet.
Chapter 4 - Someone's gotta give (18+)
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Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 3 -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic
This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read
If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic
Arthur went to see Nora and the paladin squad leave on the Prydwen that morning, he had no obligation, actually he had better things to do that morning that be around her but last night he feeled…close to her…and he didn’t salute or talk or anything he just appeared when the ventibird was on the station and make an Ad Victoriam sign to her.
If the other paladin and his squad wanted to take it too, the better.
She responded with the Ad Victoriam sign, stranged, before raising flying and disappeared.
Arthur sighted, hopping she was okay in the journey, its not like he can protect her but…
Two weeks passed, the logs and communications from Hardware Town were…good, excelent, amazing news! Yes they needed and asked for many resources but it was normal since they were just installing.
First the sleeping bags, Nora insisted in making separate resting rooms or at least the one they designated separate in sections for brotherhood and minutemen so everybody can have their own belonings to not be public sharing, the brotherhood have sleeping bags and the minutemen beds with matress.
Second, the automated turrets for the outsides and the laser one for the insides.
Third, water.
Fourth, ammo, shit tons of ammo
Fifth, the arrival of the second paladin and his squad, they were going on a mission with the Sentinel and one of his companions to blow up the supermutant settlements around because they were getting their attention and moving around was difficult by being shot by those green bastards.
He didn’t receive any news about that mission until…three days later
Success: all the brotherhood members were at least alive, two knights were injured but considering they were facing at least 10 supermutants by settlement it was okay, just fine, a few bruises and pain in the bones for a while…
Maxson was so impressed, he hadn’t been this amazed by someone since she destroyed the institute a year ago.
He did receive an alert from one of the paladins, that Nora companion this time was again the sniper from the take over Hardware Town operation, that it would be a nice idea to investigate him…just because he warned them about being carefull with Nora external connection, althought even if the men delivered it.
Well hell take note over that MacCready guy…
Six: this time, they cleaned the raiders around the place, 3 raiders settlements in just a one hit operation for each, the paladin descrived it like smashing the door down and start to trow granades and rocket lauchers, the sniper taking down the leaders and stronger ones, and another guest invited by the sentinel, a fighter named Cait that just went inside the explosions to take advantage and the chaos and twist necks and legs.
Okay another one to investigate he supposed…apparently Nora was a super cool person with a lot of easiness to make friends and allys…that was nice to know, she was nice nice.
Seven: not Nora and paladins squad work, but the third paladin squad started to do patrols around to clean the roads, anyway the news about the brotherhood presence around that point of Boston was spreading, even caught Diamond City attention since now the roads were free of dangers, finally the Diamond City guards can rest a bit of shooting at something 24/7.
One of his soldiers give him a newsletter called Publick Occurrences where they mention the action of the brotherhood over the roads, special mention to the blue vault woman they new since so long.
That piece of paper over his hand…even if it was written by a…non educated citizen of Commonwealth…filled him with pride, people were starting to notice them, their service and adchievements. This never happened before, he never had a proof of the peoples opinions, people he was supposed to care and protect and now thanks to Nora…the paper shake In his hands as he take a big breath.
He wanted to thank her.
Arthur Maxson was indeed in debt with her for destroying the institute but this was…so gratifying…
He sent a ventibird to pick her up and bring her to the Prydwen, he even prepare another dinner with a big feast for her delicate appetite but…she never came, instead of the sentinel one of the paladins arrived.
Stating that Nora said she was too bussy to comeback now.
His hearth crushed what the hell this was the first time someone…rejected his…his…what was this anyway? And approach? A gesture? A message? A communication!? He almost wanted to cry out of frustration because he was so eager to see her…
The elder got sosososososososo mad that this time he did the freacking investigations, not because he cared with who she was but…well he cared but it was intelligence work okay? Before the rejection it didn’t matter but now it does.
A gunner and…a fighter of a raider club? What the hell.
Inmature, he recognized how inmature he was being but he was mad of being…changed over so lowrace civilians like that’s…
4 weeks later…it was operational, there was indeed caravans moving, coming in and out the rutes around Hardware Town safe and sound, the base become a post between roads giving people safety to move, if things get complicated in the forest they will run to the roads guarded by the Brotherhood of Steel to seek protection, when they will be given.
It was just a Brotherhood of Steel base, no expending the night inside, no food, no water, no resources, but they can rest in the outsides feeling protected by the soldiers.
The Minutemens sometimes comes to share their food and water when they have news of a lot of people stopping by the base, but that didn’t happened a lot luckily, and it wasn’t their obligation neither.
The 3 paladins reported the success to Maxson, but they also reported that Nora was out of sight since a week ago, that she mention heading to Castle…and nothing more…
If the Minutemens were around, that mean that the sentinel was fine at least, out of sight for the brotherhood but alive for the rest.
Castle was not so far from the Boston Airport, in fact it was a trip in water not so long, they where barely neighbors but…
It doesn’t matter, is not the first time he loose track of her.
He will trow that party anyway, every one did a fine work, they deserved it.
A week later, there was a celebration over the Prydwen.
Some music in the speakers of the Prywen, a small feast for everyone with the overproduction they make out the Minutemens as Nora said…and a lot of people actually having fun. Yeahyeahyeah not everyone on the Prydwen was involved in the new base work over this 7 weeks but a bit of fun wasn’t a bad idea to keep the morale high, it make the soldiers think that everything was better than ever and they can actually afford to have this events, which wasn’t a lie right now so it’s a winwin, everybody partys, take off the overproduction stock of food, raise up the morale…
And he had a bit fun, went down with the soldiers, chat a bit, have some drinks, people were always so nice towards him, no secret intentions, not trying anything, not looking for something…
Something caught his attention at seeing a figure pass by him, a woman, but at seeing her back…obviously didn’t recognize her butt…it was definetly familiar but at looking at her hair…nope…wasn’t the same hairstyle.
The night went down eventually, people started getting sleepy and coming back to their beds and quarters, tomorrow and like always was a day of work and service. Some couples were making out in the darker corners…Arthur crossed his lips at seeing that’s scenes while he walked with a beer on hand to his own quarters…
At steeping up a ladder he head something…unusual.
The Prydwen was a very loud place, a lot of locations of the zeppelin were more louder than others, were the explosive cans of gas were was the loudest because machines were working like crazy to maintain the gigant metal zeppelin in the air but…there it was, the door of the forecastle was letting throught the sound of a radio station.
What the hell?
Most people wouldn’t hear it, but he was so used to the sounds of the Prydwen and their sintonys that this one was weird and out of place.
He was literally the king of the ship, so like nothing he open the door just to found…
A woman was sit on the floor of the plataform, a dog getting up from his rest next to her alarmed that anything that could harm her. She had the legs open, a bottle of beer on one hand, a comic book in the other, and a box of fancy lads on the floor.
At seeing at her face a red pair of lips called his attention.
-Sentinel? –he whisper, her hair was indeed, changed.
-Elder? –she said touching the dog with one of her hands to calm the animal-chill Dogmeat he is good
-What are you doing here? –how the hell was she here was even a better question.
