It has come to my attention that I have reached over 100 of you lovely, beautiful, and downright awesome followers and I am ecstatic! I didnāt really know how to celebrate, but I wanted to do something, so here is a masterlist!Ā
Now, I just have to keep the thing updated :)
Seriously though, thank you all so much! šā„ļøšā„ļøšĀ
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Requests are: CLOSED
RulesĀ for Requesting
Key
M! = Male
F! = Female
R! = Romanced
Events
1.5K Celebration Masterlist
2K Celebration Masterlist
Reactions
Fluff:
R! M! FO4 Companions and the first time theyāre shown soft forms of affection.
R! M! FO3 Companions and the first time theyāre shown soft forms of affection.
R! M! FONV Companions and the first time theyāre shown soft forms of affection.
FO4 Companions React to their First Kiss with F!Sole (Part 1).
FO4 Companions React to Their First Kiss with F!Sole (Part 2)
FONV Companions React to Their First Kiss with Six (Part 1)
FO4 Companions React to Getting Caught Under the Mistletoe w/ Sole
R! FO4 M! Companions + Maxson React to F!Sole Being Pregnant (Part 1)
R! FO4 Companions + Arcade & Butch React to Sole/Six/Lone Writing Their Name on Their Arm
R! FO4 Companions react to F!Sole Making Them Feel Strong
Select FO Companions React to Lone/Six/Sole Giving Them Praise
R! FO4 Companions React to Sole Calling them Husband/Wife for the 1st Time
Hurt/Comfort:
M! FO4 Companions react to Waking up Alone after Spending the Night with Sole.
F! FO4 Companions react to Waking up Alone after Spending the Night with Sole
R! FO4 Companions + Extras React to a Sole Who Canāt Handle SoftnessĀ
R! FO3 Companions React to a Lone Who Canāt Handle SoftnessĀ
R! FONV Companions React to a Six Who Canāt Handle SoftnessĀ
R! FO4 Companionsā Versions of theĀ āHi, Honeyā Tape
Angst:
M! FO4 Companions react to Being Saved by Sole.
R! M! FO4 Companions React to Sole Being Tortured (Part 1)
R! M! FO4 Companions React to Sole Being Tortured (Part 2)
R! FO4 Companions React to F!Sole Turning into a Ghoul
FO3 Companions React to Being With Lone when James Sacrifices Himself
NSFW:
R! FO4 Companions React to Being Told They LookĀ āSubmissive and Breedableā (NSFW-ish)
R! FONV Companions React to Being Told They LookĀ āSubmissive and Breedableā (NSFW-ish)
R! FO3 Companions React to Being Told They LookĀ āSubmissive and Breedableā (NSFW)
R! M! Companions react to Sole/Lone/Six Being Unable to Walk After Sex (NSFW-ish)
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
Misc:
R!FO4 Companions React to a Sole Who Believes Intimacy is Wrong
FO4 Companions React to Sole Receiving an Unsolicited Dick Pic
FO4 Companions React to Soleās HUGE Chem Stash
R! FO4 Companions React to Sole Being an Embarrassing Parent to Human! Shaun
FO4 Companions React to Sole Wanting to Dress Up for Halloween
FO4 Companionās React to F!Sole Being an Elite Sniper before the War
FO4 Companions react to Sole with Prosthetics
R! FO4 Companions React to Soleās Anxiety Tics
R! FO3 and FONV Companions React to Loneās/Sixās Anxiety Tics
R! FO4 Companions React to Autistic!Sole with Sensory Overload Anxiety
R! FO3 + NV Companions React to Autistic!Lone/Six with Sensory Overload Anxiety
FO3 and FONV Companions React to Lone/Six Drawing Them
Specific Character Drabbles
Fluff:
Hancockās First Time with Nervous! M!Sole
R! Hancock reacting to Sole wanting him to be a father to Synth! Shaun
Hurt/Comfort:
Hancock Comforting Depressed Sole/Reader
Pining! Hancock cheering up sad F!Sole
Hancock Helping Sole Recover from Chem Addiction
NSFW:
R! Arcade and X6-88 React to M!Six/F!Sole Thigh Riding them (NSFW)
Misc:
Danse, MacCready, and Deacon react to meeting Lone and Butch
10 Year Old! Sole Finds the Railroad and Meets Deacon for the First Time
Headcannons
Fluff:
R! Companion Pet Names for Sole/Lone/Six
R! FO3 Companions React to Plus Size! Lone
FO3 Crushing! Companions Try to Flirt with Lone for the First Time
R! FO4 Companions and the Little Things They Do in Relationships
NSFW:
How the FO4 M!Companions are in BedĀ (NSFW)
How the FONV M!Companions are in BedĀ (NSFW)
FO3 and FONV Companionsā Loverās Embrace Quotes
Extra Fallout Charactersā Loverās Embrace QuotesĀ
AllĀ Companions as Top, Bottom or Switch
Misc:
FO3 Companions Yandere Headcannons
FONV Companions (+ Extras) Yandere Headcannons
FO4 Companions (+ Extras) Yandere HeadcannonsĀ
FO4 Companions + Extras Play FMK
Instruments the Companions would play
How Many Kids Each Companion would Want (FO3, FO4, & FONV)
Specific Character Headcannons
Fluff:
R!Ā Danse x Pregnant! F!Sole Headcannons
R! Danse x Pregnant! F!Sole Headcannons Part 2
R!Ā Hancock x Pregnant! F!Sole HeadcannonsĀ
R!Ā X6-88 x Pregnant! F!Sole Headcannons
Arturo Rodriguez Romance Headcannons
Travis Miles Relationship Headcannons
Crushing Companions Part 1 (Benny, Joshua Graham, and Hancock)
Crushing Companions Part 2 (Arcade, Butch, Piper, Preston, & Veronica)
And yes, this and all of the other 1.5k prompts should be up on Ao3 (linked here)
And I just went ahead and posted all of my 1k prompts on Ao3 as well š (which were much less-organized and difficult to find on Tumblr, since I didn't have a masterlist for those). But that can be found here! I hope you enjoy!
And thanks everyone for sticking around and reading š, y'all are the best <3
Thank you so much, Anon! And yeah... I think I can maybe churn something out for this fantastic British ghoul š
Sorry this is probably years late at this point, but I hope you enjoy!
NSFW below the cut, minors please don't interact!
A) Aftercare (what they're like after sex):
The type to be begrudging about it, but Desmond more than understands the need for aftercare, particularly after some of the more intense kinks that he tends to take pleasure in. Desmond usually opts to use his voice to coax you out of whatever mindset heās helped you into throughout the night, mostly using good communication and a soft tone as the first form of care. Once youāre back to yourself (for the most part, at least) then heāll get into the physical: cleaning you up, rubbing over any marks he or some fastenings may have left on your smooth skin, stroking a hand over your back as he lets himself relax and perhaps enjoy a cigarette or a drink. Whether you partake in that part or not, he doesnāt mind, but he will request your company as he himself comes out of his more dominant mindset.Ā
Itās typically the softest side of Desmond you will see, except for maybe when you catch him alone with his pups.Ā
B) Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners):
His: Does his mind count? His intellect is good fun in between the sheetsā¦ No? Okay, well then heād have to go with his mouth. Yes, yes, it may not be the most attractive mouth youāve ever seen, but the filth that spews from it gets you going like nothing else, and the way he can use it to mark you so beautifully? Or the way he can tease you with his teeth and tongue, dragging his ruined lips across your smooth skin like heās making a map upon your flesh? What else could he even consider choosing?Ā
Theirs: Heāll have to say your eyes. Not just the color and shape, though those are certainly something to be complimented when heās in the right mood for it; but mostly itās the expressiveness of them. Heās the type of lover to turn your face towards him, no matter the position, just to look into your eyes as he pushes you over the edge of your pleasure; and even more so, if you attempt to close them as you reach your crest, heāll request that you keep them open, so he can observe the way that they fog over, that they go in and out of focus and even cross as you reach your precipice at his hand. That never fails to draw him right over the edge of his climax right alongside you.Ā
C) Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
His favorite place to let loose is probably in your mouth, tbh. RIP smoothskins, maybeā¦ it hasnāt really been proven that ghoul bodily fluids are radioactive enough to harm someone, but thatās a risk heās willing to take. Will praise you for it though, even if he makes it clear that thatās what he expects of you.Ā
D) Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
He is really into pet playā¦ but, is that enough on the ādown lowā to be considered a secret though? Probably notā¦
He does refer to you as āpupā pretty often in-game, after all.
