#Paladin Danse x Male sole survivor

[sweetcocopowder]

Pitch Black Dahlias | PT. 1 | PT.2

Synopsis: The news had taken everyone by shock. The Minutemen had been the one to take down the Institute. It's evil being rid of the Commonwealth once and for all.

But that doesn't mean that Nate's work is over. There is a still a lot to. And that includes helping Danse with his current dilemma of finding out who he truly is. And the pre-war man thinks bringing Danse along on some Railroad jobs will help out.

Hopefully.

Word Count: 2.2K

Pairing: Paladin Danse x Nate (Male Sole Survivor)

Warnings: Slow Burn. Trauma. Eventual Smut.

The only times Danse has had the time to visit to Diamond City, it’s all been for Nate. He sees no need to come to this part of the Commonwealth by himself. Yes, he has travelled and scouted around Diamond City when he was stationed at the Cambridge Station. But even those little expeditions were dangerous at that point of time. Those memories still spark a pang of hurt deep within his chest.

He pushes it aside as he walks down the stairs to the Diamond City centre. He hasn’t seen Nate in two weeks. A whole two weeks since they infiltrated the Institute together with the Minutemen and destroyed the evil from the Commonwealth.

He was more than honoured to do so when Nate had asked him to be by his side. It had given him something to shoot at and fight for.

A part of him only hoped that it would have been the Brotherhood to participate in such a role. But Danse couldn’t argue with Nate when he was set in his ways. His mind was made up ages ago. The whole ordeal out of the Listening Post was probably what tipped him over the edge. It always something that Danse stills ponders on. Still thinking that that day was his last.

But he’s still here, alive, as a synth can get, and standing naked in Diamond City. Not naked per say, but he feels like it.

He’s come without his power armour at Nate’s request. He felt more at home inside of one. But the fact that Nate had asked him to come without one? It made him feel weary travelling from the Castle to Diamond City without it. But he trusts Nate’s judgement even if it might be questionable at times.

Like standing still while aiming down his scope as a super mutant suicider came barrelling his way. Danse was still his sponsor back then and hounded into Nate for being so stupid. He left it out of the report, but that doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing he did for the Brotherhood matters.

He pulls his bomber jacket closer around his chest, the late autumn breeze cold today. He ventures through the market to Nate’s residents at the Home Plate, ignoring the multiple people calling his way trying to upsell their products. He doesn’t need a haircut, or some ammo, or a… swatter? He eyes the red faced man before continuing on.

Anyways.

Danse gives three sharp knocks on the door and takes a step away. He eyes the empty power armour rack, wondering where Nate has kept his T-45. It wasn’t at the Castle, he just came from there. Maybe he’s left it up at the Red Rocket with his wide collection of power armours. He waits a few minutes before knocking again. He doesn’t want to intrude even though he knows Nate wouldn’t care. It’s more out of respect than anything.

“Danse.”

Slowly -at the sound of the very unique voice-, the ex-Paladin turns to meet the synth detective with a frown. Valentine narrows his gaze to him with a raised brow.

“Valentine,” he responds back blandly.

“Glad to see you out and about after everything,” the detective says with as much sarcasm as possible.

“Where’s Nate?” Danse gets to the point, his tone blunt and firm.

But Valentine doesn’t faulter to the demand. His stark yellow eyes flickers behind the former soldier before back at him. “He’s this way,” he says instead with a small wave of his hand.

Danse hesitates for a moment, glancing to the door before reluctantly following after Valentine. He’s well aware that his hate towards the synth is something that’s hypocritical. Yet there’s something so intertwined in Danse’s heart that he hasn’t been able to rid himself of yet. Could be the same reason why he was so ready to die by Nate’s hands. Dropped to his knees and begged that he needed to be the example, not the exception.

Yet Nate had still dragged him from his knees and pleaded. Showed him mercy that Danse didn’t deserve. The ex-Paladin doesn’t think he deserved it. He’s heard from others that Nate has a bleeding heart and Danse wouldn’t be the one to object to those claims. Sometimes it’s a dangerous thing. Getting them into more trouble at times.

The two don’t get far. Valentine stops just outside the chems store and points a skinny, metal finger upwards. Danse looks up without a word and doesn’t see it at first, but when he does he can’t help but stare.

There’s a small, makeshift balcony atop of Nate’s residents, one that overlooks the city. A grand view of the place. It’s a lovely little spot that Nate paid a pretty cap for. But there in his little red throne -a single seater couch- with his head lolled onto his chest, is Nate fast asleep. His hands are overlapped on his torso with his legs outstretched. He reminds Danse of one of those older settlers at Sanctuary that can be seen napping the day away. Every, single, day.

“How long has he been up there?” Danse asks casually. His shoulders have relaxed and his head is slightly cocked to the side like a dog.

“Around three hours now,” Valentine answers with a chuckle. “As far as I know from Piper they came back from the Railroad. They’ve been keeping him on his toes lately trying to help the synths you and him helped out.”

Danse swallows thickly. “It was all him.”

“Whatever you say, big guy,” Valentine speaks softly. “But at least give yourself some credit.”

There’s no response to that and the synth detective hums at that.

“Is that why I haven’t seen high or nigh of you lately? Didn’t want to deal with other synths?” Valentine asks, jabbing at this point.

Danse swallows thickly and changes the subject. “Why was Piper with him?”

Valentine lightly rolls his eyes and looks back up Nate. “She wanted a story. The aftermath of the Institute and what nots. Don’t know how good it’ll be with the Railroad wanting to stay hidden and all.”

“Does it matter anymore with the Institute gone?” Danse asks a genuine question.

It takes Valentine back a bit, the question actually making him wonder. “To some degree, yeah. There’s still synths out there that believe in what the Institute was doing.” The detective pauses for a moment, staring at the soldier. “You’d know that if you didn’t go off hiding away. Nate needs you right now more than ever.”

Danse swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’ll wake him,” is all he murmurs before walking off.

He brings the spare keys to Home Plate out of his jacket pocket and unlocks the door. He wouldn’t normally let himself in, despite Nate having told him in the past that this place is more welcome to call home than anywhere else. Like the Castle and Sanctuary.

“It’s ours,” he has said once. It sounds weird on his mind as it did hearing it the first time from Nate’s mouth.

Yet whenever Danse is at those settlements as well, he feels more of the need to keep on his toes and work. Make sure that everything is in order, checking the defence systems more moving onto the water supplies, then onto the generators. Keeping his mind and body preoccupied so that he doesn’t have to think of other pressing matters. Just like the Brotherhood had ironed into him.

But Home Plate, it’s probably the only place that Danse has ever felt relaxed. The noise that seeps in through the thin walls of the place reminds him all too well of the Prydwyn, an all too welcoming murmur of noise. Theres no checklists at Home Plate. Only the mundane need to keep the place tidy of dust and other critters that decide to make themselves home.

Danse is quick to take himself up the stairs to the balcony. He opens the door as quietly as he can, peering around the corner to where Nate still sleeps peacefully on the couch. The ex-Paladin can’t help but watch for a moment with his brown eyes. The usual frown that has somehow become a permanent thing on Nate’s face has now smoothed out.  

With a quick glance out below, Valentine is nowhere to be seen and the people of Diamond City pay them no mind. One other thing that was ironed into Danse was their concept on attraction. A Paladin had to be at his best at all times. And that meant to having someone you love dearly being on your mind. The quality and the care for a Paladin’s garrison was all that Danse was able to think about.

Yes, he had come to a point in his sponsorship with Nate that his brewing feelings could mean something much more. Seeing someone being able to hold their own and being able to lead. It had wanted Danse to know more about Nate and who he was before the war. What things were like back then.