-The night is hot and theres almost no wind, sometimes when the weather is cool I came here to read, since the Prydwen doesn’t move I feel confident relaxing here
Yeah that sounded dangerous…
-Werent you at the party? –she lift up the beer to respond- I thought I see you but…your…-he made a statement about her hair –didn’t recognize you
-I go to the hair saloon in Diamond City frequently, it helps me to camouflage –Maxson raised an eyebrow- you know since you named me sentinel I cannot assist to any party no more…
-Why? –since they were chatting Nora make a sign in a place next to her for him to sit, patting with her hand, Maxson blushed but obeyed, feeling close and intimate to the lady as he place his butt on the metal plataform.
But at the same time he feeled very woozy about being suspended in the air and a instinc told him to grab himself to the next bar as possible, was she brave of the heights or careless?
-Every guy with a beer on thinks is a good idea to try to approach me, its cool to laught with your friends about getting the sentinel in your bed apparently…I mean its not like I cannot turn them down but after five in the same night it turns awkward so…take my beer an preffer to avoid it
-I see…and why here?
-The breeze is nice in a summer night –she had a genuine smile of relaxation, and the elder blushed, then looked down at her legs where the comic book was.
She had this thinn long open legs sitting…black legs in the leather suit of the brotherhood…
The blushing on his face become warmer, she looked like a black widow, thinn long black legs…
-What are you reading? –he asked when his eyes moved around her legs and found a comic book being holded.
-Oh, just a comic, my husband make me a nerd of this ones like him, the traders sell them really cheap so I have a big collection in my quarters already
-You like them?
-I mean is difficult to follow a story with the book 2, 8, 16, 18…but im buying everytime I see one, thing is I have a lot of incomplete titles…
Well that was…interesting to know…
-I tried to contact you…you made an amazing job –he said giving a sip to his beer, caught Nora looking at him.
-I was heading to Castle that day…besides im a sentinel already, you cant congrat me more than this –she laughted a bit and went to drink her own beer, then picked up the fancy lads box and offer one to him –want one?
-Pass, pre-wars aren’t my favourites –he said like nothing but then see a funny smile on her face.
-Well isn’t that a shame? – she whisper before drinking again, this time sip down the bottle.
Wa
Wat was that
What the hell
Was that flirting?
Nononono take it back take it back he wanted that he liked pretty much prewars yesyes
-I mean theres a lot of pre-war things I like…-but she keep on drinking, swallowing the liquid down her throat. Wow that’s some resistence – I always admired your capacity to drink in one shot.
-Im going to pee all night…-she said with a stupid smile at finishing, making him laught too, the dog crawled to approach him and ask for a pet at noticing the two of them were close and having fun, Maxson stranged lifted his hand and Nora feeling brave enought grab it, pressing slowly down onto the animals head, moving it slowly to simulate a pet with the mans hand.
Ohnononononononoo the elder felt his heart pownding like crazy on his chest, his eyes looked at her just to fall onto that beautifull pair of red lips.
Her hand was wet from the beer bottle but warm at the same time.
-You come here often? –the Diamond City radio was still sounding in the Pip-Boy on her other hand.
-Just when the wheather allows it, never found any other person here, is not a popular spot –Nora thought about how firm and pretty his hands feeled under hers, he had a rought masculine skin and the veins on top of his fingers looked…beautifull, a warm appeared on her chest making her took a big breath.
Maxson heard the noise of her breathing thought the music of the radio, he had a good hearing, but at looking at her he see her chest going up and down, relaxing, making him blush again.
He keep on petting the dog down him…it was nice and funny, the animal let him do without problem…
They stay in silence for a few minutes with the radio playing music behind, even Nora came back to read her comic while Maxson play a bit with Dogmeat ears, hearing the pages pass.
What the hell why not, he took a sip of his beer and feel brave enough to aproach.
-Will I found you here again? Some other night?
Nora open his eyes wide but didn’t move away from the comic book, didn’t want to look so…surprised and exposed
Yeah…right…they were floating in the air practically, in the black sky and stars, looking at the inmensity of the Commonwealth…how a romantic set of view for a couple and a dog, like the situation wasn’t ideal for this mood
-If the weather allows it…usually after dinner hour you know before sleeping for tomorrow…
-Since is hard to contact you on working hours, you have your own quarters to read alone anyway
-My little fan is broken and the technical service hasn’t give me a proper response in a month, but I was away from the Prydwen and didn’t have time to check it on anyway, the air inside the closed quarter all day without a window or ventilation is very heavy to stay there conscious and non sleeping.
Datadatadata brain write all that data.
-Right –he gave the dog a last pat and stand up, confusing the lady who just looked at him raising the head, Maxson smiled. Well well what about that look? Heartbroken? –ill head back to my quarters, im getting a bit more woozy than I want for tomorrow…
-You don’t like the highs? –when she ask that the men took the moment to look down and focus his eyes on her thinn long open black legs
-Maybe not with beer and a full stomach –at hearing her giggle his eyes looked for hers –see you around
His hand posed in the cold door when he hear her low, almost inaudible.
-I could wait for you tomorrow…-Ah…wat…his head slowly turned back, facing her eyes looking for his blue ones- right here…ill be staying in the Prydwen for some days more…-this time she spoke a bit louder, still under the volume of the music in the Pip-boy…
Arthurs mouth open a bit, feeling dry and loose as he tried to answer.
-Sure…tomorrow after dinner is okay…-he said with a very shy smile before opening the heavy door and closing it, resting against it when he was on the other side, inside the zeppelin
Okayokayokay…he had a date with the sentinel?
His head burned at the realization, his hand went to cover his mouth as the other help him to recompose and walk back to his quarters.
Better prepare for good.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/3/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands
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Hairdressing competition
(This one inspirer by comps react of @jasmineofthecommonwealth )
It's Christmas and Piper want Silver make something of her hair. After a long argument, she win
Piper want to put as much fancy things she can on the hair. After hesitate for a while to not mess her only chance to prove her point to her friend, she takes the trouble to braid the long white hair by separating the long strands with pearls of all colors and then makes a real piece mounted by intersecting them like the jets of a cascade that fall on her shoulders. / Deacon whistles of admiration, MacCready remains for a long time with an open mouth without reacting, Nick clearly displays his appreciation with an expression that says 'not bad' and Danse gets one foot in the other seeing her, falling all along on the ground. When Hancock finishes making fun of the paladin, he comes to touch the thin ends of the long braids and sniffs loudly 'a drug for eyes and senses'
Ellie takes her turn for the New Year. She brushes Silver’s hair for a long time before creating a simple but clean bun rather high, leaving some strands frame the face. The result is distinguished and clean. / Dance nods of approval, Nick smiles slightly, MacCready nods with a beat smile, Preston cock his head to the side with a dreamy smile and Hancock approaches, circling three times. 'I can’t wait to take this off in the heat of the moment'. Deacon drops his glasses for a moment 'so, you’re capable of class'. On New Year’s Eve, no one finds Deacon. The next day, we find him tied to the highest branches of the cul de sac tree and even if MacCready and Preston help him down, no one listens to his story of a dragon having kidnapped him as he entered the bar or his adventure to the land of nowhere resulting from a pirate captain having tied him up with the help of his flying ship. No one doubts this is Silver’s work.
