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If you do these types of asks, how about fo4 companions react to a SS who is a witch? Like if you displease them you’ll end up cursed, and their allies always seem to be having good days? Stuff like that if you don’t mind.

Thank you for this ask and I am eternally sorry that it took this long to complete, but it’s just in time for Halloween! You officially get one (1) free punch to use on me for making you wait this long.

Ada: Scavengers in this wasteland were another kind of scum: making her salvaging trips more competitive as good components were hard enough to find without them trying to snatch her good finds while she wasn’t paying attention. One day a scavenger tried to take one of pristine military circuit boards she had found that day and she finally had enough. Sole noticed her arguing with the scavenger over the stolen item and decided to step in herself, flicking her finger downward subtlety in the scavenger’s direction. After a moment the circuit had slipped out of the scavenger’s hands, promptly falling onto his foot. He yelled out in pain: allowing Ada to pick it up as Sole chuckled softly. As they moved onto the next area for components Ada couldn’t seem to process what had just happened. The scavenger had a perfectly fine grip onto the circuit until Sole had stepped in. Did Sole…? No, Ada wouldn’t even give the thought of Sole having any sort of powers, that was just nonsense.

Cait: While Cait liked bars and drinking at them, she never had a good history with the other customers at them. Drunk drifters picking fights with her or sleazy men trying to sneak a grab seemed unavoidable, but she knew how to handle them. A few harsh words and a slug to the face usually did the trick. However, this particular man at the Dugout wouldn’t stop asking to buy her a drink or pay attention to him. Cait was about to beat in her next “No” into him when Sole peeked her head from besides Cait and told the dude to fuck off. The mean gritted his teeth and snapped at Sole, asking her to mind her own business. Sole frowned and waved her hand at him. A second later the drink he had in his hand slipped and spilled onto what seemed to be his only half-decent shirt. “Motherfu…!” the man growled, sulking as he walked off to deal with his shirt, shooting a glare towards Sole before walking out the door. Cait snickered, jokingly asking Sole if she was witch or somethin’. “Would you believe if I said yes?” Sole replied coyly. “Ah, probably.” she laughed. “But I’d probably believe anything ya told me right now, I’m very drunk.” Sole giggled, and Cait realized she might not have been joking. If Sole really is a witch, Cait would think that’d be pretty cool. Imagine all the shenanigans they could pull off!

Codsworth: Back before the bombs dropped Codsworth had the must beautiful flower bushes around Sole’s house. But when she left the poor little plants just couldn’t seem to hold on and all died within a week due to the fallout. He tried his best to bring them back, but to no avail. Once Sole had returned 210 years later though, Codsworth was more than ecstatic to see her! He regrettably let her know about the state of their garden, but Sole just smiled and asked him to check up on the flowers once she had a moment. While she and Codsworth surveyed the wrecked garden of their old home, she turned over the soil where the flowers once grew. At first the Mr. Handy was skeptical of this approach; Sole hadn’t even replaced the flowers! But Sole assured him that they would come back in time. A few days later, Codsworth casually hovered into the backyard, not expecting a full garden in bloom! The daises, the roses, the pansies; all were their swaying softly in the wind like they had never died! Codsworth brought this great news to Sole, who grinned brightly and asked to see them. As they marveled over their rejuvenated garden, Codsworth couldn’t quite come to a reasonable conclusion on how this could have happened. Could Sole have some other worldly spell craft? “I have reason to suspect that you possess supernatural abilities mum.” Sole chuckled, inspecting a small patch of daisies. “I knew you’d find out eventually, Codsworth.” It seemed that his suspicions were true. Since before the war he had these thoughts but had never really brought them until now. He decided to leave it at that and just enjoy the garden with her.

