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What would happen if Sole got completely doused in red paint, but the companions thought it was blood?

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This was a small, fun one! I can’t believe the Fallout 4 community is still alive (-ish)!

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Cait: Cait got so worried and panicked when she saw the redness on Sole, but quickly realized what it wasn’t blood, since she had been in enough fights to recognize blood. That���s when it started. She could absolutely not stop laughing whatsoever. It was probably half an hour before she stopped laughing, but then she looked over at Sole who was trying fruitlessly to get the paint off and she once again broke down into laughter. It took a long time before the fighter could look at Sole without giggling or smiling stupidly, but she was less amused when it happened to herself a few months later, and now it was Sole’s turn to laugh.

Curie: Curie didn’t understand at all, and started asking many, many questions after she had stopped crying in panic and had been reassured three times that it wasn’t blood, that Sole was fine and unhurt. Why did you do this? You didn’t? How did this happen? Who did this? What is the purpose? Is it an old tradition? A new tradition? Why red? I like blue better, why not blue? Why would MacCready do this? Is it some sort of romantic gesture? Does he want to steal you away from me? Why are you looking for paint as well? Haven’t you already been covered enough? Why did you choose the green one? Blue is better, here you go! No, I don’t know where MacCready is… Why? What are you… Sole! What’re you doing? Revenge is not the way to go… but yes, I’ll help you. He’s over here! 

No one believed MacCready when he told them it was Curie who doused him in paint, especially not when she stood nearby, giggling adorably and said “Very pretty blue, you look better!”

Danse: Danse was a large broad-shouldered man, which only made his freak-out even more surprising. The large man’s face turned a ghostly pale color, before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he promptly flopped onto the ground, MacCready nearby yelling ‘Timberrrr!’. He woke up after a few minutes to the sound of MacCready shrieking girlishly (something he’d strongly deny afterwards) and being chased by a furious Sole. Danse concluded that if they were well enough to chase the childish mercenary around with a sledgehammer, they were fine. Normal, even.

Deacon: Deacon stared at Sole for a few moments, before sighing and tugging his jacket off. “You should’ve told me we changed the theme of the day.” He complained, then poured an entire bucket of red paint over himself, leaving Sole gaping as he lead the way with a ‘well come on! This mission needs to be done by nightfall’.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat was a dog. A dog is known for having a keen sense of smell. A dog can’t see color either. There’s no fooling Dogmeat! Although he is rather confused as of why they’ve decided to cover themselves in a thick smelly liquid, but hey, who’s he to judge?

Hancock: Hancock stared at the red figure in his doorway, recognizing Sole but undoubtedly very confused about the layer of crimson paint on them. He looked at the drugs in his hand that he had been using before they entered the room. Back at Sole. Back to the drugs. Sole. Drugs. Sole. Drugs. “I must’ve gotten a bad Jet.”

MacCready: MacCready had of course been the one who’d doused the survivor in a thick layer of paint when they rounded the corner of the house. The mercenary nearly fell off the roof from his own laughter, Sole’s unamused look not stifling his amusement the slightest. Even though Sole tried to stay mad at the man, they couldn’t deny that the prank was funny and clever, and the man’s laughter was infectious, so it didn’t take long before they were laughing along with him. Neither of them laughed when they had to get the now dried paint off Sole, the paint pulling at just about every hair on their body, whines and curses flooding out through the walls of the house as MacCready worked on returning Sole to their usual color. He was unable to hide the huge smirk on his face though, small giggles sounding from the young man as they slowly made progress, making Sole punch them every five minutes. He made it up by finding a rare edition of Sole’s favorite magazine, as well as a nice dinner. It was Sole’s turn to laugh when MacCready made the mistake of trying the same stunt with Danse, and ended up nursing a black eye for a few weeks.

Nick: Nick was often teased as being a wise old man, and he had to be smart to be a detective. Therefore he was one of the only ones who knew it wasn’t blood, stating that the shade was a few nuances too bright to be blood for the duration of time they would’ve been bleeding, if it was in fact, blood. MacCready pouted childishly at the man’s ability to see through the prank quickly and stomped away, displeased with the lack of reaction from the synth. Once MacCready had left though, a sigh dropped from Nick’s mouth and he gently wiped some paint from their cheek, pressing a light kiss to that now clear spot. “You had me worried for a second there. Don’t do this again.”

Piper: Piper freaked out completely, yelling for help as she stormed over to Sole, crying and panicking. When Sole merely looked confused and stood strongly without falling over from bloodloss, Piper frowned and then realized it was just paint. She stood still for a few seconds, angrily wiping tears from her cheeks before she took out her camera whilst Sole was trying to wipe paint off of their face. She snapped a photo and made an article about ‘the mystical red monster terrorizes local Brahmin’ much to the amusement of the entire Wasteland. Except Sole, of course, who proceeded to ignore the journalist for a few days, much to Piper’s displeasure. She had learned her lesson.

Preston: Preston freaked out for a few moments, instantly rushing over to them and gripping their arms, dark hues filled with worry and fear. Upon realizing it was paint, he was very confused, but slowly he began laughing quietly, Sole scowling but after a few seconds they began laughing as well. Preston spent the next two hours helping them get the paint off of them, both of them ending up wet in the tub together, cuddling and laughing until the water started to get cold.

X6-88: X6 was the pure definition of confusion when Sole walked into the settlement, covered from head to toe in red paint, a scowl on their face. He immediately recognized  He opened his mouth a few times, dozens of questions on his tongue, but eventually he shut his mouth and shook his head with a sigh. He wouldn’t even ask, much to Sole’s relief. When MacCready showed up with half his hair missing and a nasty bruise on his cheekbone, Sole was the only one who turned towards the Synth with wide eyes, the stoic man shrugging before continuing cleaning his weapon nonchalantly. No matter how many times Sole asked, X6-88 wasn’t talking, and eventually they gave up. Maybe they’d imagined that hint of satisfaction in the man’s gaze?

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Hello! I found your blog only a couple hours ago and I already love it! My question was could you make a reaction to the companions cheating on Sole and getting caught by an unforgiving Sole? Thank you~!

Oooh, interesting idea! Finally found time amongst all this college and whatnot to write some reacts! Also, extra lengthy as a poor apology for my inactivity!

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Cait: Cait wouldn’t ever cheat, she was too loyal to Sole, and frequently threatened Sole with several brutal punishments, including mulation and the loss of all their blood, if they ever even thought about cheating on them.

Curie: Sole’s eyebrow raised when they stepped into the room, Curie dead asleep under the covers with a mysterious human-like bump next to her, her shoulders bare and shining slightly under the strip of moonlight that invaded the room through the cracked window (MacCready’s fault, of course, he just hadn’t fixed it yet). Had it been anyone else than her, Sole might’ve considered her cheating on them, but as they tugged the covers aside, a dog-head popped up and a pink tongue lolled out, Dogmeat looking just as pleased as the now sleepy, blurry-eyed Curie. “S-sole?” Her voice was a low sleepy mumble, and Sole chuckled before shushing her. “Go back to sleep.” They said, although the woman had already passed out again, clearly having gotten little sleep during Sole’s week-long mission. Dogmeat crawled down to the foot of the bed and Sole fell asleep with their arms around their lover and a happy dog on top of their soon numb feet and legs.

Danse: Normally, when one was caught in the act of cheating by their partner, they would apologize, try to make up for it. Not Danse. Danse stood, ignored the woman who scrambled away and without caring about his lack of clothing, stood in front of Sole who was trembling and trying not to either yell or cry, hurt by the man’s actions. “It was necessary for the mission.” Sole’s jaw dropped and they stared unblinkingly at the man, stoic in features but the slightest hint of regret in his dark hues. The man was a soldier and obeyed any commands given from one of a high position, so when Maxson commanded them to infiltrate the copy-cat soldier unit that was wreaking havoc under the name of the Brotherhood of Steel, he didn’t hesitate. Even when sleeping with the top commander turned out to be the way in. Appalled by the man they thought they had got to know well enough, the survivor turned and ran, and was therefore unable to see Danse’s face contort into pain and his hands grip his hair aggressively, pain and conflict painted all across his face. Split between his loyalty and his love, the man completed the mission, but after a month of sleepless nights and longing, he went rogue, seeking out Sole at one of the settlements he had helped build up. Finding them, sickly and weak from grief and sorrow, Danse nursed them back to help despite the coldness and defensiveness they treated him with at first, but eventually after many weeks, Sole warmed up to them again and they become stronger than ever together. Never did Danse regret leaving the Brotherhood after that, and when they were brought down from rebellion and moles on the inside, he barely grieved, knowing he had little friends left there anyway.

Deacon: “It’s not what it seems like.” Deacon was known for being a liar, a fraud, a cheat, but right then, right now, Sole believed him. They’d known the man for quite some time, and the look in his eyes and feeling in their own heart lead them to believe the man, their head nodding up and down and prompting a relieved sigh from the sunglass-wearing man in front of them. “You have five seconds to get your skinny face out of here, or you’ll be missing half your skin.” Sole’s threat was enough to wipe the sly smirk off the woman’s face and completely naked she ran out of the house, narrowly avoiding nicking herself on the large hunting knife in Sole’s hand. The two shared a laugh and after replacing the duvet - they’d rather not continue smelling her horrible death-like perfume on the cloth - they laid in the bed together, silent and content to just be at peace. “I’ve never been attacked with the treat of sex before, nor have I been as terrified of a woman.” Sole laughed and gave him a kiss on his grinning face.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat had begun tagging along with Preston more, much to the sadness of Sole. They’d become convinced they’d lost Dogmeat to the other man, but upon turning a corner one day and spotting Preston giving Dogmeat treats, Sole turned around and left, only to return with a tire iron and an icy glare. No one had the right to bride Dogmeat away from her! No one commented on Preston’s black eye and limping walk the following weeks, well away by the smug look on Sole’s face as Dogmeat padded along besides them what had happened. No one messes with Sole’s Dogmeat.

