Just because it's the apocalypse doesn't mean we can't be lesbians. One of those "companions react" blogs but with ladies in mind (not that guys and non-binary pals can't enjoy, of course). Default Sole is female (Nora). Currently writing for Cait, Curie, and Piper. SFW (for now). I'm not confident with other characters, so as of right now I'm not accepting requests for them. Headcanons, drabbles, fics, reacts. Ask away. ~~INBOX: 1 (Open for asks!)
Welcome to the blog. Here Iâll be posting reacts specific to Cait, Curie, and Piper (and other female characters, as I come to know them better and feel more confident that I can write for them well, but for now itâs only those three). Please refer to this post for information about rules, doâs and donâtâs, and other stuff you can submit, read, or expect!
Things Iâll write:
Reacts
Drabbles
Headcanons (though I ask that you have patience for me here, Iâm not used to sharing my headcanons due to fear of starting Discourse, so if yâall ask for headcanons please be gentle with myself and others!)
General thoughts on characters
Light NSFW (I plan on branching into regular NSFW, but for now letâs keep it classy-adult)
Things I will not write:
Non-consensual stuff
Adults and minors beyond friendship/mentor relationships
Real heavy kinky stuff (Iâm just not knowledgeable in that area)
Super heavy gore/violence (mostly because Iâm not comfortable in my skill level)
Tag guide:
Tags are fairly straight forward. Each character will be tagged, and reactions, drabbles, headcanons, etc. are tagged as such. I use the tag ânot a reactâ for anything that isnât one of the above.
About me:
Iâm Gwen! Iâve been writing for over fifteen years, and I like it so much I went and got a degree in English. Iâm also a trained horologist, though I do that in my spare time. When Iâm not writing, at work, playing video games, or working on watches, I like to take time for a nice cup of tea and adoring my wife.
I bought Fallout 4 in 2018 and Iâve loved it ever since, clocking over 1500 hours in the Commonwealth so far. While I mostly write fanfiction about my Sole Survivor, Renee Jones, I am also slowly working on transforming my current fanfic into an original novel (and although I could talk about it all day, Iâll just leave it at that unless asked).
Iâm a huge fan of romance, angst, hurt/comfort, and good ole classic whump. My writing is usually dramatic and the âit hurts so goodâ type but with a generally happy ending. And of course, cute af fluff because life is hard enough and I like to read things that bring me joy.
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Hey. So obviously I'm not writing anything anytime soon. Been going through some stuff and haven't been able to get therapy (because I live in the dystopian hellscape that is the US and can't afford mental health care) so all of my writing has fallen to the side.
I'm not giving up on this blog, and I hope you won't either, but I do ask for understanding and patience. These days just getting my ass to work is hard, so this blog is honestly one of the last things on my mind.
In the meantime, all I can offer is a link to my slow-burn Curie fanfic, if you'd like it. It's nearly 40 chapters so far and features my clumsy idiot OC. I think it's a fun ride. Been fun to write, anyway.
If you'd like to further support me, here's my Ko-Fi. Maybe someday I can be able to save up enough for some therapy sessions.
While I always appreciate likes, please remember to reblog content you enjoy and consume! In the least, comments are appreciated so I know how I'm doing.
Clearly I haven't been active as I should be, in part because I'm working on other writing projects, but also because I'm disappointed in the performance of this blog. I love writing about the female companions, but I don't love screaming into the void.
Reblogs are appreciated, and please, start reblogging fandom writing you consume. It's disheartening to write for a silent audience.
I meant how do Sole and the ladies start dating, yes!
[Gotcha! Thank you for the clarification! I just wanted to make sure that I got it right. Sorry for the delay!
Also this got long, lmao. ]
Cait: âGot a little somethinâ there.â She grinned as she swiped her own thumb along her bottom lip.
Nora winced as she did the same, coming across the dried blood. âOuch.â She felt over the bruise forming along her chin. âThatâs gonna look bad tomorrowâŚâ
âEh, bruises never killed nobody.â Cait dunked more Vodka on a stained cloth and began dabbing away the blood. âHold still there.â She gripped Noraâs chin, gently. âWasnât expecting you to lay that guy out. Impressive.â
âWell, Iâve been trying to learn from you.â Nora winced again and hissed through her teeth.