Curie: Curie was more than ecstatic to have her own herb garden; a gift from Sole. But alas! Apparently, Curie didn’t have a green thumb, and the plants were dying within a week! No matter what remedy she tried, her plants didn’t seem to come back to life. She had hoped so much for this garden, the medicines she could’ve made with these! She concluded that she was better formulating the plants into medicine rather than growing them. Curie finally asked Sole for help, seeing as how she didn’t want the garden to waste away after she was so generous to make it for Curie. Sole inspected the plants, the soil, and the water that Curie had been giving them. Sole then removed a small pouch, grab a pinch of some sand-like grain and sprinkled it into the soil of the planters. “Give a day or two and it should work.” Sole said confidently before leaving. Curie waited patiently, continuing to water the plants as normal. When she came in the second morning, the plants had grown twice their expected size overnight! Curie called over Sole immediately to see the miracle. “What did you put in there mademoiselle?!” “Oh, nothing special…” Sole grinned softly, giving Curie a small pat on the back. “Let me know if you need anything else Curie!” She walked off, leaving a very amazed Curie behind who began to harvest the herbs joyfully. This was no simple science, Curie had thought to herself. Could Sole have possibly have access to some kind of magic? There could be no other explanation, but she decided to ask Sole herself that question later. “I’ve come to the conclusion that you may be a-“. “A witch?” She was cut off by a grinning Sole. “Yes! I have so many questions!” Curie had never heard of witches outside of books and the odd tale the old scientists back at Vault 81 used to tell. She was grateful for Sole’s eagerness to answer her questions, she was fascinated by her!

Danse: Being boots on the ground and trekking across the commonwealth with Sole had its perks; but it came with the occasional danger and injury. While he was mostly unscathed after a recent fight, his arm had suffered a graze from a laser rifle’s shot. Usually a stimpak was a quick and easy fix for this, but upon looking in his and Sole’s inventory showed that they had already used their last stimpak. While the wound wasn’t a fatal one, they were about ten miles from the closest doctor or med-supply. Danse saw Sole think to herself for a moment before pulling out a rag and a bottle of water. “This’ll take some of burning away for bit.” She pressed the damp rag onto his arm, the cool water temporarily taking away the stinging sensation of the burn. They planned out their next path to a town, so they could resupply, seeing that the closest settlement was Diamond City. Danse preferred not traveling on foot with an injured arm, but Sole had already stated she had no flares for a vertibird. Danse suddenly realized the wound on his arm wasn’t hurting at all and asked Sole to remove her hand for a moment. When she took of the rag from him the burn wound had amazingly almost healed completely! “What was in that water?’ he asked, his eyes still glued to the healed wound. Sole chuckled, “Nothing, just water.” “This hasn’t happened before, did you…?” Sole met his eyes with a playful wink, stuffing the rag back into the bag and stood up. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” She began to walk off, Danse following behind, a confused expression still on his face. There was no obvious explanation for what had just happened, but he wasn’t ungrateful for that small miracle. “I’m asking this off the record here knight; are you…?” “A witch?” Sole had caught him off guard with her abrupt answer. “I know of the history of Salem and its infamous witch trials. But I honestly thought it was just ludicrous.” A small grin showed up on Sole’s face. “Not going to report me to the magistrates, are you?” A hearty laugh came out of him. “No, your secret is safe with me.”

Deacon: This was the tenth repair to his boots Deacon had to make this month. He’d throw them away if a better pair was available, but he didn’t have such luxury in this wasteland. The soles were falling off, the laces withering away each day, and more and more it seemed he had to fix on it. No amount of thread and stitching could keep them from falling apart it seemed. Deacon sighed to himself as he was trying to stitch the sole back to one of his shoes when Sole came into the Railroad bed bunks. “Again Deacon?” she asked nonchalantly. He let out a half-assed laugh, drooping the shoe and needle down in front in front of him. “Unless Fallon’s department makes a comeback with some solid footwear, this is all I have to work with.” Sole took up his weathered shoe and needle, inspecting the tears on it before starting to stitch herself as Deacon watched her. After finishing the first one, she traced her finger over the new stitches; then picked up other shoe and started the process again. Deacon sighed, leaning his head back against the wall and closed his eyes for a bit. He opened them at Sole’s soft nudging. “Here ya go.” She passed him back his boots. He took them and thanked her before taking a quick glance at them and set them down next to his mattress. He froze and looked at them again. All the tears and rips and weathering were completely gone. The original insoles were back in there too! His eyes snapped back to Sole, who had a sheepish grin on her face. “I’m not sure if I should thank you or report you to the local magistrates.” he kidded. Sole rolled her eyes, laying back onto her mattress and told him to get some sleep. “You got a spell for that, boss?” “GoodNIGHT Deacon.” “Night boss.” Deacon jokingly put his fingers up into a cross as he bunkered down as well. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Dez’s and Carrington’s faces tomorrow when he told them.

