if asks are still open could i get some msole x valentine with comfort no hurt? like a rainy day with them curled up together? or maybe they solve a case and go on a date afterwards? idk im cool with anything involving that ship as long as there is little to no angst if thats cool with you
Thank you for this ask. I think I needed to write this, for my own transmasc-nblm heart. Just pure fluff. I hope all of my nblm and mlm followers are having a lovely day <3 (Sole has he/him pronouns in this.) Ao3 Link
Something’s playing on the radio, but Sole’s not paying much attention. It’s drowned out by the pinging of rain on the tin roof above them, the windows thrown open to embrace the break of the heavy, dark clouds that had been hanging all day. Absently, he thinks that if all it took to get this was the apocalypse, he’d do it a thousand times over.
Nick’s stretched out on the couch with him, a book long forgotten where it’s closed at his side. Instead, his hand is carding through Sole’s hair, his cheek pressed against his temple. There’s an exhaustion in Sole’s bones, but it’s the content kind, the kind where he thanks the universe that he has something like this to come back to whenever the world outside gets too difficult. Nick pauses the motion of his hand and instead begins rubbing his thumb across Sole’s jaw. “We were supposed to go out.” He comments quietly, his voice gravelly.
Sole imagines another life where going out meant the movies or the warmth of the beach, and a life that Nick wasn’t so hesitant to call his own. The thought dissipates as soon as it arrives. He hums, “This is good.” Sole’s well aware how sleepy his voice comes across.
He means it, with everything in his heart. This, right here, in Nick’s arms with the rain coming down and the radio playing softly and the whirring of his mechanics, is good. It’s contentment. It’s home. And when Nick laughs, warm and affectionate, his heart soars.
The case they’d worked on was a long one, and Nick had promised a date afterwards, something to get their mind off of it. Sole had teased him about finally taking a day off, but the delight on his face was enough to let Nick know he’d made the right choice. Of course, as soon as they’d made it back to Diamond City (in one piece, by some miracle), the Commonwealth had decided they were long overdue for a monsoon.
They hadn’t meant to curl up on the couch together. Nick had insisted the weather had to stop soon, they could still keep their plans, but Sole had dragged him down onto the worn sofa and they’d been there for an hour already. The rain showed no signs of stopping, and Sole tried not to be secretly grateful. Sure, date nights were rare, but even rarer were the nights where he could get Nick to slow down and just breathe.
Sole shifted and threw one of his legs over Nick’s, his arm tightening around the synth’s torso. “Another night. We’ve got all the time in the world.” He shifts to prop himself and kiss Nick, sweet and unhesitating through the grin he wears.
The adoration in Nick’s glowing eyes when he pulls away nearly takes Sole’s breath from him. He pauses a second, lets his forehead rest against Nick’s, and tries to commit the moment to memory. If he stores this, in the back of his mind, maybe the next case won’t be so hard. The world won’t hurt so much if he knows Nick’s in it, that Nick’s by his side.