Hancock: It would be a lie if Sole hadn’t expected Hancock to be like that when they first met, but as they got closer and eventually become a couple, several star-gazing and deep talk episodes later that first judgement had vanished completely and Sole put all their trust into the man. That’s why it hurt especially bad when they walked in on the man with not only one but two women in his bed, the scent of alcohol and drugs in the air little excuse. Hancock knew he had screwed up and quickly threw the women out in the attempt of salvaging something, but it was too late. Sole spent the next hour yelling at the man with tears down their face, the ghoul silent and just accepting the words thrown at him. When Sole stopped and collapsed into a sobbing mess of grief and hurt, the man defied her

MacCready: The young man was near tears as he fell to his knees in front of Sole, who couldn’t stop staring down at MacCready with a look of horror and heart wrenching disappointment. They’d stepped into their shared home in Diamond City to see their lover in bed with one of the women of the city, the flushed woman scrambling underneath the covers but not making a move to run, probably because Sole was standing in the doorway. Completely ignoring MacCready’s nudeness and fueled by hurt and anger, the lone survivor pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the woman at first, causing her to shriek in a horrible tone and scramble out the backdoor that Sole nodded her in the direction at with a demeaning glare. A sigh was heard from MacCready, the man believing that Sole had forgiven them, but the survivor then turned their gun to rest against the now terrified man’s forehead. “Out.” “What? No, let me explain-” “No explanation will be good enough. You broke my trust and your promise, you’ve got to go.” MacCready kept protesting for a few minutes, begging and pleading but when Sole broke and started yelling with tears down their cheeks, their tough facade crumbling under the intense grief, MacCready gave in and left. He spent the next months trying to make up for it, but when Sole vanished from the face of the earth, he had to give up after a few months of searching. None of their other companions would tell him where they had gone, most of them actually didn’t know. Sole was gone.

Nick: “Sole…” For the first time since they met, Sole flinched back from the man’s metal hand, the sadness in Nick’s golden hues undeniable as he stared at the figure of his loved on retreat slowly backwards. They’d never shied away from him before, but now they did, as he stood without a shred of clothing on his nude form in the middle of their- no, now it was probably just his’ room, a newly arrived member of the settlement hiding in vain underneath the covers. Without another word, sole turned and ran out, Nick’s hand stretched out into nothing for a few seconds before a sigh dropped from his mouth, eyes closing, head tilting down and arm falling limp at his side. “You better be out of here when I get back, Clara.” He’d got some major apologizing and making up for ahead of him.

Piper: Sole had returned home a few days early to surprise their lover, but the gifts they’d brought for her fell to the ground when she heard sounds from their house. Sounds they’d heard from Piper before but only when they were together at night, not like this. There was a foreign voice mixed in, yet slowly they realized who the voice belonged to. Sole didn’t even enter, they should’ve guessed that Piper’s urge and lust for news and gossip would eventually trump their relationship, especially since Sole was away a lot lately since a raider group had arisen and was causing trouble in the south. They took off the ring and tied it to the door handle, well knowing that Piper was most likely wearing a matching one right now, the mere thought of her cheating on them whilst wearing the ring they gave them making them nauseous. Turning, the survivor left, and no matter how many ‘missing’ posts Piper posted, Sole didn’t look back once.

Preston: “Sole, Sole, please stop! Let me explain, I didn’t… well, I did but I didn’t- stop!” Preston followed Sole all the way out of the settlement, pleading for them to stop but they continued, and after two miles of them ignoring the man, he finally gave up and watched them walk away, knees on the road and hands limp along his sides. A few hours went by before the man was spotted dragging himself into the settlement, only to turn around and leave again once he was met with distasteful and disappointed looks from the rest of the settlers, a few even yelling insults or throwing stuff at him. They all loved Sole, and hated Preston for hurting them like that. It took a few months for Sole to return and they were greeted with smiles and cheers, but never did they consider heading to the smaller house a bit outside of the walls of the settlement, where they knew Preston would be living at. They wouldn’t risk getting hurt again, but they knew the man was watching them and was just waiting for the courage to approach them again. A few months later, half a year after the incident, Sole showed up after a week-long trip with a new partner by their side. Preston was no longer spotted in the area, and rumors said he had moved down a settlement in the south.

X6-88: X6 didn’t understand. No matter how many times he sent himself to repair, no matter how many experts looked at him, he couldn’t get rid of the blinding pain burning inside of him. Why did he see Sole’s teary eyes at night when he looked at the stars, the same stars he had enjoyed the view of for months with Sole? Why did his chest hurt so badly, but there was nothing wrong? Why did he not feel the need to shield and protect his body when a doctor went rogue with a gun in the middle of the underground facility? He was fixed up after that incident, but even a change of 90% of everything in his body proved fruitless. The burning pain did not go away. He identified it as guilt and sorrow after an older doctor began talking aimlessly about his past life with his beloved wife, the troubles they’d faced together and the things he’d done and unintentionally hurt her. When the man shed a tear as he spoke about her storming out after discovering him with another woman, only to be found and killed by raiders a mere mile away, X6 felt the pain increase from the familiarity of his story compared to his own recent one, but it mixed with something new. Worry. What if Sole had been killed after storming out of their house as well? After discovering him with someone else because that was what the mission required? Running out of the underground Institute, startling quite a lot of bypassers and doctors in the process, the black-clothed synth was on a self-assigned mission - find Sole and figure out how to make up for the hurt he had caused. He would not spend the rest of his days with pain in his chest and talking about their lost love like the old doctor.

Maxson: A tiny sigh dropped from Sole’s mouth as they stood in the doorway, Maxson’s mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate the slightest bit of an excuse or explanation for his partner, the woman behind him scrambling out of the door past Sole, the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips as her mission had succeeded - getting Maxson into bed, and Sole showing up only made it better. She’d definitely be telling her girlfriends about this and how Maxson was in bed! That left Sole and Maxson, who had managed to get a pair of pants on in the meanwhile and was approaching Sole. The raising of their hand in front of them stopped the large commander in his tracks, and his eyes watched them sharply as they approached slowly. Sole stood in front of the guilt-ridden man, pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, turned and left the room. The message was clear, and Maxson fell to his knees. The Brotherhood leader spent the next two years desperately searching for Sole, but he never saw them again, although he knew that even though he found them, they’d still be just out of reach of him. There was no fixing this.

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Companions react to a Sole who goes everywhere in power armor, and one day they get out, and their only 5 feet tall

As a kind short person myself, I’m a fan of this request! Enjoy!!——–Cait: Cait wasn’t exactly pleased, since she often related a low height with little strength and a disadvantage when fighting. But once she noticed how their height actually gave them an advantage when it came to stealth and speed, she warmed up to the idea and even began joking about it.

Curie: Curies opinion of Sole didn’t change, but she did admit once to MacCready that she thought their height was adorable. She herself isn’t the tallest person in the commonwealth, and if Sole was as tall as their power armor suggested, she may have felt more insecure and uncomfortable.

Danse: Danse was surprised, to say the least! He had assumed the proportions between the power armor and their height was like his own, he had never guessed that Sole would’ve been an exception. When they stepped out of their armor and stretched, Danse just stood and stared for a few moments, unblinking and unthinking. Sole had to wave a hand in front of his face to break him out of his trance. Since then Danse was a tad extra over protective, as he couldn’t help but think of their low height as a weakness, and a reason for him to be more protective, often suggestion they stepped back into the armor.

Deacon: Deacon did appear to care, although it took a while before he actually realized their lack of height. Since then he continuously mocked them, leaning on them or staring over their head as he ‘searched’ for them. Sole more often than not punched him for his jokes, but couldn’t help but smile.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat was happy that it was easier to reach Sole’s face to shower them with energetic kisses and licks, and their height made it easier for him to tackle them when they returned from a journey. The settlers also found great amusement in this.

Hancock: Hancock wasn’t bothered by their height, instead found great amusement in it, and there wasn’t a day where he didn’t rest an arm on their shoulder or fired off a sly joke.

MacCready: MacCready was a bit awkward about it first, uncertain of what to think of their ‘secret’ and a little hurt that they never told them before now. But he quickly got over it and went back to being his old self, but he was careful not to shove them too hard when joking, and he was a bit more cautious than before.

Nick: Nick didn’t even blink, didn’t care. They had their reason to hide their height and it wasn’t his business why. But he did find himself staring at them once in a while and wondering.

Piper: Piper also found great amusement in their low height, she even published a mocking article about how heights and “It’s not the size that matters - although we all know it does” was a title that caught the attention of many. That joke went a bit too far, and Sole ended up escaping it all for a week or two at some abandoned house. Piper wouldn’t stop apologizing when they returned.

Preston: Preston thought they were adorable with their short height and how they pouted whenever someone mocked them with it. He couldn’t help but be more affectionate and protective, although Sole proved numerous times they could handle themselves perfectly fine.

X6-88: X6 was not a fan and would never be. He found himself being annoyed at having to look down at them, and even more annoyed at the feelings of worry and concern stressing his system. It took a few months before he agreed to travel with them again, and even then he had a hard time focusing on anything else than paying attention to their safety.

Maxson: Maxson secretly thought it was adorable, but kept it hidden under an annoyed facade. All of his soldiers were of great height and build, tall meant strong and it had always been that way. But Sole’s strength despite their height conflicted his theory and eventually he decided he was still right - just not when it was about Sole. He couldn’t help but enjoy the differences in height when they were alone though, feeling stronger and more able to protect them in case of danger.

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I love your writing so much omg

Another react, coming up! Enjoy!——–Cait: Cait seemed displeased and confused at first, instinctively shrugging off the gentle grasp with a low scoff. She was distant and frowny the rest of the way back, but as Sole was sitting by the fire late that night, the redhead sat besides her on the log and with surprising gentleness grabbed their hand, ignoring their questioning gaze as she stared into the flames. It turned into their thing, and a rare way for Cait to relax, although she refused to hold Sole’s hand or let them grab her hand in front of others.

Curie: Cait looked displeased at first, staring at their conjoined hands for the longest time - and almost tripping over a log and then a radroach - but then, seconds before Sole withdrew their hand because they thought she didn’t like it, she apparently decided that she liked it and a giant smile broke out on her face. It lasted all the way back to the settlement, and she refused to let go, dragging Sole along with her for the remainder of the day. And the next. And the next. And the next. In the end Sole had to explain to her how it worked, but there were still days where she refused to let go, not that Sole minded that much.

Danse: Danse actually didn’t notice that Sole had grabbed his hand at first. He was in his power armor and couldn’t feel Sole’s bare hand grasping his gently. He only noticed when he quickly raised his arm to point towards a quickly approaching radstag, resulting in Sole’s body being thrown forwards. And there just so happened to be a hill in front of them, that Sole went tumbling down while Danse stood in shock and just stared. When their body finally stopped rolling, Danse ran after them and quickly reached them as they were trying to get up, groaning lightly. He shoveled them up into his arms and took off in a jog back towards the settlement, despite the distance being several miles and Sole’s protests. He demanded for them to see the doctor, and even though the doctor only announced a sprained wrist and a bent rib, he stayed with them for the rest of the day, as well as the next, guilt permanently carved into his face despite Sole’s attempts of clearing it or tugging the blame over onto themselves. It took a few weeks and a sudden surprise kiss from Sole for him to get over it, but he always paid great attention to his hands, just in case.