Cait stopped for only a moment, shaking her head. âLearninâ from me? You tryinâ to get yourself killed out there?â
Nora glanced away and her cheeks turned pink. âI mean, I watch you anyway, so I might as well learn somethingâŚâ
âSo you are staring at my ass when weâre traveling.â The redhead arched an eyebrow. âI knew it.â
âBecause you donât do the same?â Nora reached up to take Caitâs bloodied hand in her own. She brushed her fingertips along the womanâs knuckles with a soft sigh.
Cait felt her face flush as Nora brought her hand up to kiss it. âWh-what the hell are you doinâ?â
âTrying to help my girlfriend feel better?â Nora cocked her head.
âYourâŚâ Cait finished patting away the dried blood from Noraâs face and let her hand fall into her lap. âThatâsâŚa pretty big step there. You sure you know what youâre askinâ for?â
Nora took the cloth. âI wouldnâtâve said it if I didnât.â She began cleaning off Caitâs hand.
âWell all right thenâŚlover.â
Curie: To say she was disappointed when she first left the Vault would be an understatement, but calm moments like these helped. She laid back on the old, ratty blanket Nora set out and stared up at the sky. Cloudsâbrilliant white and softâfloated by lazily above. Sure, the grass wasnât as green as she hoped, and she would never get to see a butterfly, but at least she had the clouds.
Nora popped a cap off a bottle of Nuka-Cola and took a drink. âItâs nice to relax sometimes.â
âYes, it is.â Curie turned her head to look at the woman. âYou need to relax more.â
âSpeak for yourself. Donât think I havenât caught you sneaking to bed way past midnight.â
âI do not require the same amount of rest zhat you do, Madame.â Curie arched an eyebrow.
Nora frowned. âStillâŚâ
âYou must take better care of yourself. Zhe Commonwealth needs you. Zhe Minutemen depend on you.â Curie sat up. She gave a soft sigh and glanced away. âAnd I⌠I need you as well. You are my dearest friend. You know zhis.â
Noraâs gaze softened and she put the soda down before inching closer. âAre we only friends, Curie?â
âYou know I am no good with emotions and relationships. Please do not ask me such questions.â Curie swallowed hard, but didnât move away.
âI think at this point⌠Weâre more than just friends.â Nora smiled, gentle and patient as always. âBut only if you want to.â
The feeling welling up in Curieâs chest was alien to her. It wasnât wholly unpleasant, and she didnât bother trying to find a name for it. âI do.â
âThen thatâs that. See? Wasnât so hard.â
âZhat does not mean you can get away with not sleeping properly.â
Nora chuckled. âDamn itâŚâ
Piper: âBlue!â Piper tossed a fresh magazine to the woman as she passed by, ducking behind a corner.
âThanks!â Nora grabbed it out of the air and jammed it into her own pistol.
Using the same ammo came in handy, more often than not. Piper kept shooting at the Raiders trying to claim their corpses. âAnything for a story!â She remembered saying. And she couldnât exactly go back on that now.
One Raider got too close and Nora clocked him over the head with her gun. He crumpled to the ground. Nora looked up with a grin and gave Piper a thumbs up to show she was all right.
As both women prepared to switch positions again, Nora grabbed the reporter by the front of her coat and pulled in close. Without a word, she kissed Piper, knocking her hat off. Behind them a car exploded.
âDonât die.â Nora smirked and turned to continue shooting.
Piper stumbled back, her mind blank. How many relationships established in a hail of gunfire actually worked out? WellâŚ
At least one.
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Just wanted to let everyone know I *am* working on the reacts! I tend to work a little slowly, but I've got a good start and hope to have at least one up tomorrow!
Hi there I recently discovered you posts and I really enjoy them. Can I ask what the reactions of the companions would be if sole built a womans refuge and clinic with the help of female minutemen, that was only staffed by women
[Thank you for your kind words! I hope you continue to enjoy!
Ooh, I love this idea tbh. By women, for women, with women. God, I love women.]
