#and know that deacon would easily give up his life for his boss but then gets gifted a longer life span and thats not the case anymore caus

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So I didn't draw it today BUT I really need to focus on commissions so I'm counting that as my art of the day despite probably not finishing one day TO post. So you get this instead.

Deacon as stated before is basically paid to be intimidating but he truly can't help but light up for the lightning deity because "that's the friend of my boss!" so he properly greets her with a "Lady Fulj" as a formality and respect. While he does respect the deity he's sworn to, he just calls him boss. That's what he gets.

He doesn't have any magical powers but he's got a strong sense of energy regardless. He can pinpoint when Fulj arrives. He can sense in the room he guards to make sure Ymber is still there (though he doesn't teleport and that's the only exit. But when Fulj visits and he's still outside he senses both deities and it puts him at ease.

What impresses Ymber immensely is the split fire deities - he can personally sense that one is around but he doesn't know which. He simply recognizes their energy as "fire deity, be on high alert". Then one day as he's getting tense over it (the fire deities like to tease him), Deacon reassures him "hey it's the guy today! I noticed he is less brutal in his comments it will be fine C:" and Ymber is stunned that he can identify which one is there before seeing them.

Deacon can also sense spirits and in Ymber's temple can actually see and hear them. But he doesn't tell them or interact, he lets them be in peace. Until he laughs at something one says and the spirits realize he's heard them for the past multiple years which is ... embarrassing. In addition to that, he can usually sense a monster out of town. On his rare walks with Ymber he's able to guide them around the monsters easily so neither one has to fight (though he gladly would fight em and he knows Ymber could one shot any of them).

He wants to be well trusted by Ymber and figures it won't happen, Ymber is simply too closed off and reserved. That's fair. Deacon assumes it's his mortality at play and why entrust him with his past experiences when he's just going to die sooner than Ymber would bother with. Which then shocks him when Fulj gets upset about "he didn't even ask for consent" and gets angry at Ymber for not telling Deacon. So she guilts Ymber to tell Deacon "um, I apologize for not asking you but I have extended your life. By a few centuries. I'm sorry" expecting Deacon to get upset at having to leave behind any loved ones as he doesn't age or die anytime soon. But! Deacon as a dedicated follower aiming to only please his boss is delighted by the trust shown by wanting to keep him around longer and proceeds to take his job as guardian/bodyguard even more seriously (which is hard to do with how serious he was before).

Anyway I won't go into the details now since this is already an essay but I've been shoving suffering onto Ymber and Fulj and why they are both like they are - withdrawn (Ymber) and enamored by humans (Fulj). But not for happy reasons.

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Fallout 4 Companions (+ the dlc ones pls) react to finding out the sole survivor is actually a God? (Like Loki or smth) Maybe ss shows off their God powers and keeps making jokes about how being decapitated for witchcraft is not fun at all, and such the like?

Oh man this one’s fun! I’m sorry if the DLC characters (especially Ada and Gage) are OOC because I don’t have Nukaworld or Automatron yet :’)

Fallout 4 Companions React: Sole is a God

Cait: “Yeah, okay, and I’m fucking Santa Clause - hoLY SHITE”. Wouldn’t believe you until you really show her your abilities, still finds it hard to believe because what the fuck. Probably a bit intimidated by your strength but will never show it. She doesn’t appreciate being out-shined in battle, and responds to most of your jokes like “Yeah, yeah, stop rubbing it in.”

Codsworth: I’d like to think he’d just acts as if it’s normal. Like, whatever in his training/program teaches him not to treat people differently for how they look or act, so he just kinda roles with it. When Sole shoots lightning down from the sky or whatever he’ll cheer them on like they just made a good sniper shot. Sole: Yeah being tied up and thrown in a lake in 1856 wasn’t very fun :( Codsworth: Aha, I can only imagine! Such a life you have... Everyone else: w-what

Curie: Very torn. On one hand, she’s an atheist, and would doubt you’re really a God at first (”My scientific notes say nothing about the existence of higher beings!”) but also... the proof is right in front of her. At first she may try summing it up to radiation or something similar, but after a while of studies and tests she’ll come to realize that the only logical conclusion is... well, you’re truly a God. Easy to change her mind once she has enough time to study you, she won’t try to deny facts, and trusts you easily.

