#paladin danse x sole survivor

[gogogodzilla]

day 9, size difference

paladin danse x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, from danse's pov, mentions of riding & blowjobs, no dialogue, mentions of reader's breasts kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Danse was a hulking figure, and he knew that. His power armor helped, of course, but even out of it, he towered over his peers. He towered over you. 

You stood tall in your own ways. You were a leader in every sense of the word. When you defended him against Arthur’s rage, he swore you were eight feet tall. 

Danse loved how small you were, physically, compared to him. It was cliché, but he loved to hold your hand against his, taking in the difference. He also loved the difference in a more selfish way. His size made him feel like he could protect you, even if you were perfectly capable of handling yourself. You’d proven that time and time again. 

In a more intimate setting, he loved towering over you and bending your smaller frame however he liked. His favorite was to have you under him, legs pushed up so they were nearly over his shoulders, taking his thick cock like you were made for him.

He loved watching you squirm as he pushed inside you. You were so good for him. He was nearly drooling as your tight hole swallowed him inch by stimulating inch. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly fit another centimeter inside you, he was buried completely. He was gentle, most of the time. He knew he had to be and he didn’t want to hurt you. Other times, however, he’d lose himself and get so wrapped up inside you that he couldn’t contain himself. He’d bury himself to the hilt over and over again, the tip of his length brushing up against that sensitive spot over and over again. 

He’d apologize profusely when he saw you wincing as you rose from bed. He wasn’t a monster, and beneath his rough exterior, he cared for you. It’d gnaw at him for ages afterward, and he’d be terrified to touch you. You’d coax him back into your bed when you were ready and convince him that you’d speak up if you were hurting. 

In your not-so-rare moments of boldness, he loved when you rode him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you slowly sunk down his cock, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you focused on taking every single inch of him. Large hands palmed your breasts as you began bouncing up and down on his cock. When your thrusts became sloppy or you slowed down, he was quick to grab your hips and rut into you from below. He loved seeing you become a whining, cockdrunk mess as he took what he needed. If he was feeling particularly nice, he’d grab the globes of your ass and help guide you up and down on his cock. He loved watching your tits bounce as you leaned back and let him move your body how he wanted. 

He loved it when you jerked him off, your small hand barely wrapping around his length as you stroked him. You quickly made up for it by using both hands to milk his cock or using one hand to stroke what your mouth couldn’t reach. Fuck, he loved that mouth of yours. He loved the way you gagged around him when you tried to take all of him. Trying to be so good for him. 

You were always good for him, in any way he could get you. He thanked whatever omnipotent being was out there that he was lucky enough to spend even a second with you. He loved enveloping you in his arms when he held you at night. He loved the way it felt like he was keeping you safe in a world that was hell-bent on killing you at any waking moment. He loved that he could provide that solace for you.

[fallout-through-the-crawlout]

Danse: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.

Maccready:

Sole Survivor:

Deacon: Who won gold?

[mintsalsa]

relationship hcs — danse

a/n: yes fo4 in the lords year of 2023 bc i clearly havent gotten over this man in 8 years! 😀

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

danse is an incredibly layered character - it would take him particularly long to develop feelings for someone and even longer for him to actually realize he's falling in love

even when he can't help but finally acknowledge the strange feeling in his chest everytime he's around you, he would most likely still play it off

because he's so inexperienced with relationships, even friendships, he believes he's simply grateful to you for sparing his life

it's tough for him to express this gratitude with words early on, but even then he always has this burning desire to simply do things for you?

whether that's improving or polishing your weapons while you're asleep or organizing your desk when you're gone

all he knows is that he wants to be close to you, to protect you, to serve you - after all, you were the one that gave his life purpose after he left the brotherhood

it's only when one of your mutual friends starts teasing him about it that he questions his feelings further - and it's like a switch flips in his brain

all of a sudden he can't look you in the eyes anymore

he gets so flustered and overwhelmed by these new emotions, convinced it must be inappropriate for him to be feeling this way

when you stand a little too close to him his brain short-circuits, his breathing becomes unsteady and all he can think about is how much he wants you even closer to him

he does awkward pauses and clears his throat a lot when you're talking

obviously, he's terrified of losing you - or worse, scaring you away - so he wouldn't ever be the one to make a move, no matter how much the emotions in his stomach threaten to boil over

so when you finally pick up on it - it's actually not that difficult, he's kind of obvious - he'd be so, so relieved at you taking the lead

when your feelings are out in the open and he grows used to the change in relationship, there's a lot of inconspicuous flirting and delicate teasing

he finds out that he really, really likes kissing you (it's even better in reality than what he dreamed it would be)

whenever your lips find his and your hands his chin and neck, his heart feels like it's melting in his chest

even though his hands are rough, all his touches are so, so soft, so loving - a stark contrast to the image of the soldier he used to be

he handles you like a piece of fine china, afraid you could break and leave him behind all by himself

danse finds purpose and joy in your happiness, your love - emotions he was scared would stay forever lost