For Valentine’s Day, Curie timidly asks if she can have her turn to play in Silver’s hair, but Cait rushes immediately and steals her honours. The former slave already has an excellent idea of what she wants to do to her. All in sexy curves, the hairstyle is surprisingly complex and in motion, creating a very sensual set as we sometimes see very sulphurous actresses display on posters... / No man at Sanctuary can enjoy the view. As soon as the work is finished, we hear a vertibird land. When Danse returns to the Prydwen the next day, he finds a somewhat moody Maxson who makes three lapsus about negligee instead of uniform giving instructions to recruits
Curie finally managed to have her turn at Silver’s birthday, Codsworth having sold the cat. No one is surprised to learn Silver is a ram. Curie decided to draw inspiration from it by creating a hairstyle worthy of the court of King Louis XIV, very high, very complex, which from certain angles gives the impression she wears curved horns. Unfortunately, the hairstyle did not kill the day, an 'unfortunate collision' during the assault of a raiders camp coming to end it. The laughter that seizes each member of the community who has crossed Silver’s path since the morning may not be foreign. Curie is of course disappointed but Silver assures her she loved the hairstyle and finds too damage the incident that led to its destruction. Curie does not really buy but sighs and accepts that it's the head of Silver and at least she had the delicacy not to insult her downright in the face by seeing the result, finding instead an excuse not to hurt her feelings
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Sick Day, OC Edition
So I've been sick for a week, and have been coughing almost non stop for 3 days. Since I don't have a partner, I have to do everything myself while I'm sick... When I should just be resting in bed or in my chair.
Then I got bored and decided to make this on a whim. Then decided to not write it because I had self sabotaging thoughts of "But does anyone really care?"
So have a series of how my OC act when they're sick: feel free to do this as well @starsandskies @briarfox13 @jackiemychoom / @thegreatdivide @ava-du-mortain @palipunk
Lt. Frëja L. S. Kirch | Art: @artofmisi
Trope: I'm totally fine (is not fine please take them to the hospital)
Doesn't believe Spartans can get sick. If Frëja is sick, they usually end up unconscious in the medical wing of the Infinity due to overexertion of their body while being sick. A medic ODST has to guard Frëja to make sure they don't try to cheat recovery.
Jun will visit Frëja when they're finally released to their personal quarters. He brings Frëja hot tea from what would be Asian diaspora communities. He also burns Frëja's favorite incense and when he is off duty they watch drama vids together.
Nathaniel Owen & Ianto Hughes
Trope: I'm really sick please take care of me
Nate isn't anxious about his health. He just hates feeling useless when he's sick. But when he is sick, he milks the "take care of me routine" from Arthur. One time when Nate was doped up on medicine from a respiratory infection, Arthur came into their room on the Prydwen and Nate goes
"YOUR BEARD IS AN ENCHANTED FOREST IT'S SO MAGNIFICENT!"
"Nate go back to bed..."
"Hahaha Elder Grumpy Santa!"
*mumbles*
Arthur loves him though and between being busy with the Brotherhood and delegating Nate's duties, he actually sometimes puts Nate ahead of other things and pressures Cade into treating him because he's worried whenever Nate gets sick.
Ianto is a drama queen and totally milks the drama "I'M SIIIIICK PLEASE TAKE CARE OF MEEEEEEEE."
Shin pretends to be annoyed and scoffs but then secretly hands Ianto treats and cookies. Meanwhile if Shin is sick, he refuses to be taken care of and Ianto has to basically force feed him immunizations and medicine.
Vincente Eurodyne
Trope: Yes I took my pills this morning (Did not take his pills)
V knows he's sick. He knows the pills help. But he hates taking treatments for being sick. He hates cold medicine and he hates his new infusion drug that helps keep his body stable after losing Johnny.
Kerry greeting him in the kitchen with "Did you take your meds this morning."
"Yes."
Kerry then holds the meds up saying, "No, you didn't dumbass."
#Jun x Frëja#Ianto x Shin#Nate x Maxson#Eurodymond Records#v x kerry#v x kerry eurodyne#oc meme#tag meme#Lt. Frëja L. S. Kirch
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"Sarah wait a moment" was what she heard early in the morning, she turned to see her wife with a backpack. She rushes up to her panting, but before she can say a word Heather stops her as she then speaks.
"Sarah....please just hear me out for a moment okay?, we know how this goes we say our goodbyes. Then you leave and I don't see you for months, and as your friend I would be all for it. I mean your saving the Commonwealth, and looking good while doing it but as your wife I'm worried sick."
"Heather....I just don't know".....however her wife places a finger, on her lips as she speaks again. "Please I'm not finished yet after I saw you break, in Vault 111 I realized how hard it was to say goodbye to him....to Nate. And I don't want to wait around for news, that you were gone I just can't after Georgie I.....no Its not going to be like that."
Sarah was taken back by her words for she didn't think, that any of this mattered anymore as she continues."And I may not know much about marriage, but I've read up on it and I know its for better or worse. Sarah we need to be watching each other's backs out there, so here I am with my things....Sarah I'm going with you to join the Brotherhood of Steel.
She was completely shocked by what Heather had said to her, she never thought that Heather would want to join. But she was running late and knew that she couldn't send her home, so she then decided that she should come as she speaks. "Okay grab your things we can talk more once we, arrive at the Prydwen this way". Still shocked Sarah makes a dash for the landing zone, with Heather close at her side.
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After Dark: A Brotherhood of Steel Story - Chapter 5 excerpt
Location: Forest Grove Marsh
Date: I lost track of the days to be honest
Flynn
Getting back to Forest Grove Marsh was way easier than getting out of it. We had waited a couple more days laying low at the cabin before Jet gave us the go ahead to finally leave. We met no opposition on the track. We left early, stopped at the station where the bot had attacked us to pick up Jet’s minigun, and reached the marsh by midday. Still, I couldn’t tell what was worse; getting out of there or going back to the Prydwen. I was fucked no matter what we decided to do.
Eden understood but I hadn’t told Jet or Kali. How could I? We were soldiers. This is what we do; kill, destroy, and ruin lives. Her blood. Her lover’s screams. I didn’t throw the knife. If Kali hadn’t we would’ve died just like she did; wriggling and crying on that dirty floor like no one cared about us. She had a life. She had a name. She had a lover. Had they made plans that evening? Had they fucked that morning or the night before; making each other feel something in this fucked up world other than fear? And Kali killed her like she was nothing. I hate her for what she did. I hate myself for hating her. How could they understand?
Eden hugged me as I cried in the second treehouse that first night and she held my hair when I threw up. She held me and said it was okay. That we were going to be okay. That we had no choice. But her voice was broken and then I held her as she slammed her fist into her leg over and over again, screaming into my shoulder, biting into my jacket. She shook and screamed and crushed my arm in a death grip. Her face wasn’t sad or sick but angry; scrunched up into a look that scared the shit out of me. I lied to her like she had to me.
“‘We’re okay. We’re okay. We’re okay. You did nothing wrong. You protected us.’”