Cait: As much as she tried not to be, a small part of her still felt bitter about the whole thing. She had no doubt Nora could pull it off, of course; but seeing all these gals getting resources and help that she never had? It hurt, more than she liked.
âHeh. Where were ya when I needed you?â She quipped one afternoon, catching Nora leaving the clinic.
âIâm sorry, Cait. I know I havenât been very present the past few months, but Iâll always make time for you.â Nora smiled, brilliant and kind as always. âWhatâs up?â
âThatâs notâŚâ Cait shook her head. âForget it. Never mind.â Her pride wouldnât let her admit her hurt. Not that Nora didnât already know she was a broken, fucked-up mess of a person, but still. After all Nora helped her through, after all sheâd done, Cait didnât really feel like she had a right to be angry. But she was.
âIf you want to talk about it, Iâm here. Whenever you want.â Nora put a hand on her shoulder.
Cait knew she was telling the truth, but it still hurt to see people getting opportunities she could only dream of. MaybeâŚit would do her some good to visit the clinic herself.
Curie: As soon as Nora even proposed the ideafor the womenâs refuge, Curie was all over it. She began helping to plan the medical side of things and even went as far as drafting up her own manuals and policies for womenâs health in the wasteland. This. This was exactly the sort of thing she had in mind when she said she wanted to make a positive change.
But being the head of a clinic proved a little more paperwork and a lot less one-on-one with patients than Curie wouldâve liked. Even then, she soldiered on. There was little that brought her more satisfaction than seeing how these battered Wastelanders were able to turn their lives around, and turning from sickly, scared shells to the empowered, healthy women she knew they could be. And knowing she was a part of it? Icing on the cake.
âNora, be sure to take care of yourself too,â Curie said over lunch one afternoon.
âI should be telling you that.â Noraâs smile was warm but her tone chiding. âYouâre working yourself too hard.â
âOh, wellâŚâ Curie couldnât exactly argue. She had a habit of that, after all. âI will be fine.â
âOkay. But take a rest if you need to, all right? You canât help anyone if you donât help yourself.â
Curie tried. But often, more often than not, she could be found in the clinic, late into the night, counseling any new arrivals.
Piper: âThatâs⌠Thatâs just what the Commonwealth needs. I mean, itâs at least a step in the right direction.â Piper knew she shouldnâtâve been surprised at Noraâs kindness and generosity, but the Vaultdweller never ceased to amaze.
As work on the refuge began, Piper began putting out advertisements in the Publick. And once it was open, she penned a few articles and made sure to distribute them to all the Minuteman-operated settlements she could. The refuge would only work with refugees, and the more publicity, the better.
She felt guilty that she couldnât do much else beyond tell people it was open, and where to find it. She wasnât skilled in medicine and, to be honest, she didnât really know how to handle crying adults. One evening, after Nora and herself were home and dinner was over, and Nat was doing her homework, she told Nora as much.
âYouâve done so much for the refuge. If it werenât for you, I never wouldâve gotten it off the ground.â Nora gazed at her, eyebrows knitted.
âI-I mean, I just, you know, advertised it.â Piper rubbed the back of her neck. âI canât really do anything elseââ
âYou do a lot for the refuge, and for me.â Nora gripped her hand. âYou donât have to work there to make a difference. Because you just being you⌠Youâve already made a difference. At least to me.â
Piper, for once, was at a complete loss for words. If Nora was saying she did a good job, then who was she to argue? And besides⌠The refuge could always use some reading material. Maybe she could branch out from journalism to creative writing.
[Hey! Iâm so sorry, but can I ask you to resubmit this one? I have the dumbs today, and my brain doesnât really work like a normal personâs anyway. Could I have more clarification for this one?
âGet togetherâ = start dating? I just wanted to make sure so I donât deliver on the wrong thing. Thank you for your understanding!]
Ive been going around with this question but. Letâs have our ladies react to a werebeast/werewolf Nora? If you feel like it? (This is what happens when I play Fallout and Skyrim back to back ugh).
[I havenât played Skyrim in ages, I should redownload it and get the anniversary update.]