Dogmeat: Sole had noticed that Dogmeat was very lonely at Sanctuary; he was only dog there and none of the settlers besides Preston and Sturges seem to want to play with him. So, she came up with the idea to set up dog houses with spare food in hopes of attracting another furry friend. But a week went by and Dogmeat was still wandering the settlement by himself. Finally, she decided to set out an extra plate of dog food, this time sprinkling a special spice she blended from the herbs in her garden. Dogmeat watched her excitedly, feeling lucky that a new friend would show up anytime soon. The morning after that, Dogmeat woke up to a giddy little retriever sniffing around his dog house. A new friend! The two canines rushed into Sole’s house to wake her up, who happily patted both of their heads before she gave the new dog a collar. Dogmeat was overjoyed at the fact that he wouldn’t be stuck by himself whenever Sole was gone now. Now while Dogmeat wasn’t quite wise enough to sense that magic was being played into this happy event, he knew something has always been different about Sole. Maybe that’s why he likes her, besides the numerous treats she gives him daily.

Gage: Tempers were getting fiery within the Disciples gang, seeing as how they were pissed at how the new Overboss hadn’t given them any territory yet. Gage suggested to Sole to meet with Nisha and doing some small tasks: just to stay on her good side. On the way up to Nisha’s room in the Fizztop Mountain, a Disciple woman snarled at Gage, threatening a loss of another eye if they didn’t shape up soon. Gage shrugged it off, feeding into their remarks only made it worse. Sole however snapped back that they should watch who they’re talking to. Gage tried to get Sole to disengage with the woman, but she stared down the raider anyway. “What are you gonna do about it?” the disciple laughed. Sole then turned up her nose at her, her eyes unwavering. The bar that was holding up the raider leaning on it suddenly snapped, and she toppled down onto the ground 20 feet below, a scream escaping her before her body crashed onto the hard pavement. Everyone in the room was silent for a moment, then snapped their eyes onto the Overboss, including Gage. Sole shrugged, “Shouldn’t have been leaning on that. Things break.” She resumed walking up to Nisha as Gage followed behind cautiously. What just happened? Gage wasn’t one to be superstitious, but he decided it would be a good idea not to piss his boss off anytime soon. “Geez boss, you gonna put a curse on everyone who pisses you off?” Gage joked when they got back to the Fizztop Grille. “Maybe.” She scoffed taking a seat at the bar, a sarcastic smirk plastered on her face. “Not exactly good for business; and keep it to a minimum. Wouldn’t want to have to suffer through a witch trial.” “Jackass.” “So, I’m right?” he asked. “Yeah, just didn’t expect you to figure it out so soon.” “Hard not to when people start ‘falling’ accidentally.” Gage received a soft punch to his arm for that.