Though, his version of pet play tends to be more along the lines of Master/Pet rather than the more animalistic alternative.Ā
E) Experienced (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?):
The manās been aroundā¦ what, 250 years? Give or take? And he was a debonair British secret service agent? Yeah, heās more than experienced. You name pretty much any kind of person, odds are heās had them between his sheets.Ā
And he knows what heās doing. Big time.Ā
Not only has he had to use seductive methods in a few of his missions as a spy, but he also revels in his own knowledge. He likes to be experienced, likes to be able to play his counterpart like a finely tuned instrument, likes to know them like a mission operative, inside and out, with all their quirks and caveats. Itās undeniably his goal to be utterly unforgettable as a lover.Ā
His past flings may have never learned his true name, but he knows that not a single one ever forgot him. He doesnāt intend to change that now.Ā
F) Favorite position (this goes without saying):
Heās had more than a fair sampling of strange and exciting positions over the years, and yetā¦ He finds that his favorites tend to be rather simple.Ā
Desmond likes to feel dominant, and so his preferred positions reflect that. Doggy style with you on all fours, or even with your rump raised and you down on your elbows in front of him is his go-to. However, he also likes having you lying flat on the bed, stomach down, with his body over yours, feeling the heat of him, the roughness of his flesh overtop you.Ā
Desmond also doesnāt shy away from bondage, so positions where you are tied for him, completely vulnerable as he does what he likes to make you writhe against your restraints in overwhelming pleasure, those are also among his favorites.Ā
G) Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.):
I donāt know about goofy, but heās certainly cheeky enough for the both of you. Both his words and his actions have bite to them, and he likes nothing more than to verbally tease his partners for their oversensitivity or their desperation that he certainly was the one to orchestrate.Ā
So it can be lighthearted with him for sure, and actually getting him to be truly vulnerable and serious in the moment takes a lot more time and convincing than getting him to be more playful.Ā
H) Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.):
The carpet absolutely matches the drapes. Those fiery locks of his can be found in small amounts all over his body, in the parts where the skin and follicles werenāt too damaged by radiation (mainly his chest, abdomen and legs), and he actually managed to maintain most of it on his head as well.Ā
Before his ghoulification, Desmond was remarkably well-groomed, and even now, he takes pride in his appearance, even with consideration of his extenuating circumstances.Ā Ā
I) Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect):
So, hereās the thingā¦ Desmond is fantastic at acting the part of a heartthrob and being excessively romantic and charming, when he wants to, but genuinely, thatās not really how he is as a person. So, if he is acting out of character that way, it could mean that he wants something from you and this is his way of trying to extract it, or, alternatively, it could mean that he is starting to have feelings for you and doesnāt want to scare you off with his usual gruffness. Itās difficult to determine which one is which, but if he begins to act more like himself in intimate situations, then you know that youāve got him hooked.Ā
Itāll waver back and forth once youāre in a relationship with him (and at that point, youāll know without a doubt that it was the latter of the two reasons he was being romantic with you), but think of those times that he is on the sweeter side as attempts at roleplay, since in reality, he tends to be more straightforward and rough.Ā
Thereās still a sensual aspect present in his lovemaking, one where sweeter expletives can be forced out of him between the curse words and dirty talk, but this only happens when heās too far gone to realize what heās saying and doing, and the truly romantic subtexts heās displaying to you. Thatās when you know heās actually gone and fully fallen for you, whichā¦ Congratulations, thatās almost never happened before in all his near 300 years.Ā
J) Jack off (masturbation headcannon):
Oh, sometimes he would resort to it, yes. On particularly lonely days secluded in his room with nothing but his pups for company, heād lie back and allow himself that indulgence, if only to pass the (egregious amount of) time.Ā
When you enter the picture though, he much prefers your hands or mouth doing the work for him. He still dabbles in self pleasure, of courseā¦ but he just prefers you being present. Does that still count? Well, heāll say that it does.Ā
K) Kink (one or more of their kinks):
As mentioned before, Desmond is a big fan of master/pet play. Anything with authority or Dom/Sub dynamics really is his bread and butter, and lives at the core of any romantic relationship heās in. Both in the bedroom, and just in lifeā¦ Which is to say he also quite likes the idea of free use, and will absolutely check and see if his partner is open to something like that.
He loves orgasm control. Period. Overstimulation, delay, denial, whatever. All of it is fun, because all of it has you completely under his control. The way you look and sound, writhing in frustration, it makes him grin wickedly like a madman.Ā
Beyond these bigger sort of kinks, Desmond does enjoy a few more simple things: lingerie, voice kink, some dirty talk and banter. These all quickly elevate his mood during foreplay and in the heat of the moment. He loves the way his rough, accented voice seems to affect you as well.Ā He often uses that fact to his advantage ;)
Lastly, the ghoul whoās seen and experienced damn near everything to do with sex really tends to enjoy some roleplaying. It spices things up, keeps sex new and varied with one partner, and lets him play out some old scenarios that really got him going, or even new ones that heās only thought of since being with you.Ā
L) Location (favorite places to do the do):
Doesnāt mind just doing the nasty in his room. You and him have privacy, security, and free reign to be as loud and disruptive as you want, which, for him, is definitely a bonus.Ā
Loves mixing it up though. The bed is fine, but Desmond likes to have creative liberty when selecting unorthodox locations both within and outside of his residency.Ā
He likes the privacy of his room, but that doesnāt mean heās opposed to more public places. He is a real stickler for security though, so expect him to be either a bit distracted during, or very quick when in a more dodgy position with you out in the Wasteland.Ā
M) Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
Being the older ghoul that he is, sometimes it takes a little while to get his motor running, but my god, does he enjoy foreplay in the form of a lil back and forth banter. Arguments, whether theyāre serious or playful, seem to get Desmond pretty riled up (and offer a good opportunity for blowing off some pent-up steam).Ā
Also his partner being subservient to him, following his orders quickly and without question, his partner asking him permission for something, or apologizing for not doing exactly what he told them to, all of that just sends little tingles up and down his spine and makes his trousers feel a bit tighter.Ā
Whenever you do disobey him, heās bound to find a wonderfully wicked way for you to make it up to him.Ā
N) No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs):
Youāll be hard-pressed to find something this old-timer isnāt comfortable with. Heās had sex in almost every kind of context you could think of, and while he knows what he likes, thereās very little he would outright deny you. Even some of the more taboo kinks are well within his realm of experience, and even the ones he might not be privy to arenāt completely off the table. If you ask nicely.
However, Desmond really likes to be the one in control. So any kind of bondage where he is at his partnerās mercy is not something he would like. Heās been in some sticky situations in his professional life where he found himself restrained, and he really wouldnāt like to be reminded of those times.Ā Ā
O) Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
Oh, well both certainly are lovely to him, butā and itās a close oneā but he must say he prefers giving you pleasure rather than receiving when it comes to this. As much as Desmond loves watching you, loves watching you watch him with those wide, teary eyes as you take him to the back of your throat, as much as he craves that slippery heat, the drag of your tongue and the way you so crave to serve him, there is one thing he canāt get over when it comes to him being on the giving end. Your voice, oh the sounds you make when heās pressed between your thighs. And perhaps too, thereās the trembling, and your expression, and the control he can exert over you while youāre so at his mercy. Well, alright, so thereās a few reasons he enjoys going down on you more than you on him.Ā
And he tends to be quite good at it, by the way. Heās had heaps of time to practice, you know. That and, well, getting you close to your climax as soon as possible is fun for him, before inevitably snatching it away from you. No, heās frustrating to have down there, but itās absolutely purposeful. Like was said above, he so leaves hearing your sounds.Ā
P) Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):
This ghoul has range.Ā
He likes to keep you guessing. Heāll start slow, only to break out fast and rough after youāre worn out and over-sensitive just to hear the way you whine. Other times things begin hot and heavy, using the wall, the floor, his desk, and the counter all as potential surfaces to take you against, but then, just as you begin to writhe and shake in his arms, heāll lay you down on his bed and slow his pace, leisurely fucking into you at a just not enough sort of speed until youāre begging for him to pick it up again.Ā
He has his fun with it for sure. But one thing is for certain, for a 200-something-year-old man, Desmond can have you out of breath and quaking quicker than most 20-year-old horndogs.Ā
Q) Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):
The only time the old man allows for quickies is when the two of you are out and about in the Wasteland. Then, he likes to keep things concise, and on the rougher side to be sure and get at least one of you off before itās through.Ā
For the most part though, when the two of you are in his room, he prefers long, drawn-out sessions that consist of moving around the apartment and carrying on for hours at a time.Ā
R) Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.):
Of course! How dull would a pre-war ghoulās life be if he didnāt? Desmond in particular, the ex-spy, master of espionage and large-scale political arrangements, criminal rings and scandalsā¦ if he doesnāt take risks, who would?Ā
No, he absolutely craves the danger of it all. If you two were to lean over a balcony rail while he takes you from behind, or in a semi-public place (though, he doesnāt much like to leave his room nowadaysā¦) where someone nearby could hear you, that would be sure to get him excited.