Danse: He knows what to do when it comes to ghouls and synths, but Elder Maxson has never said anything about GODS. He’ll talk to Maxson before giving you the rank of initiate, maybe just a bit scared of your power. Once he gets to know you I feel like he may be a bit... jealous? Like, you don’t need to train or work out at all, just a snap of your fingers and your enemies are dead. He may try to persuade you to kill people “the Brotherhood way” when you’re out doing a mission together, especially if you usually use your powers on weaker enemies.

Deacon: Holy shit!! That’s cool, man. He may not believe your a God, per say, but whatever those powers are, they’re cool, so he’ll roll with it. Maybe not the best for blending in, but you’re a literal God, so who cares. He’ll take it in stride, probably shoves it in other peoples faces like “Yeah, my besties a God, so what?” He’ll probably pretend he’s a God as well, and go along with all the jokes and stories you tell. No wonder he wanted you to join the Railroad.

Hancock: You’ll shapeshift or something and he’ll be like “haha holy shit were my drugs laced with something?” and then you’ll snap your fingers and Finn will just, explode, and he’ll be like “oh fuCK”. He thinks you are So. Cool, cheers you on during battle, always wants to see your powers (as long as you’re using them for good.) Probably makes comments about you being his new bodyguard while travelling together, or you being Goodneighbors guardian angel. Likes it when the two of you get into a bit of mischief.

MacCready: Probably terrified, lets be honest. He wouldn’t believe you as you tell jokes and may even get annoyed at your persistence to this dumb God story, but once you show him your power he’ll be a bit scared for his life. I mean, why would you hire a mercenary when you’re a literal GOD!? Once you two become friends he’ll find it amazing, “like a real life Grognak!” A little annoyed if you keep stealing his kills, though

Nick: “Welp, I may need to re-evaluate my religion.” He’ll believe you once you show an example of your power, but he’s shocked and honestly finds it all pretty ridiculous, shrugs it off as impressed. He likes it when you talk about your past (mis)adventures, and likes watching you use your powers. Like Hancock, may make guardian angel jokes, and he takes the jokes you make in good faith once he gets used to them.

Piper: “Haha, okay, nice magic trick, blue. I can’t even see the strings holding you up or something. There’s no way you can really fly... right?” It would take a long time of questioning and having to show proof before she believes you, she keeps trying to find the “secret” behind all your “magic tricks”. Once you’ve successfully proved it to her, though, she is so amazed. Asking for details on all your powers, how you’ve used them, watch out what you say because she will put anything in the papers if you’re not careful.

Preston: I feel like there’d be a bit of child-like amazement; Think of Prestons' quotes while flying a vertibird for example. He may be a bit nervous at first but once he knows you use your powers for good he just asks you don’t abuse them too much. Probably a bit jealous. Asks so many questions about your past and your immortality, any joke you tell will result in you giving him a history lesson.

Strong: Could you turn a supermutant religious? Probably not. But he’s never seen anyone stronger than a supermutant before, so he’s pretty damn amazed. Makes you leader, but doesn’t really like it if you use your powers to, lets say snap someone out of existence. He prefers you using super strength or something similar to make a bloody mess, anything else makes his head hurt. Tells his brothers about you, but chances are they wouldn’t believe him.

X6-88: “This... shouldn’t be scientifically possible.” If Shaun doesn’t have any of these powers X6 would be very... perturbed. He may talk you into getting medical evaluations at the Institute, anything to try to explain your powers. If Shaun does have some form of these powers he will be so hyped to travel with you. “Nice one, sir / ma’am / Mx” “You’re more terrifying than a courser”. I don’t think he responds to jokes normally, so chances are he’d just be awkwardly quiet if you tell them.

Ada: “That is quite the feat, sir / ma’am / mx”. She would try to act formal and brush it off, but she would be so bewildered at every new power. Probably ends up being like “So how do you do it? I mean, there has to be some sort of logical explanation...” It will take a while for her to believe you’re a God.

Gage: “Shit, boss. That’s... holy shit.” Probably the “mark me down as scared AND horny” meme, he’s impressed and excited that the overboss has this much power, but also at the same time the overboss has THIS much power. Maybe too much power? He’ll try not to get on your bad side - if any old raider will kill you for looking at them the wrong way, what will YOU do?