★ ! nsfw

ngl i headcanon danse as demisexual with medium to low drive to be physically intimate

he's not familiar with intimacy, and only after he falls head over heels and has his first experiences with you does he realize how rewarding it can be

his focus lies on your pleasure first and foremost, always, he's absolutely more on the giving end

he loves watching your face while his fingers play with you, he loves hearing you, feeling your body shift in his lap

he's so mesmerized by everything about you that his heart threatens to burst out of his chest every time he hears your soft moans

really, there's little in the world that gives danse the same satisfaction as making you cum

not much dirty talk, he prefers to whisper soft praises down the side of your neck every once in a while

despite everything he can be somewhat of a tease sometimes - the only time he'll enjoy having any kind of power over you

always takes such good care of you after and holds you in his arms while you drift off to sleep

© 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Paladin Danse x f!reader || Under you || SMUT

Title: Under you

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Danse (can be read as ss x Danse)

Characters: Danse, reader

Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, power dynamics in a sense that he outranks her in bos and that's used as a flimsy thread for pwp??, desk time, p in v, doggy, threat of being caught, injury that's basically forgotten halfway through, argument, ooc

Wordcount: 2800

a/n: the first fanfic for fallout and first time writing in a while so its has its issues but we ignore that for the serotonins my boiiii Danse gives me

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Opening the door to Danse's quaters onboard the Prydwen, you were greeted with his back towards you, broad shoulders covered by his BOS uniform. It wasn't every day you were faced with the realities of him outside of his armour.

However, you didn't look forward to this conversation given how he had left you at Knight-Captain Cade To get stitched up. His disappointment wasn't without merit, you had disregarded that order but with good reason, the civilians were the priority to you, not your own sensibilities of survival or self preservation.

You cleared your throat as you moved your hands to hook at your back. "Danse."You closed your eyes briefly and took a breath. "..Paladin Danse." You stated, keeping the clench of your teeth out of your voice as best you could ad you took the formal route.

He turned to regard you, eyes raking over you in a way that made you feel small before he took a breath.

"Did Knight-Captain Cade clear you?" He inquired, voice void of emotion as the remnants of the battle still courses through him, the images of your body bruised and bloody, the results still shining on the arch of your brow prominently. It's been a few hours and he's kept busy but it lingers on him, haunts him in a way he hadn't anticipated.

"Yes." You stated. "Well after few days rest, its honestly not even that bad Danse." You pulled against your shirt to reveal the stitched wound on your stomach, slight redness to the skin but nothing that would cause any worry. "Few days and I'll be back to kicking ass like I never even left."

Danse stood frozen for a moment, hands tightening ever so slightly at the clipboard he was holding at the sight of the exposed skin, knowing he shouldn't feel this way and much less when it was such an innocent gesture on your part when all you wanted to do was set his mind at ease. But the problem was that he had imagined it, had imagined his hands curled around that very skin, indenstations on your hips, on the smooth skin.

He knew his duties and what should take precedence but thoughts sometimes got a bit jumbled around you, feeling something growing in his chest, movement within in a way he couldn't decipher, anger at your actions and fear at your failures which he could argue was because of his role as your sponsor but he knew there was more to it and he should probably create some distance... but at the same time he had been elated when you asked him to accompany you on your outtings.

"That's.. uh that's good. "he stated, averting his eyes for a moment to think as he cleared his throat. "We still need to discuss your performance on the battlefield today, (Y/n).“ he took on the professional demeanor as he placed the clipboard on a nearby surface.

"I understand." You stated as you moved a few paces in his direction.

"You failed to follow a direct order." He stated. "You know what I told you when I chose to sponsor you. You are my responsibility and I can't have you-" he sighed and ran his hand over his face as he boiled at the thought. "You have a duty to this team."