Heās also game to try more hardcore, risky kinks that others might shudder to consider. Things like gun and knife play are not off the table, nor are BDSM and more intense role-playing sessions.
What can he say? Desmond wants to keep things interesting. After 200+ years, itās not difficult for things to get a little stale, so mixing it up and keeping your hearts both pounding really does it for him.Ā Ā
S) Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?):
He tends to be a one and done kind of man; however, his one can be good and long. Sometimes lasting hours, even, if he paces himself right. Maybe itās cuz heās a ghoul, maybe because heās been around the block more than enough times, or because heās about as mature as a person can get without being dead, but sex tends to be a long ordeal with him.
Desmond does take a bit to getā¦ started, but once heās there, he tends to stay hard a long time. And even when heās done, odds are his drive hasnāt gone down all that much, and even if it has, seeing you come undone and writhe in overstimulation again and again and again is just too good for him to quit prematurely.Ā
T) Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
He certainly has his favorite items to use on his partners. He has the space and means to be able to keep them, and keep them clean and ready for use, unlike so many people in the wasteland. You can bet heās not going to let that go to waste.Ā
Desmondās favorites are many of those in the BDSM world. He likes props like crops, handcuffs, rope, gags (more so o-rings or bit gags, so he can still hear you clearly), and might even have something like a pillory or a sex swing stored somewhere for special occasions.Ā
He tends to like plugs as well, and vibrators if he can continue to find fresh batteries for them (he tends to use up a lot of the charge in just one sitting). These are fun when mixed with his different restraints for you, to keep you writhing and over-stimulated whenever he pleases (and he pleases quite often, I must say).Ā
As for himself, occasionally he might be open to being on the receiving end of some of these, particularly during roleplay scenarios, but itāll be few and far between. And while he'll let you assume control temporarily, best be aware that he will pay you back for the way you play with him him tenfold.
U) Unfair (how much they like to tease):
Teasing is involved with damn-near every aspect of your relationship, and during sex is the opposite of an exception.Ā
He will tease to warm you up, heāll tease in the heat of the moment, drawing things out and making you whine and groan in frustration, and heāll tease at the end to keep things going, even when youāre over-sensitive and have tears in your eyes.Ā
Itās the one thing heāll do in public, as well. For the most part, heās not huge on PDA. He doesnāt mind people knowing youāre together, as long as youāve been official for a while (a few months, at least. The ex-spy has a hard time revealing anything true about his identity after years of that being life-threatening), but thereās something so satisfying and exhilarating about getting you riled up in a public place, teasing you with his hands, whispering filth in your ear to make you squirm, just giving you a look thatāll make your face heat with thoughts of the night before, or the night to come. Itās one of his favorite pastimes when youāre out together.Ā
V) Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):
Well, he knows how his scratchy, accented voice drives you wild, so he tends to be quite the talker. Besides that though, he doesnāt make too much noise in terms of moans or heavy, labored breathing. No, only at his finish heāll become a little louder, maybe with a sigh, but usually just with a couple grunts that leave him without him giving them the license to.Ā
Often too, youāll find that he holds back on his speaking to listen to the sounds that you make, loving the groans and whines you let loose with each release he pulls from you, and with every ounce of pain and pleasure he instills in your body.Ā
W) Wildcard (a random headcannon for the character):
This is a bit unhinged, and odds are heād not even ever tell you about it, butā¦ Look, heās not actually into beastiality, but Desmond has absolutely fantasized about letting his dogs have a go at youā¦ No need to indulge that, and again, heād probably never bring it up, but itās something he canāt help but think about when getting himself off some days.
(Call me crazy, if you want, but oleā Desy really does give off those vibes with some of his dialogue š )
X) X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes):
Despite his age, and the fact that heās a ghoul, Desmond is quite the looker. Heās still got a fairly toned body, heās tall and lanky with a thin, athletic build and particularly large hands and feet, with long fingers. His hygiene is also better than most in the wasteland and he tends to keep himself very well-groomed.Ā
Down below, heās not tremendously thick, but he takes pride in the length of his manhood (which is a bit above average, at 7 inches exactly) and in its- ahem, distinguished look. Before his ghoulification, his cock wasā for lack of a better termā picturesque. Itās straight as a board, with a tidy-looking mushroom head and it once had a notable smoothness to it before his skin became more rough after his transformation. Now though, as heās grown used to its new ālook,ā he finds he can use his textured skin to his advantage in most cases, so heās not complaining.
Y) Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
He's an older guy , even as far as ghouls are concerned, but that doesn't necessarily mean he has no drive at all. He's been alone a good many years now, so Desmond is rather worked up, especially for a man his age. It's not that the ghoul is raring to go all hours of the day and night, but when he wants it, it's a need.
As mentioned in the Kinks section, Desmond prefers to have full access to his partner at all times so that, whenever the urge should strike him, you'll be there.
Z) Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
He reallyā¦ doesnātā¦Ā
Desmondās favorite post-sex activity is sitting nearby with a strong drink in hand, maybe a cigarette or cigar, just reveling in the post-coidal bliss while listening to your soft breaths pour out from where you lay beneath the sheets of his bed.Ā
He may go to sleep after a couple hours, but heās not one to cuddle up to his partner. So, odds are, youāll find him sleeping upright in his armchair nearby, or shoved to the opposite side of the bed from you. Still, if the ex-spy is sleeping near you at all, you should count yourself lucky. His trust issues donāt allow for that kind of closeness and vulnerability with just anyone.
Romanced! FO4 Companions and the Little Things They Do in Relationships
Alright, so this one wasn't really a request, but just a lil amalgamation of relationship headcannons that I compiled recently.
I'm definitely still getting back into the swing of things in terms of writing, so my output hasn't been fantastic lately, but hopefully this lil tidbit makes y'all smile š
I hope you enjoy!