Slowly, Danse kneels down to one knee next to Nate’s outstretched legs. He brings a hand up gently and caresses the sleeping man’s face who stirs. Nate inhales deeply as his dark blue eyes blink awake through a squinted, peeping gaze. He looks to Danse with a bleary expression before a warm smile comes to his lips. He leans into the rough hand on his face, cupping it with his own. He turns his face into Danse’s palm and gives it a light kiss, his movements still filled with the grogginess of sleep.

“I think I may still be dreaming,” Nates murmurs groggily.

Danse stands up and places a kiss to the other’s forehead. “Rise and shine.”

Nate groans loudly as he stretches his stiff joints in the couch. He looks out to the small city and blinks.

No matter how much the Brotherhood had said about attraction and love, Nate had always made it feels welcoming though. Something that Danse still finds himself having trouble pulling away from. These past two weeks have been hell sent. But he won’t admit that out loud where the world can hear.

Nate then looks to his pip-boy as he licks his lips. His face goes from placid to wide and frantic within less than a second.  

“I was out for over three hours!?” He exclaims as he suddenly sits up straight.

Danse responds quickly with, “Your body needed the rest after everything you’ve been putting yourself through.”

Nate stands up, running a hand through his hair as his peace is disrupted by his own mind and responsibilities once more. This is probably the first time in months that Nate has had some time to himself.

“We’re going to be late!” Nate exclaims. “Did you let me sleep that long?” He asks with no bite to his tone.

“I only just arrived here,” Danse states.

That seems to calm the other man down a bit, his tense shoulders sagging. “Okay then we would have been late anyways,” Nate says more to himself than to the ex-Paladin.

“Why did you want me here?” Danse asks.

Deep blue eyes focus back onto the soldier. “Did you pick up those care packages?” He asks.

Danse could make a comment. A bad comment that would most likely have Nate snapping at him. Because why did Nate have him go to a Railroad drop point to meet up with Deacon of all people to hand him this, box? A care package of some sorts. Deacon hadn’t said much, had just said good luck before moving on with a fat grin on his face. He had tipped his wig of hair like some man in a suit would tip their fedora. It was odd and only had Danse confused even further.

But knowing that this job had to do with the Railroad, he couldn’t help but let that old hatred towards them linger and simmer. He’s aware it’s wrong, they help others of his kind. Synths. Yet there it was, that distaste that comes to his tongue whenever he’s near them or mentioned.

So, he replies with a simple and bland, “Yes.”

Nate picks up on his though and looks to him with a raised brow. “You didn’t do anything stupid with Deacon, did you?” He asks with a hand on his hip.

Danse’s brows shoot up. He should be offended at Nate saying such a thing! “No! I wouldn’t harm one of your contacts even if they’re-“ he cuts himself short. “I wouldn’t,” he repeats himself, his voice more on the verge of a whine than anything else. He clears his throat, hoping to cover it up.  

He shuffles around inside of his bomber jacket and holds out the two care packages to Nate instead. Hoping to distract the man from his current inner panic.

Nate takes the packages with a thank you. He opens them both up without a word, looking inside to make sure that everything is intact. From where Danse stands, he can’t see anything but from the look on Nate’s face, everything is satisfactory.

“Alright!” Nate exclaims as he snaps the packages shut. He places them under his arm as he makes his way back into Home Plate. “I want you to join me for a delivery!”

“A delivery?” Danse can’t help but ask.

“A very, dangerous delivery,” Nate grins slyly before he disappears inside.

Danse can’t help but roll his eyes at the comment. Isn’t everything dangerous when it comes to the man? The way he does things is, questionable. Danse groans to himself, before heading inside after the other.

[mtreebeardiles]

Bonds of Smoke and Steel, ch. 6

Had this chapter mostly written for like....forever...

Full chapter over on AO3 -- chapter does have an explicit scene in it as a heads up

Preview:

"Not big on subtlety, are they?"

There was a teasing edge to Taylor's voice, but it didn't do much to erase the awe Danse could see in his face. He found himself smiling a little, more than a bit proud at the display being showcased above. 

He'd been reasonably sure the Prydwen would come; several recon teams already lost to the Commonwealth, all efforts pointing to energy level anomalies that couldn't -- and shouldn't -- be ignored, and it was in keeping with Elder Maxson's hands-on approach that he would come with a strong contingent of the Brotherhood. 

And that meant arriving in their pride and joy. 

The Prydwen was a marvel of engineering, capable of holding an impressive number of knights, scribes, initiates, as well as their higher-ups. Danse had personal quarters of his own up there, for all he didn't have much in terms of sentimental items or keepsakes. But it was practical, with access to Proctor Ingram's armor bay, a fully functioning infirmary, labs, and plenty of space for the scribes to do their work processing and tagging any interesting technological finds -- which Danse's team had plenty to hand over. 

As they watched the airborne vessel anchor itself into place over the remnants of the Boston Airport, several smaller craft detached and cycled out in scouting patterns -- Vertibirds, and Danse quickly spotted one angling in their direction. 

"C'mon," he urged, heading back towards the police station. "They're going to want a full report -- and officially welcome you to our ranks."

Taylor's awe continued once they were aboard. Their Vertibird pilot had given him the go-ahead to use the mounted machine gun to track potential threats down below -- Super mutants in particular needed little prompting to try shooting them down -- and while the flight to the Prydwen was uneventful it still felt good to see Taylor get a better taste of what the Brotherhood was capable of beyond Danse's reduced recon team. 

He enjoyed it while he could, tagging along as Taylor got a quick tour of the ship, a medical check-up and, Danse was pleased to note, a Brotherhood power armor set. T60, in far better shape than the man's old T45, and the Paladin was pleased to see the way Taylor smiled as the other man ran a hand along the chest plate and the insignia it bore. 

Then he was whisked away to meet with Maxson amongst other initiates, and Danse took that time to file his own reports and update his team's assignments.  

They met up again in the mess, news having already spread about Taylor's new rank -- well earned and well worn already, so far as Danse was concerned, and he couldn't help the burst of pride he felt when the other man joined him at last. 

"Congratulations, Knight," he said, clasping Taylor's shoulder. "You deserve it."

A faint flush crept into Taylor's cheeks, that slightly crooked grin pulling at his lips and Danse fought down the urge to lean in and kiss him. 

"Did Elder Maxson give you your assignment?"

"Said you and I were going to tackle Fort Strong?"

"Correct, Knight. Take a moment to familiarize yourself with your new armor and we'll depart right after."

They were taken to their destination via Vertibird, engaging in some aerial fighting when they spotted a hulking behemoth of a Super Mutant on the scene. Taylor set to the task with the sort of keen precision Danse was coming to expect from him, and he briefly wondered if the new Knight had previous aircraft experience. Not unlikely; bombers would've been more common during the earlier wars, but he wasn't as certain if they'd had craft quite like this. 

Necessity breeds innovation. Something quoted to him, once, but he couldn't recall from whom. 

He shook the thoughts away, refocusing, allowing himself just a moment to contemplate after, after, after. After this mission, after their reports, after they saw to their armor…

After his obligations were met, he and Taylor could finally talk.

----

"So how'd you rank your first day as an official Brotherhood Knight?"

The question was pitched low for Taylor's ears only as they made their way back along the main deck, heading towards the officers' quarters at the front of the ship. Armor seen to, reports filed with Quinlan, and Taylor's first mission as Knight was a resounding success. Other soldiers were already moving on the cleared area of Fort Strong below, securing it as a staging ground for the Brotherhood's proposed offensive against the Institute. The decks were a flurry of activity, scribes and fellow knights in full armor carrying out orders and kicking up a cacophony that left Danse feeling oddly nostalgic. 

"Not bad," Taylor replied when Danse tugged open the door to his personal quarters and gestured for the other man to go ahead of him. It would be a bit quieter here, at least, than trying to have any manner of conversation in the mess -- even if the conversation wasn't private in nature. And this one decidedly was. 

