#cait x sosu

[mahiiimahiiii]

So .. how are you liking the multiple companions mod.

[twosides--samecoin]

sending you more of these because i loved reading your responses to the musical ones: 6, 13, 21, and 29 for the fic writer asks?

Thank you, I really enjoy writer asks and I appreciate being sent them! I ramble a LOT however :'D

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

I have not been able to read fic for fun since I started writing, partly because I do not want to plagiarize or have to dance around someone else's story ideas with Fallout. The only fully recreational, non-research, non-fic reading I have been able to do in two years has been the Alexander Hamilton biography by Ron Chernow, and even then if I don't get background guilt about not doing fic-related reading, I find parallels and things I want to reference and quote anyway. I would read other fic if I could, I just think I won't be able to read Fallout fic unless it is outside my niche (RJ MacCready/Fallout 4)

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

I do round the clock planning; I am kind of always rearranging a new chapter in my head. Most of them start as daydreams; quite often, especially in the earliest chapters, I would have an idea and would just draft and draft and think through it as I wrote, only going back or taking pause to think on dialogue or edit. Planning is normally in the form of research for things I need to figure out to make the world make sense and to ensure things don't take too much suspension of disbelief. I used to edit the old Fallout wiki, Nukapedia, and if I am writing a chapter you can bet I have 10 or 15 tabs open to help me double check spelling and continuity between my story and the game world people know.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

The original intro to Long Time Running was scrapped. It was too wrapped in mystery. I am so glad I did so, because the first chapter holds up well. It has a good hook and is upfront about where it starts in the Fallout story - it is clear from the outset that my SoSu has been the Minutemen General for a while, and that RJ is beginning the fic at the normal end point of his questline, while also creating a reason for the reader to come back and read more. I hope it is successful and makes people curious to see why I started the story where I did.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I have managed to hang on to a lot. I do have a Google Doc that is retconned/scrapped ideas for the fic, but it's mostly things that necessitated a change after having been written; like stuff I changed my mind on. So a fic idea I have but don't plan on doing is a Cait x Piper Wright romance. I love the idea, I just don't know if I have it in me to deliver the same quality fic as an independent story!

[vaultboyenthusiast]

OC MASTERLIST

god there’s so many of these dudes it’s actually ridiculous someone stop me they just keep popping up in my brain

for now until i finish making them all profiles like I did for Dusty, all you get is names. Sorry! I an definitely open for any questions about them though while I work on writing everything.

Dusty - 16 - Male [he/him] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Good karma

Marcus - 68 - Male [he/him] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Neutral karma - Raul 

Louelle - 19 - Female [she/her] - Courier - NCR ending - Good karma

Sorren - 35 - Nonbinary [they/them] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Neutral Karma - Cass

X - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - Agender [they/them] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Neutral Karma - Benny

Nemo - 32 - Male [he/him] - Courier - Yes Man ending - Good Karma - Benny/Arcade

Enyo- 27 - Female [she/her] - Courier - Legion/independent ending - Very bad karma

Spotty (Icarus) - 19 - Male [he/him] - Lone - Neutral karma - Butch

Ophelia - 20 - Female [she/her] - Lone - Neutral Karma - Amata

Juliette - 26 - Female [she/her] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Bad karma - Cait

Virgil - 15 - Nonbinary [they/them] - SoSu - Railroad ending - Good karma

Jack - 22 - Male [he/him] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Good karma - Maccready

Donny - 15 - Demiboy [he/they] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Neutral karma

Apollo - 36 - Male [he/him] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Good karma - Nick

Orion - 32 - Agender [they/them] - SoSu - Railroad ending - Neutral karma - Deacon

Paz - 30 - Male [he/him] - SoSu - Railroad ending - Neutral karma - Danse/Travis

Katerina - 24 - Female [she/her] - SoSu - Railroad ending - Neutral karma - Ellie Perkins

Leo - 15 - Male [he/him] - SoSu - Minutemen ending - Good karma

[pb1138]

Resplendent

You know what? I went back and was rereading all my fics yesterday and now I’m in a Fallout mood. (I know, I’m shocked, too.)  This is from a prompt given to me by @queergaymer that ended up FAR longer than I thought it would.

My Sole Survivor Josefina x Cait Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

The barn was positively uproarious, nearly the entire settlement having taken the night off to come party. It was nothing extra special, just a reason to dance and drink and celebrate a good growing season. It had taken some doing to be sure, but Finn had come through as she was wont to do. She’d been working tirelessly for several weeks not only to get the barn set up and decorated but to fix up some jukeboxes and get more defenses in place so some of the guard could take a break, too.

At first, Cait had thought it stupid and would probably draw too much attention, and part of her was sure it would be a bust. Finn was a genius, no doubt about it, but she was talking like it would be the event of the year.

She’d been skeptical all the way back to Sanctuary. Finn had come to get her from Diamond City earlier that day, but they’d been side-tracked on the way back by another goddamn roving band of murderous robots, so by the time they got back, it wasn’t far from sundown, and Finn was antsy to get back to work. Once they rounded the corner from the truck stop, Cait had to pause to take in the sight before her.

Finn had indeed been busy those past few weeks.

Four new heavy turrets lined the bridge, and at least a dozen were spread out along the bank of the creek, pointed out from the settlement. Walls had been built up around the main part of the neighborhood with a guardsmen’s outpost directly outside the gate that stood just beyond the end of the bridge. A small barn had been built around the generators that sat near the water, and junk fences stood around the water purifiers and the crops. It looked like an entirely new settlement, and Cait had to hand it to her:  it looked damn safe.

Finn hefted her pack on her shoulder and greeted the guard with a grin and a fist bump. “Any trouble?” she chirped.

The guard shook his head and moved his gun to his other shoulder. “No, ma’am, not even a rad roach.”

Finn nodded. “Excellent. Preston told you you’d be relieved early tonight, right? So, you can come enjoy some of the party?”

He nodded with a grin. “Yes, ma’am. And I thank you.”

With a pat on the shoulder, she shoved her way into the settlement, Cait in tow. The streetlights had been polished, the ones with dead bulbs replaced. The streets had been swept and the debris picked out of the grass. Houses had begun to be repaired, all of them now having at the very least a patched roof and some of them with new walls replacing the fallen ones. The repairs were far from pretty, but Cait had to marvel at Finn’s ingenuity.

They rounded the corner to the center of the neighborhood and Cait stopped in her tracks, staring straight ahead. Finn, having noticed Cait was no longer following, turned to her friend and beamed, a hand proudly on her hip. “I know right?”

