#it’s either Nick or Fahrenheit’s duty

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Dad being very cool while Hancock buys new arsenal for his next project.

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 11: Petplay with Hancock.

Pairing: John Hancock x Fem!Reader/Sole

Word Count: 2689

Warnings: Petplay, Oral (M receiving), Reader/Sole is refered to as Kitten and Kitty, P in V sex, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it), Mention of Reader/Sole being in Subspace. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

“Petplay?” His raspy voice questioned as we shared a cigarette on the couch in his office in the Statehouse.

“Yeah.” You answered hesitantly, eyes locked on the burning cherry as you took a slow drag. “It’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like, but the jist is one partner pretends to be an animal, most go for a dog or a cat, easiest to imitate, and the other partner is the owner. Sometimes it’s sexual, sometimes it’s not…For me it is…” You were thankful for the low light of the room as you felt your face flaring.

It wasn’t every day that you asked your partner to treat you like a cat in bed, even if it was something you’d done before, but it was different when time for ‘normal’ sex was so far between because of, you know, total atomic annihilation taking over the world.

“And you want us to try it?” He clarified carefully, taking the cig back from you and taking a drag. You knew Hancock was no stranger to risky sex or kink, the man had openly told you about some of his craziest sexcapades in his life, but there was still a measure of fear and vulnerability in what you were asking that made you worry for his answer.

“Yeah.” You said on a breath, like you’d just been holding it.

“You know, Dollface, you never cease to surprise me. Just when I think I got you all figured out, you ask for some of the sexiest shit I’ve ever heard of.” He smirked as you realized he was being aloof on purpose.

You let out a hard sigh as some of the anxiety bled from you. “Dick…” You muttered, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to find a time to ask about it, we’re both just always so busy, either with the Minutemen, or Goodneighbor, or Shawn…Hard to find a good time for anything but a quickie.”

He nodded along with your words, you were right, things had been unusually busy as of late. “Then maybe it’s time we take a day or two to ourselves, I can leave Goodneighbor in Fahrenheits hands, you can leave Preston in charge for a bit, I bet Piper or Nick would love to have Shawn for a day or two.” He pulled you to his side and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Then, we can have at each other till the sun comes up and goes back down again.” He pressed another sweet kiss to your head, then he whispered in your ear. “I wanna hear what my kitty sounds like when she purrs for me…”

His words sent a thrill down your spine and made butterflies flutter in your belly. There was heat in your eyes as you looked up at him, seconds from leaning in for a kiss when a sharp knock sounded at the office door. “Quick fucking, there’s work needs done!” Came Fahrenheits ever annoyed voice.

“Wish we had been fucking…” Hancock groaned as he threw his head back in frustration, then looked at you out the corner of his eyes. “Duty calls, Sweets.” Then he was on his feet and offering his hand to you. “Care to join? I think most of these thugs are more scared of you thank her at this point.” He joked.

You snorted a laugh as you let him pull you to your feet. “With Ashmaker in her hands, somehow I doubt that…” You answered as you both went to meet with the redhead.

It was another three weeks before everything was set up for you and Hancocks little vacation. As far as you knew, that was because of how long it took for everything to calm down even slightly and get word sent to all the parties involved in making it happen, but what you didn’t know was that it was partially Hancock stalling while he waited for a surprise to arrive by courier.

But when all was ready, Shawn was in Diamond City with Piper and Nat, Fahrenheit was ruling the roost in Goodneighbor, and Preston was shooing you away with the promise to keep the Minutemen from imploding in your absence.

This meant you and Hancock could disappear to your hidey-hole in the Red Rocket Station, where no one would bother you.

Walking through the door felt like being able to breathe again.

Hancock wasted no time taking your pack from you and disappearing into the backroom, which had long since been repurposed as a bedroom. “I’ll take care of these, go ahead and start getting comfortable.” He said with a quick kiss to your cheek before he was gone.

His rush had been expected, he was as pent up at you, but usually that meant he was clingy, wanting constant contact and never leaving your side. Normally he would have asked you to come with him to unpack.

Rather than let your suspicious curiosity get the better of you, you went to the garage, also repurposed as a living room, and fixed the pair of you a couple drinks then plopping down on the couch with a happy sigh.