If Danse didn't lose his nerve, at least. 

"'Not bad?'" 

"Don't have much to compare it to," Taylor pointed out, falling onto Danse's bunk without preamble. He leaned back, legs dangling off the edge as he stretched and folded his hands under his head. His hair was curling slightly, still drying from his brief wash, and Danse found himself distracted all over again. Found himself following the line of Taylor's throat to where it led to the slightly open collar of his shirt, dipping into a hollow he knew from personal experience was a sweet spot for the other man. 

Found himself wishing the showers aboard the Prydwen weren't heavily rationed, that they could go back to Sanctuary and its greater privacy and its illusions of having all the time in the world. 

"Danse?"

"Right." Danse cleared his throat, shaking his head. "That's… fair. Very fair. Well, take it from me, then -- you did an exemplary job down there, Taylor."

"Thank you?"

"…was that a question?"

Taylor was eyeing him now, an eyebrow cocked. 

"I mean, I meant it, but…" Taylor pushed himself up, bracing his elbows on his knees and letting his hands dangle loosely between them. "Kinda getting the feeling you're…distracted. Everything okay?"

"I'm…"

Danse swallowed, feeling oddly exposed and pinned into place by that hazel gaze. 

"I…I wanted to…I'm not sure how to… I did want to talk with you, if that….if that's okay."

Taylor's brow furrowed. 

"Of course," he replied. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Danse."

"…Thank you." Still, he hesitated, clearing his throat again. Wished not for the first time that he had Taylor's ease with words, with expressing himself. That unassuming confidence, that surety in himself. "I… wanted to talk to you about…about our relationship."

Taylor was frowning now. 

"…I… is there a…problem? I thought you said fraternization --"

"--no, no, there's no problem. There's no issue, not… not like that."

"Then like what?"

"Not…" Danse sighed, running a set of fingers through his own still-damp hair. "That came out wrong. There isn't an issue, technical or otherwise."

Taylor's shoulders relaxed. "Okay, that's…that's good…"

"I just, I wanted… I mean, I've enjoyed what we…what we've done, so far. With the um."

"Kissing?"

"That," Danse agreed, his cheeks on fire. "I was just… I guess curious, where you uh… where you stood on…"

Taylor blinked at him, cocking his head to the side as he considered him. Danse felt doubly exposed as those hazel eyes tracked up and down the length of his body. 

"…are you asking if I'd want to do…more than kissing?"

This shouldn't have been difficult. Why was it difficult? He'd had his tongue in Taylor's mouth, sucked bruises into the hollow of his throat, along his collarbones, just below where anyone might see them. He'd had Taylor's hands on his body -- over the clothes for the most part, sure, but…still. 

Why did it feel bigger, somehow, to ask to do that with less separating them?

"…yes."

[comradeacerbus]

To the lovely and cherished readers of my fanfiction on Archive of Our Own, 

I am seriously considering reworking my Fallout 4 fic, Crawl Out Through the Fallout. Nothing huge, just doing some general editing and tuning up the romantic subplot throughout the story so it flows a little more nicely. I feel like I’ve improved a great deal in my writing since the year or three since I’ve written, and since it’s my most popular fic to date, I daresay it could use a little bit of love. (that and i cringe into oblivion when i see my blunders in the original script fuwhefkjhsdkjlfhsadlkjhf)

I would love some opinions

[gaqalesqua]

Danse wonders what his purpose is without the Brotherhood

[iliumheightnights]