It was definitely not an opportune moment as you watched him chastise you to feel the warmth in your body, the firmness in his stance, the power as he spoke. The brief flashes of when he carried your body to safety. Your attraction to the man was your own issue to deal with but it always creeps up when you need it the least.

You had imagined it was the lack of action that had you so wanton for the man but after a few nights with your hand between your legs with his name on your tongue and even a few drunken nights in goodneighbour, you had come to the conclusion that there had to be a little more to it than that but even so, the knowledge didn't stop the way you felt weak with his attention solely on you, it didn't stop your gaze from lingering or the butterflies in your stomach as his voice carried within the room.

You swallowed. "There were civilians, Danse. I could not let them be another casualty of war."

"You shouldn't have disobeyed." He stated firmly, brows furrowed as his voice raised slightly. "We would've-"

"They would've died." You interrupted. "You can't expect me to watch that happen when we could-"

He was always softer when it came to you, he knew that, he would wager that you knew it as well. He dismissed and even ignored many actions that might've seemed harsh in anothers eyes but nothing quite like the action he would commit when his lips met yours, a quick action that his mind couldn't quite compute but at the same time he felt vindicated. An entirely unprofessional offense against much of what he told himself and how he arrived to behave but you felt so real with his hands pressed to the side of your face, so soft pressed to his lips, so warm and pliable when you didn't pull away.

"You need to learn your place." He whispered against your lips as he pulled away, hands falling to your hips and pressing into the flesh. So many thoughts circling that were both impure and against the ideals of the brotherhood when it came to subordinates and colleagues.

You bit into your lip as you looked up at him, not quite the place you saw the conversation moving but it was definitely not unwelcome, just surpising and a little distracting with the way his fingers pressed into you, causing your brain to play catch up and wonder if this was real or not and whether you could push forth in the direction you desperately wanted to go.

"Are you gonna show me where that is?“ you whispered, breathe feeling like it was sucked from your body as you anticipated his reaction. Damn the pulsing between your legs that could have you on your knees in front of this man with a mere motion, a mere sliver that he wouldn't reject it.

He was quick to move you after the question, pressing you against the desk and hovering above you as a few small objects from his desk tumbled to the floor.

"Do you want me to?“ he asked, searching your expression for any sign of discomfort, wondering if he read the situation wrong, part of him wanting you to be the one to stop this so he didn't go against any of the bos ideals but hoping to whatever merciless god was out there that you wouldn't.

"Yeah.."you said softly, pushing through some forced confidence as you cleared your throat, meeting his eyes with a new form of what you hoped was seen as assurance. "Yes."

He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as his eyes stayed trained on you, an act that felt soft and intimate in the way silence fell until his hand slipped into your hair, grip tightening and crashing his lips to yours once more. You gave as fervently as you got, hands pressed to his chest.

His own hand lingered at your chest, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and easily pulling it over your head and then came the bra, frustration evident as his need for you grew. An array of pushing and prodding as the frustration lingered in veins at the limitation the pieces of cloth supplied.

Finally he manages to push the small piece of clothing from your body to some place on the floor, watching you sit on his desk like this with an expression that anyone would call wanton. His hand cupped your breast in his hand, watching as you worried your lip between your teeth at the action. Softness even in sound when he ran his thumb over the bud.

He had been gentle in the journey to get you somewhat undressed but he hadn't forgotten the comment that lead him here, the boil within his blood at the thought of your actions and the unobstructed sight of the wound now before him. The image of you had not been enough to still the turmoil within him. The kindness he valued in you was the thing that would disregard order and yourself which brought him to this bridge but he could easily show you order, power, even show you your place as he had said. He would not be entirely wrong to say you place was under him but perhaps not in the sense that he would like and would enforce tonight.

He quickly undid the button of your pants, hands wrapping around your hips at a lingering thought, the need growing within him, a grip that lingered but didn't alarm you as he pulled you towards him but then a sudden shift as the direction changed, as he flipped you around, using his body to press you to the desk, hand pressing against against your upper back until you took the position he wanted. The new position added an ache to the wound on your torso, slight hiss that you doubt he even heard.

The desk was cool against your breast, anticipation as you kept yourself pressed to the surface, eyes looking behind at the man and only feeling the anticipation and want grow as his eyes travelled across your body.