Hancock called into the room a moment later asking if you minded turning the radio on, and when you got up to do so you heard him enter the room behind you. There was a split second of shuffling before he was at your back, pressing kisses to your neck and down to where it met your shoulder.

“God, I missed this…” He hummed happily as a slow song began to play.

The pair of you started to sway before he turned you and pulled you into a proper slow dance, foreheads pressed together tenderly, lost each other’s embrace as music filled the room.

He spun you slowly before pulling you back in and pulling you into a kiss, soft and slow just like the moment. No rushing, no urgency, just you and him, and all the time in the world to enjoy each other.

When the song ended you both sat on the couch to enjoy your drinks and relax from the road. Conversation never lacked for the pair of you, even if you were being very intentional about not talking about work, there were a thousand and one things you two could and did talk about.

Once your glasses were empty Hancock sat up. “I have a surprise for you, figured if we wanted to do this, we were gonna do it right.” He said as he reached over the end of the couch where you couldn’t see and produced a box. “Took some time to find someone to make it, and get it to us, but it was worth it.” He said as he passed it to you.

You lifted a brow. “What is it?” You asked, though you were already opening it slowly, like you expected it to blow up. Inside you were met with a headband with a pair of cat ears on it. The quality was certainly nothing like what you’d seen pre-war, but it was still beautifully made.

Soft fur the same color as your hair on a simple thin black fabric headband, thin enough that it would disappear into your hair when you put it on. You wondered for a moment how the maker had so perfectly matched your hair color, or where the fur had been sourced from, but those were questions for later, it didn’t feel human, and that was good enough for you.

You were at a loss for words as you looked at it. It was perfect.

“I’m gonna assume from your stunned silence that you like it?” Hancock teased softly as he watched you, chuckling softly when all you could respond with was a nod. “Good. I was worried it wouldn’t arrive before we left, but the courier showed up while you were packing yesterday.” He admitted, looking down at it bashfully. “You barely missed seeing him before he left.”

You recalled the moment he was talking about; you’d come outside to ask him where something was and he was holding the box and jumped when you said his name, then made a comment about needing to cut down on the jet.

“Wanna put it on?” He asked, an excited expectancy radiating from him, like a kid on Christmas morning.

You nodded. “Mind giving me a hand?” You asked, offering it to him.

“It would be my pleasure.” He said as he scooted closer and took it from you then carefully slipped the band around your head, moving your hair around till it covered the band and left only the ears visible.

“How’s it look?” You asked as he sat back to look at you.

“Purrfect.” He joked with a smirk, pulling a snorting laugh from you.

“Shut up, you cornball!” You managed through your giggles.

He leaned in as they died down and with a much softer grin said. “Beautiful. You’re always beautiful, but they suit you perfectly.” Then he pulled you into a tender kiss.

When you parted you felt the air shift slightly. “C-can I…?” You didn’t need to finish the question before he was nodding, eyes half lidded and full of heat.

He watched as you slipped off the couch to settle on the floor between his legs, sitting back on your heels in as close a manner to how a cat sits as you can manage, hands on the floor between your knees. His lips parted as he let out a careful breath at the sight.

“Look at you…” He drawled as he looked you over. “Never seen a prettier kitty in my life.” He said, slipping into the part of the owner easily, and you preened under his praise as he sat up a bit and ran a rough hand over your head, petting you sweetly.

Slipping into the headspace was easy, even after all the time that had passed, a small mewl fell from your lips as you nuzzled into his touch happily, and he continued to pet you as you settled against his leg, lazily rubbing into him the way a cat does when scenting, making little sounds like a purr.

“Such a good girl, Kitten…So beautiful…” He was speaking softly as he watched you descend further and further into subspace.

He’s seen you like this plenty of times, the two of you are kinky ass motherfuckers and it comes with the territory, but he never gets tired of watching your brain go blank and float away, the way your muscles loosen and the tension in your face drains away.

And God does he love to take care of you when you’re like that.

“Kitties don’t wear clothes, do they?” He murmured as he looked you over.

One could call it a team effort, taking off your clothes, but really it was mostly you lifting your arms and maneuvering however he needed you to to get them off, and once you were sat there, fully nude, was when you saw he was already hard and straining against the front of his pants.