Deacon: Deacon at first made a huge deal of it, then pretended like it was nothing. Then made a deal out of it again five minutes later. Then pretended like it was nothing. Sole quickly realized Deacon had no idea how to react to this, and took it as a good sign, judging by the faint reddish tinge on his face as well. Eventually he passed out. Sole found great amusement in continuously doing it, until he eventually got used to it and just offered them either a cheeky grin or a sweet smile, depending on the mood, and gave their hand a squeeze.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat licked Sole’s face in glee, and developed a habit of stretching out a paw to whoever passed him and whimpering until they’d grab his paw. This turned out to warm the hearts of all settlers, but turned out to be quite troublesome if Sole brought him along for a mission or for a fight.

Hancock: Hancock grinned cheekily as if he had expected it the whole time, and gave their smooth hand a light squeeze with his own rough.

MacCready: MacCready blushed bright red and started stuttering at the sudden (but not unwanted) contact. When Sole was laughing so hard they almost pulled their hand away unintentionally, he held firmly onto their hand and murmured a low “no”, making it Sole’s turn to blush. Deacon couldn’t stop awing at how adorable they were, when he popped out of nowhere as usual and startled them both.

Nick: Nick was quick to protest, as it had been his synthetic hand they had grabbed and was holding on to, but Sole wasn’t having it and kept holding on, changing the subject every time the detective tried to protest once more. Eventually Nick gave up and with a loving roll of his yellow eyes and a smile, he relaxed and enjoyed the contact, developing a habit of reaching out to grab their hand. Only with his good hand though, but every time Sole would bat his good hand away and grab the other one, warming the detective’s heart every time.

Piper: Piper was flustered and the usually talkative journalist couldn’t utter a single word correctly. It’s the most silent the woman had been for months, and MacCready came up to Sole and Piper and asked Sole to never let go of Piper’s hand, to which the woman released herself and chased after the man with a tire iron, Sole standing by shaking their head. Later an article of ‘the joy of the simple contact’ showed up, explaining in detail how something as simple as a light touch - for example holding hands - could warm more than anything else and meant more and so on. Sole kept it in their bedside table and read it from time to time, but never mentioned it for the journalist as she’d probably be embarrassed.

Preston: Preston wasn’t a big fan of affection in public, but this, this he liked. Sole was attractive, and he wouldn’t admit it but sometimes he felt a stab of jealousy whenever a person, man or woman, would stare at Sole a little too long or a little too intense. This solved it though, signalled that they were a couple and they were his and he were theirs. He never mentioned it to Sole though, just offered them a smile and continued on with his day, side by side with the person he loved.

X6-88: X6-88 was not a fan in the start. He’d always frown and shake his head as he withdrew his hand from their gentle grip. ‘Inconvenient’ he called it. But Sole was stubborn and after a few months, they successfully made him sigh and give in a late evening as they were sitting by the fire, waiting for the food to finish. He’d never admit it, but he did like the feeling of Sole’s warm hand, although not too often because as previously mentioned, it was inconvenient, in case of an attack or such.

Maxson: Maxson was a huge fan of affection in public, because Sole was his and only his. Handholding wasn’t as dominant nor clear as an arm around their waist/shoulders or a kiss, but it was satisfying to see other’s gazes drift down to their connected hands and then advert off to the sides or down to the ground. Besides, Sole’s hand was warm and nice, he enjoyed the contact and had a hard time stifling a smile whenever they did it in a serious situation, like a meeting or such.

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So, based off of something I just ran into, companions react to walking into their's and Sole's house and seeing it's full of brahmin

Here, take this amazing prompt as an apology for my recent inactivity! Been real busy with boarding school and such. Anyway, enjoy!——–Cait: Cait was less than pleased and refused to step foot into the house until weeks afterwards. Those weeks she spent hunting down who had done it, and when it turned out to be Deacon - no surprise there - she quickly grabbed a pair of brass knuckles and promptly chased him halfway around the wasteland, swearing up a storm with enough rage to make a deathclaw turn and flee from the fiery redhead. Deacon returned with a black eye and a limp after five days, Cait with a smug smile.

Curie: She was absolutely thrilled, and it took several minutes to explain that this wasn’t normal nor a wasteland tradition, and several hours to explain why they couldn’t stay nor why they couldn’t keep them as pets. She still mentions it from time to time, and once Deacon even reported seeing her trying to lure one into the house again, although no one can be certain how true the spy’s words were.

Danse: Danse was not impressed, but even he couldn’t help laughing lightly at the situation, before realizing how troublesome getting them out and cleaning up would be. Especially since the brahmin seemed determined not to move, especially the two young ones who seemed to favor the now squished couches in the living room. They had to go find a new pair of couches and decided to let the brahmins keep the wrecked furniture. It was always hard to explain to visitors and new settles why there were two damaged couches in the brahmin pen.

Deacon/Dogmeat: Dogmeat wasn’t actually there to see Sole’s reaction. Deacon had decided to teach Dogmeat how to herd, but he misunderstood the commands, hence the herd of brahmin crammed into the house. Not just one of the empty ones, no, it just had to be Sole’s. The vault dweller and a few of the companions spent a few hours searching for the two afterwards. They couldn’t find Deacon, so the fatman was stored away - for now - but they did find Dogmeat.Turns out, it wasn’t just the brahmin that were in odd places.There, on the top of the roof of one of the settlers houses, was the German shepherd, sitting and barking joyfully. How he got up there, no one knew. How to get him down, no one knew. How to find Deacon, no one knew. No one knew anything anymore.But hey, at least Danse got to use his new jet pack upgrade for his power armor! Not that it went particularly well, but hey, still counts. Upgrade tested, Dogmeat down, all brahmin out of the house. Now they only needed to find the spy and make him clean up the mess they left behind…

Hancock: The second Sole and Hancock noticed the sudden crowd in the house, the ghoul broke down into a hysterical laughter, rolling around on the floor clutching his stomach. If he could cry, he would’ve been sobbing in the beat of the waves of laughter escaping his mouth. His laughter was so loud and infectious that it attracted several of the settles and almost all companions, half of them and Sole joining Hancock in his amusement, the rest shaking their head and leaving.Eventually they all stopped and dried their eyes and together they got the brahmin out, minimal amount of furniture damaged. They never found out who was to blame, but it didn’t matter, it had been a long time since they’d laughed so much.That didn’t mean they found it as funny when it happened the fifth time, though.

MacCready: MacCready had the day of his life. After staring openmouthed at them for a few minutes, he stole Prestons cowboy hat, opened the door and startled the herd so they’d run out the door, leaping onto the front one as it passed. More people joined - even Preston after he had stolen his hat back with a less than pleased expression - and even Sole had to join when they noticed how much fun they were having and how few injuries they were getting. Herding the brahmi back into their pen was more troublesome and not as fun, but in the end it was worth it.

Nick: Nick could do little more than sigh and shake his head. If anyone pointed out the light smile on his face, he’d quickly deny it with a mocking scoff and a quick shake of it head. Nothing funny about a herd of brahmin stuffed into a tiny house, especially not the one brahmin who was laying in the bed like it belonged there. Nothing. At. All.

Piper: “I’m not getting down before they’re gone!”

“Piper, get down from the tree!”

“Make me!”

It took half an hour, all brahmin out of sight and the promise of an exclusive interview from a Railroad member himself to get the journalist down, much to Deacon’s annoyance once he discovered that his joking offer had been taken serious, and that she was as stubborn as the brahmin’s themselves.

Preston: Preston had no words whatsoever. He stood for three minutes straight, staring at the chaos within the house he usually claimed as his own along with a few other settles. Shaking his head, the minuteman walked away, mumbling ‘no no no, nope, no, absolutely not, no’

He had done many strange things in the wasteland. But this, this was too much.

X6-88: X6 was already heating up his laser rifle when Sole reached him, tugging away his weapon before he could fry them all. To say that the synth was pissed was an understatement, and the reason for his anger was obvious when one of the brahmin’s stuck it’s head out of a window, a laser rifle suspiciously similar to one that one would find at the institute in its mouth, slowly being gnawed on.

The whole settlement was dead silent, allowing the synth’s words to echo lightly and cause shivers to run down the backs of them all, Deacon as well even though he’d later deny it.

“These creatures better be out before I get back, or else I’m going to prove how I don’t need the institute to make all your lives hell”

They never really found out who did it, but everyone without exception helped rush the animals out of the house, the damaged items quickly but thoroughly cleaned and repaired. Just in time as well, as the last settler scrambled out of the window as X6 stormed inside - mood as black as his coat - and slammed the newly fixed door.

No one dared approach him for weeks afterwards, much to his approval. But sadly Sole was amongst those fearful of him, and he had to figure out how to get them to trust him again before this strange heavy feeling in his chest damaged something.

Maxson: Maxson had a tendency to reject the idea of heading down to the wasteland from the safety of his flying home more often than not, but this incident definitely sealed the deal. Maxson was not to be lured down to that awful place full of raiders, mutated beasts and a freaking house full of brahmin any longer, no matter the different promises and offers Sole came up with. Apparently someone (Deacon and MacCready, probably, judging by the smug look on their faces in the weeks afterwards) had thought it would be funny to see the Elder’s reaction to the brahmin, and although it was funny and Sole had to stifle a laugh, they also sighed deeply with the realization that they’d have to make more journeys to the aircraft as the chances of getting the bearded man down to their settlement were currently below zero and would probably remain there for at least a few months.How Deacon got a brahmin up into the Prydwen a month afterwards, no one knows.

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I loved your first react!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! Here you go, I hope it’s all right?? Also, everyone, very very sorry for the delays, exams are bullying me at the moment. Anyway, enjoy!

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Cait: Everyone knew Cait as this tough woman who could and would beat everyone and everything up with her bare fists. But Sole knew who she was deep inside, and because of that and the love they shared, Cait allowed herself to let go of the tough facade. Only when the two of them were alone, though.

And even though the redhead thought it was foolish that a person who had survived more than anyone else she knew - and hadn’t turned insane - feared something as simple as thunder, she still tugged them out from the closet, not saying a word, and tugged them back to bed. There Cait did everything in her power to distract Sole from the storm raging outside, everything from passionate kisses to childish tickles. She even told a few stupid jokes that MacCready had shared with her, not that she’d ever admit she actually found some of them funny.

Curie: Curie was as sympathetic as anyone could be. But that sympathy was having a hard time showing, since there wasn’t a lot of light underneath the bed, where the two were huddled up, hugging each other for dear life. By the first boom, they both dove under the bed, Curie managing to get underneath first since Sole accidentally scrambled straight into the wall in their rush to get under cover and earned themselves a light scolding the morning after, a few snickers and a nice sized bruise. The whole night they’d just manage to calm each other after a boom, before the next boom would send them into a whimpering, panicked state again, the process repeating itself again, and again, and again.