"Such disobedience." He murmured as his hands slid down your back, fingers hooking in the waist and of the pants and pulling it over the curve of your ass along with your underwear. "Perhaps I had been too lenient with you." He stated, a tone that didn't quite match the content as his hands spread over your ass and squeezed. He lowered himself over your body, chest ghosting over your back as his lips pressed close to your ear and his own bulge pressing against your back side so temptingly. "I should correct that misstep, shouldn't I. Show you what insubordination gets you." He punctuated the word with the grind of his hips to yours.

You bit your lip as you spread your legs as much as you could given the pants around your thighs limiting your movement. Needing him to touch you in any way he wished, to use your body just as long as he touched you without all the layers between you.

The press of him eased up when he fiddled with his uniform, fighting to pry it from his body as quickly as possible at the sight of your pliable form. He hadn't bothered further than getting it passed his hips. For a moment he was dumbstruck, so many things he wanted but the uncertainty of whether he would get such a perfect opportunity to enact them made him slow to act, pressing two fingers to your entrance and spreading your slick and shallowly pressing into you to test the waters.

A whimper sounded past your lips as you closed your eyes at the feeling. It had been so long since someone else had touched you and though you had the nights where you had came around your fingers at the thought of him, it was miles apart from this, from his warm fingers spreading your cunt.

"That's a good girl."He commented, watching as his fingers disappear into your needy cunt, glistening in the light when he retracted, soft whimpers spilling from your lips and body rocking back against him softly. You were so compliant like this, such a pretty image that he would definitely be revisiting at a later time.

He removed his fingers from you, earning an annoyed sound and a glance back, he couldn't hide his glee at the state he could leave you in but at the same time, he needed to be inside you, needed you to clench around his cock and take him like you were meant to.

His hand wrapped around your hip, the other going to his cock and lining up. He pushed in slowly, groaning at the wetness until he settled, hips pressed to yours. The situation led you to believe he would give the time for you to adjust, he had always been accommodating and he had taken his time with pushing into you but he had other plans, other wants to allowed him to bypass that courtesy.

His hand slipped into your hair and tightened, pressing you to the desk if you just so happen to get any other ideas. His hips snapped, shallowly at first as he got used to the tightness. You cried out at the feeling, the pain that got dwarfed by the pleasure and he quickly pressed a hand over your mouth to silence your cries as he pressed closer to your ear.

"Wouldn't want anyone to come see what's wrong, would we?" He granted against your back, teeth scratching against your shoulder blade as he momentarily slowed his movements. "This is quite the position for a knight to be in."

Your hand wrapped around his wrist as his hips picked up the pace, closing your eyes as you took what he gave, imagining if someone did walk in, perhaps a scribe or Cade or even Maxson, seeing Danse give it to you, perhaps they could corroborate that this was real because it felt like you were floating, like he was splitting your skull in half and all you could do was think about how fucking full of him you felt. Punishment be damned, you needed them to know Danse was fucking you, that he chose you even if just a momentary lapse.

Suddenly he pulled out, flipping you over like you weighed nothing, you bit into your lip at the full sight of him, bare chest and cock at attention. He, on the other hand, had no notions of taking in the moment, taking hold of your legs and pressing them to your chest so he could get easy access to that tight cunt of yours, immediately pressing home at the first opportunity.

You moaned at the feeling, pressing your palm to your lips given his previous comments even with your own voyeuristic fantasies and the need to have him do it, to control every aspect of the situation, to set the perimeter and feel his hand press to the sides of your face as you just laid there and took it.

He could feel his end approaching, hand pressing and prodding at your skin at the thought of losing access, finally lingering at your clit at the thought of you coming on his cock.

"Hold this." He commanded, taking your free hand and wrapping it around your legs. You did as you were told, glossy eyes watching the man before you and then keening when he touched you, thumb rubbing against your clit in fast, tight circles and you knew you were done for.

"Danse.." you cried, hand slipping from your lips as you moaned into the air, neither of you seeming to care at the moment as his hips snapped into you with renewed vigor at the sound of his name falling from your lips. "Please-I.."

"I know." He stated, interuppting your train of thought. "Be a good girl and come for me."

Again, you did as he asked, feeling the warmth spread throughout your limbs as your walls clenched around him. The cry that left your lips would most likely be heard past his door followed by the mantra of his name as you fought through the intense emotion.

He had to fight to keep moving past the the clench of you, giving a few shallow thrusts before he came inside of you, ropes of his come hitting your walls as he stilled deep inside of you with a grunt of your name.