A huge barn sat spread across the two empty slats of concrete that sat around the circle with the giant tree. It was two-storied, 3-walled, and the floor stretched out into the street. There was a bar sat inside with a ton of sitting areas, lights strung up all around, two jukeboxes on each floor though none of them turned on yet, and on the second floor was a TV area and what looked like two pool tables. Cait looked at Finn, jaw slack. “You did all this?”

Finn nodded, looking fondly at her creation. “Yeah.”

“In two months?”

“Yeah.”

Cait shook her head in disbelief. “That’s… impressive.”

Finn chuckled and clapped Cait on the shoulder. “Thanks. Oh, Preston—” Finn was off, trotting over to where Preston had rounded the corner.

Cait hefted her pack again and set off across the street for Finn’s house. Shite, even this place looked different. The hole in the wall had been patched and painted, the grass had been cut down, the dog had a new doghouse with a little sign that said “A Resplendent Boy” hanging off the top, though the dog was not at home, it would seem. Probably off with Mama Murphy, Cait thought, idly wondering what the hell “resplendent” meant. Finn was always doin’ that, coming out with these big weird words and insisting they weren’t just made up. And who was Cait to say? Finn was a learned woman before the war, “a professor of linguistics and also a student of engineering” as she had been told. (Finn went on to explain that meant she taught people about words and where they came from, and also she took classes to learn how to build shit. That’s how she knows how to do all this settlement building shit.)

Nearly an hour passed before Finn walked inside, a chipper jump in her step as she passed Cait on the couch. Cait glanced back at her with a raised brow. “Someone’s happy,” she remarked.

Finn beamed at her as she dropped her pack down and came to sit by her. “Oh, just Preston. He can be quite timorous sometimes.”

“Timorous?”

“Shy, dear.”

“Ah. What’d you do to the poor bastard this time?”

“Honestly not much, just said thanks for working with me to get the guard schedules changed and to coordinate the food situation.” At Cait’s unamused stare, she chuckled. “And I might’ve kissed his cheek, no biggie.”

“Uh huh.”

Finn smiled at her, the movement tugging at the scar going through her lips and drawing Cait’s eye. She stared at them for perhaps too long a moment before Finn cleared her throat. “Are you alright for a bit? I should go add my finishing touches. It’s nearly dusk, now.”

Cait jumped at her voice and turned her head to hide a blush. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll just be here.”

“Brilliant.” Finn was up and out of the house in moments, leaving Cait to sit alone and ponder the implications of her apparent infatuation with the vault dweller.

About another hour passed and Piper found her way to Finn’s house. The two of them sat and talked until the gathering bell was rung in the distance. “Ooh, that must be it,” Piper mused, grinning like an idiot.

“About damn time,” Cait grumbled.

As the two women left the house, they were met with the smell of cooking food and the sound of music, but not any music that was common to the Commonwealth. This was something new, with a heavy beat that thrummed almost tangibly throughout the street. Most of the settlers were already gathered in the barn, drinks in hands, or were gathered around the circle where cooking stations had been set up. Food was being grilled or stewed, meats and vegetables and fruits, and the smell of them made Cait’s mouth water. She meandered her way over to a grill and picked up a few skewers packed with various vegetables and observed the crowd with amusement. Piper had found Preston and was talking animatedly with him off in a corner;  Ava was tending bar, making drink after drink for thirsty settlers; Hancock, Maccready, and Deacon were huddled together, probably conspiring to pull off some prank or another which made Cait roll her eyes;  Curie and Codsworth were stood to the side, probably discussing humans’ desires to imbibe alcohol and the likes;  though she didn’t see him, she knew Danse was out and about because his power armor was standing empty near the workbench. From what she could see, that was it as far as Finn’s inner circle was concerned. The rest probably couldn’t have been persuaded to join the festivities, and she couldn’t say she blamed them. If Finn herself hadn’t asked, hadn’t flashed those ridiculously sweet honey-brown puppy dog eyes at her, Cait doubted she would’ve come.

She was deep in thought when a glass was shoved into her hands, startling her. She followed the lightly tanned and scarred hand up to Finn’s grinning face and blushed. “What’s this then?”

“Whiskey cola.” Finn raised her own glass and waited until Cait hesitantly clinked hers against it. “Cheers.”

Cait hesitated to drink more than a sip or two, but Finn downed the whole thing in one go. Cait raised a brow at her. “Just how many of those have you had?” She was swaying a little, her cheeks darkened considerably, and the top of her vault suit was hanging about her waist, leaving her standing in a black halter top. Cait had to hold herself back from letting her eyes focus on the way the zipper of the suit dipped down.

“Pfft.” Finn waved her hand nonchalantly. “Like. 5. I don’t know.” At Cait’s incredulous look, she laughed and slipped her arm into Cait’s. “Come on, let’s get a better perspective, huh?” Cait had no choice but to let the dweller guide her up towards the second floor, had to keep herself from rolling her eyes when Finn grabbed a whole bottle of whiskey from the bar as they passed it. They settled at last into a pair of chairs gathered around a small table near the edge of the floor, giving them a good viewpoint of most of the party. Finn put her hand in her chin and grinned, watching people dance. “Lookit them. They’re so blithesome.”

Cait looked down at the settlers. “Blithesome?” she asked.

“Means like… merry and gay. People at festivals are blithesome.”

“Gay like happy, not like... well, gay, right?”

“Yes, dear. Like happy.” Finn chuckled as she lifted the whiskey to her lips.

Cait watched the lip of the bottle press against her flesh, the single drop that escaped and slid its way down her freckled chin. “Tell me some more big words,” she heard herself saying. Startled at herself, she tore her eyes away from Finn’s face before the other woman could see her staring.

“Hm.” Finn set the bottle down and hiccupped, a slight sway in her head as she thought. The blush across her cheeks had spread to her ears. “Oh, there’s parsimonious. It means stingy, excessively frugal.” Cait let out a soft hum of acknowledgement. “Then there’s pusillanimous. That’s my favorite word. It means timid, easily scared. It’s where the term ‘pussy’ comes from to describe someone who’s afraid.”

Cait snorted at that. “’S’at true?”

Finn smirked at her and took another swig. “Course it is, Cait. I don’t lie.”

Cait bit her tongue but gave Finn a knowing smirk back, letting her know that she knows that’s a shit statement. “Right, tell me more.”