Hancock: Keeping loan sharks and the threatening sort away from newcomers to Goodneighbor was an ongoing duty for Hancock. While some of the drifters bothering visitors was an easy fix with a simple few words or a loose threat, an occasional one would try to start a fight with him. That’s fine, Hancock as no stranger to that sort of thing. But he much preferred to keep the peace. However, a certain drifter was trying to corner the latest newcomer into giving them a handful of caps for a “visitation tax”. He sighed and told the drifter to give the new guy some space. Apparently, they were not one to be bossed around; taking out a knife and glaring down the mayor. Sole appeared to Hancock’s side, warning that the drifter not to try anything. The drifter charged at Hancock anyway, only an arm’s length away from him before suddenly tripping on thin air and crashing into the ground. The drifter was groaning out in pain, in which Hancock realized the idiot had somehow managed to fall onto his own knife. He glanced briefly at Sole, who had a small smirk on her face, suggesting they call over Dr. Amari. Hancock stood frozen for a moment as she walked off. He wanted to think it was just pure luck that got him unharmed, but something told him it had to do with Sole. “Should I invest in a cross or two?” he joshed as he and Sole plopped down onto his couch. “That’s for vampires, dumbass.” She lightly punched him in the shoulder, “Invest in a bible instead, or just make sure to stay on my good side.” Hancock hooted at the thought of that. “So, when were you gonna tell me you were a broom-rider?” “Really?” she scoffed. “Potion-maker?” “John.” “Crystal ball-reader?” “I swear to god.” Hancock now had a new list of jokes and puns just for her. Couldn’t wait to use them all or until she has enough and turns him into a frog.

Longfellow: This godforsaken island didn’t have much to do, so Longfellow usually passed the time with fishing. Sadly, the fish didn’t seem to be biting this month. No matter how much bait or chum he dropped into the water, not a single fish was taking a bite. He was just about to call it a day when Sole had made her way to his shack, sitting next to him on his self-made pier. “No luck?’ she asked. He sighed, throwing another line into the water. “Gonna starve at this point if nothing show’s up.” Sole took a handful of bait and stared at it for a moment, before muttering a word or two and dropping it off the pier. Longfellow was just about to snap at her for wasting good bait when he felt a tug on the line. He immediately started reeling it in. A fish the length of his entire arm was wiggling from the hook. Longfellow let out a cheerful shout as he took the fish from the hook, a rare gleam in his eyes. “I don’t know what kind of magic you just pulled of girl, but holy hell!” Over dinner he asked her simply, “You a witch?” “Suppose so.” Sole casually shrugged, a sly smirk etched onto her face. “Thought my gran was a witch once when she started to claim the devil was talking to her. Turned out she was just jumped up on psycho.” He glanced up at Sole, jokingly asking. “You’re not cahorting with demons, right? I’ll accept spell craft and the occasional chanting, but demons are where I draw the line.” “No demons, promise.” He sat back in his chair, giving her a nod. “Then I see no problem.” Personally, Longfellow had no quarrel or underlying fears with other worldly magics. He’s seen enough weird shit to last three lifetimes, so Sole was still an okay fella in his book.

MacCready: It had been a very hard week, unable to pick up any jobs with Sole even though this had been the third town they’ve been to. No bounties, no raider problems, heck not even a simple errand to do. At least bunker Hill had the small bar, so he and Sole could pass the time drinking. They sat down at Joe Savoldi’s bar and ordered a couple of beers. MacCready reached into his bag to grab a few caps. His eyes went wide as he realized the pack of caps he had in there was gone. He checked a second time, then a third. Sole asked him what was wrong, leaning over towards MacCready curiously. Mac looked up and blankly told her he lost all the caps. Joe muttered to himself, shaking his head as Macready dumped the contents of the bag onto the counter until it was completely empty. Still no sign of their money. Sole asked him to give the bag to her, looking through the pockets of it herself. Macready held his head between his hands as she looked, eyes boring into the counter. That was a whole month’s worth of pay! “Here it is.” Sole said triumphantly, taking a small pouch out of the bag. How? MacCready emptied it out completely! Joe begrudgingly took the caps and told them not to pull that shit again. Sole popped of the cap of her Gwinnet and took a sip as MacCready stared at her in disbelief, before turning to his own drink. How? Maybe he just didn’t look hard enough… He was too nervous to ask her then, but later on popped the question when they were back on the road. “Do you know magic?” Sole exhaled, “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’m…- “. “A witch! I KNEW it!” MacCready shot his fists up into the air triumphantly, causing Sole to stare at him in confusion. “You… What?” she quizzically raised a brow, not expecting that sort of reaction. “I knew it! Cait owes me 20 caps!” Sole just stood there, mouth agape and unable to add anything. MacCready was giddy all the way back to Sanctuary, asking her a million questions. “Can you turn people into animals? Do witches actually not drown? Why don’t you have a hat- “. “No, I can’t. Witches can drown; that trial was stupid. And I don’t have a hat because that’s a stupid stereotype, plus it’s not like they’re easy to find.” MacCready thought for a moment before asking her if she can make him taller. “Another stupid question and I’ll take a whole foot off your height.” He didn’t know if she was kidding, but he still thought it was cool nonetheless.