But we had picked that fight. Sure, those people were probably bad but did they deserve to have their heads exploded into clouds of red mist and brain chunks? Did I deserve to go home and sleep with the loves of my life around me while two lovers bled out mere moments away from each other? Did I deserve to be held and caressed as if I didn’t just end the lives of so many other people who were just like us? Were they buried by their comrades? Or were they just dumped outside like trash?
Eden recovered faster than I did I think. We didn’t really talk about it but we knew. The second night in the cabin, she was laughing and flirting with Jet and Kali. I stayed in the treehouse as much as I could. Eden came to me at night to bring me back to sleep with the others and I did, but I pulled away when Kali touched me. I know she knows but I don’t know what she thinks.
The next morning, Jet wanted to talk but I made the excuse that we needed to scout around to make sure the others hadn’t found us. And yeah, we needed that info, but I knew from two days of watching that they had already given up on finding us. I just ran off and pitched camp a ways away. I scouted out the first treehouse and it was completely abandoned. It felt like a year ago that we had been there, lounging around on the ground snacking on dried meat and melons.
I returned that night and they said we were leaving in the morning and at first I was glad to be getting out of there, leaving GNN far behind, but then I remembered Cade. That stupid fucker. I hadn’t even had time to explain that situation to the group. And now I didn’t want to. I just wanted it to be over, but Jet and I’s hormone supply was running low. We had to go back to the Prydwen.
Jet popped smoke on the rooftop where Lancer Patel had dropped us off a hundred years ago and we waited.
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Created a summer beach house for Preston ❤❤❤
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How often do the Fallout 4 companions have naps?
Ada:
About once a month or so
Technically more like a "restart" for her systems
She prefers doing so during the day but will do so at night if Sole asks
Cait:
Occasionally
If she was forced to get up early or do a lot of work during the day she will nap out of spite
Or if she's just annoyed at everyone she'll pretend to sleep
Everyone knows not to bother her while she's sleeping, so it's an easy way to avoid conversation
Codsworth:
Never
He's programmed to (and feels most comfortable) having the same schedule as his family
So sleeping at night and working during the day
He can go a long while without going into "sleep mode" if he needs to
Him falling asleep during the day is a good sign he needs more fuel or coolant
Curie:
Fairly often
She's not too used to sleeping habits when she first gets in her body, leaving her tired during the day a lot
She loves the idea of naps to keep her energy up
Doesn't do so if she has work during the day, though
Work always takes priority
Danse:
Pre-BB he never naps
Especially when out on a mission, he refuses to sleep until everyone is taking shifts at night
The only time he'll sleep during the day on the Prydwen is if he just got back from a mission in the morning/afternoon after multiple days of no sleep
After living with Sole for a while he may begin to nap occasionally
He's a lot more likely to relax with Sole (especially when romanced) and ends up falling asleep, even if he didn't want to
Deacon:
Whenever he can
He often has to work strange hours and change plans quickly
Because of that, he can't rely on sleeping every night
He catches a quick snooze whenever he has downtime
Waiting at a safehouse for another agent to show up, waiting until evening to go on a mission, etc.
Very light sleeper, he'll wake up as soon as he hears noise and nobody will ever know he was sleeping in the first place
Gage:
All the time
Loves his naps, don't take them away or else he'll get grumpy
He's like a toddler. He needs his nap time.
Will just fall asleep in the chair he's sitting in or leaning against the wall
Nobody knows how his armour can be comfortable enough to sleep in
Hancock:
Loves naps, has them whenever he's at Goodneighbor
Especially if he's out partying all night
He'll crash anywhere at anytime
His bed, the couch, in the middle of the floor
He fell asleep on a bench once and woke up with blankets and a pillow from the townsfolk
Longfellow:
Dude he's old
He has so many naps
Practically needs naps to function
He's the type of person to wake up from a three-hour nap to say "hey i was watching that" when sole finally changes the channel on the TV
Maccready:
Another nap lover
He doesn't need them to function but he WILL get cranky without them
Especially if he didn't get enough sleep the night before
Puts his hat over his eyes
Adorable
Nick:
Definitely has naps
Reclined in his chair, hat over his eyes
Despite having a bed he rarely uses it
If Ellie tries to wake him up amd drag him to his bed he'll claim he was just "resting his eyes" and that he was totally working
Ellie just throws a blanket on him and lets him sleep
Piper:
Occasional nap-taker
She'll find herself pulling an all-nighter writing an article and then fall asleep mid-afternoon the next day
Tries to drink Nuka Cola to keep herself awake
Doesn't work that well
Fifty fifty chance on whether Nat throws a blanket on her or draws on her face
Preston:
Way too much of an overachiever to even think about naps
Hell, half the time Sole has to drag him to bed just for him to sleep
Will never ever fall asleep while working but refuses to stop working like, ever
A romanced Sole would have to really trick him in order for him to nap
"Oh why don't we sit on the couch together? And get a blanket so it's more comfortable... and why not lay down? Don't worry, I'll totally wake you up if you fall asleep..."
Strong:
Supermutants take naps often
They take shifts while at camps together, sometimes staying up during the day and sometimes at night
He can go a few days without sleep but has no problem napping in the broad daylight the day after
X6-88:
Nope, never
Nobody has ever even seen this man sleep
I mean, in the Institute coursers have a very specific daily routine which includes sleeping
They just keep the synths beds far away from the rest of the scientists to make them seem less human
Because of that, X6 only sleeps in complete privacy
Coursers can last longer without sleep than most humans, but if he's on a long mission with Sole he'll either teleport back to the Institute with them to rest or lets himself take a few hours to sleep while Sole keeps watch
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What Fallout 4 Companions Order at a Diner
Codsworth:
Assuming he could eat anything, he’d go simple. 2 sunny-side up eggs and a cup of English tea.
Curie (synth form):
Almond croissant slathered in Nutella. Piper wishes she thought of this combo first.
Cait:
Ironically, a Full English Breakfast. She’s a hungry gal, and just one form of cured pig is not enough!
Deacon:
Two pancakes with margarine and exactly two tablespoons of syrup. He will not explain himself, but count a tear or two in the pancake topping.
Danse:
Imagine the scene: It’s a Sunday morning. You’re a waitress. You’re already fed up by the hordes of angry customers and the guy who keeps crying in his pancakes.
Then this ABSOLUTE MOTHERFUCKER in armor big enough to take up the whole damn restaurant asks for one specific request: 2 pounds each of Bacon, Sausage and Ham, as well as 36 hard boiled eggs.
You ask him: Sir, are you sure you want 6 pounds of meat and 36 eggs? Did you mean to place this as a catering order?
His response is simple: Catering? Civilian, this is just for me. Then, he slowly points to the door.
In horror, you watch as a dozen, no, two dozen, no a hundred similarly dressed soldiers crash through the door.
Basically he’s just really hungry
Hancock:
A bagel with cream cheese, lox, and capers. Why? Because he’s better then you, thats why. Maybe he even puts on a slice of onion, out of spite.
MacCready:
He’s bringing Duncan along as long as you’re paying. Both of them get a belgian waffle with sprinkles and extra extra extra chocolate chips. If there aren’t enough chips, MacCready will personally threaten the chef.