Old Longfellow: Refuses to believe any jokes/stories you tell, at best just laughs them off and at worst starts to think you’ve gone a bit mad due to the fog. He’s been alive for too long to be tricked by anything like tha- did you just pick up a car!? He’s skeptical at first like “Are you sure you’re not fucking with me?” but he really can’t deny what’s right in front of him. Doesn’t really know how or if to compliment you other than a “holy shit”

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Companions React: Sole’s Betrayed By A Close Friend (Part One)

Request: “Hey, can you do how the crushing companions help sole who got betrayed by a super close friend?”

Note: Tags suck cause I managed to post this to my main blog and scheduled it for 9 AM instead of 12:00 like I usually do? Idk I woke up at 5:30 I barely know what’s happening anymore.

Cait:

“Ya say the word and I’ll fuckin’ kill them, ya hear me? I’ll rip them apart!” Cait was fuming, storming back and forth across the room, her fists balled up.

Sole let out a short, wry laugh, swiping at a tear that had broken free. “Thanks Cait.”

“I’m fuckin’ serious! I’ve learned some shit after all these years, I can make ‘em regret what they did.”

“Just stay?” Sole looked up from their lap, jaw clenched to hold back tears.

Cait froze in the middle of her pacing, posture softened slightly, her fists unclenching. “Of course. I’ll be here as long as ya need me.”

She moved to sit next to Sole, wrapping an arm around their shoulders to encourage them to lean against her. When they did she brushed her hand over their head, allowing it to rest in the crook of their neck to hold them a bit more securely. Sole’s shoulders began to shake. “I can’t believe they’d- I trusted them.” Their voice cracked and so did Cait’s self-restraint. She may have hidden it for the moment to comfort them, but she still wanted blood.

“I know. I’m so sorry they did that to ya. But I swear to ya there’s people you can trust, even if ya think you’ll never be able to again. You taught me that.”

“I can trust you.” Their voice came out so small Cait fought the urge to grip them tighter. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“Of course ya can. And I’ll prove that to ya every day, I swear.”

The room filled with silence for a beat, then, “I still wanna kill them, though,” followed by Sole’s sniffly laugh. Cait hid a smile in the crown of their head.

Curie:

“What can I do to help, clair de lune?”

Curie knelt on the ground in front of where Sole sat, their head buried in their hands, shoulders shaking. Her hand ran up and down their forearm in an attempt to comfort them. They were still reeling from what had happened and Curie had no protocol for this. “Can I- can I have a hug?” They asked quietly, swallowing tears.

“Oh, of course, mon très cher ami.” Curie moved forward. Sole opened up their arms and pulled her close, her face tucked against their shoulder, her arms around their neck as they hid their face in the crook of her neck. She held them tightly, rubbing her hand over their back. “Things will improve, I’m sure.”

“I just never thought they would-” Sole couldn’t finish their sentence, sucking in a deep breath.

“The world is filled with a wide variety of people, Sole. Unfortunately, they weren’t worthy of your trust, but they aren’t the only type of person out there. You have many good friends that would fight, and do fight, to stay by your side. They can see they’re privileged to have you in their lives.”

“Including you?”

“Oh, always.”

Danse:

Though they didn’t say anything was wrong, the way Sole withdrew from everyone around them made it obvious to Danse that something had happened. They were constantly tense, kept to short, brief conversations, and stopped smiling. They still performed efficiently, though they started spending a concerning amount of time on their work, to the point where they barely slept, barely ate.

A week after this started Danse decided he’d try to be the good friend they always were to him. He dropped by the cafeteria and picked up Sole’s hot meal for them along with purified water. He made his way through the Prydwen, weaving his way through the halls to their quarters. Danse knocked softly and waited until he heard a quiet, “Come in.”

When he opened the door he was greeted by them sitting at their desk, their weapon in front of them, disassembled, and several tools and parts scattered around the area. They didn’t look up when he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Instead, they leaned forward, squinting at something they’d discovered. “You need to eat, Soldier.” Danse spoke up. I’m worried about you.

“I’m not hungry, Paladin.” They replied. How can I even think about that right now?