“Oof, you’re demanding tonight,” she said, tucking a chestnut curl behind her ear. “Oh, pulchritudinous.” She said that word with a bit of an accent like Codsworth’s, and she said it slowly as if to let the ridiculousness of it settle in better. “It means lovely, pretty to look at, beautiful.” She followed the last word with eyes that roved over Cait’s body, making the Irishwoman blush.

Cait covered her blush by clearing her throat. “D’you only know words that start with p or you have others in that library in there?”

Finn chuckled and took yet another drink from the whiskey. It was catching up to her fast, Cait could see. She pursed her plump lips in thought, staring directly at her companion as she searched her brain for something she might like to hear. “Oh,” she said at last. “Chivy. It’s a verb. Means ‘to maneuver with small movements.’ One might chivy a pool ball from its pocket, for instance.” Her words were beginning to slur, her eyes focusing and unfocusing as she looked at Cait.

“Ok, here’s one for you,” Cait said, leaning forward. “What’s another word for ‘drunk?’”

Finn grinned lazily, and resettled her face in her chin so that her fingers were cupping her cheek, her pinky brushing against her lips. “Oh, an excellent question. There’s inebriated, but that’s pretty common. Maudlin, but I’ve never liked that word.” She wrinkles her nose at it. “It sounds like it should mean something like macabre. I don’t know.” She thought for another moment before grinning again, the tip of her pinky brushing against her teeth. “Capernoited. That’s a good one. Loads of people don’t know that one. It’s Scottish, you know.”

Cait snorted and took the bottle from her. “Yeah, well, I’m Irish and you’re plenty capernoited, Finn.”

Finn pouted playfully but leaned a little closer, her voice lowering. “Here’s another word for you, my Irish Cait.”

Cait blushed at ‘my’ but folded her arms across her chest, leaning forward to hear it anyways. “Let’s hear it then.”

“Basorexia.”

Cait raised a brow at that. “What’s that, then? Like when you don’t eat?”

Finn chuckled and shook her head. Her hand lowered, and Finn leaned across the table far enough to put her lips next to Cait’s ear and “whispered” (she was far too drunk to accurately whisper so it came as a hoarse regular speaking level,) “It means, ‘An overwhelming desire to kiss.’”

Cait didn’t have time to ask her what she meant before Finn’s hand was against her cheek and Finn’s soft lips were pressing against hers. Cait’s eyes flew open wide in shock, and after a quick moment she gently pulled away, blushing furiously. “Finn, I…”

Finn sat back down, not meeting her eyes, blushing down to her shoulders. “I-I’m sorry, Cait. You don’t have to—” She turned to leave, got a few feet away before Cait’s hand caught her wrist.

Cait smiled gently at her and pulled her close so they might speak quietly. “Finn, I do like you. A lot. But you’re smashed.” At Finn’s beginning of a protestation, Cait put her finger to the other woman’s lips and shook her head. “Don’t argue with me. If you feel the same tomorrow, then we’ll have ourselves a right proper discussion.”

Finn looked at her for a moment and sighed, seeming to come to the same conclusion.

Cait chuckled and slipped her hand into Finn’s. “For now, though, what d’you say we go dance?”

Finn’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, let’s.”

The two of them spent the night at each other’s sides, dancing and talking. It wasn’t until they woke up the next day and Finn gently asked Cait if it would be alright to kiss her again that Cait finally realized what “resplendent” meant.

[afraidofchange]

Of course, we can joke about Cait being blunt and asking Piper and ‘Blue’ for a threesome, but on a more serious note, I think Cait would be open to the possibility of having two serious partners -- and in this case with Piper and the Sole Survivor, she has two separate but strong people in her life, to care and to help her, which at times can be overwhelming because she’s never had that kind of love and support before.

But in the end, she cares about both women equally - her sobriety ties in greatly with the pair of them too because they helped her through the withdrawals and related effects of coming off Psycho and other chems - which, drug withdrawals are horrendous, and left Cait very vulnerable. It took a large amount of trust for her to let it happen and be taken care of, and that speaks volumes to their relationship as a whole.

[solesurvivorjen]

Give your special ghoul chems this Valentine’s Day Season. ;)

[atomic-lexa]

All The Same

(Hancock/Sole Survivor) Prompt #1: “Do you want me to leave?”

There was a stillness in the air that made their muscles heavy, to the point where move them seemed a daunting task. Their knees were pulled to their chest like a one-man embrace. Sole felt they were sinking into the wood planks of the Old State House, splinters and all. Drowning beneath the floor boards and far too apathetic to swim to the surface.

A dream, a nightmare only because it hurt too much to recall. Dips of skin on their spouse’s back, where they’d traced their fingers in the witching hours of the morning because they’d finally gotten Shaun to go to sleep, and they’d worked so hard to do it. And Shaun, chubby and toothless, such a bad temper in such a small package, but worth every hour of the night spent awake. Wars fought on a domestic battlefield, those days. Gone to the ravaging of time, and packed in ice somewhere far beneath the irradiated soil.

The pull of the door, creaking as it swung open, drew their eyes from the dusty floor to Hancock, who was standing in its frame. The reflection of the lantern on the coffee table caught in his darks eyes for a moment looked like a candle’s flame. Sole couldn’t choke out a greeting, so they just met his gaze. They could hear the sound of his boots echo off the wide walls of the State House, resonating in the crumbling bricks. He knelt next to them, and the scent of burning alcohol enwreathed them. But his sobriety revealed itself in the adeptness by which his scarred hand moved to their cheek. They closed their eyes and leaned into the calloused touch. “It’s late, darlin’.” He said in a voice so low, only the last word shook free of raspiness. “I know.” They replied, almost apologetically. His gaze moved to the Pip-Boy beside them, atop it lay a holotape with Hi, Honey! scrawled on it in sharpie.

There was something knowing to his movements as he pulled back, away from them and their memories, brief reminiscings of a world by which they were tied, and he did not belong. The bombs were not supposed to fall that day. Sole was not supposed to have lost all that they knew, and he was not supposed to exist. They deserved to keep those memories for themself; God knows this acquisitive world wanted everything else. “Do you want me to leave?” He asked. Peace in solitude, and all that. Sole looked up at him, eyes gaunt and storied exhaustion resting on their complexion. For what stories lay behind those tired eyes, John could listen to every one without tire.

“No. Stay.” They replied. The magnetism of a warm body near theirs was an oasis in the wasteland. “Please stay.” “Sure thing, sunshine.” Hancock said, moving to their side, legs outstretched, and arm tucked beneath theirs. Everything had changed, certainly, warped and distorted, like a parallel universe where life before echoed in the still-settling dust of the mushroom cloud that swept it all aside. But the solidarity expressed to them by Hancock, despite it all, stood to remind them that humanity was humanity all the same.