The action was entirely without thought as you leaned in and nuzzled against the bulge, and it punched a shocked groan out of him. “Fuck, baby…!” He gasped, but didn’t stop you as you continued, but soon it wasn’t enough for either of you, and you reached out to untie the flag he used as a belt to get access to what you wanted.

“So needy, Kitten…Here, let me help.” He said, moving your fumbling fingers out of the way and taking over, untying the flag, then unbuttoning and zipping the past, pulling himself free with a relieved sigh.

“No paws, don’t want those claws to hurt me, do you?” He said with a teasing quirk of his lips.

You shook your head before leaning in, first brushing your lips over his sensitive tip, followed by your tongue. Calling them kitten licks is on the nose, but it’s really the only way to describe how you ran your tongue over his heated flesh.

When the tip began to leak you took it in your mouth and gave a slow suck, earning a low moan and hand gripping your hair. “Shit…Just like that…” He moaned as you sank lower, taking more of him in till you could bob your head slowly.

A look up found him already looking down at you, lips parted and breaths coming hard, eyes dark and drinking you in like water, it made a wave of heat roll through you, making your thighs clench in an effort to get some relief.

His eyes darted down to track the movement. “Think you can go to the bedroom for me? I’ll be right behind you.” He promised as he gazed down at you with those pitch-black eyes, always so full of life and emotion for all their monochrome color.

You made a sound like an affirmative and shifted to your hands and knees, now fully in the headspace and feeling no shame or embarrassment at crawling through the makeshift house to the bedroom, the whole time feeling his eyes on you.

You waited kneeling on the floor for him, and he came in shortly after with a can of clean water and a rag in hand, which found their home on the nightstand.

He stood over you next to the bed and patten the mattress. “Up you go.” He prompted, and you wasted not time climbing up. Once you were settled, he returned to petting your hair with one hand while the other tilted your chin up to look at him, he had this look in his eyes like he could stare at you forever if you let him.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in and left kisses on your forehead, then your temple, cheek, nose, and then finally lips. You sighed into the contact and leaned in, hands gripping at the sheets to keep you from falling into him with how off kilter you felt.

“Turn around and bend over for me, I want to see my Kittens pretty pussy.” He ordered against your lips before letting go so you could do as told.

And you did, with shaky legs and arms, body desperate for his touch, you faced away from him and pressed your face into the bed, ass in the air, which cooled the slick that had been leaking from you since you opened that box.

Hancock groans behind you at the sight before you feel him take your hips in hand. “Fuck…Now, that is a pretty sight…” He said before dragging a finger through your sopping folds. Letting out a high pleading sound you pressed back into his hold, only to earn a light slap to your rear. “Now, now. Don’t be impatient.” He chided before his touch disappeared, leaving you feeling a little adrift.

But then you heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor and his touch returned, and this time it was the thick tip of his cock that was teasing you, and it took everything in you not to buck back into him, desperate for him to fill you up.

Thankfully he didn’t make you wait long before he was pushing into you, his low moan mixing with your high gasp as he pushed in to the hilt. No movements were made for a short moment, the air was silent, then he started moving, and the sounds of skin on skin, the wet noises of his cock filling over and over, and both your pleasure wracked voiced formed a symphony in the room.

It was the kind of noise you couldn’t make at home, lest someone hear through the hole riddled walls.

The pleasure was shorter lived than either of you would have liked, so pent up from weeks without each other, that you both build up and came crashing down in a mess of shaking limbs and grasping hands.

But as quickly as the first round ended, the second one began, and Hancock was far from done with his Kitten.

[boarix]

Wraith in the Ruins: Meanwhile, Back in Goodneighbor III

The Straw

A look back-in-time, before Wraith woke up.

Trigger warnings: canon language/drug & alcohol use. Attempted suicide

Game Spoilers!

Please enjoy!

 “Checkmate!” Fahrenheit’s triumphant yell startled Harold, the Neighborhood Watch sanding guard at the door. He had been drifting off and her jubilation had made him spaz comically. Hancock pretended not to notice as he reached forward with dramatic slowness and resigned his king.

“You got me. Good match Fahr… hey… where…?”