Cait:
Gives her partner massages often. When thereās that rare bit of downtime, sheāll take the opportunity to help both her and her partner relax, and this is a great way to do it. She's exceptionally gifted at them, given her time spent in the ring and having to combat that bodily soreness herself. She also loves how they tend to end up leading to a lil something more with her partner (wink, wink).Ā
Curie:
This girl compliments you at every turn. Any little good thing that comes to mind, she's the first to say, and she does it often. Always the first to see the best in people, to see their potential, and you, of course, are no exception. Her compliments tend to be about your clothes, words, and actions rather than just flattering your physical appearance. Though, she definitely does that on occasion as well.Ā
Danse:
He always checks in with his partner a few times a day. Even if you're both working on projects separately, he likes to come over and ask how your day is going/how you're feeling. Even if you spend the whole day at each other's side, he takes a couple rest stops and asks how you're doing along the way. Maybe it stems from his time as a CO, always checking in with his team and getting/giving status updates, but itās one of the main ways he shows that he cares.Ā Ā
Deacon:
He notices a lot about his partner. The way your nails are torn and shortened means you're stressed, or when you bite your lip that certain way it means you're nervous, when youāve been particularly spacey, it means youāre dwelling on the past and probably not in the best headspace that day. Heās not great at bringing it up and chatting about it, but he adjusts his behavior and his humor to fit the mood youāre in, and when time and space allow, he does what he can to distract you from some of the more negative feelings that may be rising up.Ā Ā
Hancock:
He always needs a hand on his partner, or just to be touching them somehow. It's not that he's really trying to be possessive, per-say, he just can't get enough of you. Always is holding your hand, or throwing an arm over your shoulders, or pulling you practically into his lap with a giddy smile on his face. When youāre not actively in his lap, heās happy to settle for leaning his head on your shoulder, or brushing your thigh with his own, or even just holding pinkies.Ā Ā
MacCready:
He's a great gift giver. Definitely the partner that often finds little things that remind him of you, and he tends to gift them to you with a blushy explanation of how you come to mind with so much of what he sees. Heās also quite crafty, and enjoys giving homemade gifts as well. Definitely the one to suggest homemade presents for anniversaries and birthdays and such.Ā Ā
Nick:
Always kisses you before he leaves, and it's the first thing he does when he returns to you. Real old-fashioned, but it's a trend that he'd never give up, cuz it means all the more when it's with you. The memories of it with the old Nick just don't hold up the same way.Ā
Piper:
The partner to leave little notes all over the place to let you know she was thinking of you. In the bathroom, on the kitchen counter, over your pillow, anywhere really is fair game. They just contain little compliments and inspirational quotes or reminders of memories with you. Whatever good thing she thinks of you, she just writes it down and leaves it for you to find and reminisce upon yourself.Ā
Preston:
He always brings you flowers (or another, equally thoughtful, gift) whenever he returns home. Usually he tries to find your favorites in terms of blooms, but he just loves the extra color in the house and the way you light up when you see them (he doesnāt really realize that the true reason youāre lighting up is because heās coming home to you).Ā Ā
X6-88:
He remembers all of the little details about you that anyone else would usually ignore or forget. Favorite color and food, your allergies, your favorite number, favorite song and the artist it's by. All of it is duly noted by the courser, and put into consideration when he's gifting you something, when you two go to eat, or when the radio is playing. He may not be too long-winded in speech, but heās a tremendous listener and observer.Ā
Iāve been following you for sometime now and I just realized that youāre profile picture is dogmeat holding that little cone face and not a Peace of pizza
Yeah š it definitely looks a bit like pizza, lol.
The early early folks who were around when I started this blog might remember that I kept that little default tumblr cone guy as my icon for waaaaaaay too long, and since I didn't have the digital art skills to fix my problem and since I got attached to that little cone guy a lovely, talented follower made me the Dogmeat with the cone in his mouth! And the rest is historyš
hi, do you have an ao3? i could have sworn i read your vulpes x courier oneshot there and bookmarked it but i can no longer find it there
Hey there!
I do indeed have an AO3 account (of the same name as well, but here's a link to my works there).
And here's a link to the work (I think) you are looking for!
(Just a heads up, that link is to an NSFW work!)
My AO3 is just the works I post here on tumblr, but over on AO3 to reach the audience there, and back up my works in another place so I don't lose them, but if you're interested at all, feel free to check out the link above š
Hopefully this helped! And thank you for reading! <3
(Original ask): Hello š I absolutely adore everything you do for the characters you write for! You get the interactions and such perfect every time I read something new š I have a personal headcanon, not full blown request if you don't want it to be, question for you. If you could romance the companions in New Vegas like in 4, what would some of their lovers embrace quotes be? I love how you think and can't wait to hear what ideas you have for any of the characters ā¤ have a good day
So I didn't actually get any requests for these specific characters that I can remember, but I had this in my WIPs folder, and had a good time looking back on them, so here they are!
As always, if you would like me to add any characters to this, please let me know, and I'll be happy to š
Also, here's a link to my first Lover's Embrace Quotes post with the FO3 and FNV Companions.
Just a heads up, too, a bit of nsfw below the cut (nothing explicit, but definitely some implicit stuffs).
Fallout 4:
Codsworth:Ā
āPrepared to face the day, sir/madam?ā
āOh my, now that was exciting!āĀ
āYour hair, sir/miss. Allow me to fix it for you?āĀ
āGood morning, sir/madam!āĀ
āMy, you are truly amazing, my sweet.āĀ
Deacon:
āWhoa, when did you get here?āĀ
āUp for one more round? No?... Yes?ā
āJust another minute. Then we can kick some ass or whatever.ā
āGooood morning! And it is a beautiful day out in the Commonwealth, the weather is looking mighty fine in thisā Oh, youāre up? Okay, just making sure.āĀ
āUp and at āem, right boss?āĀ
āWow. That was fun.āĀ
Maxson:
āSleep well?āĀ
āIāll take that over morning drills any day. No, I donāt need you to tell Kells that.āĀ
āHeadās still swimmingā¦āĀ
āDonāt make me get up, not yet.āĀ
āDamnā¦ Incredible.āĀ
Nick:
āCanāt take my eyes off youā¦.āĀ
āAināt I the luckiest synth there is?āĀ
āSayā¦ whereād my cuffs get off to, doll? May need āem for later.āĀ
"Well, that's one way to get the coolant pumping." (I know this is already a line of his, but I mean come on. It's too good not to use)
āWhat do you say, about ready to go?āĀ
āThat sure was somethinā, sweetheart.ā
Sturges:
āMorninā gorgeous/handsome.āĀ
āAināt nothinā better than wakinā up like that.āĀ
āYou really are incredible, you know that?āĀ
āWhat a perfect way to start my dayā¦ wakinā up next to you.ā
ā*whistles* That was somethin,ā baby.ā
X6-88:
āGood morning, maāam/sir.āĀ
āAwake quite yet?āĀ
āDamn.āĀ
āSleep well, maāam/sir?ā
āIā¦ Didnāt know I could feel like thatā¦āĀ
Fallout 3:
Mr. Burke:Ā
āI suppose there are worse ways to wake up.āĀ
āCare for some coffee?āĀ
āJust a moment more, sweet one.āĀ
āAhh, you vixen/scoundrel.ā
āJust turn over. It canāt be time yet.āĀ
Harkness:Ā
āStarting our day off right, I see.ā
āIt canāt really be time to get up, can it?āĀ
āMm, good morningā¦ā
āWhatāre youā¦ Oh? Well, a few more minutes, then.āĀ
āBabe, have you seen my handcuffs?ā
Sarah Lyons:Ā
āUp and at āem. Come on.āĀ
āOh, good, youāre finally up.āĀ
āThe others better not have heard us.āĀ
āQuit your groaning, itās not that early.āĀ
āBest to have a shower after all that.āĀ
Fallout New Vegas:
Benny:Ā
āRing-a-ding, baby. Time to rise.āĀ
āEasy there, squeeze. Save some for tonight.āĀ
āCanāt be time yet. Stay here awhile, lemme hold ya.āĀ
āGeeze baby, you wear me out.āĀ
ā24-karate, pussy cat. Just platinum...āĀ
Colonel Hsu:Ā Ā
"Right, then... Up we get."
āWellā¦ that was an excellent performance. Top marks from me, private.ā
āRise and shine, love.āĀ
āNow that was worth waking for at this hour.āĀ
āWish we had a few more momentsā¦ā
Joshua Graham:
āJustā¦ divine.āĀ
āCare to pray with me this morning?āĀ
āWake up, dear one.āĀ
āPraise be to Him who lights the skyā¦āĀ
āAhhā¦ still, your love heals me.āĀ
Ulysses:Ā
"Be slow, beloved. We can take our time."
āAnother sunriseā¦ā
āTime to wake.āĀ
āSoā¦ It wasnāt a dream. Hm.āĀ
*huffing* āNeed another rest after that.āĀ
Victor:Ā
āShoo, didnāt know you had that in ya.āĀ
āWhere to today, pardner?ā
āYou look like I dug ya outta that grave again, hehe. Only teasinā.ā
āWell, how-dy.āĀ
āMornin,ā pardner. Howād you sleep?āĀ
Vulpes:
āAwake at last? Good.āĀ
āMm. Expect the same from me tonight, courier.āĀ
āAve, amica mea.āĀ
āAh, to hear my name sound from your lipsā¦ A fine sound this morning.āĀ
āExpergiscimini. The sun has risen.āĀ
Yes Man:Ā
āWow, Six, that was the best way to start the day!ā
āI sure am glad to have you by my side.āĀ
āRise and shine!āĀ
āWhat a great morning it is!ā
āBoy, that sure was fun! Ready to make a difference today?āĀ
fallout 3 and fallout new vegas companions trying to flirt with lone/six for the first time?