Sanctuary | Danse x Male!Sole Survivor

Pairing: Danse x Male Reader Fandom: Fallout 4 Ask: Paladin Danse's response to seeing your network of interconnected settlements, all with heavily-armed defenses and the growth of a new civilization, all without Brotherhood assistance?

~~~ This would totally happen pre-relationship between them. When Danse is still part of the Brotherhood. ~~~

"We're almost there." M/n said as he walked ahead of Danse.

The Paladin made a noise in acknowledgement. He let M/n lead the way. This was a resupply mission. The two were bringing some much-needed supplies to his settlement.

Danse hadn't wanted to deviate from their mission for the brotherhood, but M/n had been a good help and friend. He figured this wouldn't be a bad distraction.

They had just passed through the abandoned city of Concord and were at an old Red Rocket stop. However, the building was surrounded by walls and had a few watch towers.

"M/n! Hey M/n!" One of the guardsmen waved to them. "You stopping in or heading to Sanctuary?"

"Sanctuary! Have to drop off something!"

"Understood! We'll call ahead and tell them you're on your way. Make sure there isn't any surprises or anything."

"Thanks Donick!"

Soon the little outpost was behind them as they continued forward. Danse took the opportunity to ask M/n the question that had popped to his mind. "What was that place?"

"One of our Outposts. It was set up as a good forward waystation to Sanctuary. That way in case Raiders or Bandits try to make a move, we'll be ready for them."

Danse nodded. That made sense. He just hadn't expected that.

Soon both men arrived at a bridge. It was nice and seemed to have been rebuilt. Across the river, a large walled community was seen. Lights were on in the windows with smoke drifting up chimmnies. A whole community. A functioning community.

"Come on. I'm sure if we hurry there will still be some good dinner left for us."

They crossed the bridge and arrived at the gate. Danse noticed how the gate was surrounded by automated machine gun turrents. A few rocket launchers were stationed above the watch towers.

"M/n! You're back! About time too! Doc needs those meds like ASAP."

"Sounds good. Go ahead and open up Rhonda!"

She didn't waste any time. Soon the gate opened up and they could walk through. It was then that Danse noticed how they weren't in the community yet. There was in fact another gate they had to walk through and more turrents. "What? You think we're idle with our safety?" M/n teasingly asked Danse.

The other gate opened as the one they just walked through closed. They were then able to finally enter Sanctuary.

As they walked through the community, Danse couldn't stop looking around. He saw people laughing and smiling. Kids playing around with each other. Pets. He saw pets. Everyone seemed...happy. A lot more than he could say about some of the other brotherhood settlements he had seen.

"Everything alright?" M/n asked once he noticed how Danse seemed to be a bit lost in his thoughts.

"What? Oh! Oh yeah. I'm fine. I just...hadn't expected all of this." He motioned to everything around him. "I'll be honest. I kind of expected a few small shacks and turrents. Not a town."

"Ah. I see. Let me guess, that's what Maxson told you about the commonwealth? That we needed your help?"

"Well...yes."

M/n laughed and shook his head. "Of course." He knew it was the truth. Maxson was a pompous self-absorbed asshat. He thought anything outside of the brotherhood was impure and unnatural. That's why he didn't enjoy being near him.

The two made it to a building that was used as the town's hospital. A doctor in a white coat came rushing to meet them. "PLEASE tell me you have it." M/n smiled and reached into his bag pulling out a few packs of Radaway and some other healing stims. "Right here." The doctor seemed relieved. "THANK YOU." That's all the doctor said before turning around and rushing back to their patients.

"Come on. Let's get something to eat and rest a bit. It's been a long trip." He gave Danse' shoulder a pat and moved out of the building, the larger man following him.

The two were heading towards another building when a man in a long coat and hat approached them. "General! Glad you're back." Preston Garvey. Danse had met him a few times before. Not many, but enough to recognize the man. "We just got a call from Starlight. A group of supermutants tried to get through. Luckily those new turrents ended it rather quickly."

"Good. I'm glad. Any other trouble?"

"The occasional raider here and there, but nothing to really report on."

"Even better news. Thanks Preston."

"General." With that, the minuteman nodded his head and turned to continue his patrol.

"Starlight?"

"One of our other settlements. About twenty-five minutes south of here. Old drive-in." He entered the building with Danse and grabbed two bowls of soup that had been made in the kitchens.

The two sat down on the second story of the building on a patio that overlooked the settlement and a bit of beyond. "Another settlement? How many others are there?" Danse was curious. He had never heard of settlements working together. They were usually on their own.

M/n counted on his fingers and held up five fingers. "Five. Sanctuary and Starlight are two. There's also the Castle, Somerville, and Bunker Hill. Those are our big settlements. There's also a handful of outposts around like the red rocket we passed."

"How did you do this?"

"They really teach you that people suck in the brotherhood huh?" He pointed his spoon at Danse. "People want to live and not fear for their life Danse. Trust and Friendship can do wonders." He took a bite of his soup. "We help each other out. We're connected with the radio towers we built. We also make sure to keep our defenses updated and practice drills regularly. We also share supplies between settlements so that we're all successful."

"And it works?" Danse was amazed at hearing everything he had been told. M/n motioned to the settlement they were in. "Obviously. It's been a few years like this now. Of course, it's not always easy, but we make it work. We REALLY aren't as helpless as you were taught."

"I'm starting to see that." Danse' voice was low. He let a sigh escape his lips before he took a bit of his soup. It tasted nice. Felt very homecooked and filled with warmth.

Was this what home tasted like? If it was, he liked it.

[kb1301]

The Shipping Board

Hello! This is the Shipping Board, where I just put what ship I'm into across different fandoms! OC x Canon ships will occur because I said so. Anything in bold and red means a favorite ship out of favorites.

Destiny 2

O14 / Osiris x Saint-14 (You cannot go wrong with them)

Shaxx12 / Lord Shaxx x Maximus-12 (Main and canon for my Warlock)

Saint-14 x Maximus-12

O14 x Lord Shaxx (Thanks to Zalia for this!)

Lord Shaxx x Saint-14 (I need more of these two Titans together)

MaxCayde / Cayde-6 x Maximus-12 (Canon within the main universe for my Warlock but never fully became fruitful)

CayShaxx12 / Cayde-6 x Lord Shaxx x Maximus-12 (Max can hold each of their hands… come on now)

Tataaks / Misraaks x Tatag-9 (My first OC x Canon ship for my Exo Titan, loyal Guardian to his Kell)

ShiroTag / Shiro-4 x Tatag-9 (I think having a mostly no-nonsense Hunter be in my Exo Titan’s life would be something)

Candal / Cayde-6 x Andal Brask

Felshaxx / Shaxxwinter / Lord Shaxx x Lord Felwinter

O14 x Maximus-12 (AU ship for my Warlock)

O14 x Shaxx12 (the fantasy foursome for Max / my headcanon polyamory where they're all husbands)

Call of Duty

Ghostsoap / Soapghost / Ghoap (Original and Reboot)

Korangi / König x Horangi

Ghostkonig / Ghost x König

König x Male OC (still trying to make one)

Ghost x Male OC (same goes here)

Horangi x Male OC (and here)

Keegan x Male OC (and here.)

König x Horangi x Male OC (a dream thing hihi)

König x Ghost x Male OC (and another dream thing)

Kruegernikto

Ghostsoaproach / Ghost x Soap x Roach

Gazprice / Pricegaz

Nikprice

Alerudy

Walruss / Keegan x Logan

Baldur's Gate 3

Gale x Tav/Durge

Shadowheart x Tav/Durge

Karlach x Tav/Durge

Shae'zel (?) / Shadowzel / Shadowheart x Lae'zel

Shadowlach / Shadowheart x Karlach

Bladeweave / Gale x Wyll

Bloodweave / Gale x Astarion

Bloodpact / Bloodblade / Wyll x Astarion

Durgetash (my preference though is default Durge)

Fallout

Craig Boone x Male Courier

Charon x Male Lone Wanderer

Paladin Danse x Male Sole Survivor

Ghoulcy / Vaultghoul / Lucy MacLean x The Ghoul

Maximus x Thaddeus

Elder Scrolls

Teldryn Sero x Male Dragonborn

Razum-dar x Male Vestige (mostly Khajiit)

Sharp-as-Night x Male Vestige (mostly Khajiit but Argonian too)

Mass Effect

Shakarian & MShakarian

Sheptali (both Shepards!!!)

Shiara (both Shepards!!!)

Shenko & MShenko

Shepard x Jack

Shawson

Dragon Age

Alistair x the Warden

Leliana x the Warden

Morrigan x the Warden

Zevran x the Warden

Handers / Hawke x Anders

Fenhawke / Hawke x Fenris

Isabela x Hawke

Fenders / Fenris x Anders

Cullistair / Cullen x Alistair

Josephine Montilyet x the Inquisitor (they are an aspec relationship in my headcanon)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kusahigu / Higukusa / Kusakabe x Higurumi

Higunana / Higuruma x Nanami

Nanago / Nanami x Gojo

Dimension 20

Theopin / Theobald Gumbar x Lapin Cadbury

Ruehob / Delloso de la Rue x K. P. Hob

Inkblade / Oisin Hakinvar x Adaine Abernant

Figayda / Figueroth Faeth x Ayda Aguefort

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[watchyourdigits]

Falloutober Day One:

War Never Changes

I'm a little late to the party, but here's what I've got for day number one of Falloutober! The main fic for these two is Danse-centric, so I thought it'd be a fun challenge to rewrite the opening scene from Frankie's perspective this time. Enjoy~