Danse sighed quietly, set the meal down nearby, and pulled a chair they had in the corner of the room over to sit next to them at the desk. They were stubbornly attempting to tighten a screw that refused to budge. Danse watched as their face slowly drew into a scowl before reaching out to grab their hand, stilling it over the deconstructed weapon. Talk to me, please.

Sole finally turned and looked up at him, their scowl fading into conflict and distress. They stared at him for a moment before breaking eye contact and staring down at their lap. “What happened?” He asked, voice low.

They didn’t speak for a moment, seemingly trying to gather words. If they said it out loud, it would be true, and they’d have to face what happened. “Danse have you ever trusted someone so wholeheartedly you didn’t question them for a second and then… they betray you without a second thought? Like they never even considered you a friend in the first place.” I don’t want to be alone.

Danse moved their hand that he had in his away from the gun, gently removed the screwdriver from their grip, and placed it on the desk. He then held their hand in his properly. “I did. And I mourned the trust I had in them, and then I picked myself back up and remembered that I have people I can trust with my life, and that the person who betrayed me isn’t worth any more of my time.” I swear you’ll be okay. 

Sole attempted to look up and give him a small smile, but the moment they made eye contact with him again, their resolve shattered and they began to cry. Danse shifted closer to them and leaned forward to bring them into a tight hug. “They have no idea what they lost and I pity them.” He murmured. “You’re the best thing to happen to them and the entire wasteland.” I’m privileged to have you need me.

Deacon:

“You were right.” Sole slammed the door open and stormed through the room, on a path to breeze past Deacon into a back room.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What’s wrong?” He swivelled in his chair just in time to catch them by the wrist and stop them from leaving without explanation.

When they turned he saw their face was screwed up in several shades of pain. He lifted his hand to examine their wrist and tilted his head in concern when he saw it was slightly swollen and spattered with blood. “What happened?”

“The blood’s not mine. They got what they deserved.” Sole didn’t look at him, their head turned back towards the rest of the room.

“What did you mean I was right?” He was struggling to understand what had happened to them.

Sole wordlessly reached into their pocket and pulled out a creased, scrap piece of paper. ‘You can’t trust everyone.’ was scrawled across it in Deacon’s messy handwriting. Realization dawned on him. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.” They replied quietly.

Deacon stood, guided their wrist to his back and opened his arms for a hug. They folded into him easily, sinking against his form without hesitation. He knew words wouldn’t really help in this case, so instead, he began running his hands through their hair, unwavering when they began to cry. “We should treat your wrist.” Deacon reminded them softly.

“Yeah.” They replied simply, though their grip on him tightened.

“I’m not going anywhere. Whenever you’re ready.”

Gage:

“What the hell happened to you, Boss?” Gage asked, hovering in the doorway.

He’d stepped into their quarters to see Sole covered in blood, which wasn’t too unusual for him, however they started wiping tears off their face in a panic as soon as he stepped in. They didn’t respond and turned away from him, continuing to wipe at their face. “Nothing, I’m fine. What do you need?” They asked.

“Don’t lie to me.” Gage knew he was coming off harsh, but worry was making his voice rise.

He quickly crossed the room and stepped in front of them, looking them up and down. Their eyes were swollen from crying and there was blood smeared across their cheek, presumably from wiping their tears with bloody hands. Gage sighed. “You’ve gone and made a mess of yourself.” 

Gage reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping the blood off their face. Their eyes met his and he could barely stand to maintain eye contact; the desperation and hurt in their gaze was overwhelming, and they were looking at him like he had the answers to questions they hadn’t even asked yet. Once he had cleaned the blood off their cheekbone he moved to examining them for injuries. “I’m okay.” Sole said.

“Obviously you’re not.” His voice was gentler than he usually allowed it to get.

They sniffled and swiped at their nose, and Gage’s handkerchief followed quickly after to remove the traces of blood. He began swiping the blood off their hands and wrists. “Talk to me.”

Sole opened their mouth but no sound came out. Where were they supposed to start? “Do you remember that good friend I’ve told you about?” They asked, their voice hoarse.

Gage paused and lifted his gaze to look at them in alarm. “They tried to fucking kill us. Had a list of our defenses, patrol times, everything. They were gonna give it to a group of raiders from the Commonwealth so they could come in in the middle of the night and get the drop on us.”