Did somebody order some comfort?

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Romanced Companions Caring For F!SoSu While They’re On Their Period

Cait:

Knows the pains of the certain time of the month and tries her best to help you out.

Offers you some strong liquor and maybe some med-x occasionally to help numb the pain.

She gets angrier during her time of the month so she understands if you do too and becomes more tolerant if you lash out at her.

Ummmmm...period cramps have a fun trick that helps soothe the pain. Ever heard of orgasm relief? Well she has and she has found that it makes all the difference so she is more than happy to help you out. After all, as a fighter she isn’t worried about getting a little bloody.

Curie:

She always knew about the menstruel cycle and what it entails but..she didn’t really comprehend how bad it was until she got one herself after being transferred into her synth body.

After that whole fiasco, she becomes extremely concerned with your well being as soon as you tell her what’s going on.

As silly as it sounds, she actually charts it out months in advance and tries to prepare for the both of you. Might be kind of gross but she thinks it’s sweet if you both sync up.

Thank goodness she actually has some medical background.

Danse:

He has little to no idea on what to do, but he wouldn’t dare leave himself ignorant for long. Sure, he’s had plenty of women under his charge but he didn’t know any of them intimately as he did you. Haylen would’ve been the closest but she kept all that “period” talk to herself and soldiered through.

He hates seeing you in pain, especially if it’s something he can’t do anything about. However he’ll badger Captain Cade for pain relievers until he finds something that makes you feel better.

It’ll probably be gross as hell but he’ll swipe you some of the field ration candy bars after he learns that chocolate usually makes cramps feel better.

More than anything, he’ll be there for you to cuddle for as long as you want. And yes..as strange as it is, he’ll make sure to put in for an official temporary leave of duty for the both of you so he can be there for you and you can rest up.

Deacon:

Asks Glory and Desdemona what they’d want their significant other to do for them during their time of the month...which resulted in him getting a glare and questioned.

He’ll do his level best to satisfy your cravings if you have them, knowing just the right spots in the ‘wealth to score some halfway decent grub.

Probably the worst idea he ever had but he often times ask Tinker Tom for help...instead of the actual doctor..poor Carington.

Gage:

If you happen to be the kind that gets pissy, he’ll know to back tf off. Come on, he’s been in close work with Nisha..and that’s not a woman that you want to piss off even on a good day.

Because of his experience with these kinds of things, he’s shockingly empathetic.

Makes comments about how “badass” you are for being able to bleed out so much and still hold your own in combat and lead the parks.

Once he discovers that orgasms can significantly reduce pain...expect to be “bedridden” for a while until you feel better.

Hancock:

Period pains? Say no more, Sunshine. He’s got you covered. Be it meds, foods, or sex- he’ll give his all to you.

Macready:

Given the fact that he was married before, he knows the ins and outs of period pains and how to help out.

Though he might moan and bitch about it later, he’ll happily do the mundane chores around your shared abode to keep you happy.

If your pain is really bad, he’ll physically stop you from trying to go out and about the wealth. Look, he loves you so much, but you aren’t about to go walking miles all while trying not to double over in pain.

Maxson:

Okay..he’s a 20 year old man who likely can recite and teach the most intricate of military tactics and know little to nothing about the female body and what goes on during “that time”

However, if you take out the time to let him know what’s going on and how it affects you- he’ll be receptive and considerate to what’s going on. Just tell him what to do and he’ll do it.

He can’t exactly take leave of his duties every day so instead, he’ll perhaps leave you his beautiful coat so you get the feel of cuddling with him even when he’s on duty and away. (The only time Maxson is seen without that coat on deck..)

Is lowkey kind of freaked out that you can bleed out like that without passing out.

Nick:

Really sweet...but then again, he usually is anyways so why would you expect any different?

Somehow manages to provide you with a heating pack to help the pain.

Is the type of boyfriend that is unashamed to buy you tampons and does so like a boss.

Old Longfellow:

He’s an old man, so he is a little rusty when it comes to romantic care in this respect.

Will some booze suffice? Helps him feel better when he gets shot so surely it should do something to help you out...right? He sure hopes so because that’s his go to, sweetheart.

Preston:

Those settlements can wait for now.

He takes your comfort and well being very seriously, especially in times like this where those two aspects can actually be altered. So you so much as say that your back is aching and he’ll tell you to sit your ass down and give you a sweet massage.

Might even be a little annoying with it, but he will baby you. Nothing too extreme, but he might offer to feed you or just other peculiar act of services in general.

Piper:

Also happens to own a uterus and experience the hell of a period, so she knows what’s up.

The house is stocked with power noodles just for this type of event.

Offers to just stay in for the duration for your cycle even if it is a little absurd. Shit, she usually does for her’s so she doesn’t get why youre laughing when she proposes it.

Come on, blue. Flat Nuka-Cola, some Power Noodles, and a typewriter never been so alluring. Give in.

Sturges:

He tries his best to stay on his toes, not wanting to piss you off in anyway shape or form. So, for once..he won’t walk into the house with his Grady gloves and dirty boots messing the place up.

Honestly wishes that he could just make it go away for you....well, at least in a way that wouldn’t result in you getting pregnant..............unless...

X6-88:

“Can’t you just remove your uterus? We have a plethora of surgeons back at the Institue that would be able to competently go through with the procedure and eliminate this pain.”

[slocumjoe]

2 headcanons per companion

Cait:

- Touchy person. After learning and understanding that it doesn't inherently mean pain, learns to speak and hear it as a love language. Her touches are very jock, though. Shoulder slaps, light punches, hair ruffling, kind of an older brother form of physical affection. Often gets into play-fights with MacCready.

- Has a lovely singing voice, but no one knows because she never sings. Ever. If she sang, it would be a quiet, raspy croon. The type of singing you'd expect to hear in a castle ruins at the coast during a storm. Haunting and enchanting.

Curie:

- Amazing baker, not so good at cooking. Baking is a science, cooking is more about intuition and creativity. She's a by-the-books girl, and unless she has an exact recipe, her cooking is going to taste like anxiety. Great at breads, burns eggs. Always makes delicious muffins, her soups and stews are flavorless and soggy.

She has no idea. Thinks it's fine, and no one will dare tell her to stick to dough-based foods.