As soon as the crown touched the board Fahrenheit had walked briskly around to Hancock’s private bar. Helping herself to a tumbler and what she knew for a fact was his best whiskey, she proceed to pour herself a very generous portion.

“Careful with that! That’s way more…”

Downing it like a shot, she was immediately overcome by a gasping, coughing fit, “Whasser! Hag erk!”

Laughing at her, Hancock provided an unnecessarily exuberant pat on the back before passing her a container of water, “Heh. Tried to warn ya. That there is a ‘sipping whiskey’. A deal is a deal I suppose, but I feel you’re a little young to be drinkn’ the hard shit.”

“I’m eighteen, Hancock.”

“Are you really? Christ am I getting old!” He felt a small pain in his heart; she was all grown up. “So when you movin’ out?”

Rolling her eyes, she smiled at him before pouring a more sensible portion, “Oh no! No way. You would get into way too much shit without me here.”

They heard footsteps coming up the stairs before Harold stuck his head in the door, “There’s a courier for you Mayor Hancock.”

“Ah, that would be a letter from Morningstar.” Hancock had recently been in correspondence with a huge player in the Capital Wasteland: Nyx Morningstar owned a majority share in the trade caravans that moved in and around the ruins to the south and Hancock wanted Goodneighbor to be part of her expansion north. Apparently, in addition to moving a vast array of goods, she also moved “packages” for the Railroad. Deacon had been pivotal in establishing the link, which was something that severely nettled Hancock.

Taking the proffered envelope, he tipped the courier before tearing it open, “Oh… It’s from Nick…” Color drained from Hancock’s face almost as soon as he began reading. Stumbling backward toward his desk, he missed his chair completely and fell heavily to the floor.

“Hancock!” Rushing to his side, Fahrenheit took the letter from his outstretched hand and began reading:

John,

It is with deep regret that I must inform you on the death of your parents.

I took the liberty of looking into their passing and could find no evidence of foul play. As you may know Patrick had fallen ill recently and as will sometimes happen, Martha followed him shortly to her rest.

Mayor McDonough had their remains cremated as is the custom.

If you need anything from me, or would like me to follow up, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Your friend,

Nick Valentine

Fahrenheit placed a hand on his shoulder, “John…”

Flinching at the contact Hancock’s voice was husky, “I need… I need you to go…”

Trying her best to be understanding, she left him in his office, shutting the door behind her. She told Harold to direct all future concerns to her and that the mayor was “Not to be disturbed!”

She expected him to go on a bender. She expected him to have a bedroom full of men and women at all hours of the night and day. Fahrenheit expected Bedlam. What she got was… nothing. Within 24 hours Hancock was apparently back to his normal self and it terrified her. When she finally worked up the nerve to ask him about it he had smiled and said, “These things happen.”

The letter from Morningstar came 3 days after Valentine’s. In it Nyx informed Hancock that she herself would be making the journey to Goodneighbor to finalize the trade agreement. Jumping into the preparations with almost hyper-like enthusiasm, Fahrenheit had a suspicion that Hancock was keeping himself together just to make sure the deal went through.

 As soon as Nyx stepped through the gate Fahrenheit could tell that this was a woman in power: confidence and strength emanated from her like rays of light from the sun. She was tall, built like a brick house and with blue-black hair and golden eyes she was strikingly beautiful. As if she wasn’t impressive enough on her own, she was accompanied by her personal bodyguard Charon, an absolute mountain of a ghoul.

If Hancock was intimidated he didn’t show it in the least. Emanating his own aura of confidence and charisma he greeted his guests with arms open wide, “Welcome to Goodneighbor my friends. May you find whatever it was you are looking for, even if you didn’t know you were looking. I trust your trip in was pleasantly uneventful?”

Shaking his offered hand, Nyx unleashed a devastating smile and the two fell into an easy banter as if they had been close friends for years. Hancock introduced Fahrenheit as his second and Nyx turned her smile on her like it was a weapon. The strong handshake and eye contact left Fahrenheit fighting flushed cheeks.

Fahrenheit decided she really didn’t care for Nyx Morningstar.

Over the next few days Hancock kept Fahrenheit with him as he danced the political dance; making sure she had a chance to observe a master at work. He welcomed any questions she had, even during actual haggling sessions. She felt pride in the level of trust he was showing her.