Piper:
Do I really have to tell you? A massive breakfast combo: 5 chocolate chip pancakes with syrup and butter, 3 slices of Challah french toast (she has class) and an entire waffle. She may even steal off MacCready’s plate, with varying degrees of success. Oh, and a milkshake. And chocolate milk. And orange juice.
Hey, it’s not often you get miraculously teleported back to pre-war diners!
Preston:
Preston enjoys the little things in his breakfast. Not wanting to spend too much on someone else’s dime, he’ll just get a cup of coffee with cream and sugar and maybe a Cheese Danish. If he’s paying, he’s still humble: two cups of coffee and a jam sandwich.
Nick Valentine:
Nick was supposed to be from New York in game, so that’s what we’re goi with. If he could eat, he’ll have a bagel with cream cheese and lox. Maybe a tomato, if he’s feeling frisky. Oh and black coffee.
Strong:
Much to the waiter’s annoyance, he keeps trying to order raw meat. It’s a safety hazard! He just tells Bah! and tries to order it again. Eventually he settled for bacon and eggs, after MacCready explained to him where it comes from.
X6-88
He’s going to request a cup of black coffee. He won’t just drink normal coffee, he wants straight beans. A cup of straight coffee beans is what X6 eats in the morning. Breakfast of champions.
This waiter/waitress better be given a Prydwen-sized tip for this group.
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Maccready
"hmmmph? Oh you're scared? yeah sure come 'ere"
Macs a heavy sleeper once he's out and should he be woken up expect a lot of confusion and slurred words. He'd understand enough of what was happening lift the blanket and let the kid cuddle in, but after that he was back out like a light. Once he woke up in the morning to a pile of drool on his pillow and the kid absolutely passed out he'd chuckle to himself and think back to all the times Duncan had ran to his room because of radstorms or other spooky stuff. He'd tuck the kid back into the blankets and leave to go get them both some breakfast before starting their day.
Hancock
"Hey kid whats up? You can stay, but if you start snoring I might kick you out."
His words had no real bite and even the kid could tell by the smile plastered on Hancock's face. Hancock would do his best to roll over and go back to sleep, but he would secretly stay awake and worry about the kid. I mean what was a sweet little innocent child doing hanging around him? He knew he wouldn't ever leave them on their own because he knows first hand how cruel this world can be, but he just wishes he was a better role model for them. He wishes he could just protect them forever and ever, but for now he settle for keepin' em safe from the dark.
Cait
"Heh yeah scared of the dark? sometimes I forget how little ye actually are ya little scardy cat. Come on you better not kick me in yer sleep ya little shite"
Caits never known soft comfort, but she does try her damn hardest to be maternal towards the kid. Hell she's just doing for them what she wishes someone would've done for her. But that's life she figures trying to do the best ya can.
Danse
"Scribe what are you doing up at this hour?"
He'd quickly toss the rag he had been using to polish his power armour in favor of focusing his attention on the child in front of him. After being told the child had gone to his quarters to look for him and had been wandering the prydwen desperately trying to find him because they were scared of the dark he'd let out a deep sigh and scoop the child in his arms and carry them back to bed. He knew what the brotherhood thought about "babying" the scribes, but just this once he'd make an exception and besides if anyone wanted to bring up to him he'd tell them he was merely taking care of his kid.
Curie
"Oh hello! You're scared too? this fear really is debilitating how ever do you cope?"
She'd already been shaking in the darkness reminded of the years spent alone in the vault. These new feelings were confusing ESPECIALLY fear. She'd welcome the kid into her bed greatfully and after they both had snuggled up they'd both get a surprisingly great amount of sleep. Curie would later decide that co-sleeping was beneficial for both of them so they could actually sleep rather than stay up all night scared out of their noggins. This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she'd been feeling extremely maternal and protective of the kid and would worry about them all night anyway......
Deacon
"I know right? it's not really the dark either more what's in the dark though... Oh sorry-"
After he'd spooked the hell out of the poor kid he begrudgingly offered them a corner of the mattress. He can't really sleep all to well with people near by him on account of him being hella alof, but if it made the kid feel better.....
Piper
"Sure thing blue, wanna pull a mattress up next to Nats?"
Out of all the companions she's the best at handling kids on account of her being a big sister and all. Once she'd made sure both of her little siblings were asleep and well she'd probably get back to the paper she was writing coffee in hand and since of pride washing over her. She was raising two awesome mini people.
Nick
"I don't really sleep much anyhow, would you feel better with the light on?"
He'd turn the kid on a night light and wrap them up in his jacket and get back to whatever case he was working on occasionally looking behind him to make sure they were doing okay.
Preston
"I thought you might be scared so I came to check on you. You doing alright?"
Let's be honest the kid would never have to wake him up. His dad senses would go haywire long before that. Once the kid told him they were scared of the dark he'd give them a piggy back ride back to his little house and cover them up with a blanket making sure to wake up every now and again to check if they were doing alright.
X6-88
"Sir/ma'am is everything alright? ........... Yes you can stay here....."
Even though he said it was okay he'd never be able to relax enough to go back to sleep. The kid would gave their arms wrapped around his torso while X6 was just completely still and very tense. He'd think about transporting to the institute for the majority of the night, but chose not to in favor of not having to explain this. Imagine trying to cuddle with a brick... thats what X6 trying to be affectionate/Paternal is like.....
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How they wake sole up:
(This could honestly be romanced or not for some of them bruh-)
Cait:
•Hope you don't expect her to be polite-
•If you somehow sleep later than her, she's gonna first laugh about it then go ahead and bang the closest objects together and make a racket.
•It'll be hard not to kill her, I promise.
Curie:
•Really doesn't want to have to wake you up, but if she must...
•Pretty nice about it- just barely says your name over a whisper and taps you if that doesn't work.
Danse:
•He's very punchable in the morning.
•If you're at the Prydwen, this asshole will rip the blankets off of you and turn on whatever lights he can....even if you're his partner and are sharing his quarters with him.
•Even if you're not on the Prydwen- he's still miserable. Hope you like mornings.
Deacon:
•Probably would do stupid shit like start blaring Diamond City Radio right next to your head- squeaking to whatever is playing just for the added effect.
Gage:
•Surprisingly really nice.
•He may, and I mean may, just get some breakfast for the two of you and wake you up with a plate ready.
Hancock:
•You out sleep him?
•Bitch please...
Macready:
•If you're on the road, Mac will tap your foot with the button of his riffle and sing some dumb "wake up" song he made up.
Maxson:
(Probably gonna have to be romanced bc I don't see him being that concerned with his buddies)
•Often times will just leave you be...but he ends up waking you up anyways by being obnoxiously loud whenever he gets dressed. What? That coat makes some noise and you can't convince me otherwise.
•Always just gives a sheepish smile and gets progressively louder so sleep is nearly impossible.
Nick:
•Fairly nice about it- just sort of tosses something soft at you until you finally stir.
Preston:
•won't wake you up. It's that simple.
Piper:
•Pshhh- you aren't out sleeping her.
X6-88:
•He doesn't really know what to do at first- naturally after having been alone for so long on operations...so he just sort of stares for a hot minute.
•If you don't wake up to the feeling of someone watching you, then you may get a very slight shake.
• nothing special man
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Companions React: Holding hands with Sole for the first time.