A few moments passed of heavy breathing before he pulled out, watching as his come slipped out of you which he promptly pushed back inside of you with two fingers which elicited a whimper from you.

Coming back to his sensibilities, he retracted from you, softly removing your hand from your legs and setting them to the floor and pulling you to a seating position. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled your pants back over your hips and then picked you up bridal style, wordlessly. He hoped you were alright, that he hadn't made a mistake by giving into his most base desires for you. He cared for you and he hoped for more than the structure provided under this militarristic life but that was a whole other can of worms.

He placed you in his bed, getting in behind you and wrapping an arm around your middle. He could steal this moment, could he not. If you were to resent him for his actions, at least he could pretend in this moment as you fall asleep pressed to his chest.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

To Victory ↠ Danse x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.8k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Danse has a crush on you and doesn't know how to communicate that.

"Get behind me, soldier!" Danse shouted, clicking the safety off his gun as he moved to shield you from the hoard of ferals sprinting your way.

"Why do you keep doing that?" You asked once everything had been killed.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You keep stepping out in front of me. I've taken on ferals before, you know? I could've killed them." You smiled as you spoke. For a while now, Danse had been quick to defend you from any slight danger the two of you encountered on your mission. It was nice of him to do and you appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't at all necessary.

"I―uh, I do it for everyone." He sheepishly said.

"For squires maybe, but I've never seen you do it for any of the other knights." You were trying hard to meet his gaze, but he seemed to hold it strictly ahead.

Your statement seemed to fluster him as he started to stutter, "I―are you sure?"

"I'm sure." You giggled, "Maybe I'm just special." You teased, grinning when you saw how embarrassed he was quickly becoming. "Anyway," You began, "what's first on the list?"

"Maxson's sent us to clear out a building in Lexington. We wipe out everything in it, and then we're done for the day." He recited, messing with something on the side of his gun.

You shrugged, "Sounds simple enough. Are you doing anything after? Maybe we could go get a drink or something?"

"A―uh, a drink? From where?"

"The Prydwen I reckon. Unless you wanted to go all the way down to Diamond City, but that's a far walk. I'd rather just alert a Vertibird to our location and fly back home, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah―let's get a drink after this."

You nudged his shoulder with your own as you walked―or more so his side as he towered over you in his power armor, "No need to be so stiff, we've shared a bed before, remember? What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on, I'm perfectly fine, soldier." He answered, still avoiding your gaze.

You hummed, "If you so say."

You coughed as the smoke signal from the Vertibird grenade floated upward into the sky, calling the two of you a much-needed ride. The Super Duper Mart was packed full of ferals when you entered, and completely empty when you left. It was easy work for the two of you, even if Danse was on edge the entire time.

"Good work out there," Danse announced, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder once the two of you border the large machine.

"Thanks, Danse. We needed something easy after the last mission at Fort Strong."

The bar on the Prydwen was clustered, full of your coworkers as it usually is in the late afternoons. Tons of people stood together in the singular hallway where the weapon and drinks were being sold, the majority being there for both services. You felt yourself being pushed into Danse on multiple occasions, having to apologize after every shove.

"Cheers to another victory?" You spoke, holding your bottle out towards your companion, resting your hand on his arm to stabilize yourself in the overflowing crowd.

He grinned at you, clinking his glass with your own, "Yeah, cheers to our victory."

You stared at him expectantly for a moment, watching him take a sip of his drink, "So, you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, Danse, don't act like you haven't been acting stranger lately, you're all awkward and shit. What's going on?"

"I just―have a lot on my mind." He vaguely admitted, focusing his gaze on his glass intently.

"Oh yeah? And what's the big thing you're keeping secret?" You asked, leaning closer to the bigger man.

"Ask me again later." He responded, "I rather not be around so many people when I tell you."

The subject was then forgotten about as you rambled to him about your week, him adding his input as you went before the two of you went off to your respective bunkers. Danse's heart ached for you every step of the way as he watched you disappear out of sight. He'd tell you how he felt one day, it just had to be the right time. He just prayed that time would come soon, or never at all, that'd be nice. He wished he could just sweep it all under the rug and forget about it. He hated the way he worried for you, it did nothing but make him tense. You both had a victory on your most recent mission, but he still didn't make any more progress on admitting his feelings for you, it'd have to remain a battle for another day.