Cait: To say she was shocked was an understatement. The first time Nora turned, Cait actually pulled out her shotgun and nearly pulled the trigger. Sure, realistically, she knew the beast was still Nora, but suddenly being face-to-face with a man-eating wolf thing� She freaked out a little, to be sure.
But⌠Once Nora explained, Cait was surprisingly okay with it. It could be fun, after all. And Nora was really just a giant dog, anyway. Maybe Cait could teach her tricks. (Nora did not want to learn tricks)
Curie: But of course her first response, after the initial surprise and fear wore off, was what on earth caused it? And what did it feel like? And what were her abilities now? And, and⌠The list went on. Curie is more concerned with the medical, physical, and scientific aspect of lycanthropy, and less worried about âMon dieu, my girlfriend is a werewolf.â She does her best to help Nora through the transformations, as they canât possibly be pleasant.
Piper: Lycanthropy? In her Commonwealth?? Oh, but this would be a fantastic story. She peppered Nora about her transformationsâWhen did they start, how did it happen, did it happen before or after the warâand mostly certainly wrote an article on it (and several following articles, mostly reassuring her readers that no, itâs not contagious and no again, she wonât be releasing the name of the werewolf). To her, itâs interesting; a little scary at first, but itâs still her same Nora under all that fur, so nothing to be afraid of.
Hey everyone! I know we're going into a (American) holiday weekend, but I won't really be celebrating it. So that means I'm definitely open for requests! (I do have to work on Friday though)
How about when romanced ladies knew when they had feelings for sole?
[Thank you for the request! Iâm not sure if youâre the same anon whoâs also sent in the last few, but Iâm very appreciative. Iâm not very good at coming up with my own prompts, so these have been great!
Also Iâm sorry about the delay. Ironically, Curieâs response stumped me for a few days. Sheâs my favorite character, youâd think Iâd be able to figure hers out no problem but apparently not.]
Cait: âIâm proud of you.â
Sheâd never heard those words before; at least, not meant in a genuine fashion. Sure, Tommy told her he was âproudâ, but what he really meant was how happy he was to be raking in caps thanks to her fighting.
But hearing that from Nora? That wasâŚdifferent. Nora didnât expect anything from her. Didnât take anything from her. Nora had absolutely no reason to be proud of her, and yet⌠Nora was. Nora wasâŚproud.
Cait felt something stir in her at those words. Not in the way she was used to, like anger or lust. No, this was something else entirely. Her mind went blank and she could only stare at Nora. She began to realize just how much the woman meant to her, how much she came to depend on her. And not just in a fight.
Maybe she trusted too easily. But Nora was just so damn easy to trust. Cait found herself not minding that, not minding that she was, most likely, opening herself up to disappointment again. She trusted Nora not to do that to her. SheâŚcared. For Nora. And she wondered vaguely if Nora would ever feel the same.
Curie: Nora winced, almost jerked back her arm. âThat hurts,â she hissed.
âWell, perâaps if you would pay more attention to your surroundings and less to only what is in front of you, you would âave seen zhat second Raider.â Curie poured more antiseptic on the cloth and continued dabbing at the wound near Noraâs shoulder. âIf you arenât careful, zhen youâre bound to get a more permanent injury! I cannot reattach a lost limb, or, even worse, bring you back to life!â
Nora gave a soft whimper but was otherwise silent.
As Curie worked at tending to her injury, her mind whirled. Nora never seemed to give much thought to her own well-being, and as such injuries like this werenât uncommon. But Curie would never get used to it, she knew. She worried so much over the woman. She was scaredâhonestly, genuinelyâthat someday Nora would be killed.
Curie hesitated, her hands shaking. If Nora ever died, everâŚleft her, then⌠The very thought caused her heart to ache. She didnât want to be without the Vaultdweller. She couldnât. Their lives were entwined now, and wherever Nora went, Curie would follow.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, the word âloveâ was tossed around.
Piper: âThen I ripped the minigun right off the Vertibird!â
âWhoa!â Nat bounced where she sat on the couch.