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mild sexual language, canon typical violence

Ship: Paldadin Danse x male Sole Survivor

"What's the plan here?"

Frankie rolled his eyes behind his gas mask, barely suppressing a groan. His newly acquired commanding officer had been, up until that very moment, the one calling the shots.

Why would Danse, an otherwise by-the-book kind of man, hand him the reins without warning? The question served as an obvious test; it wasn't as if this so-called 'Paladin' had been anything but wary of him thus far.

Now, facing down an unknown number of super mutants, he was suddenly leaving Frankie to figure out the best course of action.

He wouldn't know subtlety if it smacked him clean across his stupid, perfect face.

Frankie peered above the bushes they were squatting behind to get a better look at the camp. He did a quick visual scan of the place before pulling his head back down behind cover.

"I see three, but there's definitely more."

He tried to explain that his preferred method of sneak-attack wouldn't be as effective with super mutants as it would with human enemies, but the Paladin cut him off.

Typical.

Frankie tapped his fingers against his thigh impatiently as he was, once again, chastised for his manner of dress.

"You'd see better if you weren't wearing that ridiculous thing."

That tone of his was enough to make Frankie grimace. Despite his disarming good looks, Danse was proving no different than the military officials he served before the whole world went to shit. Society was functionally nonexistent and all Danse could seem to think about was arbitrary uniform codes.

Maybe you should just, I dunno, show him your ugly fuckin' mug? Then he'd get it.

He knew that was never truly an option, but it was nonetheless entertaining to imagine Danse's reaction to the grand reveal that he'd been on the receiving end of an unsightly facial disfigurement.

Deathclaws and power armor... Bad combo. Should probably warn him about that...

Frankie opted to ignore him, a momentous exercise of restraint on his behalf, the likes of which the Paladin would probably never be able to appreciate.

"It's not my favorite idea, but how's about you provide covering fire and I'll go in guns blazing?" he said confidently.

"I suppose it's not the worst plan in the world," Danse replied, shrugging his hulking, metal-clad shoulders, drawing an unseen smirk from Frankie at the sight of it. "You point, I shoot."

It was all too obvious that Danse didn't think he'd succeed. Frankie wasn't one to take such a challenge lightly. Hell, if a deathclaw and the literal end of the world couldn't take him down, he was practically invincible, right?

Frankie gave a smug smile behind his mask, clapping Danse on the shoulder.

"Good man. I'll see you on the other side."

He gave a quick two-finger salute, knowing damn well it was sure to piss Danse off to no end since it wasn't the classic Brotherhood salute he'd been taught. Just before he slid down the side of the hill, he caught a glimpse of Danse's face as expression changed to that of a man questioning his life choices.

He sure is somethin'... Guess this shit ain't so different from how it used to be, though. Murderin' everythin' in sight, dealing with annoying military bullshit… Annoying commanding officers with big ole cow eyes. Tryin' not to think about how good said commanding officer would look on his knees…

Frankie shook his head, trying to reel himself back in. He could dwell on his perversions later. Right now, he had to prove he was all he claimed and then some.

God, if you can hear me, just know that I think you're a real sick sonuvabitch.

"Two-hundred years on ice and a fella still can't catch a fuckin' break," he mumbled to himself.

He loaded his shotgun as he approached the first mutie he saw guarding the entrance to the camp. He noticed Frankie far too late.

Before the lumbering abomination could open his mouth to alert the others in his company, a laser fired from the hillside hit him square in the chest. He stumbled a little and Frankie finished him off with two shots to the head, whistling low.

He's a phenomenal shot, I'll give him that. Good timing, too.

Frankie took great delight in the easy flow of the battle. The mutants were slow to react, giving him ample time to sort out his strategy as he went. He made his way through the camp, drawing out his enemies toward the chaos and systematically taking them down, ducking behind cover to reload as Danse provided covering fire from above.

When things finally settled and the last of the super mutants fell, he allowed himself a moment to relish in the silence that rang in his ears. Frankie pulled up his mask just enough to spit on the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The mask fell back into place as he reached the entrance of the camp, giving a thumbs up in Danse's general direction. The Paladin was down the hill and standing before him within seconds.

"Great work up there," Frankie commended. He understood better than most the value in having a trained set of eyes looking out. "Good to know you've got my back."

Danse began removing the helmet of his power armor. Frankie felt a tug in his gut, firmly aware of the way his jaw hung open like an idiot upon watching him run a hand through that thick, dark hair of his. His mind began to wander as Danse's mouth moved, Frankie only barely hearing the words he spoke.

"Same to you, soldier. It's been a while since I've seen potential like that."

Danse sounded genuine about it, too. For half a second, Frankie found himself delusional enough to believe that perhaps he was flirting. With a subordinate, no less.

Just keep it casual, for once in your goddamn life. No sudden advances.

"I told you I had military experience," Frankie replied jokingly, testing the waters. "Did you think I was lyin'?" he asked, leaning himself against one of the rotting wooden fences, paying no mind to the super mutant blood that now called it home.

"No. However, your secrecy leaves you with a lot to prove."

There it is. Damn… Audacious prick.

"Is that so?" Frankie drawled, huffing a little through his nose. "Remind me to tell Elder Maxson that he should give you a promotion."

Danse raised an eyebrow. Of course it was the one with the scar through it. Frankie felt heat traveling up his neck, choking him.

He wanted nothing more than to grab him by those stupid handles of his power armor, pull him down to his level, and-

"Why is that?" Danse asked curiously, cocking his head.

"Because I'll be the best damn thing that's happened to the Brotherhood yet," Frankie answered without missing a beat.

"That's a bold claim. I admire your ambition."

Danse sounded amused, much to Frankie's dismay.

He kept bringing the conversation to the brink of what could constitute flirting. It was maddening, especially as Frankie's body continued to relax, muscles melting under his skin as the adrenaline faded away.

"Bold? I've earned my ego, pal."

Frankie pushed off the fence and had to look away from Danse, growing increasingly concerned that his impulses might cause him to do something idiotic. Like give him a right hook. Or kiss him. Maybe both.

"Maybe one day you'll get it through that thick skull of yours..." Frankie continued bitterly, "I'm not your average wastelander."

He turned on his heel and stalked away into the camp to loot it for all it was worth. A good enough distraction as any, he figured.

The backhanded compliments, the unsolicited commentary on his attire, and the fact that Danse was the most delicious thing he'd laid his eyes on… Frankie knew he was in for a hell of a time working with the Brotherhood of Steel.

Despite all his tense irritation, there was the undeniable feeling of 'home' that came with working with Danse.

It was all so familiar, comforting in a sentimental way. And Frankie was a sentimental bastard, if there ever was one.

Yeah, nothin's changed a lick.

[ao3-diablofic]

by Kosho

Back at it again with Kinktober! My eventual goal is to use both the nsfw and cutesy prompts, but if not, then I’m aiming for at least getting it done.

Day 1: Elsine x Cullen Rutherford Day 2: Youkai x River Ward Day 3: Taki x Zenos Day 4: the commander x daeran Day 5: Cherish x Cullen Day 6: Arakiel x Socothbenoth Day 7: Felix Alexius x Talon Adaar Day 8: Solas x Jack Day 9: Zevran Arainai x Varadin Cousland Day 10: Paladin Danse x Leander Day 11: Female Necromancer x Kormac

Words: 13549, Chapters: 11/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game), Cyberpunk & Cyberpunk 2020 (Roleplaying Games), Final Fantasy XIV, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous (Video Game), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Origins - Awakening, Fallout 4, Diablo (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Avvar Character(s) (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, V (Cyberpunk 2077), River Ward, Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Zenos yae Galvus, The Commander (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Daeran (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Original Inquisitor Character(s) (Dragon Age), Socothbenoth (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Male Adaar (Dragon Age), Felix Alexius, Solas (Dragon Age), Male Lavellan (Dragon Age), Male Cousland (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai, Paladin Danse (Fallout), Male Sole Survivor (Fallout 4), Kormac the Templar, Female Necromancer (Diablo III)

Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, V/River Ward, Zenos yae Galvus/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), The Commander/Daeran (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Male Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Felix Alexius/Male Inquisitor, Male Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai/Warden, Male Cousland - Relationship, Paladin Danse & Male Sole Survivor, Kormac the Templar/Female Necromancer

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Kinktober, Pegging, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Nurse - Freeform, Hate Sex, Teratophilia, Sweat, Collars, Tieflings (Dungeons & Dragons), Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Sex poison, Oral Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Loss of Virginity, Virginity, Mage Adaar (Dragon Age), Named Adaar (Dragon Age), Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Blood, Blood Kink, Glory Hole, Praise Kink, Sensory Deprivation, Dream Sex

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50516668

[nautseverywhere]

And one of my Christian.

With some new hair .... It needs to be longer however!!!!

He is however getting sicker and thinner. Danse, in Christian's story is starting to worry and will approach him soon to ask him about his rapid weight loss.

[sweetcocopowder]

Day Twenty Eight: Handcuffs

Synopsis: Nate will only join the Brotherhood if Danse convinces him in other ways

Word Count: 4.2K

Pairing: Paladin Danse / Nate (Male Sole Survivor)

Warnings: Handcuffs. Handjob. Anal Sex. Coming untouched.

Notes: This fic is greatly inspired by another fic I read on ao3 a good while back. I do not claim this as an original idea at all. I wanted to have my go at this and tweak it a bit. But as I said, not my original idea and heavily inspired.

The tension in the room could be cut with the knife. The two men stare at each other from either side of the table, neither of them moving.

The Paladin, free of his armour, is a hulking mass that the other man knows he can’t charge head on. Nate, the one known as the survivor doesn’t budge from where he is. His dark blue eyes flicker down to the hand cuffs on the table before returning back to the Paladin. Danse’s gaze follows down, eyes widening with the sudden realization before lunging forward.

But Nate is quick, quicker than the bull charging. He jumps forward, grabbing onto the handcuffs before Danse. But that doesn’t stop the Paladin. He climbs over the table before he can even think of formality and tackles Nate to the ground.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Nate bellows out.

He tries to push Danse off of him, but both men lose their footing. The Paladin lands on Nate heavily, pushing all the air from his lungs in one faithful swoop. The survivor wheezes as he wiggles and struggles against Danse. He’s an ex’ military man himself, but his mass is nothing compared to the man atop of him. So, using momentum, he brings his knees in under Danse’s torso and throws the other man off.

The Paladin shouts as he flies through the air for a split second before he lands on his shoulder heavily. Nate takes this moment to squirm away. He gets to his feet, but unfortunately for him he doesn’t get far. He lands on his face as a firm hand is wrapped around his ankle. He kicks and tries to shake it off, but the Paladin holds on.

“Come on, Danse!” Nate shouts. “I’ll get out of your hair! You’ll never see me again!”

The Paladin growls like some dog as he gets his knees under him. The sound makes Nate’s gut flip in a way that he shouldn’t be feeling. Not under these circumstances.  

“That’s not the point!” Danse  

He is so glad that they’re the only ones in the Cambridge Station, because Nate doesn’t think he’d be able to live the look down Rhys would shy his way. Having his Paladin on the floor like this, grappling at him to prevent him from running away.

Nate kicks Danse’s hand away and he’s finally able to get back to his feet. Come on, just down the hall and to the left and he’s got the front door all to himself. He’s still got the handcuffs so if Danse comes near him he’ll handcuff him to something solid. He would love to join the Brotherhood, he really would. The familiarity of it all seems so welcoming. Yet, he has to head to Diamond City. He’s already wasted enough time he. Maybe another time if Danse is still hanging around he’ll come back.

But all that hope is short lived as a firm grip on his leather chest piece grabs him from behind. Nate spins around, unlatching the handcuffs and going for Danse’s wrist. Yet, it doesn’t go that far as Nate’s effort from before. With much more nimble fingers than Nate would have expected, Danse prevents the handcuffs from snapping around his wrist. Instead, he grabs the handcuffs from the survivor and pushes him into the nearest room.

Nate falls over himself and into the cold floor of a jail cell. He flips himself onto his back to try and face Danse, to kick him away like some toddler. But the man is quicker than looks. He grabs Nate’s wrists and pulls the man across the floor as if he weighs nothing. The sound that comes from his throat sounds more on the lines of a chook being kicked than anything close to being human.

It’s not until the click of the handcuffs and the bite of the metal in his skin does he register what Danse has just done. He tries to lower his arms down from above his head but the handcuffs only clank loudly against the lower metal bar of the jail cell. Dark blue eyes widen like saucepans as panic settles into Nate’s gut. Along with something that has him crossing his thigh over his crotch.

“Danse!” Nate shouts. “Let me go! All I said is that I don’t want to join the Brotherhood! Just yet! Lemme think about it!” He yanks on the handcuffs, the metal clashing against the bars loudly. “Come on. Scouts honour. You guys still do that these days? Yes?” He blabbers on.  

The Paladin sighs and he kneels down next to Nate, coming down to his level. His hair is dishevelled and falls over his forehead. Nate licks his lips. If only they had met under different circumstances. Maybe then he wouldn’t be handcuffed on his back in front of this man. He’s too handsome for the wasteland. Or the Brotherhood for that matter.

“I just need you to listen,” Danse pleads.

Nate’s lips thin. “Go on.”

Danse breathes out. “You’re a soldier. Even if it isn’t from this time, you’ve got that in your blood. You know how to handle yourself out there. I saw that determination that many brothers and sisters of the Brotherhood wish they had.” He pauses a moment to rake his hair from his face. “I’m just asking you to give us a chance. We can help you further on your look for your son.”

Nate sucks in a breath. He hadn’t thought of that. His mind was so set on his contacts in Diamond City that using the Brotherhood to look for his son could get him further.

“I can offer you caps,” Danse says more firmly, as if he didn’t want it to come to the prospect of money. “I don’t have much else.”

The survivor’s brows furrow deeply. Trying to keep him around with money. He could use the caps, he doesn’t fully understand the value of them in this time but he isn’t stupid. But…

“I don’t want your caps,” Nate snaps.

Danse sighs. “I need the extra man, and I want to be your sponsor. What is it you want in return?”

Nate feels his cheeks suddenly flush red. His gaze flicks up and down Danse’s body, swallowing thickly at the thought. No, he shouldn’t. That would be unethical. Would Danse even…

The silence goes on a for a little too long and the Paladin lets out a ragged sigh. He stands to his full height and Nate’s heart flips at the sudden thought of being left alone here.

“I’ll let you think for a moment, but-“

Nate cuts him off with a loud, “Wait!”

A little too loud and desperate for his own liking that he cringes inwards. He feels so exposed right now. Danse looks down at him with a raised, scarred brow. And that look alone sends a shiver down Nate’s spine. He’s literally belly up, feeling like he’s about to be properly and thoroughly gutted for what he’s about to ask.

From the first time Nate had laid eyes on him, the want had been there. He had spent so long helping Preston out with his milk runs to lessen the salt in his wounds before heading out to Diamond City that he had almost lost track of time. Preston is a kind man and all, but he’s a big softie. And not what Nate went for when he wanted his needs met in his time in the military.

Nora knew of Nate’s antics. It almost became a game at one point before they properly settled down. A game of how high up Nate could go in the ranks to lay in his bed before he was caught or improperly discharged. Never happened though. Was never caught. And the thrill he got off it was enough to keep him going. But like Nora had done, she had brought him down to earth after a close call.

But, why not bring the game up again. And the title of Paladin seems to be a high enough rank to set the bar. He wonders if Danse has thought of him in the same lighting.

He spreads his legs a tad, arching his back up slightly to make a show of himself. “How about you show me what you’ve got, and I’ll consider joining. If you’re good,” he speaks deeply with a sly grin upon his lips.

Danse’s brows furrow and he looks at Nate with utter confusion. “What?” The Paladin mutters out.

Nate blinks. He can’t be… No. He can’t be this dense. Can he? All that brawn and no brains? Or can’t pick up a que for the life of him. No wonder Haylen seems to be drowning in a tide of her own making.

But Danse isn’t dense. He’s just, worried he’s reading the cues wrong. Is Nate truly, asking him what he thinks he’s asking? He knows for a fact that others in the Brotherhood seek out intimacy with others in the fold on a regular basis, but having it offered his way.

It isn’t uncommon. Haylen has tried in the past and he’s just played the dumb card, and it seems to be working so far.