FO3 Crushing! Companions Try to Flirt with Lone for the First Time
I. Absolutely. Love. This. The mental images that this prompt inspired were just lovely šš
Sorry this took like... literal years to get out š I hope you like it!
Fallout New Vegas is on the way as well, so look out for that... eventually :)
Butch:
Heād flirted with them beforeā¦ only, even he hadnāt really known that thatās what it was. His mom often said he liked them, and other adults commented similarly when Lone and him were kids, but heād always made disgusted faces, retching noises or flipped the people off that tried to tell him he liked Lone. Of all people, Lone?! No, not Butch. He bullied them, he disliked them, if anything.Ā
At least, then, thatās what he believed. Now though, Butch knew the truth, and he couldnāt believe how stupid heād been all along. He plans to make up for lost time, to correct those little errors of his from the past. Butch has a short lifetime of flirting under his belt, and he means to put all that experience to good use.Ā
Just need to find the right time. Canāt do it out of the blue, not with Lone, canāt risk something like that. Has to be all romantic anā shitā¦
ā
āSee anything you like?ā Butch wiggled his eyebrows as Loneās blurry form swam into focus. āYouāreā¦ awfully close to me, baby.āĀ
āButch?ā They mumbled, and he noticed that their eyes were closed. Heād thought theyād been staring at him, but their eyes were closed.
Just my luckā¦
āButch, youāre awake?ā Lone nearly jumped out of their seat as their blinking eyes widened in shock. āHow do you feel?āĀ
āI feel great, baby. Howāre you?āĀ
Their brows furrowed quickly, confusion warping their concerned features.Ā
āYou were hurt, Butch. A car, some raidersā¦ It exploded and you passed out, lost some blood, youā¦ I wasnāt sure when you were going to wake up. The doctor said you might not.āĀ
Butchās foggy mind began to clear, a headache began to form at the front of his skull, and the aches in his body became more and more pronounced with each word that left his companion's mouth.Ā
ā¦I what?Ā
āLone, only blood I loss was because you pierced my heart.āĀ
That one sounded good, right? That one should really drop the hint to āem.Ā
Butch grinned at the thought.Ā
āOh, Butchā¦ā They reached out a hand, tentatively reaching for his forehead and brushing away a few strands of hair. āYouāre still coming out of it, huh? Just rest, okay?ā
A new determination burned through his aching joints, his battered body. At the feel of Loneās tender touch, at the realization of their obliviousness to his, frankly obvious, feelings, Butch tried again.Ā
āCanāt rest. Not now baby. Not ātill youāre mine. Not ātill you see itā¦ See the way I feel.ā
He tried to get up, to emphasize his point, but his arms could hardly move. The blanket that was stretched over his half-bare body felt like sandpaper over his burned and blistered flesh, and his muscles roared in painful protest at every movement.Ā
A groan left him at the sudden pain of it.Ā
āButch, no, easy.ā Loneās hands gently encouraged him to stay down, and their eyes shone with sympathy that made his chest ache from more than his wounds. āYou must be half delirious to be saying all this, butā¦ donāt try to get up, okay? Just try and rest.āĀ
He wanted to listen to them, wanted to do what his partner asked, wanted to please them that way, but he needed Lone to know.Ā
Itās been too long. Maybe this deliriousness is what I needed.Ā
Shoulda tried this earlier.
āLone, no. You gotta understand-ā
āButch, shh.ā They laid a finger over his lips as their other hand stroked over his shoulder. āThereās time. You can tell me everything soon. I want to hear it, okay? Trust me, I do. But now, pleaseā¦ just rest for me. Work on healing, just for a little while. Then you can tell me how you feel.ā
Butchās eyes closed without his permission, their sweet words lulling him back to blissful unconsciousness as their hand continued itās soothing stroking over a bit of unmarred skin on his arm.Ā Ā Ā
āAnd then,ā He heard, just as he felt sleep wrapping him in its embrace, āThen I can tell you how I feel, too.āĀ
The last thing he could recall was a simple touch. In reality, it was faint, but to Butch, their lips upon his forehead felt like a heavy crash, an avalanche of weight poured over him that left nothing in its wake but the possibilities. For his future, and for theirs.Ā
Charon:
āWait.ā A large, calloused hand grasped at Loneās shoulder as they made a move to step out from behind the pillar. āIāll go first.ā Charonās rough voice sounded close to their ear as his hand stayed firmly on them, encouraging their form to move back behind cover once more.
āWhy? Did you hear something?ā
Charon paused at his companionās inquiry. Did they think it was odd that he took precautions? That was his job, wasnāt it? It was in his contract...
But we both know I donāt always follow every little rule the paper alludes to in the finer print.
The ghoul cleared his throat, retracting his hand from Loneās shoulder as he moved to step in front of them, pointedly avoiding their gaze as he thought through what he should say.
Charon didnāt ever recall being so concerned for his employerās safety before. In fact, it was more likely he would do the bare minimum that was required to keep them from being blown to bits or falling off a cliff than it was for him to go out of his way to ensure their safety of his own accord. He had to follow orders, had to step in harmās way, should it suddenly become clear to him that they would be injured or killed if he didnāt do so, andā¦ That was it. The contract never mentioned the careful thought process he now went through each time the pair entered into a potentially dangerous situation. Nowhere in the paper did it say that his heart would need to flutter with anxiety when his companion was in danger, or that his body should flush with the heat of anger when a bullet did happen to graze them. The contract never told him to remain up all through the night, poised and ready for an unexpected attack, or lie awake in Loneās dim room, his mind fraught with worry for the next day.
Yet, here he was. Doing all of that. When the hell had all this happened?
Charon tried to convince himself that it was only due to Loneās kindness, to their low-maintenance in comparison to the likes of his previous employers. He tried to tell himself that the only reason he didnāt want them dead was because then heād be saddled with some other asshole he had to answer to, but Charon knew deep down that that was bullshit. Even when his employers had been bearable, heād never felt this strongly for them.
A moment of silence passed before Charon finally fixed his companion with his intense, icy gaze.
āNo.ā He said simply, āI didnāt hear anything.ā
Their eyebrows scrunched together and Charon saw the question forming in their mind. Before they could even voice it, he replied.
āI just want to keep you safe.ā
Clover:
āSugar, you know I mean it when I tell you you look good, right?ā
Clover always flirted, it was more of a personality trait than a conscious action at this point. It was just the way she was, the way she had been told to be, made to be for so many years that it just became a part of her. Now was different though, she always flirted without realizing it, but nowā¦ Well, she actively wanted to, and of course, of course Lone would be impervious to it. Did they really not notice? They almost seemed to ignore her little compliments, her teasing words and forward touches, and Clover does not like being ignored under any circumstance.
Finally, one day, she'd been driven to confront her companion about it.
āWhatās your problem, huh? Whatāve you got against me?ā Clover finally burst out after the umpteenth time sheād said something sickly sweet that theyād just completely brushed off like a dead leaf on their jacket.
Look, sheād tried being subtle, sheād tried being low-key as much as the ex-slave could be, then sheād gotten more aggressive with her verbal affections, sheād gotten more direct with her lingering touches and her suggestive comments, but Sole seemed to just laugh off all of it, or worse, theyād pretend as if she didnāt do anything at all.
Clover was over it.
āIs it the way I look, huh?" She held her arms out wide, and Lone shrank back in response. "Is it cuz of my past, then? What, I been with too many folks for you to handle? What?ā
āClove,ā Lone looked down at the floor inā¦ what, embarrassment? Shame? It was hard to tell. āI didnāt realizeāāĀ
āNo, you look at me, sweetheart. Look me in the eye as you tell me what I donāt wanna hear.āĀ
āI didnāt want to take advantage of you, is allā Their gaze was sympathetic as it met her sizzling expression.Ā
āWhat?āĀ
āItās like you said, about your pastā¦ I wasnāt sure if you, well, how you felt about me at all. Not when, your whole life, youāve been forced to try and attract everyone around you, to be suggestive and touchy and I didnāt just want to be another asshole that only sees you as a piece of meat.āĀ
They wrung their hands with their confession, but their eyes stayed locked to hers, just like she'd asked.Ā
āBecause I donāt. Iā¦ I like you, Clove.ā
āYouā¦ Honest? You really do?ā She took a step closer, her expression vastly changed from the flared nostrils and low brows sheād had before. Elation hung behind a thin curtain of disbelief.Ā
āWell, yeah. I justā¦ Didnāt want you to think thatās why I bought yourā well, you."