Piper grinned, watching Nora very dramatically act out one of her stories. It was a calm night, a peaceful one, and they had all just finished dinner. She sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs. âGo on, tell her about how you nearly passed out when you a Deathclaw for the first time.â
Nora huffed. âI did not nearly pass out!â She crossed her arms, pouting.
âWhat did you do then?â Nat tilted her head.
âI killed it, of course.â Nora rubbed the back of her neck. âThen I passed outâŚâ
Piper continued to watch her sister and her companion chat, getting more and more animated. She was grateful that they got along so well; she wasnât sure whatâd she do if they didnât. Even better, Nat liked her. A few times she came home alone, and the first thing her sister asked was, âWhereâs Nora?â
She looked over to see the admiration in Natâs eyes as she watched Nora launch into another story. Piperâs smile softened. She always told herself she wouldnât date someone unless Nat liked them. And Nat really seemed to like this one.
Which was fine by her, because Piper liked her too.
How do you think the ladies would react to not being able to do their main /thing/ (Piper her paper, Curie not practicing medicine anymore, etc.)
[Thank you for the ask! Iâm going to make this a long react and write one as if it were a temporary thing, and another (probably angsty) one as if it were permanent. Also Iâm so sorry, I was kinda figuring that Caitâs âthingâ is fighting/exploring. I need to travel with her more.]
Cait (temporary): As if it werenât bad enough that Cait managed to get injured in a fight, now she wasnât even allowed to go bash the bastardâs face in. Both Nora and the doc gave her strict instructions not to use her broken arm; and unfortunately, Nora was keeping a close eye on her to make sure.
âCanât I at least watch you go punch the bastard?â She whined, fidgeting where she sat.
âNo.â Nora rolled her eyes. âYou need to let the bones heal.â
âYou know I donât like all thisâŚthis sittinâ around.â
Nora gave an aggravated sigh. âI know, I knowâŚâ
Cait doesnât handle being still very well. The eight weeks it took for her broken arm to heal felt like actual hell, and by the end of it, Nora was running out of ways to make sure Cait stayed in one spot.
Cait (permanent): Much as she tried not to be too bitter about everything, it was a lost cause, really. Nora told her the news herself: she was stuck. No more exploring the Commonwealth, bringing her own brand of Irish-flavored justice. No more fighting at all. For fun or for her life.
At least she lost the use of her legs protecting Nora. That was the only good thing about it all: that Nora was still okay. Cait had to tell herself that, sometimes out loud, whenever she woke up in the morning. She wished she could be out there by Noraâs side, where she belonged. But now, the only fighting she did was with herself, daily, to keep from sinking back into her old habits. Chems had never looked better.
Curie (temporary): âJust âow long will it take to rebuild?â Though deep down she already knew the answer would be much longer than she wished.
âI dunno. A month, two months? Probably two months.â Sturges whistled as he looked over the wreckage. âYeah. Two months. Minimum.â
Curie suppressed a groan. One of her experiments went horribly, terribly wrong, and she counted herself lucky to have escaped with only a few cuts and burns. But her lab, unfortunately, burned to the ground. If it would take two months just to rebuild the building and some of her equipment, it would take even longer to get back all the beakers, Bunsen burners, flasks, test tubes, and everything else she needed. Not even her greenhouse survived.
Left with little choice, she joined Nora on a quest to recover as many medical and science supplies as they could find. The journeys helped a little, but Curie always felt something like an itch in the back of her mind. She knew she should have been doing research and experiments, and was instead spending time doing anything but that. On the upside, at least she kept a log of all the new things she wanted to experiment with and try to formulate.
Curie (permanent): How many test tubes had she broken now? As she stared at the broken shards on the lab table, her vision began to blur. Was it from her frustrated tears, or were her eyes malfunctioning again?
She didnât need a doctor to tell her she would never truly be back to normal. She knew already that she should have counted herself lucky to even be alive, but at the moment, everything felt impossible. The brain, human or Synth, was a complicated thing. And hers was damaged. Forever. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and one hit from a Super Mutant changed everything.
The ever-present ringing in her ears caused her also ever-present dull headache to spike, and she let her hand drop to her side. She was designed to be a doctor, a scientist. She dedicated her life, over two hundred years of it, to helping humanity. And now? She could hardly even hold a cup without dropping it. What was left, if she could not do the one thing she was made to do?