He isn’t blind to the way that Nate has been looking at him. As if he’s a piece of eye candy. And he didn’t want to fall for that. He’s a Paladin. He’s got a reputation. Yet he did send out Rhys and Haylen so he could talk to Nate alone so that he could join the Brotherhood. And he isn’t stupid to see that Nate is a handsome man. There’s a reason he’s so needy to have Nate by his side. Yes, he wants his skill set but there may be a niggling crush that started a few weeks back.

His eyes drag down Nate’s body again, noticing the bulge in the vault suit. He swallows thickly. Nate squirms where he is, suddenly becoming flustered and nervous. Danse’s silence is taken as a negative thing.

The Paladin steps closer to Nate so that he’s standing in front of him. Nate stills at Danse’s towering form, looking blankly up at him. Curious as to what he’s going to do or say.

Danse’s next words come as a bit of surprise to the survivor. “So how would a good time look to you?”

Nate’s eyes widen a tad. So, the Paladin knows how to have a little fun? Doesn’t have a rod shoved up his ass at all times. A sly grin comes across Nate’s face as he looks Danse up and down again.

“I do wonder if things have changed much in the two hundred years I’ve been on ice. Does the Brotherhood-“

Nate is rudely cut off when Danse kicks his legs apart with a boot. The survivor breathes in deeply when Danse kneels down, ass on heels, in between his open legs. The Paladin looks to him with a raised scarred brow, tapping a finger to Nate’s lower thigh.

“You must stop talking about the Brotherhood as if we’re some virgin Marys.” Danse hums. “I don’t think that much has changed in the two hundred years on ice.”

Nate rolls his eyes. “And yet somehow Christianity survived.”

Danse chuckles lightly which is a sound that Nate rolls in. But it’s short lived when the Paladin reaches forward and grabs his knife out of its sheathe on Nate’s chest. The survivor gawks and gawks even further when Danse cuts away at his vault suit around his hips.

“WOAH THERE BESSY!” Nate screams, trying his best sit up but doesn’t get far with the handcuffs. All he does is flap around like a wet fish. Danse scowls as he holds the man down by the hips, his grip deathly. “You’re ruining my vault suit! It’s the only thing I have to wear!” Nate shouts even though its futile as Danse continues to cut away at the blue fabric from his crotch.

It becomes very clear that all this rough handling has gotten to Nate. Gotten him all excited down there that he’s already half hard. Nate bites his lips, watching Danse’s large hands use his own knife on him. He can’t even blame it on the cryo-freeze for his fucked up way of thinking. He was like this before.

“You won’t need this,” Danse comments as he twirls the knife in hand. “I have a Brotherhood uniform you’ll be put in.”

Nate can’t help but look at him wide eyed before laughing softly to himself, finding it all humorous. “You seem confident in your abilities of a good lay,” he chortles.

Danse can’t help the smile that forms on his rugged features. A shiver runs down Nate’s spine, curiosity now peaked.

“So, you ripped everyone’s clothes off as foreplay?” Nate asks as he lets his legs fall open wider.

Finally, a flush of red tips at the Paladin’s ears and for a second, he looks at Nate with wide eyes. But he composes himself all the quicker. He wonders if Danse’s heart is just as loud as Nate’s in his ears. He ignores the survivors jab, and instead setting the knife down and away from harming either of them. He begins undoing the collar of his uniform, undoing the small buckle that holds it all together. Nate watches hungrily as Danse unzips himself from the confides of the orange material revealing the muscle the wasteland has gifted him.

Hauling himself around in the power armour all hours of every day has been a blessing in disguise. His large pecs are covered in thick hair and it runs all the way down his stomach. Nate’s eyes follow Danse’s hands as he shrugs his uniform off his broad shoulders. The tightness of the uniform wasn’t lying. There is a Greek statue underneath. It’s too bad his hands are cuffed at the moment because he wants to touch Danse so badly right now.

“I’ve got gun oil in my satchel,” Nate utters out before Danse can lay any hands on him. “I would grab it but.” He makes a show of clanging his handcuffs against the bars.

“I know,” Danse says as he rummages into the satchel. He comes out with a small bottle that Nate was saving for his rifle, but it’s needed for better uses right now.

“You could let me go,” Nate comments.

The Paladin looks to him with a cocky expression. “I know,” he repeats himself.

Nate only huffs at that, but his annoyance is cut short when an oiled hand wraps around his cock. He hisses through his teeth, having finally being touched after all this talking. He pants lightly as Danse works him to a full erection, his gaze focused solely on the task at hand. He twists his wrist and even thumbs at the head of Nate’s cock, working up to a quickening pace.

Nate collects himself the best he can, his next words shaky, “A hand job isn’t going to get me all that convinced to follow you to the Brotherhood.”

“Were you discharged?” Danse suddenly asks, his dark eyes flicking up to Nate. He keeps his pace on the survivor, unwavering.

“No,” Nate bites back a groan. “I was given leave on my own accord.”

Danse hums at that. As if not believing it himself. Yet it’s true. Nate is just one lucky bastard he’ll give himself that. His entire time in the military was one lucky shot after another. Maybe he just has that on his side, luck.

“Was your time serving a negative one?” Danse asks. “Does that notion to your hesitance to let me sponsor you?”

Nate’s close and he really wishes the Paladin would shut up with these questions so that he can concentrate. He pulls on the handcuffs, letting the metal cut into his skin.

“No. Maybe.” Nate squeezes his eyes shut. “Wasn’t the most pleasant time on the battlefield but who would love getting shot at, aye?”

Danse hums again and Nate swears to God if he does that again he’s going to snap.

“Is this your go to sex talk?” Nate asks through a groan. “Talk of war and shit?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Danse snaps.

That makes the survivor snap his mouth shut. But his silence does not last long as a slicked finger enters his ass without warning. His back arches off the ground slightly at first, but he becomes the full on bridge of London when a second is quickly added and nudges at his prostate. Nate gasps loudly, whining and keening as Danse prods and fucks his two fingers into him all while in pace with jerking the survivor off.

Nate recovers the best he can, panting as he straightens himself up. Danse’s hands follow him through his squirming though, not letting up once.

“You’re the one asking all the question, Danse,” Nate whines out.

The Paladin only raises a scarred brow at that. Nate gives up and slams the back of his head against the floor. His hips rut up, twitching and fluttering upwards. He’s close. If Danse just-

Everything stops and Nate finds himself whining out before he can stop himself. He looks at Danse wide eyed who in return, has a prideful grin on his features. Something rare to see on the Paladin.

“Danse, now this is just torture,” Nate grimaces, his cock throbbing.

“A big thing in the Brotherhood to be taught, is patience,” Danse decides a lesson now is the best time.

The survivor slams his head against the floor again with a loud groan. Maybe he should’ve tried to get out of here earlier. Trusted his gut to not get caught up in the handsome man in a big power suit. He’s got a type, sue him.

But Nate comes back to reality when he feels the head of Danse’s cock brush against his ass. He shivers as he looks up again. He exhales shakily, flinching ever so slightly back as Danse towers over him. He hooks Nate’s hips onto his own and folds the man up slightly. Nate swallows thickly, allowing himself to be manoeuvred around.

Danse’s cock sits next to his and he can’t help but stare. The Gods have favourites and Danse is one of them. He has at least two inches on top of Nate and an upwards curve that the survivor lacks.

“Staring is something we beat out of the Initiates very early on,” Danse comments, causing Nate’s gaze to quickly flick up to meet his. “We can start now if you want?”

“You haven’t shown me a good time yet, Danse. I’m not joining just yet,” Nate bites back with a cocky grin. “All you’ve done is jerk me around and show off your cock.”

Danse’s ears flush a bright red, but he keeps his composure. “Like I said, patience is a key factor within the Brotherhood.”

Nate grimaces as the Paladin shifts slightly, his cock moving against his own. He’s so sensitive every single touch makes him flinch and hic.

“I haven’t even joined up yet,” Nate huffs, slowly losing the fight.

“I’m a good sense of character.”

The survivor finally snaps, his voice much weaker than he intends it to be. “Danse! I swear to God if you don’t fuck me right now or do something I’m going to break my thumbs out of these cuffs! Please! Danse, just- please…”

Somehow, the Paladin’s ears fluff an even brighter red. “We’ll have to work on your manners as well,” he comments.

“I’ll work on that later,” Nate whines, his head becoming light. God he’s hitting a delirious state and Danse hasn’t even stuck his cock in yet.

“Later?”

“DANSE!”

With a soft chuckle, Danse grabs the base of his cock and lines it up to Nate’s entrance. The survivor holds his breath as he feels the head enter with only a little resistance. He clenches his hands into fists as Danse pulls out slightly to thrust in a little further. The further he pushes in, the less air Nate is able to suck in. He breathes shallowly, half of his exhales being pure moans as Danse thrusts in further inch by inch. With a little more gun oil that makes Nate flinch a little, the Paladin is able to bottom out.