She was taken down a peg however when she realized the trade agreement wasn’t the only deal Nyx had going down in the Commonwealth. There were several meetings with key Railroad members, some of which Hancock was party to that Fahrenheit was not.

Fahrenheit decided she really didn’t care for Nyx Morningstar.

 She found the first broken mirror 2 days after the Morningstar caravan left. When she asked Hancock about how his bathroom mirror had been cracked he laughed it off, “Heh. These things happen.”

He was sleeping alone. Hancock almost always had a bedfellow.

The glass was broken on the portrait of the original John Hancock that the mayor kept in his office. The day after she had asked about it the picture vanished along with all the glass from the display cases throughout the State House.

He was destroying his reflection whenever and wherever he saw it and had taken to wearing gloves to hide his bloody and bandaged knuckles.

Fahrenheit wanted so badly to help him, but she couldn’t get him to talk to her. All the lessons he taught her on history and music as well as combat and arms in no way supplied her with the tools to help someone who was clearly on an emotional downward spiral. She even went to Daisy; one of the people that she knew for a fact actually cared about the mayor as a person.

“He won’t talk to me either, honey. Lord knows he’s hurting… maybe just give him some more time.”

Hancock made sure his internal struggle was invisible to the rest of the people of Goodneighbor by going about his mayoral duties as if nothing was wrong. The Morningstar caravan from Underworld to Goodneighbor was a huge success and goods and Railroad packages moved smoothly between the two cities.  In fact, to an outside observer, Goodneighbor had achieved a renaissance and Hancock was its da Vinci.

As if she wasn’t worried enough as it was, Fahrenheit’s anxiety got a major boost the day Hancock officially made her Captain of the Neighborhood Watch. He even had a small ceremony, (much to her embarrassment) followed by a large party at the Third Rail (where she was even more embarrassed).

A week later she couldn’t find him.

Keeping it quiet wasn’t easy. She didn’t ask around, she just patrolled in more specific areas of town where one might find a wayward mayor. Finally giving up she went back to his office. She found the note pinned to his coat on the seat of his desk chair.

She couldn’t even open it. Fahrenheit stared at the envelope as if it were a monster. If she turned away it may devour her, but if she continued to look at it there was no denying its existence.

“Where would he go…? He wouldn’t do it here.” She knew the note wouldn’t tell her. Hancock didn’t want to be stopped. This wasn’t a cry for help; he was looking for an end. “The ocean museum!” It hit her like a thunder-bolt. Grabbing his coat she sprinted out of the State House and ignoring the calls from her subordinates, she flew out of the gate and into the ruins.  

 It was dark by the time she entered the dry-dock warehouse just south of the Nahant Oceanological Society building. Hancock loved being close to the ocean and would often “threaten” Fahrenheit with potential fishing trips. She knew he would be there. Somewhere…

“…people who own little businesses of their own, the safer… the people who have a stake in their country and in their community are its best citizens…” She could hear Hancock’s voice, but it sounded odd; coarser than normal. Fahrenheit recognized he was repeating some of his favorite John Hancock quotes. “We must be unanimous; there must be no pulling different ways; we must hang together!”

When she finally saw him her heart froze and she dropped to her knees: he was standing naked in the center of a room wreathed in an iridescent green flame. Even as she watched he seemed to diminish, almost melt, before her eyes. His once shining mane of blond curls had all but fallen to the ground and his proud Roman nose was hanging by a shriveled piece of skin. He had stopped speaking for a moment and was watching the flames run up and down his arms as if entranced.

“John… no…”

He was beyond hearing her; lost in the high of whatever chem he had taken to cause his transformation. And transforming he was; Fahrenheit had grown up around ghouls and knew, without a doubt in her mind, what his end shape would be.

“John… why?”

“Resistance to tyranny…Harrrk” Choking on his own blood, he crouched into a fetal position as he coughed, “AAAGGHHHOO HAGGkkkk. Oh! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!” Fahrenheit flinched and stood up when he suddenly jumped back to a standing position. Throwing his hands out wide, he continued his rambling quotations, “There! I guess King George can now read my name without his spectacles, and he can double the reward on my head!”  