Nick Valentine: Brotherhood of Steel was an unwelcome sight for Nick, he didn’t care for them. He wished those assholes would just stay in their blimp, but apparently it was inevitable to find them, even in Diamond City. He just wanted to ask around the market if anybody had seen a missing person that recently came up in a case, but a couple of tin-clad soldiers stopped him and Sole and asked if he belonged here. “I live here jackass.” Nick snapped at them, turning back to Arturo as Sole shot the soldiers a cold glare. “You watch your tone when speaking to the Brotherhood, synth.” Nick almost said something else to the soldier, that is until Sole snapped her fingers, her glare unwavering. The soldier unexpectedly lost balance and fell over, thudding onto the ground. It took a good ten minutes for the other soldier to help them up. Meanwhile, all of the Diamond City market, including Nick and Sole, was snickering. The two soldiers huffed and stomped out of the market, Nick’s smile seemingly permanently etched into a grin for the rest of the day. Valentine asked Sole if she had done it, only receiving a coy smirk from her. Huh, Sole was always the shocker. Nick honestly wouldn’t be too surprised that she was a witch or something supernatural; he’s seen weirder things in life. He didn’t need to pry more out of her.

Piper: Piper had just about had enough of Mayor McDonough. This is the third time this week she was locked out of the front gate of Diamond City! Luckily Sole was there again with her. Sole convinced Danny to let them through, or else they’d be hearing from the Minutemen. Once they walked into Diamond City they were stopped by a very upset Mayor McDonough. After he and Piper argued for a bit Sole finally stepped in and told McDonough he should consider apologizing to Piper. “As if!” he barked as he made his way to the stairs and lift to his office. Sole whispered a few incomprehensible words as she bore her eyes into to the back of his head. Piper raised a suspicious brow but thought nothing more of it then an idle threat. That was until the mayor slipped on the second step of the stairwell. He stood up hurriedly, composed himself, and continued up the stairs, only to slip on the fifth one. Piper burst out in laughter, which resulted in a quick but angry glare from McDonough. Sole had a sly smirk etched onto her face as Piper tried to find something to grab onto, so she wouldn’t fall over in her fit of laughter. And it didn’t stop there. For the rest of the week the mayor just couldn’t seem to do anything in peace. The noodles he bought at Takahashi’s stand burned the roof of his tongue so bad that he had to go see Dr. Sun; the day after that his favorite hat flew off his head and into the mud. Then when he gave a speech that Thursday it spontaneously started to rain, which cut off his microphone and ruined the ink on the speech papers he was reading off from. Piper had a small inkling that Sole had something to do with this. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re the one giving McDonough a hard time.” She questioned Sole back at her home. “Is this a complaint?” Sole replied. “Hardly,” Piper took another piece of gum out of her packet, handing it to Sole. “It’s a sincere thank you, from me and probably most of Diamond City.” “You gonna ask how I did it? I feel like I’m being interviewed.” “Nah, I’ll save that for the next issue; ‘McDonough Faces Hard Times After Exchange with Supernatural Vault Dweller!’”. Regardless, Piper hadn’t laughed so much in years.