Piper (temporary): Well, it was inevitable, really. She knew that eventually her old, beat-up terminal would go on the fritz and need to be replaced, but she hoped her luck would hold out. It didnât.
âYeah, Iâm gonna need some fuses, a vacuum tube⌠HmâŚâ Nora picked at the back and it sparked, causing her to jump back. âAnd someone better with terminals than me.â
Piper slammed her fist on the top of the case and some circuits fell out the back. âWell, damn it. Know any terminal salesmen?â
Nora, surprisingly, knew where they could get a replacement terminal. But, it would take a few weeks for Sturges to build one. In the meantime, Piper tried to write the paper by hand. After only a few nights of that, she decided the cramps werenât worth it. The most she could do was keep notes in her notepad, as no one elseâs terminal was set up properly for her to use.
In the time it took for her new terminal to be built, she met almost every adventure with, âThis would make a great article, if I could write it!â But eventually, she could. And she was right; they did make great articles.
Piper (permanent): âBut what about my hand?â
Curie looked down at the clipboard in her own hand. âErâŚâ
It was never a good sign for the doctor to hesitate, and in Piperâs case, it spelled her doom. Her right hand, her dominant hand, would forever beâŚwell, in her humble opinion, useless. Damaged nerves, tendons, ligaments. Her fingers were stiff and never wanted to move, and most days she could barely manage to stretch them all out.
Oh sure, she tried to type with one hand at first. Each key individually, slowly, painstakingly. It took her all night just to pump out most of an article. No editing, just a draft.
Piper broke down right there at her desk. Her writing career was over. How was she expected to do anything without her hands, especially without her dominant one? She couldnât ask Nat to take dictationâher pride wouldnât let her, and she didnât want to encroach on her sisterâs homework timeâand Nora and Nick and Ellie and everyone else were too busy.
Nora even tried to lift her spirits by making a poorly-timed joke about how she could change her name to âPiper Leftâ, but it only made her feel worse. She wanted to leaveâŚthe world.
What do you think the ladies do in their free time?
[Thank you for the ask! Hereâs what I personally think the companions do in their free time, after a long day, when theyâre trying to unwind.]
Cait: Thereâs nothing quite like a strong drink at the end of a day. Not as strong or as many as she used to, but thereâs no harm in having a beer or three. If sheâs with Sole or someone else she enjoys, she likes a good, long chat. Friendly, personable, and most important, comfortable. But if sheâs alone, sheâs got a few wood carving projects to work on. Small carvings, usually from the sticks or smaller branches she finds. It started out with whittling to get out her nervous energy, but itâs relaxing too.
Curie: Itâs difficult to get this Synth to relax, but when she does, she enjoys listening to the radio and working on her sketches, with a nice cup of tea at her side. Oh, but make no mistake: these are medical sketches, and she was putting so much care into making sure she got Soleâs features right forâfor science, of course! Just ignore that the margins of her actual notes are filled with doodles of herself and Sole. And a few of Dogmeat too, because who doesnât like a good boy?
Piper: Unsurprisingly, Piper tends to read or writeânot for the paper, but for herself. Perhaps one day sheâll get brave enough to author a full book, but for now, sheâs content to write stories that definitelyarenât based on her adventures with a particular Vaultsuit-wearing adventurer. And they definitely, definitely definitely arenât romance stories. Never. Perish the thought.
(Her terminal is for sure full of romantic, sometimes even erotic stories about herself and Blue. Donât even think it isnât.)
Curie Reacts to Someone Else Eating Her Last Fancy Lads
[We all know that Synths, for some reason, go feral over Fancy Lads Snack Cakes. Curie is no different. I canât imagine sheâd be very happy if someone ate her last boxâŚ]
Curie hung up her lab coat on the hook by the door after a long day entrenched in her research. She ran a hand over her short hair before turning to walk into the kitchen. Sure, she lived in Sanctuary; but true sanctuary was found in her secret stash. She opened the top cupboard and grabbed the box, popped open the top, and reached inside.
Empty.