- The first time she got drunk, it was off wine. She woke up with her head in agony and on the roof of a shack about 50 miles away from Sanctuary. And with a tattoo on her back. Doesnt know about the tattoo. No one knows about the tattoo. It's a spoon. A very poorly done spoon. Possibly a ladle.

Danse:

- This man may as well be a bear. He has a big appetite, sleeps like he's hibernating for winter, is covered in thick body hair. Danse will wake up only for his natural alarm, his clock alarm, or someone walking up to him and telling him to get up. No noise or physical disturbance will wake him. Nothing. As for his stomach, he isn't a glutton, but look at him. Big guy needs fuel. He can eat a normal amount and be fine, but could get himself kicked out of Golden Corral.

- Speaking of food. He eats everything with no reaction regardless of if he likes it or not. It looks like he's bored even if he's eating the rare good meal. Food is just something neutral, with cons to certain things. He prefers plainer flavors, but is immune to spice. Can drink an entire bottle of Tabasco sauce, Sriracha sauce, and a chile sauce with no expression. The blank stare and spice immunity aren't synth things, Curie and X6 are just the opposite.

Deacon:

- Takes long walks at night through settlements. Feels at peace in liminal spaces. The ruins of Boston and all the other destroyed cities don't have the same effect. Something about being the only one aware, living unnoticed in a place filled with people. It's lonely, but nothing gives the same clarity.

- Hates subway tunnels. Go on forever, too long to see what's at the end, something could be at any corner - they creep him out. If you still, you'll hear something. Machinery even when the place is inactive. Shuffling. Even stiller, might hear breathing echoing from way down a tunnel. Hates it to hell and back. Has to take a long smoke break if he has to go in one alone.

Hancock:

- Weird with kids. Likes them, but worries about himself. He isn't the...best example. He has no filter, they can tell something is wrong about him, and he just doesn't know how to act. They're just tiny humans, but there are rules. He doesn't want to accidently hurt them or inspire them to follow his screwed up footsteps.

- He doesn't care about what people think unless he cares. Some schmuck sneering at him when he pops a mentats? That guy's issue. Nick's frown? Curie's wide-eyed fretting? The way Cait's face goes soft and her eyes crinkle in sympathy?

...that matters.

He starts using less.

MacCready:

- Extravert. He needs his space, but hates being alone. Not having a support to fall back on is terrifying. The most anxious he'd ever been since Lucy died was his time alone in the Commonwealth. Sure, he had people, but not...not people of his own. Not a family. Leaving his boy was hard and being alone just as. Was often nauseous and prone to headaches until the SoSu.

- Hates the acknowledgement of intimate body parts in public. Hancock and Cait went on a tirade of sex jokes and he was just as, if not more, squeamish as the other prudes. While exploring a vault, a sex ed video came on the projector and he was red as a tomato for hours. It didn't help that he was standing in front of it and...well. You know what happens when you stand in front of projectors.

Goes all blushy when more adult talk comes up. Apparently Danse didn't know what m*sturbation was and that moment in that room nearly had him crawling out of his skin.

Nick:

- Has a little switch in his brain that decides if he's capable of math. One day he'll be a walking calculator, another he'll forget that 7 is more than 6. He was a weird math student. Did all the reading and none of the work, aced the tests. You put him under pressure and he'll crank out the craziest equations, but you ask him to multiply two 4 digit numbers and you can see a little blue swirl in his eye before he sighs and goes to fetch scratch paper. Being a good tester doesn't mean he's not a born theater kid.

- Coat pockets are portals to other dimensions. Has everything you need. Bobby pins? Check. Ammo? Check. Food rations? Clean water? Smokes? Check. A small statue of Cappy? A page from a magazine that was never released due to a MLM scam in the publishing company? Half a pair of sunglasses?

Sometimes puts random garbage in his pockets just to screw with Ellie. Other times, genuinely doesn't know where things come from. Once found a yao gui claw in his chest pocket. It's a good luck charm, but he never picked it up and no one could have slipped it in. Jokes about the coat being haunted, but only half joking.

Piper:

- Opposite to Nick, things go missing in her coat. Nick calls it "the washer" for some reason. She'll drop a pen in a pocket and never see it again. Double checks the pockets for holes and splits before heading out. Still loses things. Once lost a whole pistol.

But more interestingly. She lost a purple gel pen.

Week later, Nick pulls a purple gel pen out of his pocket.

Has a corkboard for the theories about the connection.

- Makes an amazing stew of yao gui, carrots, potatoes, stingwing honey, and various herbs. Its a family recipe that just isn't a normal stew, there's something different about it. When asked, will joke that it's human meat. Very few people realize she's joking. Either way, it has a flavor that sets it apart from other stews.

The secret?

There's a mutated form of garlic in the southeast part of the Commonwealth.

Only her family knows where it grows and what it looks like.

Preston:

- Not so much of a night owl as much as he just...doesn't have a steady circadian rhythm. You can find him in the kitchen at 1 pm asleep on the counter in the middle or awake at 1 am making a 3 tiered cake. Doesn't have an alarm clock. His sleeping pattern bothers even the poorest sleepers. Danse is visibly upset when he describes his schedule.

- His history of partners, both romantic and purely sexual, is crazy. He has the most interesting and horrifying stories. One girlfriend was convinced she was the reincarnated Mistress of Mystery. A boyfriend cheated on him with his step grandmother. He was once involved in a multi-person break up because apparently his boyfriend was in a poly relationship that went south on all fronts due to a chem deal's profits going missing as they were about to split the caps.

Don't ask about Marge.

Marge was...probably something he imagined during a fever.

X6:

- His pantries and fridge have nothing but junk food. He likes vegetables and fruit, but they take up valuable sugar space.

Once ate a giant, 200+ year expired cheesecake and puked for an hour. When Nick found out, popped a fuse. X was out of commission for...so long. Turns out he's lactose intolerant.

- Has been flirted with so many times. Each time, turned pink and lost all control of his words. He becomes a stuttering, cherry-cheeked mess at romantic interest. Not because he reciprocates, he just wasn't trained for it. There is no protocol for "Wanna come back to my place?"

Someone kissed his cheek and he actually ran and jumped out of a window to escape. Hancock has it on video and sometimes watches it to produce serotonin.