Hancock and MacCready found them the next day, sleeping soundly underneath the bed, tangled up into an adorable mess of limbs. After searching for a working camera and failing to do so - Piper, come on! It’s important! - they left the two alone. The two lovers slept through almost the entire day and Danse was the one to accidentally wake them, worried about the vault dweller but also wanting to ask Sole if they wanted to go out into the wasteland and find some test subjects for the new upgrade on his power armor they’d given him for his birthday a few days ago. To say it mildly, Danse was very confused.

Danse: It was in the middle of a fight when the first thunder boomed. It had been sluggishly raining for a few hours, nothing more than irritation. They’d been fighting a pack of ghouls for a while when a group of raiders decided to join the mix, but at least it hadn’t been a deathclaw like last week. The seemingly endless supply of enemies forced them into a small abandoned hut, only two rooms and a half-intact. Danse stood at the door, blocking the doorway with his massive power armor clad form, while Sole peeked over his shoulder or between his legs to shoot at the snarling ghouls and yelling raiders.

It had been going on for several minutes when the first lightning flashed and thunder clapped. Danse couldn’t see Sole’s expression, but he could guess how it looked from the way they completely tensed up underneath him, clearly unable to move. He quickly threw a grenade, aiming to gain a few seconds of time, before turning around. He turned just in time to watch Sole scamper off and dive underneath the halfway smashed bed, their weapon abandoned on the ground next to it and their entire form violently shaking. Danse quickly recognized the symptoms of their fear of thunder, as he had been the one to comfort several younger scribes when the occasional storm would hit the Prydwen head on. He himself had actually been afraid of thunder for the longest time during his younger years, until Arthur Maxson had taken it upon himself to show him the wonders of a storm and how beautiful it could be.

Danse slid a pocketknife in their direction - unopened of course, he didn’t want it to accidentally cut them - as he knew there would be moments in between the booms that would make it possible for them to move and defend themselves if necessary. But he made it his personal goal to avoid that scenario, and defended the doorway with a fierceness Sole had never seen with the man before. After the battle was over, the storm passed as well, as if Danse had defeated that along with the enemies and Sole was tugged out from underneath the bed with a gentleness that seemed impossible, seeing how strong and clumsy power armor truly was. They embraced each other for a long time, relishing in the fact that they were both all right, unharmed and safe. Since then they’d always make sure to seek shelter at any sign of rain, whether it was a thunderstorm or not. Just in case. Just to be safe.

Deacon: No one knew if Deacon was afraid of thunder. Hell, no one even knew if Deacon really was his name. Sole seemed to know more about Deacon than everyone, even Desdemona, but even they didn’t know that. The only thing Sole knew at that moment, was that being underneath a bed because of a storm was foolish, but effective. They thought they hadn’t awoken the spy, but then a sunglass-clad face poked down from the bed, upside down, hair messy and shirt ruffled.

The spy didn’t say anything, no sly comment, only reached a hand out to them, giving them the offer to join him on the bed or not. The comfort and presence of the spy seemed like the better option, and it didn’t take long for the two of them to curl up together underneath the covers, Sole’s cheek on Deacon’s chest, their focus on Deacons mumbled stories and the steady beating of his heart. They drifted off to sleep after half an hour. In the morning, Deacon didn’t even try act offended that they fell asleep in the middle of his story. This happened every time there was a storm, and every time Sole found themselves unable to figure out if it was only them who needed the comfort during the storm, or also the spy. Deacon refused to answer when they asked and nagged, merely grinned and pressed a kiss to their forehead or nose before leaving.

Dogmeat: He was also scared of thunder, and the two of them huddled together under a bed, both whimpering with every clap of thunder. Dogmeat, for the sake of Sole’s hearing, resisted the urge to howl along with the wind howling outside, since the two of them were as close to each other as they could possibly be. They fell asleep way into the night, and woke up in the same positions, Sole unable to get out without Danse coming in and lifting the bed up, Dogmeat dragging them out into the open. Ever since that day, the two of them slept in the same room, always huddling up underneath the bed when a storm brewed outside.

Hancock: Sole awoke with a scream when the first thunder boomed, but so did Hancock. Startled by each other’s screams, they both continuously screamed at each other while scrambling backwards. The ghoul flopped off the bed but the vault dweller was still on the bed, merely backed up against the wall. The screaming stopped the second Hancock fell off the bed with a loud thud, and silence filled the room. That was, until another boom sounded and they both squealed, their bodies flinching out of reflex.

“Ye scared of thunder, Sunshine?”

“Don’t start, Hancock, you obvious are too. At least I didn’t fall of the bed!”

They both chuckled at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. A ghoul mayor with a deadly knife and a silver tongue and a vault dweller with a deadly aim and too many weapons, both scared of something as harmless as thunder. Two persons who had fought whatever the wasteland threw at them, survived enough injuries to be more scar than tissue, both scared of the weather. Together they got back into bed, their movements hurried as another lightning bolt flashed across the darkened sky, the sound following shaking them down to their bones. For the rest of that night, they held each other, comforting each other with every clap, exchanging kisses and loving words as a distraction from the storm outside.

MacCready: “Really? Really, Sole?” One of MacCready's eyebrows was raised, the other furrowed as he stared at Sole cowering underneath the bed, hanging upside down. His bed hair was hanging straight down in messy tuffs, his eyes still foggy from the rather abrupt wake up. Sole’s response was another whimper as thunder continued to boom restlessly outside, and the sniper halfheartedly attempted to stifle a sigh. Duncan and Lucy were also afraid of thunder, but never had he imagined that ‘The Sole Survivor’ would fear something as passive as the weather. Then again, it was a bit adorable he supposed… He wasn’t as heartless as he liked to appear though, and surprised Sole by getting up from the bed and pulling them out from underneath the bed.

The vault dweller protested and tried to squirm out of his grip, whimpering lowly at each boom and flash. Their whimpers halted the second MacCready kissed them, drowning out the horrible storm raging outside. The kiss lasted a few seconds but felt like forever, his eyes closed and their eyes wide open in shock. It ended before they could react and, still in shock, followed MacCready as he tugged them back to bed, throwing the blanket over their body and heads and wrapping them up in a tight embrace. MacCready fell asleep quickly, returning to snoring and clutching Sole’s body to his as if they’d vanish if he loosed his grip. He always did this, as if he feared the night would rip them away. His death grip helped on Sole’s fear though, and they found themselves drifting off into sleep despite the thunder booming continuously.

Nick: Nick was sitting with his back leaned against the headboard, Sole slumped in his lap, dead asleep. He was peacefully reading a book he had read a thousand times before, yellow eyes sweeping down the page, relishing the calm atmosphere the sound of a little drizzle of rain on the window created. Everything was calm, until the first lightning flashed, followed by the first sound of thunder. At that, Sole jerked away, surprising the detective and causing him to drop his book onto the floor. Nick’s questioning gaze went unnoticed as the vault dweller stared out the window in a panicked state, yelping and diving under the bed at the second boom.

What?

It took an embarrassingly long time for Nick to catch onto what was going on, considering he was the detective. The feared and famous Sole Survivor was afraid of thunder. Hm. Everyone has their weaknesses, he supposed. It took several soft words and promises for Nick to get Sole out from underneath the bed, but eventually the vault dweller got out. They still looked like they’d bolt any second if it wasn't for the synth’s gentle grip. To distract Sole, Nick asked them about their past, and together they sat on the bed until sunrise, telling stories and reliving messages with pre-war music playing from their pipboy, easy smiles on their faces.

Piper: Piper herself wasn’t too fond of thunder, but that didn’t mean that she’d hide whenever it stormed. Especially not in the closet. Despite the journalists charisma and persuasion skills, she failed in luring Sole out of the closet, and after two hours she ultimately gave up. The vault dweller remained in the closet for the duration of the storm, only daring to step outside at dawn when it seemed to have passed. They stepped out cautiously, quickly noticing the sleeping form of Piper right in front of the closet.

Piper awoke to the feeling of something snuggling up to her, and was about to shove whoever it was away when her a pair of lips connected with her cheek. Her eyes popped open in shock, and it only took a few seconds for her to react. By punching Sole in the face. In defense, of course, since she hadn’t gotten much sleep and being awoken in the CommonWealth always meant trouble, especially if it included a kiss.

Staring at each other, both on the floor and sleep deprived, but only one of them rubbing a colorful bruise on their face, the mark quickly turning darker. They said nothing, barely even blinked. Sole opened their mouth.

“I probably deserved that.” That earned them a scoff and a stubborn nod from Piper.

“You think?”

Preston: Preston was always busy, as the minutemen were growing very quickly and he had a lot to do in general. Sole wasn’t always able to be there and help of course, with all their expeditions and extra missions. Now, he wasn’t complaining about that, not at all, but that did mean that he had a lot more work to handle on his own. Working as much as he did also meant that he was very tired every night and would fall asleep very quickly.

The minute man was a heavy sleeper. So unfortunately he didn’t wake up from much, especially not the weather. So he slept deeply through the storm and didn’t notice when Sole scrambled off to go hide in the closet, clutching his hat in their hands. He spent half an hour that morning trying to find them, a few minutes convincing them to leave the closet, then he spent the rest of the day in bed with them, continuously apologizing for not noticing, despite Sole’s protests and reassurances. Sturges came by a few times with a few tasks for Preston, and several of the other companions came to request they’d head out on a mission, but everyone were ignored in the favor of cuddling and apologizing/forgiving.

X6-88: The second Sole awoke he did, to no surprise. The synth would always awake at the smallest sound, always on guard when he wasn’t in the Institute. Even in Sanctuary he was on edge, despite Sole’s countless reassurances that there was nothing to fear in the settlement and that there was always guards patrolling the area. It didn’t matter, the Wasteland was a dangerous place and X6 thought it to be careless and stupid of, mainly the companions, but also Sole to allow themselves to relax when in Sanctuary.

Sole didn’t even have the time to scramble off the bed and bolt because the courser grabbed them and tugged them into a surprisingly gentle yet protective hold, their shaking form held close to the synth’s chest, one of his hands running up and down their spine in a surprisingly effective attempt of calming them. They didn’t say anything, the only sound being the rolling of thunder outside the house Sole claimed to be ‘belonging to the two of them’ and not just the vault dweller. Apparently sharing a home had a very deep meaning here in the Commonwealth. Or perhaps it was just the pre-war away of showing affection? Affection that X6 wasn’t quite used to yet, mind you. Every kiss was a constant surprise, much to the glee and amusement of Sole.