The word sounded so hollow, and Clover felt it like a pang in her chest. It wasn't often that she let her past hurt her this way. That wasn't a trend she could afford to start, but seeing the way it pained Lone to speak about...
"You donāt owe me anything." They continued somberly, "Itās as I said before, youāre free to go, if thatās what you wantāā
āItās not, sugar.ā Clover shook her head as a poorly contained smile tugged at her full lips, as her hands went to either side of Lone's face, her thumbs brushing over their cheeks. āAs Iāve been tryinā to tell ya all this timeā¦ I want you.āĀ
She couldn't help all the flirting she did, both before, and after their conversation. Her past also made it hard for her to know which feelings of hers were truly real, as opposed to ones put in place in order to defend herself. Clover's still working all of that out, but just knowing... Understanding Lone's point of view, and hearing the genuine words leave them... It made the process of falling for someone easier than it's ever been before.
Cross:
āA very good shot. You must have exemplary eyesight, maāam/sir.ā
The action of flirting never came naturally to the Paladin. Obviously it wasn't high on her priority list when it came to skills she sought to perfect. If it were, her proficiency in other areas, with focuses on survival and combat prowess, surely would've suffered. But at this rate, she wished she could've had at least some form of training in the subtle art of wooing someone. Not just any someone, but Lone. Her companion, her friend, someone not in the Brotherhood, someone who wouldn't cause her to break decorum if she were to be with them.
It was a strange sensation, knowing that she had feelings for Lone. She was rarely certain about these things, and she almost never caught feelings for anyone. Maintaining distance from those around you, remaining indifferent to people you spend inordinate amounts of time with, it's a burden every soldier had to bear if they hope to defend their hearts and minds from the brutality of sudden and bitter loss. And yet, here she was, catching feelings for a civilian.
Perfect.
Cross tried to ignore it for ages, but it only seemed to become more obvious the more she attempted to conceal it. She would stumble over her words, blush more, become embarrassed about certain uncivilized things soldiers shouldn't think twice about. Why did she have such a hard time asking Lone to halt when she has toā¦ relieve herself? She's a damn Star Paladin for Christ's sake, taking a ten-one shouldn't effect her in such a way.
In the end, she would find herself utterly unable to keep from at least complimenting her companion on their combat skills, their abilities as a diplomat that she so admired, their compassion towards others, and even their athletic physique. Is it really flirting? Hopefully Lone thinks so, because this as much as the Paladin can seem to muster in the ways of wooing.
Fawkes:
āYou are a good companion, and an even better friend. I am beyond fortunate to have you in my life, and if ever there is anything you need, I will be here.ā
Fawkes isn't quite sure what all of these feelings mean. The way his stomach tingles, a smile involuntarily crinkles his eyes, how he feels so warm inside when he looks at his companion. Is it friendship? Friendship is strong, and he felt strongly towards Lone, that, he knew.
When it comes down to it, Fawkes has no idea what he's doing as he relentlessly compliments this incredible person beside him. He's simply honest with his companion. Fawkes thinks they're the bravest person he's met, they have a good sense of humor, a kind heart, and they gave him a chance when no one else would even think to. He's proud to call Lone his friend, and he doesn't hesitate to let everyone know.
The day he finds out that it's more than friendship that he feels for his companion, Fawkes becomes, well... quite shy. Though, he'd never want to waver in his compliments, as he believes in being genuine and would never feel embarrassed about telling Lone the truth, he'd be more careful with his word choice, and the comments would be less frequent. As he continues his assault of kind words, praise, and appreciation for his companion; he would be planning his confession to them. Lone deserved to know the way he felt, even if they didn't feel the same. He just had to tell them, because, if they did feel the same? It would change his whole world for the better.
Jericho:
"Fuck, kid. You're crazier than I am, heh."
No form of praise is light praise, when it comes to Jericho. The ex-raider has a sorta allergy to compliments, especially the genuine kind, but Lone, he likes.
So what if he tells 'em that they're nuts enough to run with him? He can eye them up when they make a great shot, or tell them they're a badass when they make some shit explode, check out their ass in those tight road leathers they like to wear. That doesn't mean nothing.
He's too old for any of that shit, anyway. No, Jericho outgrew the ability to have feelings for anyone when he was about 10 years old. An' his conquests back in his raider days had left him full enough for two lifetimes in terms of companionship.
Nah, Lone was just... They were alright. The first 'alright' vault dweller he's ever met, and the first person in ages that didn't make him wanna set off that bomb in Megaton's center and give them all a little peace.
It wasn't 'till his actions started reflecting those little glimpses of... whatever the fuck was going on with Lone, that he even realized he was acting out of character.
Sure, sharing ammunition and helping 'em scavenge enough scraps to fix up their armor, sewing up a wound while they gritted their teeth, and swapping food stores wasn't anything groundbreaking, but... Well, he's never done any of that shit with past traveling companions. Hell, he more so wished his past companionsā armor would fail so he could loot their corpse when they dropped, that they wouldn't notice the ammo he swiped from their pack at night, that their wound would fester and he could have a few more caps in his pocket when they didn't wake up from fevered sleep.
With Lone though... it went even further. Giving them first dibs on loot, offering to carry more of their shit, so they could have a lighter load, sharing a fucking cigarette with 'em. That shit was strange.
Cigs are like straight fucking gold to the ex-raider, and yet...
Shit...
Look, they wanna run with an old raider like him, Lone has gotta be the one to say it, to admit any feelings. But those actions of his? That's as loud as Jericho gets with the vulnerable shit, everything else is in their hands.
I am! And I DID NOT mean to be gone for as long as I was š
So thank you all for your patience, and to those of you that are new, welcome!
For now, I'm not going to be opening up requests quite yet, but that is my eventual goal š At the moment, I'll just be finishing up some incomplete series and working on a few previously requested sequels and add-ons to past prompts. If y'all have questions or want to chat, my ask box will remain open though!
It may take a little bit to get back in the swing of things, but y'all should definitely be seeing more of me from now on! ā¤ļø
if ur still taking requests, could you do r!companions reacting to when sole introduces them (maybe to like a settler or something) as their husband/wife for the first time :0?
Romanced! FO4 Companions React to Sole Referring to Them as Husband/Wife for the First Time
This is so precious! It makes me wonder what weddings in the wasteland are like š¤
Anyways, let me know if you wanna see anyone else for this! :)
(also, sorry for being gone for a thousand years, love you guys for sticking around <3)
I hope you love it!Ā
Cait:
Not much had changed after they'd said their vows.
It was a strange practice in this sort of reality, anyhow. Who in their right mind would be off fiddling with the thought of marriage when most folks were struggling on scraped hands and knees just to get by?
Sole, apparently.
Wouldn't be the first time they'd concerned themselves with something so unimportant and hairbrained in their new reality. Damn pre-war mentality.
But she'd humored them. They didn't do a whole ceremony, didn't have a priest or a cake, or even a dress. No, it was just each other and a few words, a couple of promises that she would never admit had... well, had choked her up, somewhat.
Sole's always been too sentimental for they're own good. And for my own good too, apparently.
Like she'd thought before the 'ceremony,' though, nothin' was all that different after the fact. Traveling together, watching each other's backs, sleepin' at Sole's place on the same shoddy mattress...
She didn't mind that, though. Nothinā had to change for Cait to know that she was truly happy for the first time that she could remember.
What had shaken her, though, was when they'd met a couple settlers that had recently moved to Sanctuary when they stopped by for a visit. That, too, had been normal. At first.
Preston gave them his usual too-long to-do list, Codsworth told them he'd been keeping the hubflowers in the front yard nice and tidy, Sturges showed off the new paint-job on the power armor Sole had gifted him a while back. When they ran into those new folks, though, when that word 'wife' left her lover's lips, Cait had physically reeled back like she was dodging a blow.
Sole's look after the interaction was full of concern, of uncertainty. It made Cait's chest ache.