[lemonlimelionoc]

Sole: *Walks around the corner only for a feral ghoul to pop up in front of them*

Danse:*Throws a Molotov cocktail at both of us* “Send them back to Hell!!”

Sole: *Stunned* “Danse, what the actual fuck?!”

[persephinae]

[chapter 9]

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,050

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I was thinking about extending this, but I decided to just leave it at this for now. This was inspired by the fact that in my play through my characters charisma is maxed out, and what have you. Anyways Preston flirts with my character a little bit, him just being at a loss for words, and complimenting how pretty my character is. Anyways he'll do that while I'm standing there with Danse, and sometimes Danse will sigh heavily after he makes those comments. It's probably just a coincidence, but this idea bloomed because of those encounters. I might write about this at some point later on, but if you'd like to you're welcome to use this as inspiration. (But I'm sure someone else has probably already done this!)

[xxadvictoriamxx]

general relationship headcannons <3

it might've taken awhile to finally realize you love him and actually accept it's a thing, but once he does, good god. he will not let you out of his sight. not in a controlling manner but he's just worried about something happening to you. and for good reasons. you're always running around getting yourself hurt 🙄

absolute softy <3 sometimes it's a bit hard to believe there's a person under all that power armor. not that he makes it any easier

he will, without fail, put your needs over his. you're cold? he'll wrap his arms around you until you're warm. you're hungry? you can have the last bit of food. he'll go find more. maybe it's a brotherhood thing? either was it's still adorable

if you climb onto his lap and fall asleep, he'll just melt. the fact that anyone could have feelings for him especially after blind betrayal is still a bit surprising. and you just crawled over to him!

speaking of falling asleep on him, he won't move an inch until you wake up. what if he wakes you up? :(

he absolutely loves kisses. except for when it's 100% not the right time. he'll just give you a little glare and wait until you're actually alone to shower you with affection. or vice versa! he loves it when you shower him with kisses and cuddles after a long mission and tell him how much you love him. or show him ;)

the flirting! he'll turn as red as a tato and deny ever blushing. but sometimes it goes over his head? poor little toaster doesn't understand compliments :( or sarcasm...

sometimes he uses long, overly complicated words to get his point across. don't worry, he just ate a dictionary as an initiate

he loves gifts! and giving gifts! he once asked about the things people did to pass time before the war and was really curious about movies! sometimes when you're at Starlight Drive-In you can catch him poking around the buildings looking for old tapes. if you manage to find a mostly in-tact movie and fix it up a bit with Kent's help of course he'll beam like a little kid

[fusionnukacola]

Sole using those two handles on Danse’s power armor to be eye level with him. I can just imagine him getting all flustered lol

Oh my god. I accidentally deleted the original response to this and it was 90% done and I just....

Well, starting over! Think of it like my second draft. Love the ask, thank you.

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"Hey," Sole started. "You have some dirt on your forehead."

Danse frowned. They were walking back to the police station after taking care of the ghouls near there when Sole pointed that out.

He tried smudging it with his hand, and Sole shook their head. "Here, let me."

His eyebrows furrowed.

"But, how are you going to-" Danse let out a surprised sound, Sole just took hold of the handles on his power armor and lifted themselves up.

He watched as they used the hand not holding on to bring it up to his forehead and properly wipe it away.

After a few moments, they dropped off.

"There you go." Sole grinned.

Danse's face was entirely red as a tato, the blush fading down the exposed neck while he stuttered. "Uh.. thank you."

"No problem." They continued on, seemingly not as affected by the situation as he was.

[fallout-through-the-crawlout]

-playing fuck marry kill-

Sole Survivor: Preston, Hancock, and Danse? Easy. Fuck Hancock, marry Danse, kill Preston

Piper: YOU’D KILL PRESTON??

Cait: YOU’D FUCK HANCOCK??

Hancock: YOU’D MARRY DANSE???

[baddieladdie]

On Love & Loss

For mature audience, TW: Grief, Fear, mild gore

Chapter 2 - The Paladin [Chapter 1 - The General]

POV: The Armored man

Paladin Danse stares dumbly at the unmoving body.

The blow certainly was not enough to kill her, but it was more violence than his reconnaissance mission required. The woman's arm was bent poorly, more than broken. Even with his untrained eye, he knew the protruding bone needed a higher standard of care than what a wasteland ‘doctor’ could provide. The medic on the Prydwen, Knight-Captain Cade, would be amply prepared to effectively heal her arm. It wasn’t standard practice to bring advisories onboard, but after causing such an injury….It would be unconscionable to leave the woman here. 