Request: "Hey I took a look at your other two stories and they're really good :D I can't wait to see more from you. ☺️ Could you do how the companions react to holding hands with sole for the first time? And could you make it extra fluffy for x6-88, preston, and hancock please? ❤️"
CW: Food mentions. Idk why so many of these involved food.
Cait:
“Hey! Watch it, will ya’?” Cait shouted indignantly at a passing trader as their Brahmin nearly knocked her over.
Sole reached out and pulled her back swiftly, her hand gripped tightly in theirs to help her keep balance. “Careful. They don’t tend to share the road around here. Important people, traders.” They joked, threading their fingers through hers.
“Important my arse.” Cait glared menacingly after the trader before redirecting their attention. “And what do ya think you’re doin’?” She lifted their joined hands, however she didn’t let go.
“Oh, sorry! I just wanted to make sure you didn’t lose your balance.”
Sole began to loosen their grip, but Cait tightened her grip in return. “Well don’t go gettin’ cold feet on me now. You started this.”
Sole very politely ignored the slight flush on her cheeks as she began to pull them towards the food stands. “You’re buyin’ in exchange for my lovely company.”
Curie:
While it could be quite cute, Curie’s habit of wandering off in the name of scientific discovery had resulted in far too many moments of Sole having to stop what they were doing and go search for her and whatever had caught her attention in the moment as soon as they realized she was gone. Luckily, this time, Curie exclaimed, “Oh, mon dieu!”
This caught Sole’s attention and they quickly grasped her hand to keep her from wandering off. “Let’s go let Daisy know we’ve done what she’s asked and then we can go check out the water purification system, okay?”
“Oh! Of course.” Curie smiled warmly, interlocking their fingers properly. “Lead the way!”
After a beat, as they made their way to Daisy’s shop together, Curie spoke again, her tone softer and a shy smile on her face. “I quite like this system of keeping track of each other, I think.”
“I do, too. Do you want to stop by Diamond City for Power Noodles after asking about the water purification system?”
“Yes, please! I’d like to ask the vendor about the components to his operation.”
Danse:
Sole groaned, facedown on their bed on the Prydwen. “Let’s get a move on, Soldier. Elder Maxson himself requested you transfer shifts to the first patrol.”
“It’s four in the morning, Paladin. I appreciate Elder Maxson’s faith but I reserve my right to complain when he’s not around.”
Danse frowned from where he was standing in the doorway. “You should consider this an honor.”
“I do, Danse. Of course I do. But four in the morning?” Sole attempted to roll over and stand up, but instead got their legs tangled in the blanket and fell to the floor.
He sighed, staring down at them in mild disappointment. “Would you like assistance getting up?”
“Yes please.”
Danse crossed the room and leaned down, grasping Sole’s outstretched arms and staring sternly at their pouting face. He pulled them up carefully, steadying them when they stumbled as they untangled themself from their blanket. “You slept in your uniform.” He stated plainly.
“I had to wake up at four as it is. I’m doing what I can. Adapt, right? I’m following your advice, Paladin. Now let’s go get breakfast, please, I’m starving.”
The pair made it halfway down the hall before Danse realized that Sole had never released their grip on his hand. His face flushed beet red as they led the way to the dining hall, the pathways empty. They seemed to be the only ones awake. “Soldier-” He coughed awkwardly. “-your hand?”
Sole slowed down and glanced at him. “Do you mind?”
He paused. “Proceed.” He said in a low tone, avoiding eye contact.
Deacon:
Deacon was quiet. Deacon was never quiet, unless they were in the middle of a fight, and even then usually he was making witty comments in between gunshots. He and Sole were trekking across the Commonwealth, headed to Sanctuary to rest after running to hell and back for the Railroad. “Alright, Deacon. What gives?” Sole stopped and turned to him.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re quiet. You’re never quiet.”
“I’ll have you know I make a great brooding, mysterious stranger.” Deacon gave them an indignant look.
“Yeah, when you’re undercover maybe. But not with me. So what’s up?”
Deacon sighed and gave in, surprising Sole. Usually, no matter how long they pushed, he remained steeled in his self-confidence and energetic personality. “Just a long day, Boss. Don’t worry about it.” He started walking, letting them know the conversation was over with.
Sole pressed their lips together briefly before jogging to catch up with him and grabbing his hand, swinging it dramatically between the two. Deacon laughed quietly and allowed them to continue their antics. “You know, if you wanted to hold my hand you could’ve just asked, Boss.”
Cheerfully, Sole bumped their shoulder against his. “Where’s the fun in that? Plus, I got you to laugh, didn’t I?”
Deacon groaned. “My facade, it’s shattered!” He cried dramatically as he pretended to stumble. Sole threw their head back and laughed, and Deacon hid his grin.
“This is a very serious issue, Boss, I can’t believe your lack of professionalism.”
“Oh, of course, I’m so very sorry Deacon. Let me know what we can do to solve this issue and I’ll let go of your hand. To keep up professionalism.”
Deacon never got back to them on that, and kept his fingers threaded through theirs the entire way back to Sanctuary.
Gage:
“Look, I’m all for your gung ho attitude of dealing with things, but we’re outnumbered by those things. As much as it hurts to say, we shouldn’t run in guns ablaze.” Gage muttered under his breath.
He and Sole were crouched against a wall in the Nuka World Bottling Plant, up to their waists in diluted soda that had definitely been there way too long. A good handful of Mirelurks had nested just around the corner; Sole could hear them clicking their pinchers together. “You’re right.” Sole sighed. “We need a plan to get back to the exit.”
Gage was still surprised every time the Overboss took his advice seriously. “We’re cornered here, Boss. Unless you have some Stealth Boys on you-”
“Do you trust me?” Sole interjected.
“Christ, I guess so. What’re you thinkin’?”
“When I count to three we run.”
“What? That’s your fuckin’ plan?”
“Do you have a better idea?”
“I swear to God, if you get us killed.” Gage muttered. “Alright, fine.”
Sole counted under their breath, just loud enough for Gage to hear, as they attempted to avoid the echo that the large tunnels would cause. As soon as they reached three, both they and Gage took off in a sprint, fighting against the soda-water that threatened to slow them down. Things were going great until Gage’s foot caught against something under the water and sent him face first into the river.
As soon as he hit the water he was back up again, Sole yanking him as hard as possible up and forward at their breakneck pace. “I’ve got you!” They shouted over the angry screeches from the Mirelurks that had just caught sight of them.
Sole grappled at his hand until they found purchase and kept charging forward. They sent a shot towards an approaching Mirelurk and the bullet lodged firmly in the Mirelurk’s body. This bought them enough time to get a few feet ahead and after a brief struggle with the sticky door mechanism, the pair launched themself past the frame and slammed the door behind them.
Chests heaving, they leaned against the metal door, eyes squinted to ward off the blazing sun that glared down at them. “I fuckin’ hate this place.” Gage spat saliva and soda down onto the cracked pavement in front of them.
Sole merely laughed. Gage turned to them in astonishment, wondering just how batshit the new Overboss really was, but said nothing, his hand still gripped in theirs. Their eyes were closed as their shoulders shook, their chest heaving as they tried to catch their breath. “I do too, to be honest. Hated it ever since that stupid maze.”