Together they rode out the storm, in silence, silent promises and lingering touches of comfort. They didn’t speak of it ever again, but every time another storm would rage through the night Sole would depend on X6’s embrace and gestures, him once again acting as their protector and lover.

Maxson: The Prydwen was closer to the sky than most buildings ever could get. That meant that storms were even closer, even bigger, even louder and even worse on the giant metal construction than ever. Or in Maxson’s case, even closer and even more fascinating. The young elder had always had a fascination of the extreme weather, especially the flashes of the lightning and the following bloom of the thunder. Not everyone onboard the ship enjoyed storms like he though, and it wasn’t uncommon for soldiers and scribes alike to go to Cade for sedatives, calming drugs or sleeping pills whenever it stormed very harshly, like it did that night.

Therefore Arthur's emotions were a mixture of confusion and sympathy when Sole jerked awake from their slumber with a yelp, eyes wide and unseeing as they stared stiffly in the direction the boom sounded from. He had been sitting at his desk, working on reports and conflicts when Sole had stumbled in earlier that evening, exhausted and still weak from their recent encounter with a few too many mirelurks. He had looked up, assessed their state then nodded towards the couch he had had placed off to the side. A few seconds later and the vault dweller was sound asleep on said furniture, snoring their head off because of their flu, much to Arthur's amusement (and slight annoyance).

It didn't take long for the Elder to rise from his seat and approach the terrified Sole in the manner that you’d approach a frightened animal with. A frown overtook his rugged face as they cowered further into the material of the couch with another yelp when another boom echoed through the metal hull of the ship, and he didn’t waste any time rushing over and engulfing them in a hug. He lifted them up, much to their dismay and confusion, only to sit down with them in his lap. Sole nudged his chest and together they laid down, them snuggled up close to his chest, face buried in his warm coat and hands clutching the fabric of the flight suit underneath.

After a few minutes Arthur realized the terminal was still on, and moved to get up, but Sole stubbornly refused and tugged him down, sprawling on top of him and wrapping around him like a line. The Elder, with a sympathetic sigh, relaxed and ran his calloused hands across the material of their vault suit. Over their back, rubbing the back of their neck, over their arms and occasionally running through their hair. Their language was not of words but caresses and touches, innocent and comforting, and slow enough to lull Sole back to sleep. Every time they woke up again, Maxson was there, caresses calming them and light kisses reassuring that he wasn’t going anywhere. This was a surprisingly soft side of Maxson that Sole hadn’t experienced unless they were in the medical bay, injured and semi-conscious, and he thought they were asleep.

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I don't know if all these senarios are 'normal', but ey, strange stuff happens in the Commonwealth sometimes!

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Cait: Cait smirked at the flirtatious wink she received, returning it with one of her own. She didn’t understand the meaning behind the seemingly randomly timed wink - they were just sorting scrap, for crying out loud! Nothing sexy about that - but she certainly didn’t mind. In fact, she wouldn’t mind another wink, or perhaps a kiss. Maybe more. Sadly, the redhead knew that Sole was painfully unaware of her crush on them, and if that wasn’t frustrating enough, others had begun noticing and dropping hints as well. But did the vault dweller notice? Nooo, of course not! Were everyone as oblivious in the time before the bombs? Geez, if they were, Cait certainly wasn’t taking a trip there any time soon, Sole was bad enough on their own!

One day, though. Cait had promised herself - and Deacon, who seemed way too eager to play matchmaker - that she’d act on her feelings soon, but so far she hadn’t been able to find an ‘appropriate’ time for it. She stubbornly refused that the constant postponement was caused by fear, because she wasn’t scared! Especially not something as stupid as feelings. Soon, she’d do it soon, she was sure of it. Deep inside, she knew she wouldn’t though.

Curie: “Is your eye all right, Sole? Here, let me check it!”

The naive french synth clearly did not understand what a wink meant, and much to the embarrassment of Sole Curie didn’t have a problem with tilting their head back and examining their eye right there, at the poker table where MacCready, Hancock and Deacon couldn’t stop laughing. Her naiveness was adorable though, and even Danse - he wasn’t overly fond of the synth (yet) - couldn’t stifle a small chuckle and a smile from his corner next to Preston and - much to his dismay - Nick.

Sole’s smile vanished when they realized Deacon had used the opportunity to steal their caps and run off, cackling like a madman with Piper’s hat on his head. How did he pull off stuff like that? The rest of the evening was spent with Sole, MacCready and Piper chasing the spy while the other more amused companions were watching it all, Hancock sitting at the poker table with a careless grin. The ghoul had been losing the game anyway.

Danse: “Soldier! Focus on the task at hand!”

Despite Danse’s stern exclaim, no one could ignore the very red tinge on the power armor clad man’s face, eyebrows furrowed above comically widened eyes. Laughing, Sole returned their attention to the battle, stabbing a raider brutally with a wide grin on their face. Their laughter only increased and they had to take a break behind cover when they noticed how Danse’s laser beams kept missing the targets, the man clearly distracted, maybe even conflicted. Who knew a man of his size could be reduced to a blushing mess with the aim of a pre-war child, with just a single wink?

Deacon: For the first time in a long long time Deacon was confused. He wasn’t okay with that, not at all. He was usually the one to confuse others! But he was deeply and thoroughly confused by Sole’s very random wink. They had just been sitting in the grass in Sanctuary, discussing important plans (stupid ideas), battle tactics (dumb pranks) and how to get rid of the group of raiders hanging out too close to a settlement without casualties (how to get Strong mad enough to smash them all, just for fun).

The spy had been in the middle of explaining a tactic for them to improve the cooperation between the settlements (how to get Danse to loosen up and get drunk, the guy really needed it) when Sole suddenly turned their gaze to him, no longer watching dogmeat chase a small critter of some sort. They’d winked, and despite Deacon’s best efforts, he ended up stuttering for a good five seconds before composing himself, passing it off by launching into a story about how a sudden illness a few years back had caused him to turn a dark shade of purple and spread like a wildfire until everyone in HQ looked like a bunch of aliens. Judging by the smug look on Sole’s face though, his momentary slip had been noticed and he panicked internally, looking for an escape underneath his sunglasses. Eventually he lamely decided to pretend he had heard something and fled the scene, the vault dweller’s laughter echoing in his ears as his legs swiftly brought him further away. Crap, that was bad. How was he supposed to hide his interest now?

Dogmeat: Confused by his owner’s strange gesture, Dogmeat began blinking rapidly, growling in frustration when he couldn’t get the hang of only closing one eye at a time. He settled with holding one paw in front of one eye, turning to look at Sole with a wide doggy grin and a wildly wagging tail, so proud of this new discovery, and the positive reaction to it. The vault dweller and the nearby companions were chuckling at the dog’s adorableness, and that night he got extra threats. But now the problem was how to get him to stop...

Hancock: “Not to put ya down, Sole, you can wink at this ugly mug any day all day, but I don’t think it’s appropriate, given our current situation.” Hancock’s grin was cheeky and his expression was mischievous, even upside down. Sole huffed with a pout and would’ve crossed their arms if they weren’t tied together and attached to the cold wall behind them. They were surprised the ghoul could even see that it was a wink, due to the dimness of the cell and the bruised swelling of one of their eyes.

A ‘kidnapping’ had turned out to be a trap, ending them in that sticky situation with Hancock hanging from the ceiling upside down - because sure, an unarmed ghoul was much more dangerous than a maniac of a pre-war relic. It was kinda offensive, actually - and Sole tied up and chained to the wall. They had been in those positions for a few hours, sitting in silence as they both worked on their bindings, with no success. Somewhere in between the 2 and 3 hour mark, Sole had randomly cleared their throat to gain the attention of the Mayor, and when those jet black eyes were locked on their hues with a questioning tilt to his head, Sole’s non-swollen eyelid had dipped down in a wink, a sly grin keeping it company on Sole’s colorfully bruised face.

Hancock spent an unknown amount of time wondering if Sole had caught on to his ‘obvious’ (according to Fahrenheit. And Daisy. And MacCready. And even K-L-E-O. And-) crush on them, and was startled out of his thoughts by a tap to the face. Sole was crouching in front of him, tapping at his face a few times with a free hand, an amused grin resting on their slightly chapped lips. He recovered quickly and returned it, and within minutes they were both free and had brutally murdered everyone that had something to do with the setup. Together they made their way back to Goodneighbor, Hancock sneaking glances at Sole more often than usual, not that they ever noticed. That pre-war naiveness would be the death of him some day.

MacCready: The two of them were having a sniping competition, both flat on their stomachs on the top of a cliff, aiming down at a pack of wild mongrels in complete concentration. Sole had bet MacCready 20 caps that they could snipe better than he could - “any day, every day” - and he wasn’t one to reject a bet, especially when it was about sniping. They were both waiting for one to wander the furthest away, since the longer the distance the more points they’d get. Deacon was standing a few feet away behind them with a pair of binoculars, a self chosen judge despite MacCready’s protests.

They were both completely focused, barely breathing. That was, until Sole tapped his arm to draw his attention. With a sigh, the sniper turned to look at the vault dweller, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance over the interruption. That was, until they surged upwards until they nearly vanished underneath his hat. Sole had not only winked, but also bitten their lower lip in a way that made MacCready’s face heat up and turn beet red. The young man was a stuttering mess, widened eyes never leaving Sole’s as they laughed, turning away from him and taking a few shots. It was surprising that the targets hadn’t run off due to the loudness of Deacon’s laughter, the spy rolling around on the ground. He was clearly very amused by the flabbergast expression the mercenary wore, even after Sole had finished off the last of the mongrels and stood up, gleefully holding out their hand for the caps they had bet about, a teasing grin lingering on the lips that MacCready couldn’t stop staring at.

At the realization that he actually lost a sniping competition and had to pay for it he snapped out of it and stood up, throwing a bag of caps at Sole with a sharp huff, stomping off grumpily with his rifle slung onto his back, embarrassed and with a hurt pride. He couldn’t stop picturing Sole’s seductive expression in his mind though, and his cheeks simply refused to cool down. They cheated though! It wasn’t his fault he lost the bet!

Strangely enough, deep down, MacCready wasn’t too bothered by the fact that Sole cheated.

Nick: Nick was sitting at his desk, tapping his pencil on the folder he had opened up in front of himself, expression one of concentration and thought as he went over the details of that case for the twentieth time that evening. With a short nod he scribbled down a few more notes, resting his elbow on the desk and his head in the open palm, metal fingers cupping his torn cheek. The detective had been working on that case for a few weeks, constantly coming up with new theories and finding clues on his occasional travels with Sole.