She blinked in surprise before turning the box upside down. A few crumbs fell to the floor but that was it. She gritted her teeth and turned to stomp outside. She already knew who the culprit was, of course. It wasâŚ
Cait: âSo then I laid the bastard out before he even knew what hit âim.â She took another drink from the beer in her hand. The few settlers around her laughed and one clapped her on the back.
âCait!â
She swallowed hard and turned to see Curie stalking toward her. âOh shite.â
In the middle of their little group, surrounded by glasses of booze and poker chips, was an empty plate of Fancy Lads. Cait got up from her chair. âI can explain! It was my turn to bring snacks!â
âZhen you should âave thought of a different snack!â Curie stomped right over and grabbed the womanâs arm. âYouâre going to replace what you stole.â
âOi, I was winninâ, let me go!â
Curie turned with a glare.
Cait rubbed the back of her neck. âUgh, fine. Lemme go find you another boxâŚâ She grumbled and tossed her cards on the table, off to steal someone elseâs Fancy Lads.
Nora/Sole: âHurry it up, we donât want Curie finding out.â Nora held one chocolate between her fingers.
Shaun looked up at his mother, crumbs around his mouth. âWait, these are Miss Curieâs?â
âWell⌠They were.â Nora winked and stuffed the dessert between her lips.
She wanted to reward her son for his schoolwork, and the diligence he gave his chores and other work. She fully intended on replacing the box she took, for sure. She knew how much Synths loved their Fancy Lads.
She barely processed the knock at the door before it opened. âMadame!â Curie barged in.
Nora glanced between the Fancy Lads and Curie. âOh, uh⌠Hm. Well.â
Shaun waved and held one out. âHey Miss Curie!â
Curieâs eyebrows rose and she let out a sigh. âIâŚsee.â She smiled weakly and stepped forward to take the dessert. She glared down at Nora. âYou will be replacing zhese, yes?â
Nora chuckled. âYeah, yeahâŚâ
Piper: The reporter was, naturally, hard at work on her next article. She holed herself up in the office Nora gave her when they stopped in Sanctuary. A bottle of Nuka-Cola sat in the corner of her desk while half a plate of Fancy Lads laid by her left hand. She reached for another.
âZhose arenât yours.â
She jumped in her chair, startled. âJesus!â She looked up to see Curie, who seemed very unhappy indeed. âOh, hey.â She paled. âOh no.â
Curieâs gaze swept around the office, taking in all the empty Nuka-Cola bottles and used boxes of other snacks. Her eyes landed on Piper. âWe need to talk about yourâŚhabits.â
âI was hungry, and Nora told me where to find them!â
âI meant your other habits, but weâll talk about that too.â Curie grabbed the plate back. âZhe last thing you need is more sugar.â
Piper couldnât even argue. She reached out a limp hand as if to stop her but sighed instead. âFineâŚâ
[Bonus!]
Renee Jones (my OC): Renee just finished licking the powdered sugar off her fingertips when Curie opened the door to their home. She stopped, one finger still between her teeth. Then, she turned, holding the box behind her back. âHey hon! Youâre home early!â
Curie arched one eyebrow. âYouâŚâ She stepped forward and lunged for the box.
Renee lifted it high, just out of the Synthâs reach. âLooking for these?â
âHow did you even find zhose?â Curie reached up desperately.
âHow do you think your box never seems to run out? I keep replacing them for you. But I got a little hungry this time.â Renee wrapped her free arm around Curieâs waist. âIâll get you more, donât worry.â
Curie frowned and pointedly didnât look at her. âHmph.â
Renee chuckled and finally lowered the box. She laughed as Curie pounced on it. âYouâre adorable, you know that?â
âIâm hungry.â Curie grabbed one little cake and bit into it. âDonât steal my things.â
âOnly your heart, my love.â Renee rolled her eyes with a smile.
Okay so you know how sometimes raiders will talk about that person that makes all those sounds like the motorcycle and the grenades? Could you do companions react to finding out its the some survivor whoâs doing it? Like theyre at a raider camp and they overhear the raiders telling one of the stories and then sosu is like âwatch thisâ *insert gun sounds* (also could you make the reader gender neutral please â˘~â˘) thank you :)
[First I want to apologize for the delay, it took me a couple weeks to recover from my wrist injury and then I recently started a new job at a warehouse, so Iâve been absolutely knackered by the time I get home. But here I am, finally! Enjoy.]