“Shit.” His voice nearly echoed from the volume. “Is this…?”

“Yeah, it’s their blood. They-” Sole’s voice caught in their throat. “They won’t be-”

“Fuck. You coulda told me, I would’ve done it for you.”

Sole gave him a watery smile and a short laugh. “Should I be alarmed that I find that sweet?” 

Gage let out a bark of a laugh before pulling them against him, ignoring the blood on their clothing. 

Hancock:

Sole was curled up on Hancock’s couch in Goodneighbor, their legs tucked up in front of them, waiting for him to come back from socializing at the Third Rail. They’d found out after he left and couldn’t find it in them to drag themself to the bar to tell him. So, instead, despite the impenetrable cold that persisted without a fire lit in the room, they remained on the couch. They couldn’t help the tears that trailed lazily, mindlessly, down their cheeks.

They weren’t sure how much time had passed before they heard Farenheits voice outside the door. Surely she would warn Hancock, not just tell him they were there. A short, muffled discussion took place and then the door swung open, letting in light. Sole thanked God the back of the couch faced the door and they didn’t get blasted with light directly in their eyes. “Sole? You in here?” Hancock asked carefully, taking a step forward.

“Here.” They spoke up, though their voice was barely audible.

Footsteps sounded as he walked towards the couch, placing a hand on the back as he rounded to stand by one of the arms. “You okay?”

“No.” Their voice shook.

Hancock took a few more steps to stand in front of the couch and, when his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, finally got a good look at their tear-streaked face. He suppressed the alarm that welled up inside him. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He sat on the edge of the cushion, reaching over to brush hair away from their face.

Sole drew in an unsteady breath. “People suck.”

He smiled bitterly, understanding someone had hurt them. Hancock quietly turned and began to recline, sprawling out across the couch cushions, giving them enough time to adjust their placement. As soon as he was settled he pulled them against his side and began to run his hand up and down their bicep. Sole edged closer to him, resting their head on his chest and wrapping their arm around his waist. “The wasteland’s not very kind, Sole, but there’s beauty in it. We just have to remember that whenever it’s beating us down. Some people aren’t who they say they are, and there’s always gonna be shitty people, but there’s always gonna be amazing people, too. There’s balance in everything.”

Sole let out a quiet sob and he glared up at the ceiling, cursing whoever had made them feel this way. 

Haylen:

“Do you need anything?” Haylen asked quietly, scanning Sole as they stood staring out their window in the Prydwen.

They shook their head silently, gaze locked on something in the distance as they tried to push the thoughts of what had happened away. Haylen sighed, wishing she could protect them from the way the Commonwealth seemed to knock people down when they needed to be built up the most. “Do you want me to stay?”

Sole nodded and reached up quickly to swipe a tear off their face. The sun was setting on the horizon, lighting up the room in bright oranges and reds, illuminating their silhouette. It was naive of her to expect that the wasteland would make an exception for Sole, even though they were the most deserving of it in her eyes. She crossed the room and sat in a chair across from where they stood and began looking out the window with them.

Their hand was pressed against their mouth, their thumb brushing back and forth against their bottom lip, their breath escaping in harsh, quiet gasps as they tried to constrain their sadness. Haylen examined the sprawling Commonwealth before looking back at Sole. Wordlessly, she reached out and took their hand in hers, pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged on the chair.

They sank down slowly and sat in front of her, still facing the window, leaning the back of their head against her knee. Gently, she combed her fingers through their hair and sighed. “The sun will rise again tomorrow.” She said softly.

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An exhaustive list of Dark Souls 3 bosses I would or would not date

Iudex/Champion Gundyr

We’re starting off this list with a strong yes. Our boy Gundyr has had a hard, difficult life, and he deserves some good company. He’s tall, strong, and I trust him to protect us as we set a lovely camp site outside of the fire link shrine.

Vordt of the Boreal Valley

Vordt is big and he is feral which are truly the only two qualities I look for in a man. Together we’d be unstoppable. I mean, think about how easy it would be to go around with him: just climb on his back and let the rodeo begin, baby. This argument alone should be enough to convince you that Vordt is a suitable boyfriend, but here’s another one: if you get too hot in the summer, worry fucking not for your gigantic man can hold his equally gigantic hammer over you and cover you with snow like an italian man covering his pasta with parmesan.