There’s a feeble sting but the way that Danse fills him out is enough to make Nate wordless. He can’t even form words as Danse fucks into him from this angle, almost folded in half and unable to touch the man above him. He’s never had anyone as big as Danse and it makes Nate wonder if he should’ve gone out of his way to do so. Cause the Paladin’s cock hits stuff that haven’t been touched before.

He keens and twitches with each pass over his prostate. It feels like sparks lighting up his insides with each thrust. Danse keeps his hand beside Nate’s head as he used his body to him in his place with his head bowed between his shoulders. Nate’s cock goes untouched though and it’s driving him inside. His tip touches his stomach but its not enough. He needs more.

“D- ah- ah-Danse,” Nate stutters out. “Pleas- ah! Touch me-e- nghah- hah- please…”

Dark brown eyes meet his own and Nate shivers violently. He’s so close that he physically shakes. He wants to touch Danse but these goddamn handcuffs, he tugs on them again to hear the loud clang, an awful reminder.

“I want you to come just by me, and only me,” Danse orders, his drive unstopping.

The noise that comes from Nate’s mouth is something that is unmasculine. He shakes his head, forcing himself to look up at the ceiling again.

“Come on, Nate.”

Danse grabs his face, squishing his cheeks and making him look back to the Paladin. Nate huffs loudly, unable to make any words.

“I’ve seen you fight,” Danse continues. “Follow orders. You can do this for me just as well as outside these doors.”

Nates face is let go and Danse shifts him higher so that his knees are pressing against his chest. The new angle has Danse driving right into that delicious bundle of nerves with each pass. Nate tries to hide his face into his shoulder the best he can, each moan and pant muffled into his vault suit.

“Da- Danse.”

“Come for me, and the Brotherhood will just be like this if you let me sponsor you.”

“Yes. Yes,” Nate rambles out without even realizing.

Danse’s words jostle around Nate’s numb mind, and as much as the survivor wants to let this moment last a little bit longer, he can’t. He can’t. He cries out loudly as he comes onto his stomach, hot and sticky. His whole body spasms in the Paladin’s hold and he feels like he’s just been shot with electricity. He clenches down around Danse who stutters in his movements. And that seems to send him over the edge as well. He can’t retreat out of Nate fast enough before he’s coming inside of him.

Seems like the Paladin was trying to hold off as long as possible as well.

Nate shakes and pants loudly where he is. His mind is numb, and he keeps his eyes squeezed shut. He whines when Danse pulls out, as if missing him already. He doesn’t even register Danse putting him back down onto the floor until the Paladin is standing above him. With wide, dark blue eyes he watches the Paladin walk off and out of the room.

He blinks and licks his lips. No way. No way he just got fucked to high heaven, had probably the best orgasms in a long time and has just been left cuffed to a two-hundred-year-old jail cell.

Nate clears his throat before shouting, “DANSE!?”

He doesn’t get a response back and he feels his gut sink. He’s still shaking, as if coming down from some drug high. So much for joining the Brotherhood! That double crossing fu-

Danse comes back into the room with a soft, “Sorry.”

He holds a Brotherhood of Steel uniform in hand and sets it down beside Nate. He’s done up his own uniform, hiding away that Greek statue structure.

“Are you joining?” Danse asks with his big brown eyes staring directly into Nate’s like some lost pup. If Nate gets to see those browns every time after sex, than sign him up. But one can’t blame him for being a tease.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t fully convinced there,” Nate grins sheepishly. “Might have to go another round or two.”

Danse makes an act to stand up and leave again.

“NO!” Nate shouts suddenly. “I’M JOKING! DANSE! DON’T YOU LEAVE ME HERE YOU-“

He stops when Danse raised a scarred brow his way.

“I’ll join.” Nate stumbles out. “I’ll join your merry crew and let you sponsor me,” he blurts out.

That earns him a soft smile from the Paladin. “Wasn’t that hard now was it?”

Nate scoffs, trying to sink into the floor the best he can. “Do you have the key?” He grumbles out.

At this, Danse’s smile falls from his face and his brows furrow. “I thought you had the key.”

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[mtreebeardiles]

Bonds of Smoke and Steel, ch. 4

I know I said I wasn't gonna post IP works but I haven't touched this story in a million years so I figured I'd make an exception

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The rain kept him in Sanctuary longer than anticipated.

The storm had rolled in late that first night back, well after the barbecue had ended. Visitors from out of town dispersed into nearby homes or, in some cases, the small inn that had been constructed on a reclaimed lot a few years back. A 'bed and breakfast,' Taylor had tried to explain it once, back when construction had started, and Danse still remembered the way he'd smiled when the former paladin had expressed his confusion on what breakfast had to do with anything. 

"Bit of a silly luxury, don't you think?"

"What a world to live in, where breakfast counts as a luxury."

Danse, who, at the time, had yet to experience pancakes, had merely shrugged and kept his observations that ration bars were hardly anything to get excited over to himself.

And now here he was, years later, trying to get comfortable on a too-soft bed in a too-clean room, muted yellow light from the streetlamp outside filtering in through rain spattered panes of glass, knowing when he got up the next morning there'd be something decent to eat, possibly even delicious if Maks had anything to say about it, something included in the fees Danse hadn't had to pay at the General's insistence. 

Something he'd promised to share with Taylor, once upon a time. Before Liberty Prime's destruction, before Taylor betrayed the Brotherhood for the Institute, before…

Before so many unthinkable things that Danse had tried not to contemplate but found himself dwelling on again and again and only now, three fucking years later, did he begin to doubt his own convictions. 

"I needed him to find another way."

Maks's words dovetailing with a letter sent so long ago, a request that Danse meet with the man he'd grown so fond of, so that Taylor might have the chance to explain himself. A chance Danse hadn't been willing to give him, before, but now…

"It wasn't part of his plan, Danse."

Danse shifted, grunting as he fought with the pillow beneath his head and rolled onto his side. Watched the rain race rapidly in streaming rivulets down the glass of the window and felt anything but tired. 

Missing sons found, but not in the state they'd expected. Experiments and rationalizations and proposed course-changes. A way to do some good, after far too long doing bad. 

Promises too good to be true, but what if he'd been looking for confirmation of his own biases? Seeing what he wanted to see, because on some level he thought he…deserved it? Betrayal for betrayal, because the alternative was…

Acceptance. The fact that Taylor still cared, even after learning the truth about him. 

"Don't do this, Taylor. Don't…don't betray your oath for my sake."

"I'm not."

Talking Maxson down and Danse had felt so small in that moment. Small and insignificant until Taylor came to stand beside him. Resolute and unmoving and he didn't know what that feeling was, that sensation of tightness in his chest, watching Taylor take his stance and make his case.

Make Danse's case, because Danse hadn't found his words, didn't think there were any to justify his continued existence, an abomination wearing a human face. 

Danse shifted on the bed again, turning onto his other side with a huff of impatience. Kicked off the sheets when it got too hot, pulled them back up when the poor seal on the window let storm-cooled air flow over his bare arms. And all the while the words echoing in his head, so messy and tangled looking back on them now, three years later. 

He'd clung to Taylor's affection when he'd lost his own sense of self. Clung to his purpose, his oath something to be kept in conjunction with his, held close in steady hands as they sanded away the Brothers of Steel insignia when Danse's own couldn't seem to stop shaking. Callused palms on his cheeks, chapped lips pressed to his, every night a reminder against his skin:  you matter, you matter, you will always matter to me. 

Too difficult, then, to bridge the gap between Taylor's promises and his actions. 

Danse sat up, abandoning any notion that he would be sleeping tonight. Scooted back until he could rest against the wall and watched the rain as the world seemed to sleep all around him. 

He left Sanctuary two days later, and this time he left a note. 

[comradeacerbus]

CHAPTER 25 LETS GOOOOOO

[butterdoggo13]

My Sole Survivor: Tracy. Personality: Shy, timid and always worried. Love interest: Paladin Danse

[kagebros]

Sometimes a family can be two synths and a cryogenically frozen trans guy :)

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[iliumheightnights]

Paladin Danse's response to seeing your network of interconnected settlements, all with heavily-armed defenses and the growth of a new civilization, all without Brotherhood assistance?

I got youuuuu! Ended up turning into a full fic!

[dalishkadan]

some goodness with paladin danse <.<