"Jus' unused to it, is all." She'd told them as reassuringly as she could manage, her fingers moving over Sole's shoulders to lace together at the base of their neck. "It'll come with time, love."
"Good," They said, their huff of relief only slightly exaggerated. "But if it doesn't, I'm warning you now, I might just have to marry you again."
Cait chuckled at that.
"And next time, I'm not letting you forgo the ceremony."
"No!" Cait groaned playfully.
"Nor the guests, or the dress, and those sappy vows will be read for everyone to hear--"
"Enough, you little shite. Go on, then. Call me wife at the end of ev'ry sentence, jus' don't make me go through all that."
Sole giggled in return, their own hands finding purchase at Cait's hips and pulling her close.
"Though..." The redhead continued, with a mischievous glint in her bright eyes. "I, myself, wouldn't mind a second honeymoon."
Curie:
"Aw, mon cheri! Let me try, let me do it, too!"
Sole's grin was contagious as they motioned for their adorable wife to continue with herā¦ well, unnecessary, (but Sole would never tell her that) introduction.
The Diamond city bar-goer nodded politely to them, giving Sole an amused look that wasn't caught by the over-excited synth.
"Congratulations, you two look very happy."
Curie squeezed her hand all the tighter around Sole's, and she looked simply fit to burst with joy at the strangerās words.
"We are. 'Appier zhan I could've dreamed." Her eyes sparkled as she looked fondly to her Sole, āWe are so lucky to āave found each other.āĀ
āItās trueā¦ā Sole echoed, the bargoer all but vanishing from the coupleās attention as they became lost in each other again.Ā
āMaybe I should just leave you two be, for now. Seems like youāre still in that honeymoon phase, to me.āĀ
āThat's, ahā¦ā Soleās words dissolved into a chuckle, as Curie turned away with a blush. āThatās also probably true. It was lovely meeting you, though!āĀ
Their new acquaintance waved a hand as he headed towards the bar once more, shaking his head with a grin as he noticed the way the pair went right back to existing in their own, sweet world. It was refreshing, he thought, to see two people so happy, so in love, in a world like this one.Ā
Danse:
Heād tried to introduce himself, at the start, to these friends of Soleās, butā¦ Heād slipped up, as he often does.Ā
Danse. My name is Danse. Nothing precedes that, Iāmā¦ not a Paladin anymore.Ā
Heād never been without a title before, not since he joined the Brotherhood all those years ago, and his name still felt so naked without it, like it was missing something so integral. As usual, however, Sole had saved him. Theyād noticed, even before he did, that he was about to err, and thankfully cut him off beforehand, but thenā¦Ā
Heād almost forgotten. He didnāt know how he could forget. The day he and Sole vowed to spend the remainder of their lives together had been one of the best of his life, but their past weeks were filled with the rest of the days upon that listā¦ They hadnāt been away from each otherās sides, hadnāt really met anyone new, so it was almost uncanny when he heard the wordā the title leave their lips.Ā
Iāve never been without a titleā¦
Unwittingly, Danse found himself puffing up at the sound of it, much like he had when he was first called āPaladinā. He grinned and stood straight and proud, nodding decisively at the sound of the word husband leaving his partnerās lips. His spouseās lips.Ā
Danse had never planned for an outcome like this, never thought it would be possible to dedicate the time, energy, emotional attention and knowhow he needed to be involved in a lifelong, committed relationship, but then again, Sole had made many things possible that heād never known would be in store for him. He couldnāt imagine his life any other way now, even with the severe deviation from his original plan for himself, and though, at first, he felt like the entire situation was drastically more than unideal, he didnāt know how he ever managed to consider himself truly happy without Sole by his side. They filled the immense chasm of hurt that was drilled through him the day he lost his identity, the day he was no longer a part of the cause that heād dedicated his everything to, but if they were to be taken from him? Gone from his life for one reason or another? He knew not even the Brotherhood could fill the crippling hole they would leave in their wake.
This new title, the new responsibility to be there for his counterpart, through thick and thin, sickness, health, all that the wasteland would throw at them, and everything in between, as far as Danse was concerned, it was the most worthwhile endeavor heād ever taken on, and he knew he would do everything in his power to never let them down. No matter what it took, heād strive to be worthy of that title bestowed upon him by the one he loves and respects more than any other.
Deacon:
Deacon didnāt think heād ever be back here againā¦ Not that he wasnāt absolutely thrilled to be Soleās partner, their spouse, butā¦ did he really deserve that title? He sure as hell didnāt the first time, and now, though heās definitely less of a bigot, he still canāt wrap his head around the idea of Sole being happy with him, wanting him. As their husband.Ā
Shitā¦Ā
Heād have to say something at some point, have to respond, have to smile and nod and shake hands and allow himself to be introduced like this...
Yikes.Ā
It was a familiar feeling, but in a horrible, anxiety-inducing sort of way. He didnāt want anything more than he wanted to be Soleās husband, heād been the one to propose after all, but introducing him like this? Was that safe? Was it necessary?Ā
The spy bit his lip, his body visibly stiffening up at the words leaving Soleās lips, but the worst part? The worst part was that jump in his gut at the sound of it. At first he thought it was the discomfort, with a healthy sprinkling of fear and just a pinch of panic, but it wasnāt the cold shock that those emotions tended to elicit, no, this was sort ofā¦ warm? An excited sort of anxiousness, an enthusiastic leap within himself, not the uncomfortable churn heād been expecting.Ā
Maybe I can be used to this again. Like the first time.
Despite himself, despite the momentary thousand-yard stare accompanied by a half-open mouth, Deacon recovered rather rapidly, and even found himself smiling. His eyes crinkled up beneath his iconic shades and he turned to look over to his love, his spouse, and his teeth broke through the threshold of his lips into a broad grin.Ā
āWhew, could get used to that.ā He whispered with a wink and Sole had to bite their lips to keep from smiling too big.Ā
Goddamn, I donāt deserve them.
āWell, you heard the boss. Soleās husband. Yeahā¦ Pleased to meet and shake.āĀ
But shitā¦ I really could get used to this again. That much is true.Ā
Hancock:
āFuck, sunshine, say it again for me, will ya?āĀ
Hancock immediately turned to face them at the sound of it, their hand in his proving not to be nearly enough contact to sate his need for his new spouse. He separated their fingers as that glorious title of his left their lips once more, as their mischievous eyes met his, opting to instead wrap both of his wiry arms around them, pulling his partner close while completely disregarding the traveling merchant in front of them. Theyād get back to their purchase in a moment, but firstā¦ Hancock leaned forward, pressing his lips to his partnerās with a fervor that rivaled that of their kiss upon the altar.Ā
How can anyone expect me to hold back when theyāre lookinā at me like that? When they call me their āhusband.āĀ
The ghoul felt himself shudder, a grin spreading from his lips, infecting theirs in turn as he finally managed to pull away.Ā
āMmm, yeah, damn straight.āĀ
Who wouldāve ever thought?Ā
The esteemed bachelor, infamous junkie, proclaimer of every kinda freedom, and the Mayor of the city of sin and mirthā¦ Married. And he couldnāt be more proud of it, more overjoyed at the prospect of spending his life with the one he loves, dedicating himself to one person. Sure, he never thought heād see the day. But that didnāt change a damn thing.Ā
āYeah, Soleās husband speaking here. Pleased to make your acquaintance.ā
MacCready:
Maybe he should feel guilty, maybe the sound should make him sad, should douse him in memories of his past, in a future that heād hoped for, but never came to be. A future with another person, another possibility for his lifeā¦ But when Sole called him their husband for the first time, in front of all these people at the bar, still dressed in their glorious, dare he say sexy, wedding clothesā¦ God, the ex-merc couldnāt quit grinning.Ā
It feltā¦ strange, sure, to be called husband again, but damn, it felt good, too. It was a reminder that he still could be happy, it was proof that there are second chances, even in a world as cruel as this one. Even for both of them, who came from broken homes, from pasts filled with loss and hardship, from such different upbringings, there was still hope.Ā
And so, he smiled. And he let himself smile.Ā
Heād dealt with the guilt already, since the moment he felt affection for his partner rising to the surface. From that first awkward kiss, their strangely sad first time together, to his first terrifying declaration of his love, heād felt that guilt simmering under the surface, waiting to boil over and burn him from the inside out, make him hurt all over again, make moving on impossible, butā¦ Even though it had always been there, itās grownā¦ weaker. Soleās reciprocation, their affirmation, their shared feelings of wrongfulness that linger behind every touch, every feeling of fondness, of loveā¦ The two of them were two sides of the same damn coin, broken pieces that, by some miracle, could fit together to make each other whole.Ā
That, and he knew what Lucy and Nate/Nora would want. Their late spouses loved them both, and they would want them both to be happy now, not wallow away their days alone in grief and guilt.Ā
And now, MacCready could smile. And damn, did he do so. It was embarrassingly toothy, it scrunched his eyes and brought tears to them. Heād cried when he saw them at the wedding, and his eyes have hardly been dry since the ceremony earlier that day, and even as the pair collected their drinks from the bar top, he couldnāt keep his eyes off his partner. His spouse.Ā
It was strange to feel like this again, to be back in this situation, back to this point in life, just with another person, but if it was with Sole, MacCready could truly be happy again, if it was with themā¦ he didnāt want to be anywhere else.