Cursed Rotted Greatwood

Now while I’m certain it would be a perfect partner for some people, the Cursed Rotted Greatwood isn’t for me. For one, I am not fan of curses, or rot, or weird sticky balls, or strange orange acid, or pale white and slightly viscous hands bursting through a living tree. Secondly, I feel like the crowd of Hollows who group up around the tree would be a big impediment to our intimacy, and I’m not ready to be the mother of 20 Hollows.

Crystal Sage

No offense but you’d be an idiot for not wanting to date the Crystal Sage. All wrapped up in one package, you get a super competent sorcerer bf, who wears the coolest hat in the galaxy and an equally cool cape, and who overall looks like the upgraded version of a plague doctor. In addition to that he also has a pretty rapier so you can both engage in some sparring (which we all know is the most romantic couple activity).

Deacons of the Deep

Probably one of the worst options on the list, they’re all crusty, rotting men moaning around a biggass coffin. There are many technical questions. If I dated a deacon, would I have to date all of them? Can we go out on dates or are they obligated to stay next to the coffin at all times? Can I even date them at all?? Not that I would, because I have standards. The only pro to entering this relationship(s?) would be that I’d probably get one of their robes for free, but the cons are so numerous that I’d rather buy it myself.

Abyss Watchers

Let’s be real and honest even if it hurts. Would I date an Abyss Watcher? Yes. Maybe I’d even date two. However, would an Abyss Watcher date me? No, because they’re all in love with Artorias, and I can’t blame them for that.

Old Demon King

At first I considered dating the Old Demon King like a Russian Instagram model dates an old, rich American man: with a great deal of fake love but above all great patience in order to be the only person on the will. But then I thought about it more, and what does the Old Demon King have to offer, really? A big firework show that will leave him exhausted like the old creature he is, and maybe some pyromancies. Truly, it is not worth it, especially since I’d have to take residence where he lives, in a big old room filled with the corpses of his kin.

High Lord Wolnir

I’ve got nothing against Wolnir personally, but I have no interest in skeletons, nor in his army of skeleton children. As stated above I’m not ready to be a mother. I feel like if we got in an argument and he sighed, he would poison me with his awful breath and I would die a horrible death. Also, living on the brink of the Abyss doesn’t appeal to me that much. However I would like Wolnir to be a good friend I can talk jewelry with because let’s be honest, the man (skeleton?) is blinged the fuck out even in death and I respect that.

Yhorm the Giant

Yes, I would date Yhorm. He was nothing but a sweet, misunderstood giant who always tried to get people to trust him and he convinced me. I would put my life in his big hands. Think of the possibilities. Just like with Vordt he could carry you everywhere but in a less reckless way if you prefer proper manners. You’d never have to worry about not seeing anything at a concert. Also, may I add that waiting for you to show up while sitting on his biggass throne is an absolute power move? Yhorm is a Lord of Cinder, but above all, a Lord of this heart.

Pontiff Sulyvahn

Would I date him because of his appealing aesthetic? Yes. Would I date him for anything else? No. Sulyvahn is absolutely terrifying, completely unhinged in the most frightening way, which is that he doesn’t look bat shit crazy. I could be thinking that everything is going well in our relationship then suddenly he’d lock me in a dungeon then would feed me to his weird friend because I put a fork in the knife drawer. He could pretend to propose and give me a weird fucked up ring with his eye in it and the next thing I know I’d be running in a field on all fours. I don’t trust like that.

Aldritch, Devourer of Gods

I’m so sad about Aldritch because literally everything about him is completely unappealing, unacceptable, unnatural, unholy, abhorrent, but he has the delicate and beautiful face of Gwyndolin. While our lovely Gwyndolin looks gorgeous as ever it doesn’t make up for the fact that Aldritch devoured people and probably wouldn’t find love to be a good reason to not eat his partner. The only reason I can find to have a friendship (not even a romantic relationship) with him is if you really like experimenting with cooking and you really, really need someone to taste your inventions.