It did take long to run into trouble after leaving Goodneighbor. Sole gestured for their companion to lay low, kneeling down by an old semi trailer before stealing across the street closer to a wooden barricade. Two Raiders patrolled the top of the crude barricade, but didnât seem to notice Sole.
Sole moved forward and their boot accidentally kicked against a loose rock. It skidded across the cracked asphalt, making the two Raiders whip around. âWhoâs there?!â One demanded, waving her gun around.
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Neither Sole nor their companion said a word.
âDamn it, hearinâ shit again.â The Raider lowered her gun.
The other Raider did the same and stepped closer to their partner. âHey, did you hear about that kid thatâs been runninâ around?â
âGonna have to be more specific.â
âYeah, apparently Joe down by Hardware Town saw them. They were pretending to rev up a motorcycle and throw grenades and everything. But like⌠Thereâs no motorcycle. The grenades are rocks. The kidâs just faking it all.â
âYou serious? ThatâsâŚâ The Raider laughed. âThatâs fucked up, man.â
Sole grunted. âI wouldnât call me a kid,â they grumbled.
Their companion gave them a quizzical look.
Sole put a finger to their lips as a sign for silence and grabbed a handle of pebbles. A beat passed before they tossed them against the barricade and began making a loud hissing noise between their teeth. They grabbed their companionâs hand and dragged them along. Just as they made it to the barricade, Sole shouted a large explosion.
As the Raiders turned, guns drawn, Sole started pointed at each of them, hand positioned like a fake pistol. âPew! Pew pew!â They shouted, âshootingâ each one. âPew! Pewâtch, tch, tch.â Their âgunâ jammed and they mimed having to reload. âPew!â They âshotâ one Raider square in the chest.
The Raiders were so confused that Sole was able to run right past them, dragging their poor companion behind them. Once safe, they began to laugh.
Cait: She looked at Sole, her eyes wide and her chest heaving. âYou coulda gotten us killed, ya idiot!â She wanted to be angry, but a part of her was more impressed than anything. âBut⌠Damn, fine. You mean youâre the one doinâ all that?â
Sole nodded, smiling. âYou bet.â
âThatâsâŚâ Cait sighed, shaking her head. âGod damn it, if Iâd known yeâre like this, I woulda played along a lot sooner.â She found she rather liked the idea. It was funny, and the looks on the Raidersâ faces? Fucking priceless.
Curie: âZhat was very dangerous!â Her heart beat hard against her ribs and she was more concerned with controlling her breathing than anything else. âYou are very lucky that zhe Raiders didnât shoot at us!â
Sole rubbed the back of their neck, looking sheepish. âIâm sorry⌠But thatâs how I got out of fighting before, and itâs worked so far!â
âAnd zhat is⌠Well, is isnât fine, but I want you to warn me next time!â She canât help but be worried. The Commonwealth is a dangerous enough place without running straight through certain death like that. To be sure, sheâd never quite get used to it, and never encouraged it.
Piper: âYou mean youâre the one those Raiders were talking about?â Of course, she already heard about the strange person that would pretend to ride motorcycles and throw grenades and shoot guns, but she never expected it was Sole. âIâve been tracking that guy for ages!â
Sole grinned. âIt was me, all me.â
She flicked out her notepad and grabbed a pen from her glove. âAll right, tell me where you got the idea and how the hell you go so good at making those noises.â
It didnât bother Piper much. She thought it was interesting more than anything, and was perfectly happy to sneak around Raider camps while Sole did their thing. It was always funny, after all.
So I went to the doctor after my plan of "if I rest a bit it'll go away oh god why is it getting worse" failed, and found that I injured some ligaments and tendons in my wrist. As my right (dominant) hand is stuck in a brace, I won't be able to do much for a week or two.
I apologize for the delay, especially as I have some requests to do and some ideas of my own. I hope to be able to write again soon!