“Please John… Can you even hear me? Don’t you see me here? JOHN!”

Turning to her he took a few steps toward her extending his right hand as if pleading for help. But as he was still burning, she shied and backed away from his touch. Dropping his arm he stared at her with his now coal-black eyes, “I see you Fahr. Look! Now I’m as ugly on the outside as I’ve been on the inside all along. Along. Along… Inside is the outside as is the inside-out!” He turned away and continued his speech to an assembly only he could see, “I am a friend to righteous government, to a government founded upon the principles of reason and justice; but I glory in publicly avowing my eternal enmity to tyranny.”

“Please stop! Please don’t… you can’t do this to me. YOU FUCKING CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” She was crying now, openly sobbing, “You selfish fucking coward! Why did you do this? You can’t kill yourself!”

“I killed them all Fahr. They are all dead because of me.” The flames were beginning to dwindle as he walked back to stand in front of her.  He was now fully a ghoul and completely unrecognizable, “And you’re right Fahr; apparently I can’t even kill myself. That government is best which governs the least, because its people discipline themselves.”

“That’s wrong. That wasn’t John Hancock... that one was Jefferson.” She brought his coat up and buried her face in it, “Why would you try? Don’t you know what your death would have done to Goodneighbor?”

“You are all better off without me. Why th’ fuck did you come here? Why’d you bring that thing?” He pointed at the frock coat with obvious irritation, “I never earned the right to wear it anyway.” His eyes narrowed and he ran at her growling terribly, “HAAARRRRGGGGGGGAHHH!”

Rather than draw her side arm, she faced him down. Standing her ground, she called his bluff. His scarred face inches from hers, he continued to roar at her until he suddenly became fascinated by a boat in the corner. Running over to it, he climbed in and standing on the seat like it was a stage, started to hum Orange Colored Sky. Fahrenheit’s favorite song.

“I remember when you showed up with this,” She was looking down at the frock coat and had tenderness in her voice, “you looked so silly because it didn’t fit you, even as skinny as you are, but you still had your arms in it… all backwards… I was mad because you had cut yourself. I can still see you and Daisy sitting back-to-back, I sewed your hands back together while she let the coat out. You were making faces… trying to get me to laugh… oh John…” Crying bitterly she dropped to a crouch with the coat held to her face.  

“I’m sorry Fahr. I… I fucked up again. I thought that I could atone this way… I hurt you instead. I don’t ever want to hurt you. I knew there was a chance that I could survive, but end up as a ghoul. I thought I didn’t care which way it went.” He had come to sit next to her, legs crossed and hands in his lap he had made an effort to cover his nudity, “but maybe this will have to count for something.”

“Does it hurt? I have Med-X with me.”

“It hurts like a mother fucker! But… I deserve every second of this pain. I’m a Goddamn fool. I can’t ask ya to forgive me for this. I wouldn’t deserve it.”

“I… I’m really mad at you right now and I’ll be mad at you for the foreseeable future, but you know I love you so… Now what?”

“Now… I’m not sure.” Running a hand across his head, he realized perhaps for the first time, that his hair was gone.

“If you need some time to… heal? I can look after Goodneighbor for a bit, but I think the town needs you John.”

“Ya don’t think the people will have a few questions as to why their mayor is missing his nose?”

“I’m not sure most of them would be lucid enough to notice. The ones that do… they’ll know it’s you.”

“Who’s ‘you’? Who am I supposed to be now Fahr?”

She stood up and draped his coat around his shoulders, “John McDonough is officially dead. You killed him today.” Smiling sadly down at him she offered him her hand, “Your John Hancock of course.”

  Thank you for reading! Like what you read? Looking for more? Please see my Wraith in the Ruins master-link in my bio. =^..^=

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The Companions At Christmas

Cait: Doesn’t like Christmas, spent way to many Christmas working and fighting for other peoples enjoyment for her to really appreciate the holiday. The one thing she does like about it though is how for one day its socially acceptable to drink in the morning and be drunk all day, not like she wouldn't do that anyway. 

Piper: Has a high appreciation for the holiday especially when spending time with Nat and other people that she is  close to. People are also so much nicer then they usually are just because of the fact that it’s Christmas. Would absolutely help decorate the settlement, sing songs. Will also write lots of articles about it some good some bad but all in the spirit of Christmas. 