Dancer of the Boreal Valley

I feel attraction, which means that just like any other being who feels attraction, I would date the Dancer. She is beautiful, graceful, a bit feral, and would not hesitate to put a flaming knife to my throat, which is the description of my dream woman. Imagine walking the streets with her, trying to hold her hand while it dangles 3 feet above you and she insists on holding her sword, actually, so she might slay anyone who tries to approach you, which she communicates through icy breaths and murmurs. The date of a lifetime.

Oceiros, the Consumed King

Another awful choice on this list, Oceiros is RABID and also, as far as we know, still a married man. You really want to date a man that hasn’t even gone through his divorce but already looks like this? Me neither. I’m already not big on dragon fucking but the fact that he’s all viscous and has weird growths all over him is not helping. Also, he has children, and we know how I feel about that — although, given how he treats them, he probably won’t have kids very soon (too far?).

Ancient Wyvern

So I’ve stated that I’m not very big on dragon fucking. With that said, do I think the wyvern is sexy and beautiful? Absolutely so. You’re probably like « Blue you’re sending mixed signals, are you gonna date the lizard or not? » and to that I say, date? Perhaps not. I would however like to form a lifelong bond with this wonderful force of nature and fight by its side, live a long and fulfilling life travelling along with it, only to die at the same time atop the tallest mountain in the world, where our skeletons will be discovers hundreds of years in the future by brave explorers, who will confirm that the legendary songs that were written about us were in fact not just a myth.

Nameless King

You’ve just read what I said about the wyvern. I feel like the Nameless King really understands me and would respect me for that. We could bond over our love of dragons and other flying scaly beasts and perhaps share some chaste kisses while soaring the sky on our companions. It’s nice to date someone who loves pets as much as you. I feel like he would be a fun guy to hang around in general, maybe he’d let you braid his hair or try on his crown. He can arrange personalized fireworks shows for you with his lightning powers. I don’t think you’d ever be bored around him.  

Dragonslayer Armor

Dating an empty suit of armor has never bothered me (see: ds2 Ruin Sentinels), however I have beef with the dragonslayer armor. Is it a beautiful armor? Perhaps a bit worn off, but the reply remains affirmative. However, it is controlled by Pilgrim Butterflies, which basically means I’m dating one to multiple of these things in the shape of an armor, and I’ve gotta confess that I’m not down for that.

Lorian Older Prince and Lothric Younger Prince

Here comes the delicate moment where we have to make a choice without offending anyone. I personally, speaking for myself, in my own opinion, would rather date Lorian. Reason: he is big, strong, and a bit rabid, which I’ve made very clear is my type. I don’t dislike Lothric, but I feel like we’d be better off as best friends who have a really snarky group chat where we shit talk the entire kingdom. That’s pretty good because if I even just slightly disliked Lothric I’m pretty sure Lorian would sense it and would not hesitate to murder me on sight.

Champion’s Gravetender and Champion Greatwolf

Well the full name is just a formality here, I’m not completely insane so I don’t want to date this rabid wolf. I feel like the Champion’s Gravetender is just a normal dude who’s a bit in over his head and it’s not his fault but he just seems a bit boring compared to all my other options. Instead of a date I think he’d be more of an awkward flirt I had when I was bored and then I came to my senses but didn’t know how to disengage, but in the end it worked out because he was more interested in his work anyway.

Sister Friede and Father Ariandel

Again a choice has to be made and I will have to be predictable and say I’d date Elfriede. Just like Dancer she’s what the woman of my dreams is made of. She’s graceful and could easily take my life and I think it’s awfully sexy of her to be like that. I think I’d be accepted into the family pretty easily, which is important since Father Ariandel cares about Friede so much. I’d go visit him sometimes, play chess with him, bring him his flail, normal interactions with your girlfriend’s dad.

Soul of Cinder

I’m gonna be a tiny bit freaky here and say I’d date the Soul of Cinder. Dating it is just like opening a Kinder Surprise egg, you never know what you’re gonna get (sorry Americans for excluding you here). That makes life exciting and doesn’t let routine stall your relationship. Every day you can wake up with the question « What weapon will my darling walk around with today? The flaming sword, or the sorcery staff? » and be surprised by the answer. Truly ideal, but I understand it’s not for the faint of heart.