Speaking of Sole, the vault dweller came walking down the stair, sleepily rubbing their eyes from the short nap they had taken upstairs, stretching their arms above their head. Nick did his best not to stare, but he found himself unable to truly focus 100% on the case again, Sole’ presence drawing his attention the instant they stepped into the room as it had for weeks. He knew what a crush was, and the old Nick had experienced it several times, but for synth Nick it was a completely new thing. For the first time in a while, he found himself unsure of what to do. Should he talk to them? Admit his feelings? Continue trying to hide it?

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a gentle hand on his shoulder, his glowing eyes flickering over to meet those captivating hues of Sole’s. “I’m heading out for some noodles, I’ll be back shortly.” A short nod and a familiar ‘be careful’ look was Nick’s reply, but before Sole headed out the door their looked over their shoulder and winked at the synth, closing the door and leaving the detective to drop his pencil and frown in confusion. What? Why? What did that mean? Was it a hidden message? A warning? A suggestion? They had never done that before.

One thing Nick knew for certain was that he actually didn’t mind the gesture, but he did mind that he had to give up on the case for now, too absorbed in trying to guess the meaning behind the wink to focus. He even went as far to look it up in a book he kept hidden in his desk, a book on human behavior, unused until now.

Piper: “Sole! Stop winking! I’m trying to finish this interview! Focus!” Piper’s protests went ignored, and Sole continued to wink, constantly posing and occasionally changing between each eye. Some poses almost made her laugh, some made her roll her eyes in annoyance and a few made her blush and resist the urge to look away. She was trying to interview them after they had returned from the trip to the Institute, but now that she finally got them for herself, they wouldn’t stop messing around!

It took a while, but eventually the reporter realized that the messing around was a cover for the unwillingness when it came to talking about the trip. Sole had been unusually quiet about the whole traveling-to-the-Institute-situation, trying to avoid the subject as much as possible, and when they couldn’t, they would reply with short, joking answers that everyone wondered if were genuine or not. The guilt Piper felt upon realizing what was going on was overwhelming, so she quickly ‘gave up’ and left Sole to laugh at her frustration, not aware that the journalist had figured out what was really going on. They had no reason to suspect it after all. The only one who had noticed was Nick, which surprised no one, and Piper was satisfied with leaving the subject alone if that was what Sole prefered.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about what happened, because wow, she’d love to know what happened, not only to get a good story but also to figure what caused their favorite vault dweller to act like this. As she was tucking away her notepad, crossing out of the title ‘Survivor survived trip to the inside of the monster of the Commonwealth’, she wondered how long it would take the other companions to notice, and how long it would take Sole to be willing to open up. Not any time soon, that was for sure, but she was prepared to wait for how long it takes.

Preston: “General, I have a request! Perhaps we could move the second turret closer to Mama Murphy’s house, then-” Prestons breath got caught in his throat as he looked up from his notes, the papers almost dropping from his hands as he stared wide-eyed at Sole. Preston was standing awkwardly in the middle of Sole’s living room when Sole turned the corner, clad in only a towel. They both stood frozen for a few seconds, both wide-eyed but one less clad than the other.

Then Sole smirked and winked, then returned to where they came from, leaving Preston to pick up his scattered papers and try to dim the blush that had managed to glow through his dark skin. Surges smirked at the reddish tinge on the minute man's face, but didn’t comment on it as Preston power walked through the settlement, nervously shuffling his already sorted papers and averting his eyes. Everyone knew of his crush on the General, everyone but Sole, of course.

X6-88: The wink was, coincidentally, the day they also discovered that the courser had the ability to blush. Sole and X6 were cooking, the vault dweller determined to teach X6 some more passive activities other than hunting runaway synths and glaring at wasteland creatures. He was stirring in a pot that made his nose tingle with an unknown but pleasant way and made his stomach feel more empty than it probably was, despite the content looking rather gross and sticky. He refused to step close to the pot the beginning, but now Sole had trouble getting him away from it and the pleasant smell.

“Is it mixing well?”

X6 glanced at Sole with a silent nod, only to snap their gaze back to them with raised eyebrows behind the sunglasses, the hand with the spoon halting. Sole grinning knowingly and returned to their own task of chopping wasteland vegetables, but the courses wasn’t having it. Setting down the spoon, he strolled over, grasping Sole’s chin and tugging their head over to connect their gazes, eyebrows furrowed.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“The eye thing.”

“Oh, this?”

Sole winked once again, lips twisted into a warm grin. X6, despite not understanding the message behind the simple gesture, suddenly felt very hot and the small distance between their faces wasn’t enough. Letting go, he swiftly turned around and went back to stirring the pot, trying to keep his face turned away from Sole. The pleasant smell suddenly wasn’t important, instead, he focused more on the heated feeling in his chest and on his face, lips twisted into a small stern frown. What was going on?

“X6… Are you blushing?”

“...”

Oh. That was what was happening. Wasn’t it mostly the human women that blushed though? He had seen it on Piper when Nick gave her a sly compliment, but he had never thought further of it. The other times he had seen it had been between couples who had obviously been in… love. Oh uh. Was he malfunctioning? Was the wasteland wearing him down? Did he need to be reset? He couldn’t possibly be feeling love, that was a human emotion, an emotion that made one weak.

But. Strangely enough, the idea of losing that warm feeling in his chest seemed unpleasant. He wouldn’t mind losing the heat in his face though, or Sole’s laughter because of it.

Maxson: Elder Maxson was standing proudly in front of his highest ranks, receiving the weekly updates on different situations. The progress of finding the Institute, the frequent and unexplainable vertibird-crashes, the count of injuries, Sole’s smug expression, updates about-

Hang on.

Eyes narrowing slightly and mouth drawing into an even more stern frown, the Elder looked past Cade, who was eagerly talking about some new medical procedure no one understood a word of, and made eye contact with the vault dweller standing in the far back. They stared at each other for a while, one stern and strict, the other more carefree and grinning. What were they amused by? Him? Was his beard colored green again? Was it Cade’s rambling? Unknown by Maxson, a few of the other Brotherhood of Steel members in the room noticed, but they were used to the Elder’s glances towards the rather new arrival and didn’t comment. That didn’t stop the corners of their mouths from tugging upwards ever so slightly, amused by the obviousness of the young leaders crush.

Arthur’s eyebrows shot upwards a few inches when Sole tipped their head sideways, ran their tongue across their lower lip and winked. Cade even halted his medical rant at the sudden change in behavior of the usually stern Elder. Everyone turned their heads to follow Maxson’s gaze, but Sole had already vanished, much to the confusion of the people present. What was going on? A few had already figured it to have been one of Sole’s tricks, Cade included, but most had no clue and worried for the mental state of their leader. The Elder turned his back and quickly dismissed them all, postponing the updating for the next day in a gruff voice. Everyone left in complete silence with unanswered questions, and he was left alone to ponder about how to hide his obvious crush on one, cheeky, annoying vault dweller. While also trying to stop picturing the face Sole had made.

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Companions react to accidentally injuring Sole!

Okay, first react ever, so I hope you all enjoy! (: This got longer than I’d expected, sorry!

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Cait: “Shite!” The redhead exclaimed, grasping the side of the bed as she peered out over the edge. A groan that sounded suspiciously like a muffled swear was the only reply Cait got, as well as a sharp glare.The glare would’ve been more threatening if Cait had been able to see the sneer on their lips, but said expression was hid behind their two hands cupping their nose, undoubtedly trying to halt the blood-flow.

“You broke my nose!”

“I didn’t mean ta! Ya know better than ta wake me up. What were ya tryin’ ta do this early in ta mornin’ anyway?”

“… I wanted to show you a new trick I taught Dogmeat…”

At this the Irish woman broke down into laughter and Sole pouted angrily - according to Cait it was adorable, not that the redhead would ever admit that - and removed their hands to cross their arms, only to realize they’d let go of their nose and the blood had begun flowing again.

Cait’s laughter followed Sole out of the house as they fled, hoping to wake up Curie without getting punched in the face. Surprisingly enough, Curie did punch them in surprise, leaving a bruised and bloodied Sole to mope about the next day, bandage on their very swollen nose and a colorful bruise on their cheek.

Curie: “Sole? I want to try something.” Curie had Sole wrapped around her little finger, every one of the companions knew that, so of course they agreed to participate in whatever experiment the synth scientist had come up with. Curie squealed in excitement and after surprising the vault dweller with a hug and a kiss, she began preparing the procedure.

The first sign of the experiment being a bad idea had been the sheer size of the needle. But, anything to make the french woman happy. The second sign had been the faint sting spreading through Sole’s body within seconds of the strange green colored liquid entering their bloodstream. Anything to make her happy though. The third and final sign had been the intense flare of pain that knocked Sole out after three seconds of painful screams and squirming.

Okay, maybe not everything.

When they regained consciousness, it had been three whole days and the vault dweller had a group of worried companions to reassure them that they were alright. Any they were, if you didn’t look the horns they had grown and the greenish tinge their skin had gotten. Strong seemed thrilled with the change, but Nick managed to somehow explain to the super mutant that Sole was too weak to go out and smash everything in sight with their new non-existent powers.

The horns and greenish tinge faded away after the first two days, but Curie hadn’t stopped apologizing, constantly trying to show how sorry she was with small gifts, kisses and hugs. After the two hundred and seventh bundle of flowers - where did she find all those flowers anyway? - Sole sat her down and informed her that they didn’t blame her and she couldn’t possibly know what would happen if modified super mutant and deathclaw genes were introduced to the human body. After Curie had reluctantly accepted that Sole was right and breathed a sigh of relief, they had asked how she had gotten a hold of the genes, nonetheless manipulated them.

‘Same way I got zhe flowers’ she had replied and before Sole could question them, had left to make more stimpacks for the upcoming wrestling tournament where someone, for some unknown reason, had allowed Strong to participate.

Danse: Power armor was a great thing. Great for protection, great to handling heavy material and building, great for charging into battle like an angry metal bull. All in all, great. Except when it’s knocked over. When it’s knocked over, it is like that of a turtle, flailing around defenseless, unable to get up quickly. Luckily Danse was very used to the heavy armor and steady on his feet.

Most of the time.

“Soldi- Sole! Are you alright?”

Sole didn’t bother answer with anything else than a grunt, eyes scrunched together as they did their best to ignore the angry flares of pain from their arm that was squashed underneath not only themselves, but also a very heavy set of power armor with a heavy and worried man inside. The vault dweller didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, but whatever he was saying was working, since the heavy weight was lifted within seconds.