Curie: Loves everything about Christmas, the lights, the music, the presents, and especially the atmosphere, everyone seemed to be a little bit more joyous and kind around this time of year and it’s something that the commonwealth needs. She would totally get stuck in on decorating Sanctuary and finding the best ornaments for the tree.

Danse: Surprisingly really likes it, likes to make sure everything is organised though to minimise the risk of something going wrong. Doesn't really know why he likes it but the idea of decorating the tree and having Christmas dinner, and spending times with loved ones and sharing storya is outstanding. Especially when he gets new weapon mods from Sole. 

Codsworth: Will try and get presents for everybody absolutely loves it helps with the decorations and definitely in charge of Christmas dinner even though he can’ enjoy it himself he likes seeing everyone else have fun during what he believes to be the best holiday ever. Doesn't like all the cleaning up of plates and wrapping and ribbon afterwards though. 

Preston: Adores the holiday with all of his heart, loves all the happiness it brings to the Commonwealth and all of the settlements and settlers. Will try to spreed as much joy and happiness as possible simply trying to make people feel a little bit better in the horrid place that is the commonwealth. 

Deacon: Will dress up as Santa and make way too many Christmas puns. loves the holiday and everything about won’t let people know that and make them ques his opinions on it. His however big on gift giving and really gets into the jolly spirit of things. 

Hancock:  Takes a lot of chems, gets high off of his face and has an amazing time. The parties that go on in Goodneighbour are incredible and insanely dangerous yet outstanding that the same time. Everyone has fun and The Third Rail is more popular then ever. Hancock loves the holiday just everything about it is fascinating and a great excuse just to do whatever the hell he wants, but also spend quality time with the ones he cares about like Sole and Fahrenheit.

MacCready: Kind of likes it and trys to hide it inevitable fails. Always thinks of Duncan during the holiday and will ask Daisy to send him a little present that he has for him that he picked up on his travels like a teddy bear. Also thinks of it as a good time for stealing with people always buying and selling goods. Will also help out with decorations a few times but nothing major and in a rare occasion have a bit of a sing and dance but only when drunk. 

Nick: Actually really likes the holiday, people seem to be a lot calmer and nicer to Nick in diamond city just like Piper the spirit of Christmas for one day changes people perception of them. He worries that he only likes it because the old Nick did but seeing Diamond beautifully lit up with brilliant lights and decorations is a truly magnificent sight. He likes seeing everyone else have a good time and of course gives Ellie the day of to enjoy herself, and always gives her a lovely, neatly wrapped present. Spends a lot of time smoking and reminiscing about the past just because the atmosphere makes him feel nostalgic and thinks about the little things like this holiday that make the Commonwealth just a bit more bearable. 

X6-88: Nope just nope. See’s no point in in and no reason to like it and doesn't want to take part in any of the festivities. Realises that its all commercial value and desperate people wanting more caps, and hates how people tend to lower their guard or spend time away from their duties which are things that are actually important, and will try to explain this to people with no luck. 

Strong: Christmas is for weak humans, doesn't participate in any of the Christmas traditions unless Sole needs him to carry something like a box of decorations. Will only get a small present for sole which is usually something disgusting like a dead Radroach or some kind of meat, otherwise it a no from him. 

Dogmeat: Doesn't understand whats going on but loves it! He gets more treats, more attention and loves it, it’s just a great time for him. everyone's happy and together which Dogmeat loves, especially when everyone gives him their present to him and hes overwhelmed with affection and cuddles. 

Gage: Just thinks of it as a good way to make a few extra caps. folks willing to pay just that little bit extra for their loved ones means more business for Gage. Besides that he’s not a big fan of Christmas or any aspect of it all that kindness and love disgusting.  

Old Longfellow: Doesn’t care too much about, spend the last couple Christmas's alone in his cabin. Likes seeing everyone else happy though, in a way he see’s it through sole’s eyes. Not big on gift giving either but will get one for those that he is close too. also, like Cait likes getting very drunk very quickly. would also sing few Christmas here and there just in good spirit. 

I know its nowhere near Christmas and way to early to be thinking about it but, I had this little idea and decided to write about it so here you go.