Gage paused and let out a small chuckle himself. He shook off their hand as casually as he could, but turned and reached to light a cigarette to hide the way his mouth quirked up in the corner. He dug through the bag attached to his hip before cursing loudly. “My shit’s soaked!”
Sole only laughed louder.
Hancock:
“Y’know, sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing. Running Goodneighbor.” Hancock’s voice came out gravelly.
He and Sole had found a rooftop to settle on after travelling for the day. They had found a couple of lounge chairs and dragged them up the flights of stairs, and told Hancock to sit while they unpacked enough food for dinner. Luckily, they had traded for a few Radstag steaks, which they had started grilling over a makeshift fire. Hancock’s statement caught their attention enough for them to stop what they were doing. “What do you mean?” They asked.
Hancock wasn’t sure if he was too high for his own good, but he swore their voice was softer when they spoke to him, compared to the assertiveness they used for everyone else. He leaned back in his chair and surveyed them. The fire flickered, a bright, warm contrast to the setting sun behind them. “Dunno. I just worry that I’m gettin’ a little top stern with everyone. Goodneighbor isn’t meant to be another Diamond City.”
They thought for a moment, their eyebrows creased. Hancock couldn’t help the way he smiled as he watched them turn the steaks over contemplatively. “Do you want my opinion?”
“Always, sweetheart.”
Sole suppressed their own smile. “I think a good leader would listen to his people and their opinions. A great leader goes out and gains perspective to truly understand what they go through and where they’re coming from. You do both, so I think that makes you a fantastic leader.” They stood from where they were crouching next to the fire and moved to sit next to him.
The sun crept lower on the horizon. They reached over and took his hand to get his attention, not knowing it was hard for Hancock to focus on anything other than them. “I mean it, Hancock. Really. Not many people these days pay as much attention as you do. The fact that you decided to take a step back to make sure you were doing right by your people proves that.”
“Careful, now, you’ll make me blush with all that flattery.”
They laughed quietly but didn’t respond. As the evening quieted further, the birds no longer chirped but settled into their nests and the sun nearly set, they began to swipe their thumb back and forth over the back of Hancock’s hand. Carefully, they raised their entwined hands and pressed their lips to his knuckles. “You trying to flatter me more?” Hancock kept his tone cautiously flirtatious.
Sure, he flirted with them some. Okay, a lot. But never had he thought they would take him seriously, much less respond in kind. Not that he was complaining. “Is it working?” They asked quietly, their lips brushing against his rough skin as they spoke, looking up at him through their lashes. Jesus Christ, they were gonna be the death of him.
“Dunno yet. Why don’t you keep trying and I’ll get back to you on that.”
Hancock wasn’t sure whether it was the Jet or the grin that spread across their face that made him so lightheaded.
MacCready:
“Relax, Mac. We’re just a couple of Settlers.” Sole said quietly, their tone soothing.
They had insisted on doing a bit of recon on the Gunners once they had gotten intel that they were coming to Diamond City for supplies. Mac was positive they were going to be called out at any moment. After all, the Gunners had probably put word out to all of their factions that he was on their watchlist.
Sole had given him completely different clothes, mussed up his hair, and provided a bandana to hide most of his face in order for him to blend in. Lucky for them, there had been a nasty dust storm just yesterday and they weren’t the only ones hiding their faces. They had seated themselves at Power Noodles and begun watching for the Gunners.
As soon as they arrived Mac tensed. He wasn’t one for acting, that was Deacon’s job from what he’d heard, and knowing that people who were out for his blood were so close had him on edge. A few minutes passed as a pair of Gunners made their way to the counter and ordered before sitting and chatting. Sole kept their eyes on MacCready, but it was obvious to him their attention was directed to the conversation taking place behind them.
It was clear to them MacCready wasn’t gonna last much longer, and they didn’t blame him. They’d heard stories about the Gunners and what they were willing to do to get their way. His body language was becoming more and more obvious the longer they sat there before Sole snapped their attention back to him and nodded. It was time to go, they got what they wanted. They slid off their stool casually and slid their hand into Mac’s to get his attention.
He flushed under his bandana but followed suit, hopping off his stool and allowing them to lead him towards the back of the stands. Their hands were distractingly soft and as the distance between them and the Gunners grew he felt himself relax a bit more. They stopped him once they had reached the stands and no one was in sight.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” His voice was quiet and Sole squeezed his hand sympathetically.
MacCready felt himself blush again and squeezed their hand back before letting go. “Uh- I. Thanks. For that.” He looked away from them and scratched the back of his neck.
“Anytime, Mac.”
‘Do you mean that?’ He almost asked, biting his tongue to stop himself. It was just to blend in and get him away from the Gunners. Right?
Nick:
It was nearly midnight and Nick, not needing sleep, was still filling out paperwork. Sole had insisted they were going to stay up with him to help, but they were obviously nodding off to his left. He sighed and set down his pencil, turning towards them. “You know you can go rest.” He had repeated this about ten times already that night.
Sole’s voice was groggy when they replied, “No, I said I would help.”
Nick stood from his chair and gathered a few files. He knew the only way they would go to bed is if he dragged them there himself and implied that he was done working for the night. “Look, you can head to bed, I’m going to put these where they belong and then go read.”
Sole cracked one of their eyes open and then shook their head. They pressed their fingertips to their eyes before blinking rapidly and picking up their pencil, beginning to reread what they had written so far. Nick held out his hand over their paper, directly in their line of sight. “Go to bed, Sole. You can barely stay awake.”
Grumbling to themself, Sole took his hand and allowed him to help them up. He led their stumbling figure to their bed, which he had gotten specifically for nights like this. He kept their hand in his to help them balance as they reached down and tugged their shoes off, then plopped down on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. Their voice was quiet when they asked, “Stay? I-” They stopped themselves from explaining.
It had been a brutal week and they’d had a few close calls. It dawned on him. Of course they didn’t want to sleep; they didn’t want to be alone. Nick nodded and didn’t let go of their hand as they laid back and he settled into the armchair beside their bed. Their breaths evened out swiftly and he settled the stack of files in his lap, returning to fill out the files with his available hand.
Piper:
“Knock knock!” Sole called into the Publick Occurrences building as they stepped in.
Nat leapt up from where she and Piper were sitting on the couch and barreled into Sole, flinging her arms around their waist. “Hey Nat.” They laughed, hugging her tightly.
“Hey Sole, what brings you to our part of the Commonwealth? Picking up some goods from Myrna?” Piper got up from the couch, moving to greet her friend.
“You didn’t tell her?” They asked Nat.
Nat shook her head sheepishly. “Ask me what?” Piper’s tone grew suspicious.
“I was gonna take her for lunch and told her to ask you if it was alright.”
Piper raised an eyebrow at Nat. “I forgot.” She muttered, gaze directed at the floor.
“Tell you what. Let’s all go, I’ll buy. It gives you a chance to take a break from editing, Piper.”
Piper found it hard to say no in face of Sole’s easygoing grin. She nodded her assent and slipped her shoes on, watching as Sole helped Piper into her coat, fondness overtaking her stern expression. “Are we ready?” They asked cheerfully.