It was during a party the accident happened. A few of Sole’s other companions had thought it would be funny to knock Danse in his power armor over to see him try to get up. So MacCready, Piper, Hancock, Cait and Deacon had made it their mission to do so, all either tipsy or downright drunk. Sole wasn’t sure how they did it, but they succeeded in knocking the power armor-clad Danse backwards. What they hadn’t expected was for Sole to have been standing directly behind him, one hand holding two beers and the other raised to touch Danse’s shoulder to alert him of their return with the beverages he had requested. The bottles dropped from their hand as the power armor tipped backwards to the sound of the five companion’s drunken laughter, causing them to be in this situation.

The second the heavy weight was lifted off Sole a pair of hands reached in - Nick’s, judging by the coldness of the one metal hand - and tugged them out from beneath the deathtrap. The synth looked worriedly down at the vault dweller, his expression matching those of the companions and settlers that had noticed what had happened and formed a circle around them.

“You all right?”

“Peachy” Sole ground out, gritting their teeth as they clutched their undoubtedly broken arm, judging by the sickening bent angle. Danse shoved Nick out of the way without much guilt - the two of them had never really gotten along that well - and without a word scooped them up from the ground before they could protest. Holding them rather protectively against his chest, he shot the five companions a heated glare with the unspoken promise of consequences before stomping off towards Curie’s makeshift and rather tiny clinic. Sole didn’t comment on the abandonment of the power armor nor the crumbling expression on Danse’s face.

Several days after the accident Danse refused to wear his power armor, and on the fifth day of Danse almost getting killed because he’d forgotten he didn’t have the suit on, Sole got him to talk a late evening as they laid together in their bed, too much space between them. He admitted he felt guilty, because it had been him and his power armor that had injured them, and he didn’t know how to handle it other than try to prevent it from happening again and keeping his distance. Heart heavy and eyes filled with pity, vault dweller spent the next hour convincing Danse that it wasn’t his fault, then spent two hours trying to convince him not to hunt down MacCready, Piper, Hancock, Cait and Deacon. Afterwards they exchanged kisses, caresses and words of love before drifting off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's’ embrace.

Deacon: “Deacon? What in the remains of this messed up world are you doing?” Sole’s question startled the spy, a sound he’d later deny as being a rather girlish squeak - “A mating call, Sole. It’s how I show my love” - escaping his mouth as he spun around to look at them, eyes wide behind the sunglasses. But as always he quickly composed himself, an easy grin spreading across his face as he loosed the death hold on the object he held in his hands.

“I’m trying to figure out if a grenade - like this one - would somehow be able to blow Maxson’s jacket off without killing him. Perhaps it’d take some modification or a magic spell, but it could probably work out if- shh, I’m explaining something there. As I said, we have to give it a try. Have you seen the guy’s jacket? Jeez, if I was a girl I wou- Hey, c’mon, you can tell me how stupid the idea seems late-”

Deacon’s rambling was interrupted for the third time. This time, not with words, but with action as Sole rushed forwards, nearly tackling the spy as they wrestled the grenade from his hands. His mouth went dry and he found himself speechless for the first time since the pink deathclaw when he realized what was going on. In one hand, a small pin rested in his palm. He’d accidentally pulled the pin out of the grenade in the middle of explaining.

*BOOM*

Frantically Deacon waved his arms about to try to clear the smoke and dust from the air, expression nothing less than sheer panic. When the particles in the air cleared enough for him to see and stop coughing, his hidden gaze darted around the ruins of the house he had hid away in to ponder over the ideas that seemed so stupid now. One side of the house had collapsed and without thinking he was on his knees, digging through the rubble with enough force to bruise and scrape his hands more than necessary. The silence was choking, but his mouth was too dry to form any words, his chapped lips refusing to move more than shallow wobbles of withheld sobs.

They were dead, weren’t they? They had been holding the grenade, right? In their palms, still pre-war soft despite the months they had spent in the wasteland. The same palms that would run up and down his skin with a tenderness he hadn’t experienced since Barbara. The same palms that would grasp his firmly when his disguises wouldn’t hide the pain and trauma he had experienced. The same palms that now grasped his tense shoulders, shaking his form more than his suppressed sobs were, and-

Hang on.

Whipping his head around with the same carelessness that had caused the whole situation, he stared blankly at the hand grasping his shoulders, the shape and fine condition of the nails and fingers ghastly familiar. His watery gaze followed the arm further upwards, the blue of the vault suit making his heart beat impossibly faster. Finally Deacon’s gaze halted on Sole’s face.

“Deacon?”

At that little, hoarse whisper the spy broke, a sob fleeing from his mouth as he flung himself at Sole, arms wrapping around them and tugging them into a desperate embrace, salty tears of guilt and relief trickling down his dusty cheeks from underneath his lightly damaged sunglasses. They were here, they were alive. They hadn’t been killed because of his carelessness, his need for their attention. He hadn’t caused another death of his beloved.

“Shall we go blow Maxson’s jacket off, hm?”

And they did attempt blowing off the Elder’s jacket, but only after Deacon had - literally - dragged Sole to Curie to have their burns and that one suspiciously crooked wrist fixed. The vault dweller had sustained suspiciously little damage, but Deacon wasn’t one to complain. When Preston stopped by and asked, the spy quickly made up a story about thirty raiders and that one pink deathclaw, this time armed with a rubber duck instead of a paintbrush. Preston, having seen the pink deathclaw himself, actually believed him and Sole only felt a little bit guilty for fooling the naive man, again.

Maxson hadn’t appreciated the experiment though, especially not when the explosive only charred half of his beard and set the coat on fire - from the inside out somehow - instead of blowing it off his broad frame. But hey, the Elder had taken it off so he could put it out, so technically they blew off the jacket, right?

Dogmeat: It had happened before. Sole would return from after a mission out in the wasteland with their companion at their side. They’d cross the bridge, but before they’d reach the other side, Dogmeat would notice them and come sprinting, barking and yapping excitedly at the return of his beloved owner. As usual, Sole barely had any time to react when the dog flung himself at them, knocking them down onto the wood of the bridge and covering their face in puppy licks as he had done so many times.

Unfortunately the wood of the bridge was very old, and this time it couldn’t hold the weight of the three and the junk stuffed into the vault dweller’s bag. With several harsh snaps, the wood gave in and sent all three of them tumbling down onto the rocks underneath. Dogmeat’s added weight and the bag of junk landed harshly on to Sole and the impact and pressure proved too much, resulting in a few harsh snaps echoing through the air, the horrible sound followed by a pained groan and an apologetic whimper.

Sole spent a few weeks recovering with three broken ribs and some nasty bruising in Sanctuary under the stern supervision of Curie and Nick, and Dogmeat did everything he could to express how sorry he was. Cuddles, puppy kisses, even going as far as aggressively ‘protecting’ them from the other companions. Even dead animals and scrap were gifted, despite the vault dweller not exactly appreciating the dead creatures. But the gifts were gone when he returned, so they must’ve liked them, right?

Hancock: “Who came up with this idea?” Hancock exclaimed, nonexistent eyebrows scrunched and forehead furrowed as he stared Sole down. Now, the ghoul was usually up for anything. Ride rodeo on a brahmin? Sure! Ride a shopping cart down a steep cliff? Definitely, at least three times! Spray paint Danse’s power armor? Best idea ever!

But this? This was just stupid.

Sole was grinning wildly, clearly the one who came up with said ‘stupid’ idea. They were standing with their back pressed against a wall, a mutfruit balanced on the top of their head. Sole gestured eagerly for Hancock to go with it, and with a sigh, the mayor unstealthed his knife and twirled it around a bit in his hands. He shot the vault dweller a look that clearly asked the question of ‘are you sure?’ and could only sigh at the overly eager nod they gave, barely managing to catch the mutfruit before it slipped off. Drawing back an arm, he was just about to throw the knife when a gun K-L-E-O was showing off to a disinterested MacCready caught a glimpse of sunlight and blinded the ghoul mid-throw.

They all watched as the knife flew through the air, a completely wrong angle but in the right direction. He paled as much as a ghoul could as the knife sunk into the flesh of Sole’s right thigh, slicing through the blue material as if it was nothing. Sole and Hancock stared at each other in shock and a few drifters stopped up to stare as well. It wasn’t every day the mayor stabbed his beloved.

There was complete silence. Until the pain and realization caught up with Sole and with a strangled exclaim, they clutched their bleeding thigh, knife violently protruding from the flesh and blood quickly staining their hands. Hancock rushed over and held them up by their shoulders before they could crumble down onto the dirty pavement. The mutfruit laid abandoned on the ground next to a puddle of blood as the ghoul led them over to dr. Amari.

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to!”

Hancock spent weeks apologizing, always looking extremely guilty when Sole couldn’t stifle the occasional wince or swear when moving their still healing leg. It took a long time for Sole to convince him he was forgiven, and they never tried any of Sole’s crazy experiments again. Except that one time. MacCready still hadn’t forgiven them.

MacCready: It had been a normal night at the Third Rail, Sole and MacCready enjoying a few drinks by the bar and Hancock lounging around in his usual vip spot. They had been talking about MacCready’s life at Little Lamplight when a guy had strolled up and placed himself on the stool next to Sole, cocky smirk on his face and one arm resting on the wooden counter. Charlie shot the guy a look that clearly stated the mr. Handy definitely wasn’t serving him any drinks tonight, which only served to fuel MacCready’s suspicion. He was sitting awfully close to Sole…

“Hey, hotstuff. Let me buy you a drink, hm?”

He even sounded like a douche. Sole promptly ignored the guy, but judging by the expression on their face and the clench of their jaw they weren’t unaffected by the guy’s blunt flirting. They tried to start up the conversation with MacCready again, but the sniper was too busy glaring at the intruder over their shoulder.

“Hey, Sexy, I’m talking to you”

MacCready snapped when the douche put his hand on Sole’s shoulder, the vault dweller’s tensed expression causing his anger to flare even more. The sniper stood up, beer bottle nearly shattering as he slammed it down onto the counter, much to Charlie’s disapproval.

“Can’t you see they’re not interested?”

“Watch your mouth kid, I do what I want”

That was enough for MacCready to throw the first punch, nailing the guy directly in the nose and causing him to fall off the stool with a satisfying sound. He recovered quickly though, getting up and lashing out, nearly hitting MacCready in the jaw if it hadn’t been for the sniper’s fast reflexes. The ruckus had attracted the attention of the rest of the people in the bar, a small crowd forming and the song stopping. Sole even saw someone running up the stairs to get help.