[cxsmic-reactions]

Fallout 4 Masterlist

Companion Reactions

Companions react to Sole kissing them on the forehead (Gifs)

Companions react to walking in on Sole naked

Companions react to Sole singing while walking (Gifs)

Companions react to Sole telling them they used to be a pin-up model(gifs)

Companions react to Sole saying “I love you”(Gifs)

Companions react to finding Sole’s Secret Candy Stash

Maxson reacts to finding Sole’s Secret CandyStash: *Bonus*

Companions react to their first time with Sole

Companions react to F!SS being on her period (+Maxson)

Porter Gage and Hancock react to F!SS getting her period

If Companions had favorite vines

If Companions had favorite vines (pt.2)

Companions react to a Diamond City Security officer flirting and harassing with a 17-year-old Sole

Companions react to Sole with godly hygiene that takes forever

Companions react to a male SS getting a boner because of them (sfw/nsfw-ish)

Companions react to Curie randomly saying “FUCK”

Companions react to their child moving within Female SS and Female Companions

Companions react to riding the Nuka-Cola space rollercoaster (+Gage)

Headcanons

Fallout 4 Headcanons

Fallout 4 Headcanons (pt.2)

Fallout 4 Headcanons (pt.3)

Fallout 4 Headcanons (pt.4)

Fallout 4 Headcanons (pt.5)

Nick’s favorite snack (Random headcanon)

Nuka-World Headcanons

MacCready’s habit

Cait’s hobby

NSFW

Hancock x F!SS smut

(Hancock x F!SS) (smut)

Paladin Danse NSFW Headcanons

F!SS x X6-88 (smut)

NSFW Paladin Danse x F!SS (smut)

NSFW Cait and Piper x SoSu

[fo4companionmusings]

Some Cait x F!Sosu please and thank you

Hopefully you'll like this! ♡

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It had been what felt like decades since Sole had seen Cait. They'd managed to get separated in a skirmish along the eastern border of the Commonwealth. She looked along some of their established meet-up spots, but still couldn't find Cait anywhere.

She really hoped that her companion hadn't gone far enough South that she'd hit Jamaica Plain, but had a feeling in her gut that said otherwise. That was the last place Sole wanted anyone to be alone. That was on her to-do list of places to clear out, but hadn't quite gotten there yet.

Once she finally made it to Jamaica Plain, she found some feral ghouls already dad and scattered around the ground. She bent down while also keeping her guard to examine her surroundings. On the ground she found freshly discarded shotgun shells. It had to be Cait.

There was a guttural hiss that slowly progressed closer behind Sole and she spun around quickly, jabbing a knife in to the feral that had popped up behind her. This one was slower than others for some reason.

That was when she saw her. Up on top of a building Cait had gotten herself cornered. A bunch of freaks had surrounded the base of the rickety building, Cait unable to aim accurately with her shotgun from this distance.

The two finally made eye contact, but Sole didn't say a word. Instead, Sole picked up a semi-heavy stone and chucked it in the opposite direction of where Cait was stuck. The ghouls turned and went to investigate the noise. As they did so, Sole pulled out a plasma grenade that she had been saving for a special occasion and tossed it right in to the swarm.

Cait hopped down as it exploded and the pair ran off out of Jamaica Plain as fast as they could.

"Are you mad?" Cait grimaced slightly, waiting for Sole's action once they were alone.

"I.. I mean, people get separated sometimes. It happens." She paused, taking a seat on a tree stump. "I'm not mad. I was just.. worried."

Cait chuckled and sat down on a fallen log beside her, hesitantly reaching for Sole's hand.

"Yeah, I was worried too."

Sole nudged Cait playfully, urging her in closer then kissing her gently.

"Try and keep up next time."

[nukaworld]

(Preston and X6 stan here) On a FluffyNinjaLlama video (the "companions comment on dead spouse" one) someone said, almost quote, "X6 has more emotion than Preston." Interesting. Because X6's whole thing is that he doesn't display too much emotion and talks monotone. X says "This was your spouse? My condolences." he adds the last bit almost as an afterthought. Preston said "Is this...? Oh. I'm really sorry, General. Take all the time you need." With sympathy, but not with Nick's teary -cont

"Oh....oh i'm so sorry....". Preston does what pretty much everyone would say. He's sympathetic, but not over-dramatic. Almost awkward, even. Hell, Cait, THE RUDEST Companion (love her tho), offers to be there if the sosu needs to talk. pretty much all of the companions make a big deal about it. Preston is the only one who manages to sound sypmathetic without making it dramatic. X6 talks in monotone everywhere except his final approval talk, but sure, he has more emotion with Preston, who talks with shame/humility (almost, cant find the right word) when he tells you that he was suicidal and you SAVED HIS LIFE. He sounds disapproving when you say "ill take what I can get" during the Museum after killing the deathclaw, and will suggest fighting for a cause with a hint of passive aggression. He laughs when finding the Jamaica treasure, while X6 just says the obvious (that theres nothing of much value) in a bored tone. When coming across mirelurks, he says "mirelurks" like like he hates them. It sounds like "Ugh- Mirelurks! Aim for the face!" as if he wants them dead asap. I know this is like the 4th message ive sent regarding this, but Jesus, fandom. The first time you meet him, he begs you to help them. So what do we learn from all of this? That people hate Preston "actual angel" Garvey so much for asking them to do the job that THEY accepted, that they will act like X6 doesn't talk in complete monotone save for one time. They WANT Preston to be cardboard.

X6 is very subtly emotional and you can read it when you gain high affinity and he even admires you. Not to mention he is legit scared of flying on a vertibird and his tone changes. He can feel fear, he can feel admiration, he can be sarcastic, he learns, he understand when he needs to be socially compassionate, he has emotions just they were brainwashed out of him for being a Courser. Worst thing in Fallout 4 is him not having a redemption arc.

As for Preston, he is just a deeply traumatized man with depression and I sound like that when I have my depressive episodes. He has a lot of hope and kindness in him but he is not unrealistic about the wasteland, he knows what kind of shit you can get yourself into. Also he is a soldier and he was a child soldier at that so he has grown a bit more stoic when it comes to death and tragedy because he saw so many of his friends die (and Ezra his father figure too) that he has to pretend he is fine with it or he would break down. But his heart is very good and kind and I can’t talk about Preston for more than three minutes without instantly crying over how much I love him...

[scorpio-skies]

I was tagged by the amazing @beckiboos! ✨✨✨

Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you wanna know better (Let’s say that last part is optional) Three Fandoms:

Fallout 4

Dragon Age 

Skyrim

The first character you loved:

Paladin Danse - The moment I saw him in power armour firing lasers I was impressed, and I hoped he could be a companion! I took Haylen at her word that he was a good man and travelling with him proved that! It was also nice to meet another friendly group after Preston’s!