Nick:
It was so difficult to look away, to stop the smile from spreading too far across his synthetic lips, to pull his hand away from Soleās in order to greet this stranger, to act as though it were normal for them to refer to him in that way. It shouldnāt be strange, with how long theyāve been together, how long theyāve been itching to use those titles for one another, but it still sent a shock through him. The warmness spread through his chest in such a way he didnāt know was even possible. Nothing could have ruined the moment that that word left his incredible partnerās lips, not even the way the strangerās eyes were widened, their mouth drawn to a thin line in surprise and just a hint of revulsion. Nick couldnāt care less.Ā
Keeping his good hand firmly clasped with Soleās, he extended his skeletal one out for them to consider, finally forcing himself to look away from Soleās sweet, glowing expression to meet the otherās judgemental gaze. If heād cared even in the slightest, he mightāve snorted and made some remark, but this didnāt matter at all. The approval of some schmuck in the wilds of the Commonwealth wasnāt even remotely something Nick desired, and there was no way in hell heād let something like this ruin even a fraction of his elation at finally becoming Soleās husband.Ā
āGood to meet ya.ā He said with an insultingly broad grin as their eyes locked to his metal hand, their own making no move to embrace his in the customary greeting.
āUsually itās polite," Nick began, with just a hint of salt, "When someone extends a hand, to shake it.ā
That seemed to pull the stranger from their thoughts, and tentatively, they reached out and gave a small shake before quickly pulling away.Ā
āThere we go, thatās it.ā Nick let his skeletal hand fall back to his side and felt Sole give his other a tight squeeze in comfort. āAnd just in case you didnāt catch it, itās Nick. Valentine. Detective extraordinaire, and Soleās husband.āĀ
A sweet sound met his ears as Sole chuckled beside him, their grin scrunching their eyes as they gave their husband that look, the one that said it all, the one heād never grow tired of seeing. The amusement at his words, and that genuine affection for him behind it all, god, itās what Nick lived for.
Piper:
āAw, Blue! It sounds so good when you say it!ā The reporterās eyes lit up as Sole introduced her to the bartender, and her hand squeezed their arm all the tighter. Sheās been waiting, what seems like forever, to hear those words leave her partnerās lips. Now, it was even better than sheād imagined. She gazed lovingly in Soleās direction, as they patiently waited for her to turn her attention to the man across the counter.
āRight! Hi, yes, yeah. Iām their wife. Nice to meet you.ā She grinned at the man as a look of good-humored exasperation passed over his features. At his responseās lack of enthusiasm, Piper leaned forward, nearly separating her arm from Soleās, and brought her free hand to the side of her mouth, whispering to him nearly loud enough for the entire room to hear.
āWe just got married.ā
āI couldnāt have guessed.ā He said, deadpan, with the slightest indication of a grin crinkling his eyes.Ā
āHereās your key, you two. Enjoy.āĀ
Sole thanked the man as Piper enthusiastically hauled them towards the stairs up to their rented room. They followed along behind the giggling reporter, their grin rivaling her own as the pair stumbled up the wooden steps excitedly. With Piper, it certainly was bound to be an eventful honeymoon. But Sole already knew that when they married her, and who were they kidding? They wouldn't have it any other way.
Preston:
Preston just cannot quit staring. He hardly even hears what the other minutemen are saying to him and his new spouse, still their General and Lieutenant. It was rather uncharacteristic of him to be paying so little attention, but how can he help it? It was their wedding day, and Sole looked more incredible than heād ever seen them, which was saying a whole hell of a lot for his near-perfect partner; not to mention the way theyād practically ordered him to refrain from thinking of work for the whole day.Ā
Heād thought it would be harder to do so, his overzealous work ethic being the brunt of many a joke amongst the other minutemen and Soleās many friends, and yetā¦ Today, Preston finds it much easier than ever before to focus on nothing but them.Ā
Sole. In all their perfect glory, standing by his side, fingers locked between his, a persistent and glorious grin spread across their lips as they greeted the many guests that attended the ceremony.Ā
As an unfamiliar couple approached the pair, Preston still remained utterly entranced by his love, their polite voice, the way the soft glow of the slowly setting sun highlighted every perfect feature, the feel of their hand in his, their shoulder pressing comfortingly against his own.Ā
When their introduction leaves Sole's lips, heās pulled back to reality.Ā
Preston blinked as his cheeks swelled from the pressure of his humongous grin.Ā
I will never get tired of that. He decided in less than an instant. In fact, as the night goes on, into the next few weeks of their early marriage, and all the years after, he tries to refer to them by their own spously title as often as is appropriate, and glows with pride and appreciation each time they do the same.
X6-88:
It wasn't proper, but for once in the courser's life, he couldn't be bothered to care.
Sole was his Director, and if anyone in the Institute took issue with their word, with their choices when it came to their own personal life, they could bring it up to him. He'd love to see how that plays out.
For now though, X6 allowed himself the unusual pleasure of being unbothered by it. Dr. Ayo could look as appalled as he wanted, Dr. Volkert could keep blushing with barely-checked rage up to his ear tips, and the rest of X6ās fellow coursers could continue with their stony glares.
Though he wouldn't admit it, X6 actually withheld a crooked grin at the way some of the synths looked at him with such awe. He felt their glares, heard their whispers, saw the ways their fists clenched, but it was peripheral at best. Sole took center stage of his attentions on this day, and the intensity of a courser's attention was unmatched.
He felt their hand brushing his arm, his shoulder, his waist, he heard their voice say his name, introduce him with that hefty title he never once would've considered for himself if not for them, and he saw their face, their infectious grin. If they were aware of the animosity in the air surrounding them, Sole gave no indication.
And nor should they.
They had nothing to be ashamed of. One day, in the not-too-distant past, he might not have held that same opinion. Today though, he couldn't fathom 'shame,' and 'Sole' existing on the same plane. He was lucky to have them. Being with them was a greater honor and opportunity than the synth could have previously imagined possible for himself. He only hoped, in such an earnest, sentimental way that it felt as though he'd left his own body, that they felt similar sentiments at being with him.
If their expression, their words, their sincere vows were anything to go off of though, X6 would say that his hope was well-founded.
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I play on XBox! I don't know if it's the best lol, but it's what I have š
(an XBox 360 and an Xbox One, if we're getting super specific.) My One is kinda a joke though, since the ONLY game I have on it is FO4, the rest are still on the good ole 360.
Have you played baulders gate 3? There are a ton of companions and the wizard character Gale reminds me a lot of Danse. Big sad wet eyes, loyal to a fault, driven to a state of self loathing because he lost the favor of his group even though it wasn't his fault, and an endless devotion to the player character. Plus the original was made by interplay!
I donāt have the proper words to exemplify just how incredible Deeganās post was. But Iām literally on cloud 9 like Iāve been having a shit week w/ work & reading how beautifully emotive & adoring E & S were??? Totally fixed it I could probably forgive being hit by a car rn LMAO have a good few weeks off you deserve that & morešššš
Ahh, sorry for the late reply to this, but yay! I'm so glad you liked it! And so so happy that it made your week better š„ŗā¤ļø
And thank you! These weeks off have been very nice, ngl š
But! I'm making plans to get things rolling here again very soon š