The two guys were yelling harsh insults at each other, taking turns to throw punches and aim kicks. At one point Sole even saw MacCready’s forehead connect with the guy’s already broken nose, leaving a bloody smear on his forehead.

Deciding that enough was enough, Sole moved in to break up the fight. They didn’t even get two steps towards MacCready before getting an elbow to the face. By the sound of Sole’s surprised and pained exclaim, the fight halted and everyone quieted. MacCready looked unbelievably guilty behind all those bruises and small scratches on his face, a tiny trickle of blood on the left side of his mouth. But the vault dweller wasn’t having it and stepped in between the two, keeping their back pressed against MacCready’s heaving chest. The guy smirked confidently, seeming to believe that he had won for some reason.

“I’m pretty sure this belongs to you”

The guy didn’t even have time to reply ‘is it a kiss?’ before Sole’s fist had connected with his already double-broken nose, causing him to squeal and clutch his very broken and very bloodied nose, mutter a few choice names under his breath as he glared viciously at the smirking vault dweller and shell shocked mercenary. They could hear Hancock’s chuckle in the background.

Half an hour later and the guy was thrown out of Good Neighbor for good and the two had rented a hotel room, MacCready sitting on the bed while Sole tended to his bruises. He hadn’t stopped staring at their colorful eye with a guilty expression. Heaving a sigh after a few minutes of silence and staring, the vault dweller set down the damp bloodstained washcloth, hands cupping his face, mindful of the bruises and scratches. MacCready’s expression made them want to cry, but their voice only wobbled slightly as they sternly explained that nothing of what happened was his fault. It took a few hours and about fifty kisses, but Sole eventually got him to admit that he wasn’t to blame, and the other guy was. The rest of the evening was spent gently tracing the outlines of bruises and wounds while cuddling together on the tiny bed.

They found the corpse of the guy the next day on their way out into the wasteland, and made a mental note to thank Hancock for that when they returned.

Nick: Nick had only injured Sole once, since he handled them with an extreme delicateness as if they were made of glass. Glass usually doesn’t survive long in the Commonwealth, but hey, no harm in trying. Sole was rather annoyed by it, sure, but they couldn’t help but appreciate how much he cared about their wellbeing, even if it was a little overdone. The one time an accident happened was when Nick’s metal hand caught a few strands of their hair mid-kiss, the detective having been distracted by the suddenness of said kiss and forgotten his usual carefulness. It had taken a few minutes and Ellie’s help to untangle them, but despite it not having hurt much and Sole’s continuous reassurances of them being all right and it not having been his fault, Nick had opted to wearing worn gloves on both his hands for months after that.

The gloves had finally come off for good when Sole confronted the synth, burnt the gloves and the spares the detective tried to hide under the bed and grasped Nick’s metal hand. They’d ignored Nick’s flinch and hesitance as they raised the hand to their face, kissing every single metal finger, eyes never leaving his glowing yellow eyes. After that night Nick was banned from wearing gloves ever, but despite all this, he was still hesitant about touching Sole with his metal hand.

Piper: “Where is it… Hm, no… Nope…” Piper was digging through a large trunk in the search of her lucky pencil, tossing other ‘normal’ pencils over her shoulder. She always had it on her while doing interviews, claiming it gave her the courage to verbally attack people and pry answers out of them. Besides, having an extra pencil wasn’t a bad idea.

Unfortunately Sole hadn’t realized this, and upon stepping into the room, was struck by several pencils. A few smacked them in the face, one even leaving a small scratch next to their left eyebrow. They spluttered in surprise and ducked behind the desk for cover.

“Piper! Stop it!”

But once Piper had decided to do something, whether it was to stalk the mayor, prod at Danse for Brotherhood secrets or find her lucky pencil, there was no stopping her. Sole had to retreat, but hung up a warning on the front door before leaving.

Preston: Preston stared uncertainly at the bat in his hands, the wooden melee weapon a stranger to his hands as he was used to his trusty laser weapon. He had seen raiders use them before, running forwards and bashing it against the skulls of their enemies, often with a lethal result. They were powerful weapons, solid wood and often decorated with rusty nails or blades. But not this one. This one was a plain one.

Sole had approached him one day and tugged him off to the side, plucking the laser rifle from his hands and placing a plain wooden bat in them instead. They had explained that they wanted to introduce him and the other companions to baseball, pre-war style. It had taken quite a while to get the more impatient companions to actually listen to the vault dweller instead of whacking each other with the spare bats, but eventually they all stood in their positions on a field Sole had marked up. Preston was what he believed Sole called a ‘batter’ and Sole stood several meters in front of them in the middle of the strangely diamond shaped field, ready to throw a baseball at him.

It took five attempts, but eventually Preston managed to hit the ball and send it flying down the field, Piper and Hancock clad in blue chasing after it. Deacon too, as he had finally decided a team to stay on instead of shifting between the two constantly. The game continued like that, everyone struggling at first to hit it like they were supposed to, but they eventually began getting a hang of it. MacCready, Preston, Cait and surprisingly enough also Danse learned quickly and were rather good at it. Strong and Curie couldn’t quite get a hang of it and X6-88 had left the game after four minutes of standing and watching with obvious disinterest.

All had been well, blue team was in the lead and everyone was having a good time. Other than the occasional confusion about what team Deacon belonged to, of course. Preston was up again, standing ready with the third bat - the rest hadn’t survived the super mutant’s frustration - and watching Sole prepare to throw the ball. They threw. Preston hit it.

No one had expected it to soar right at Sole’s surprised face, smacking them right in the face and bringing them down onto the ground. It was silent for a few seconds before everyone rushed towards Sole, Preston’s face unnaturally pale and eyes wide. He couldn’t believe he just struck them in the face with a baseball! They’d never forgive him! Piper calmed Preston as Curie checked on Sole, said vault dweller groaning in annoyance over all the fussing and waving people away. They got onto their feet, determined to continue the game, but when they almost fell flat on their face everyone agreed that that was enough baseball for today. MacCready still hadn’t stopped laughing by then.

Sole’s face was bruised for weeks, eye swollen shut the first four days. Preston practically never left their side, constantly asking them if they needed anything. He sent other people out to the settlements and had Sturges take over his duties in the favor of staying with Sole despite their protests. He apologized officially with a picnic and a large bundle of wasteland flowers on day six, but the guilty expression didn’t vanish until the bruise did.

Despite this accident, baseball became a weekly occurrence at Sanctuary.

X6-88: The first time X6-88 accidentally hurt Sole was when said vault dweller decided to introduce the courser to Hancock. Looking back at it, it probably hadn’t been the best idea at the time, seeing as Sole hadn’t mentioned that Hancock was a ghoul. A non-feral, responsible mayor, but still a ghoul. Not to mention, X6-88 and Sole’s relationship had been rather new and sensitive at that point and X6-88’s protectiveness had been a very new feeling to the synth, one he had been struggling to figure out how to handle.

“Ghoul, get back!”

“X6, no! This is Hancock, he’s friendl-”

“He’s a ghoul! Step back!”

“X6, don’t you do it, don’t you dar- no!”

The courser and ghoul could only watch in shock as Sole threw themselves in front of the mayor, accepting the shot from X6’s laser rifle with a look of desperation. It took X6 a long time to snap out of it, and by the time he had, Hancock was already lifting Sole up to carry them to a medic. Enraged and filled with guilt, the courser snatched the vault dweller from the frustrated ghoul and with a bright blue glimpt they were both at the institute, laser weapon forgotten on the ground. Said weapon Hancock decided to sell off before the annoying synth could return.At the institute, X6 refused to hand over Sole to the scientists and marched down towards the medical bay, synths and humans scrambling to get out of his way and away from the icy cold, murderous expression on his face. He never left their bed once, something that puzzled the scientists greatly.

Sole had agreed to have the scar removed after a few days recovery, just so X6 would stop staring at it with a heartbreakingly guilty expression every time they exposed their stomach. He only stopped apologizing when Sole accidentally shot him with their own laser weapon a few weeks later when messing around with it in boredom.

Maxson: It had been another one of those days where the position of Elder had proved to be too overwhelming for the young Maxson, the main cause being a vertibird crash into the center of a scottish settlement. The brotherhood learned never to underestimate others merely because of their accents and ranks as settlers. Why did the vertibirds continuously crash that often? That was the third time this week, were the pilots drunk or something?

Speaking of drunk, that was exactly how the Elder had chosen to cope with the stress and lack of sleep. Slumped in the seat of his chair, he held a ⅔ full bottle in one hand and a shotglass in the others, a few empty bottles carelessly tossed on the floor. His back was turned towards the door, and therefore he didn’t see who was entering. He only heard the sound of the door opening, and so far every bad news and demands of his presence had been signalled with that low creaking. Lips twisting into a scowl and the grip on the bottle tightening, he growled out a slurred ‘what’.

As much as Sole loved Maxson - only Arthur Maxson, they weren’t too fond of the more thick headed ‘Elder’ Maxson - they couldn’t allow this extreme drinking to continue any longer. He had drunk away the stress five times that month, two of them being within a span of six days. But before they even had the chance to say his name, Maxson had whipped around and thrown the bottle at them, believing them to be an intruder wanting something from him.

Maxson had never sobered up as fast as he did in the moment he realized who the bottle had been thrown at. He didn’t mean to, though! It just happened in the drunken haze he had forced himself into, but that didn’t make the sound of the bottle scattering and Sole’s body crumpling to the ground less heartstopping.

“CADE!!”

—-

“Urgh…”Sole woke up slowly, forehead furrowed and eyes closed as they tried to figure out where they were, and why. What had happened? The last thing they remembered was hearing from Cade that Maxson had once again locked himself in his room with the comfort of liquor. Then they had opened the door with their lockpicking set and-

Oh.

Sole’s scowling face was what Maxson first saw when he woke up. His back was aching horridly and his head was pounding harshly. The Elder hadn’t left the spot next to Sole’s bed in Cade’s small clinic ever since the accident, despite Cade’s pleas. But Cade wasn’t there, and even though the bandages wrapped around Sole’s head and the stitched gashes on the side of their face made him feel a hundred times more guilty and sorry, he knew a kiss and a ‘sorry’ wouldn’t cut it this time, judging by the harshness of their glare despite the Med-x clouding their mind.

“Elder Arthur Maxson.”

Uh-oh. Full name plus title.

“- care to explain?”

He was screwed.

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Another Fallout 4 Reacts Blog!

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I love Fallout 4. I love writing, and I love reading. I love feels, whether it’s angst, fluff, fun or heart wrenching sadness. I’ve been considering this for a long time now, and now that inspiration has smacked me in the face, I decided to go for it.

I write all companions, but I’ll also throw in Elder Maxson, because why not?

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