Cullen - I’ve always played a mage and my mage warden thought he was adorable, my mage Hawke was a bit salty but overall okay with him and my Inquisitor fell in love with him! Throughout all the games I was hoping for the chance and was so happy to not only romance but marry and adopt a mabari with him in DAI! 

Farkas - He’s a big, strong warrior with a gentle heart! Also a werewolf at first - what’s not to love? XD

The character you never expected to love so much

Gage - He’s a raider, while Nora’s the General and Sentinel. She’s moral, he’s not and he doesn’t seem her type at all - but there’s still chemistry there and even when they’re just friends, leaving aside their very differing methods at times, the pair get along! I was heartbroken when she had to kill him during Nuka World, but currently rewriting with a friend so XD

Sera - Not going to lie, when I first met her I thought she was the height of annoying. I didn’t like the way she spoke in riddles and didn’t take her anywhere, but when I gave her the chance I just fell in love - she’s hilarious, knows how to have fun and honestly I agree with her so much on sticking it to the nobles!

Miraak - At first he was just a villain you’ve got to beat, but when I realised he and Danse share the same VA I looked more into him and the cut content and - yeah. Would totally have sided with him over Mora if I could! He’s a lot more pitiable, not to mention he’d have made Marcurio look humble if he was a companion! I also headcanon he looks like Danse now too so XD

The character you relate to the most

Danse - I totally understand the burying your feelings part and I just really resonate with him. He might take things too seriously at times, but his heart is in the right place! His awkwardness in romance also rivals mine so yeah!

Cassandra - Same reasons as Danse and maybe even more so! XD She’s just amazing and I love how despite her serious personality, she’s always loved and wanted romance and is loyal and there for her friends, plus she changes her stance as she learns things like she comes to befriend Cole and regrets what happened between her and Varric! Seriously love her! 

Maybe Vilkas - idk I don’t think the characters were written with any real depth in game as a lot of it is radiant dialogue or a couple of lines, so I can’t really say!  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

The character you’d slap

JUSTIN. AYO. ENDLESSLY.

Arl Howe - He had no regrets whatsoever for everything he did in DAO and even when he’s dying and he says “I deserved more” I’m just like “more pain?” >:( 

Elenwen - she fronts the Thalmor interests in Skyrim, need I say more?

Three favorite characters (in order of preference):

Paladin Danse, Sole Survivor, Preston Garvey

Cullen Rutherford, Cassandra Pentaghast, Varric Tethras

Neloth, Fralia, Marcurio

A character you didn’t like at first but do now:

Cait - She was loud, violent, into chems and against being charitable which is how I play. Then I learned her past and literally cried and I would seriously die for her she’s been through so much crap but she’s so loyal once you’ve helped her out!

Sera - went from couldn’t stand her to thinking she’s brilliant!

Miraak!

Three OTPs:

Nora Hart x Paladin Danse, Sosu/OC x Danse, Kaelyn Prescott x Nate Prescott (the Prescott’s belong to @eluvisen and in my head at least are practically canon! XD)  

Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford, Solavellan, Adoribull

Miraak x Dragonborn, Marcurio x Dragonborn, Fralia x Dragonborn

Tagging: @eluvisen @mrninjapineapple @ariejul @sociallyacceptablemadness @marvilus73 @lenkachi @zacklover24 @solesurvivorkat @lothrilzul @micotrash @ronqueesha @charomiami @maxrev and anyone who’d like to do this! ✨

[thechiyodan]

Charlie Giovanni

Charlie is a former gun-for-hire who joins the Minutemen shortly after completing Old Guns. She can be found near the broadcast tower in the Castle, and can be recruited after completing her initial quest, House Hunt.

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Inventory: Spike Armor, Assault Rifle, Buffout (3)

Perk: When reached maximum affinity, Charlie grants the SoSu the perk Survival Instincts, which grants a 10% bonus to VATS.

Loves: Critical Strikes, giving Dogmeat a Stimpak, completing Minutemen quests, using sarcastic dialogue

Likes: Lockpicking, using Buffout, helping others, giving Sheffield a Nuka-Cola, telling KLE0 that she looks like a woman.

Hates: Joining the Brotherhood, killing innocent people, siding with Synth Art, giving Billy to the Gunners, Turning Darla on Skinny Malone

Dislikes: Stealing, asking for caps, telling Magnolia you don’t like jazz, telling Piper you hate newspapers, telling KLE0 that she’s a robot.

General Ambient: "It’s so bright out... can’t find my shades...” | “Don’t overload yourself with all that scrap. I got room in my pack.” | ”I tried living in Diamond City. It’s too crowded.” | “Goodneighbor’s rough, but it’s always been kind to me.” | “While you’re tinkering, I’m gonna check the ammo stock.” | “Is that.. your husband/wife? God... I’m so sorry...” | “Ready to head out? .... Roger that./Fair enough. You know where I’ll be.” | “I’ll head home. Be safe.”

Combat: “Raiders! Shit!” | “Gunners ahead, watch for grenades!” | “Aim for their face, not their shell!” | “Ugh, ferals! Don’t let them gang up on you!” | “Watch your six, we got synths ahead.” | “Damn leg!” | “I’ll fucking fill you full of lead, asshole!” | “N...not yet...”

Lockpicking: "Let me know if you need help with that lock. Got a lockpicking set in my pack.” | “Nice job with that bobby pin.” | “[whistles] With skills like that, you could give me a run for my money.”

Hacking: “That’s all you. Never was good with computers.” | “Killer. Anything useful on there?”

Swapping Charlie for Others 

Strong: "Tough human. Good in fight.”    Charlie: "Flatterer.”   Piper: "Uh.. hey Charlie. You... be safe now.”    Charlie: "You too, Piper. You don’t have to be afraid of me, you know.”   Preston: "Be safe out there, Charlie.”    X: "Yes, sir. I’ll bring this one home safe.”   Danse: "I hope you know what you’re doing, bringing that mercenary with you.”    Charlie: "Can it, jarhead. I’ve been doing this long enough to know my shit.”   Hancock: "Hey, Charlie. Give some assholes a bullet for me.”   Charlie: "Can do, Mayor. Save some Buffout for me when I get back.”   Valentine: “Well, if anything, you’ll be safe with this one.”    Charlie: "Thanks?”   Cait: "Havin’ fun without me?”    Charlie: "Don’t worry, beautiful, I’ll save some for you.”   Curie: "Please be safe, madame, and watch over my good friend!”    Charlie: "Sure thing, Curie. I’ll see if I can find you some research material.”   X6-88: "You are protecting the future of the Institute. Remember that.”    Charlie: "Fuck the Institute.” MacCready: "Hey, Charlie. You’re up this time.”    Charlie: "We’ll work on that recoil exercise with I get back.” Deacon: “Well, well, if it isn’t the most terrifying woman I’ve ever met.”   Charlie: “Hah. You’re almost cute when you’re scared.” Codsworth: "Miss Charlie... please watch after my master/mistress. If anything were to happen...”    Charlie: "Don’t worry. This isn’t my first rodeo.”   Dogmeat: "[Sad Whine].”    Charlie: "Aww, come on, don’t be like that. I’ll bring you a bone when I get back.”