He bends down stiffly, scooping his arm gently under her head and waist. She was so thin…no wonder she folded like washi paper. Lifting her was akin to picking up a bunch of grapes.

“Where are you taking Nora?” A meek voice asked. Danse looked up to see a quite small child step out of the shed. Six more little, frightened faces watched from the edge of the shed.

Danse wasn’t great with kids, he rarely saw any. But he could at least look them in the eye. He gently lowered the woman’s limp body back to ground, stained with her blood. The Paladin removed his helmet, revealing tired brown eyes and scraggly 5 o’clock shadow.  “The General is hurt. I’m taking her to the Prydwen for Medical Attention,” his voice flat and robotic from years in the service.

“...You hurt her.” The brave girl's voice shook, the other six watched him nervously. 

“I-I know.” An unexpected pang of guilt seized in his chest. “What were you doing with the General?”

“The General?” The child asked, staring at the motionless body. “You mean Nora?”

“This is the General of the Minutemen.” He gestures to the body. “What were you doing here?”

“Nora doesn't like it when adults call her General. Only strangers call her that. And Nora told us not to talk to strangers.” The girl shrunk nervously.

A younger child, a little girl perhaps based on the dirty pale rose dress she wore stepped out of the shed. “She was taking us to Sanctuary, to meet our new Mummies and Daddies! Some Mommies and Daddies lost their babies, like Nora did. She says there are playgrounds, and farms, and um…” The girl pauses, searching for the word.

“And a rest-aur-aunt!” A young boy struggled to pronounce the unfamiliar word. “It’s a place where food is made for all families. Everybody gets to eat! And it’s super tasty.”

Danse looked down at the body beneath him. The arm he had broken. The blood from her head soaking into dry soil around her. A haunting, bloody halo. It was then he understood why she wasn’t cooperating with his questioning. 'Nora' was drawing him away from the shed, protecting the children she was trying to save after losing her own. She didn’t stand a chance. She wore her vault suit and not much else. In her place, he wasn’t sure he could have shown the same bravery to stand up to heavily armored man and a vertibird crew.

Danse sighs heavily and fastens his helmet back on. He radios in a brief report and instruction to the pilot and turns his attention back to children who were beginning to gather outside of the shed to stare with a mix of curiosity and fear.

Scribe Haylen clambered out of the vertibird with an armful of adult ear protection. Vertibirds weren’t commonly used to bus about children. Today, they’d have to make due.

“Human children,” Danse cringed at himself briefly. “Haylen will provide you each with ear protection. The Brotherhood of Steel will complete your journey to Sanctuary.”

“But how will you do that? It’s almost night time.” A child asked.

“We’re going to fly you there!” Haylen chimed, pointed at the vertibird behind her.

“You mean we get to ride in one of those things!” The little girl exclaimed.

“You bet, now put these on!” Scribe Haylen leaned down, stretching the adult ear protection over the young boy's ears.

Paladin Danse observed his loyal scribe struggle and succeed in preparing the children for their first Vertibird ride. He took a mental note to record her actions for a future commendation. His armor clambered loudly as he walked back to the General's limp body. Danse slid his arm under Nora’s head and waist. Her head rolled back against his steel forearm the moment she was lifted off the ground.

“Danse! Be careful!” Haylen scolded, boosting the last of the children onto the Vertibird.

“Right, right.” Danse more carefully supported her head and mindfully watched her limbs swing with his every step. "Scribe, remain with the children in the passenger area. I'll take the General to sit up front with the pilot."  Better to avoid further traumatizing the children with the damaged body. He also hoped to avoid any further questions by the settlers in Sanctuary. Haylen can drop off the children with some excuse along the lines of Brotherhood support in the Commonwealth. Then, we'll return to the Prydwen. Elder Maxson will need an update on the situation. Now that was a conversation he was already dreading...

Also posted on my ao3!

[paladins-heart]

Danse was proud of Brianna :>

[makahimetenshi]

I dont just believe that Danse is the best romance option because he is the one of the strongest companions or because he has a much bigger variety of lines for different situations

But he is so in love with you, he loves you so much, he says the most beautiful things and looks at you so deep

[rakimaiirisa]

Collars and tuffs

[persephinae]

[chapter 8]