“Looks like it. Nat, hold Sole’s hand for safety, okay? There’s been a lot of new traders coming in and we don’t need you getting lost.”
“What about you?” Sole asked jokingly. “I’d better hold onto you, too, I’d hate to lose you.”
Piper stammered, suddenly finding interest in the dirt on her boots. “Oh. Uh- yeah. I mean- yeah, that’s fine. Sure.”
Sole’s grin grew as they headed out. As soon as the door was locked behind them, they took Piper’s hand and the trio made their way across Diamond City for their meal. Piper never really got her ability to form sentences back while her hand was in Sole’s. Safely.
Preston:
“Where are we headed, General?” Preston asked, striding to stand next to them.
Sole had put out word that they wanted to see Preston for ‘something extremely important’ earlier that morning and had requested he find her later in the evening in the garden. The garden was a great source of pride for Sole, as they had built the thriving area quite literally from the ground up. They stood near the fence, rinsing tatos under the faucet, and glanced up when Preston spoke. “Good to see you, Preston. Let me finish this up and then we can head inside.”
Truth be told, he was nervous. Sole was usually quite direct with why they wanted to see him, but it seemed they had remained intentionally vague. He was sure they were headed somewhere, possibly to help out another settlement, but that didn’t explain why they weren’t communicating their motives like they usually did.
He shifted uncertainly as they finished rinsing the tatos, piled them in their basket, and moved towards the garden gate. Preston jumped to action and pulled it open for them, anxious to do something. He followed them quietly as they moved to the connected house and pulled open the door. They gestured him inside before they led him to the kitchen and set the basket down. He began to wonder what to do with himself when they asked, “Have you had pasta before. Not Power Noodles, but pasta?”
“Um… what?” Preston stared at them in confusion. “No, I can’t say I have.”
“Come here, I’ll teach you how to make it.”
“Of course, but I have to ask General, why did you want to see me?”
Sole smiled. “You deserve a night off. You’ve been working hard lately- it didn’t escape my notice -and I figured you wouldn’t take a break if I didn’t give you something else to do. So I’ll teach you how to make pasta. We just harvested razorgrain today, so there’s plenty.”
So Preston stepped into their kitchen, a little more certain of himself with that weight off his shoulders, and listened intently as they gave him instructions. They ground the razorgrain into a fine powder with Sole’s makeshift mortar and pestle, split a Mirelurk egg in half, and added it to the flour. As they continued their pasta-making-mission, Skeeter Davis’ voice rang out quietly from the nearby radio, and Preston found himself more at ease than he had been in a while.
The evening moved swiftly into night as the pair sat on Sole’s couch, trading stories over their home cooked meal. Passing settlers turned as Sole’s laughter rang out through the air every now and then, Preston’s following soon after each time. The conversation lasted long into the night before the pair grew quiet and simply listened to the crackling fire that kept the evening chill at bay.
Sole reached out carefully and interlocked their fingers with Preston’s, catching his attention as he glanced from their hands to their face, eyes wide. “Is this okay?” They asked quietly.
Preston nodded and squeezed their hand, an infectious smile crossing his face, to which Sole began smiling as well. Sole began telling another story of their adventures as Preston sunk back into the couch. He’d felt a little selfish thinking it, but he understood why people enjoyed taking breaks.
X6-88:
“I hate it. Six, this is awful.” Sole gripped the rail that lined the glass walkway at the very top of the Institute, staring down in horror.
“The pathways were built to Institute standards. They are perfectly sound.” X6 replied patiently, having gone through this before.
“It’s glass! I don’t trust it. There’s a reason I’ve never come up here! The lower walkways are bad enough.”
X6 stifled his impatience before reaching out and prying their hands off the railing. “Six!” They cried, grasping onto his hand desperately.
He pulled them closer to him, putting his arm around their shoulders with their hand still firmly attached to his, and began guiding them towards the elevator at the end of the pathway. Externally, as usual, he had set his face in a stern expression. However, he found himself suppressing a sense of smug satisfaction at the turn of events.
Once they reached the elevator, he forced himself to begin unwinding himself from Sole. As soon as he began loosening his grip and lifting his arm, Sole grabbed back onto him. “Not yet.” They stared down, just as tense, as the elevator began descending slowly. X6 didn’t protest, and settled his arm back onto their shoulders, their hand gripped firmly in his.
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Have you ever had sexual relations with any species considered non human? - Paladin Danse x Sole Survivor Fanfic
This is the 10 part of a series of fics im writing lately, the order will be:
Falling or not?
Danse cuenta de algo
May I use your shower?
Volver a tener algo
Addicted to Chems
Fooling around together
Sleeping for nightmares
Traumas at the Commonwealth
Being awake
Have you ever had sexual relations with any species considered non human?
I like being this close
This one is a pretty short fic.
If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic
Nate tried all stuff all time to recreate his old life, and if that means chopping wood shirtless with an axe to have materials to build picnic furniture for his garden he is definitely going to put Danse to work too.
The worst part wasn’t specifically chopping wood, it turned out to be actually fun for Danse who didn’t move or do much activity as before he was banished, the worst part was paint and protect the wood with a coat of polish, it was a delicate and time consuming process that will take WEEKS to be finished, the commonwealth was a very humid place, very very often the mornings iniatiate with fog and stay like this all day so they weren’t enjoying their hard work yet.
So there they were, in a chair in the early morning having coffee and some donuts Nate steal from the Prydwen kitchen some weeks ago, admiring the table and the chairs for them to seat and have coffee every morning looking at the sunrise.
-Answer me something –said Danse lighting a cigarette- quick answer, the name of someone I know you would fuck before me.
-Quick answer my balls –said Nate humming inside his cup of coffee- im not on chems to answer that
-Don’t be boring –hell yeah no, he cant ask this things to him because of his true nature he wouldn’t take advantage of his situation
-I been here for almost a month what did I do to spark your jealousy?
-Nothing, I just want to know –well if that was the case…
-Piper
-That was a quick and easy answer –said Danse lifting his cup of coffee.
-U son of a bitch I know this was a trap
-Easy, we are just talking…why her? –men talk men talk, the good thing about fucking another man is that they can talk bisexual shit
-When I first saw her she resembled me a lot to Nora –damn this wasn’t his intention- I could barely talk to her
-What did it change? –well it was strange he didn’t persist her, he would fight less than with me that’s for sure.
-Her little sister, I don’t have my own son yet im not going to be a…step brother –Danse laughed and sip on his coffee
-She is beautiful tho
-She is, I had so many wet dreams I would feel so guilty about…-the expaladin sip again, 3 of 10 conversations with Nate ended up in him being all sad- until I meet you, and it was like she vanished from my head
-So you were lusting for me since the first day? –a smirk appeared on his lips.
-Not exactly, she just vanished, it was like my mind clearing up space for you, even tho I didn’t start to fall a lot of months uphead that…
-Cute –oh gosh he loved feeling so loved.
They both look at the sunrise warming up their skins, Danse smoking out from the nose. The chill breeze of the morning and the lack of activity in the settlement was a relaxing scenario for the couple to enjoy a breakfast.
-I fucked Hancock you know
-You what? –his racist self had the need to ask out and loud.
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