Swapping Others for Charlie

Charlie: “Good luck out there, big boy.”   Strong: "Strong no need luck. Strong smash luck!” Charlie: "Don’t get yourself killed out there, Piper.”       Piper: "I won’t, I won’t... although now I’m feeling the pressure...” Charlie: "Good luck out there, sir. Come back safely.”       Preston: "Thanks, Charlie. You and Ronnie keep an eye on the place while I’m gone.” Charlie: "Seriously? You’re replacing me with the Tin Man?”     Danse: "At least he/she knows a good soldier when he/she sees one.” Charlie: "You, me, a couch, and some chems, when you get back.”       Hancock: "I knew I liked you.” Charlie: “Valentine.”   Valentine: "Hmph. Maybe you’ll figure out how to relax when I get back.” Charlie: "Give ‘em hell, Cait.”       Cait: "Always do, darlin’.” Charlie: "What, you guys got some research to do, or something?”     Curie: "But of course, Madame Giovanni!” Charlie: "Don’t even think about trying to infect anyone with that Institute bullshit.”     X6-88: "That sounded almost like a threat. Do you honestly want to threaten a Courser?” Charlie: "Make sure you keep that scope clean.”   MacCready: "Aw, come on, that was one time!” Charlie: "... do I even want to know?”   Deacon: "I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean, Miss Charlie. I’m as innocent as an angel.” Charlie: "Hey, Codsworth.”   Codsworth: "Hello, Miss Charlie! A pleasure, as always.” Charlie: "Aw, bye buddy. Be good.”     Dogmeat: "[Playful bark].”

Quests

House Hunt: Charlie wants you to find a family photograph in the ruins of her old house in Lexington, in exchange for her services.

Rock-A-Bye: Charlie wants to hunt down the four Raiders who murdered her family.

Charlie will occasionally give the SoSu ammunition

Most NPCs will acknowledge that Charlie looks frightening, or like she’s on her lest legs.

Charlie is an available romance, after completing her quest, Rock-A-Bye.

[barryburtongfg-blog]

fallout 4

The first character I first fell in love with: danse………like when the game first came out and i watched a bit of a lets play i liked him Instantly n Now look,

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: probably maccready tbfh,i didnt really have much of an interest in him to begin with but now hes an ultimate fav

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: its not that i dont love him but im not as attached to nick as every1 else seems to be, thats probably bc ive never really had him as a companion outside of the reunions quest

The character I love that everyone else hates: kjgdfgdf cait

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: sully mathis……bich betrayed me?????el u know all abt this,

The character I would totally smooch: dddddddanse

The character I’d want to be like: scribe haylen without a doubt

The character I’d slap: knight rhys n maxson are the first that come to mind x

A pairing that I love: can i say danse x sade

A pairing that I despise: danse/maxson is Bad.........also father/sosu like honestly what the fuck is that

[atomic-lexa]

Something Wicked This Way Comes

(Paladin Danse/Sole Survivor)

It was hot, smoking scraps of metal and sparking wires littering the ground like the debris of a tempest, and the smell of burning rubber and fervid steel made them nauseous. Gen 1 synths reduced to what scrap had been pulled together to give them life in the first place. Triumphant, again. Alive, again, to fight more battles, adrenaline in trembling limbs. They seemed to posses this pesky inability to die. A blessing, if they chose to see it like that.

Their Paladin only nodded at them briefly. There was no outward emotion to his stoic countenance, but there was pride in the warm coffee rings of his eyes, and that was enough. Sole found his inhibition for expression terribly ironic, for all his rhetoric about the lack of humanity in the world. Still, something about him lined up with their anachronistic morality, so they couldn’t fully condemn his perspective.

Synths had been attacking the Cambridge Police Station for weeks, starting not long after the cavalry arrived. It worried Sole whenever they had to be away from Danse and Haylen; the thought of something happening to them while they were away layered anxiety thick in the back of their mind. But not Rhys. Fuck Rhys. The shifting of Danse’s power armor drew their attention, and they looked to him. The lowering sun glared titian against his face, and cast long shadows across his features. An intent expression of worry; unmistakable, though scarcely worn.

Sole followed his eyes across College Square, long-since rid of the ferals that had previously infested its every corner. It was a quiet place, now, untouched pre-war artifacts preserved in a sheen of dust and left as a reminder of palaces brought to ruin. Buildings obscured whatever it was the Paladin was watching with such care, and so Sole moved toward him. “Danse?” They called. One of his hands quickly shot up to both halt and quiet them. Their anxiety was tangible now, made feverish by the worry-lines on their mentor’s face.

An abrupt dragging sound echoed off the decrepit buildings and resonated in Sole’s ears. It was followed by a guttural snarling noise that couldn’t belong to anything kind in nature. Loud, too. Already broken-up bits of concrete and gravel cracked under the weight of a ponderous foot. From a building on the Northern side of the square, poked a colossal head; leather green skin piled loosely over a misshapen skull, lips pulled back to reveal decaying teeth. The Behemoth made another throaty growl that sounded warped, and distorted. Sole felt light-headed, sick with fear and adrenaline. They could feel their raised skin against their armor, and fleeing and hiding seemed like the only option. The beady, depraved eyes of the massive beast were upon them, though, and it was too late to run. “Danse,” A whimper too low for him to hear, but they were grappling something to make them feel safe, and in that moment it was him. A savior wrapped in steel; though they knew he was just as human as them, and just as able to fall.

A step forward, and the weathered cobblestone crumbled beneath its weight, the skeletal frame of a car was shoved from its path with no effort. The mammoth mutant lumbered toward them, Sole feeling every progressive movement vibrate in their chest. “Focus, Soldier.” How Danse could always seem to face his death with valiance was not something Sole could understand. But, if they did not fight, Cambridge would fall victim next, so they raised their weapon, though it shook. Oh, that pesky inability to die.

Description practice?