Preston: This rain hasn’t let up in days. Preston missed the blue sky; only gray clouds have been swarming the atmosphere. Sole walked up to him taking shelter in one of the doorways of the Castle. “Been some pretty dreary days, huh?” Sole commented. Preston nodded, “Was hoping to take a stroll around, see how everything’s shaping up.” He sighed sadly, Sole taking notice of the solemn look on his face. “Be right back.” She walked out towards the courtyard, face turned up to the sky. Now why would the General just stand out there? Preston was going to call her over to come back in when the rain started drizzling away. Preston stood frozen in the doorway, mouth agape with shock as Sole turned back to him and chuckled; “Much better!” She beckoned him over and he happily stepped out from the doorway, and accepted Sole’s offer to walk around the walls of the castle. When they got to the shore near the east wall Preston begged her to tell him how she did that. “Did what?” “You know! Made the rain go away!” he said. She just shrugged,” Special little gift I got.” “You a witch or something? Like from the Salem Museum?” “Suppose you could say that.” Preston looked out into the water; he didn’t expect witches to be an actual thing. “Can you cast a spell to make the Gwinnet kegs refill?” he jokingly asked. Sole just snorted, “For you? Sure.”

Strong: Strong is tough. But not tough enough against power fist to head. Head hurt, ask human to make head stop hurting. Human thought for a while and said hold still. They put hand on Strong head and did nothing. Why human do nothing? Strong grumbled and thought human was being stupid. Suddenly Strong no longer have head pain. “How human do that?” Human say, “Magic and a good spell.” Strong ask what ma-jick is. Human tried to explain but Strong still confused. Oh well, at least head no hurt no more.

X6-88: X6 was never easily scared or frightened. Heights, lightning and Justin Ayo however got to him. Especially Ayo during his screaming fits when things go wrong. Another synth had been lost during X6’s last recapture mission, a failure on his part. Acting Director Ayo was a force to be reckoned with when he was infuriated, especially when that anger was directed towards synths. X6 tried to remain his composure when Ayo threw the report into his face, the man’s shouting could be heard through out the Institute. The exit doors of the Retention Bureau slid open, and a very vexed Sole stomped into Ayo’s office. “What’s the meaning of this?!” she snapped at Ayo, stepping in front of X6, her eyes burning a hole into a now petrified Ayo. “Th-this unit- “Ayo stammered. “You mean X6? He has a name.” X6-88 kept his eyes on Justin. “Identification… He lost a very valuable target and I-!” Director Ayo stopped in his tracks, his hands dropping the remaining pages and cowered down onto the ground. X6 glanced worriedly towards Sole, whose gaze had not broken from the man in front of her. She was whispering incoherent words that X6 couldn’t pick up. Ayo stood up weakly a second later, refusing to look Sole or him in the eye. “You treat him respectfully next time, or I’ll be dealing with you personally.” Ayo gave her a shakily nod, scampering to pick up the papers off the ground as Sole led X6 out of the room. A final wave of her hand in his direction made the door slam shut as they exited, causing a few nearby residents and workers to stare in shock. She sat him down at one of the benches near the center of the complex, a heavy sigh escaping her body. “I’m sorry you had to see that ma’am.” X6 solemnly tugged at the sleeves of his jacket. Sole sighed, “Not your fault he’s a jackass.” X6 couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “How did you do that?” “Do what?” she scoffed lightly. “You know; he just shrunk down all the sudden. I’ve never seen him so scared. And the door?” X6 knew the other coursers would’ve gotten a laugh at the sight of Ayo quivering like a child, not that they would do so in front of him most likely. “Would you believe me if I told you?” “What did you do to him?” he asked. “Just scared him a little. He won’t be bothering you again.” “Are you saying you have supernatural abilities Sole?” He never imagined witchcraft and curses to be more than an absurd land dweller’s story. “Just don’t tell.” She winked at him playfully, getting a rare smile out of him. After that X6 never seemed to have a problem with Ayo. One less thing he’s scared of. Now if Sole could stop the thunder during storms that would be well appreciated.

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