Demon Prince

I’m gonna go with a maaaaaaybeeeee? leaning towards no. I mean yes, the Demon Prince is a weird fleshy flaming demon, and that may be a bit gross, but I’ve gotta admit I admire his style, the drama of it all. The care he puts into his entrance, the attitude in his moves. If we don’t date I’d at least want to be friends so he can teach me his ways.

Darkeater Midir

I have very intense and contradictory feelings towards Midir. In one hand, holy shit, absolutely epic dragon, the spirit of companionship is growing in me. On the other hand, this beast is RABID and pretending I could tame him is foolish, and pretentious. I guess in the end the answer remains that I don’t date dragons, I just want to adopt them as my extremely exotic pets.

Halflight, Spear of the Church

Yeah I’d date Halflight, I know it’s the easy answer but look at him. I mean shit he’s walking around like a little thotty with his shirt open and you mean to tell me I’m not supposed to wanna date him because he looks pretty much like a regular dude? My boy Halflight WANTS me to date him or else he would not show up with his tiddies out to a sword fight, which as an activity already has enough erotic implications on its own.

Slave Knight Gael

I’m gonna say it unashamedly and I’ll say it again: I would date Gael. He’s been nothing but helpful and when he tries to attack you it’s to help his little lady that he’s adopted as his niece. We love a chaotic parental figure. Maybe he’s a tad bit old and dirty but there’s nothing a good bath can’t fix and I’m sure he’d appreciate having someone taking care of him for once. Again, he’s got that slightly unhinged quality to him that makes him delightful. When I walk around with my partner I want us to instill both fear and fascination in people which we would be able to accomplish perfectly well.

Dark Souls 1: Remastered date list // Dark Souls 2: Scholar of the First Sin date list

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Thanks for the requests @furry-trash-69. These both had some major Good Omens vibes, so I decided to put them together. Please enjoy!😊

FO4 Companions (+Others) React: Sole Being an Angel on Earth/A Demon Banished From Hell

Cait: Bullshite! Quit yankin me chain! [Sole lights up and Cait’s eyes double in size] Yer been serious then? Damn.

Curie: [holding head in hands] But according to zience...zere ees no ‘eaven. Are...are you telling me zenturies of rezearch ‘as been disproven?

Hancock: [skeptical] An angel, huh? Prove it. [Sole lights up like a Christmas tree and Hancock lets out a chuckle] Heh....shiiiiiit.

Piper: [tearing up] It’s reassuring to know that there is a heaven.

Maccready: [rolls eyes] Yeah, and I’m Grognak [Sole starts glowing] S-stop that. [Sole shows stubby wings] Eww! Okay, okay. I’m sorry! Just put them away!

Codsworth: Oooh bother...and to think I had called a dermatologist behind your back about the little stubs...I thought they were cysts!

Ada: I must admit, [sir/ma’am], as a robot, I have no concept of the supernatural or divine.

Nick: The glow, the re-spawning, the miraculous healing...the stubby wings. It all makes sense. I feel like a fool for failing to put it all together...

Longfellow: So heaven’s just as disappointin as real life, huh? [sips alcohol] There at least spirits in heaven? [Sole shakes head and Longfellow slams his whiskey bottle] WHAT! There’s at least wine, then? Right? That Jesus blood? [Sole shakes head and Longfellow shrugs] Ah, who am I kiddin? I’ve gotta one-way ticket to hell anyway. Better company

Strong: Strong no believe human. [Sole starts glowing] Human funny. [Sole shows wings] Ha Ha. Funny stubs.

Preston: That explains why you’re so selfless, General. You were a literal ANGEL!

Sturges: [amused] Well I’ll be! Can’t quite say that surprises me, though!

Deacon: YOU MEAN THOSE LITTLE STUBBY KNOBS ARE WINGS?? [takes out little notepad][frantically scribbles out ‘surgically remove gross stubby back things from [name]’]

Desdemona: Yeah, I’m going to need evidence. I have a funny feeling Deacon put you up to this [Sole lights up] [Des looks at Tom] Are you in on this too, Tom?

Tom: [mesmerized] Nah...Really!? That’s whack!

Glory: Woah! Do you have wings? Can you fly? [Sole shows off stubs. Glory frowns] Oh uh...those are...something...

Danse: Soldier I...I’m not sure how Maxson would react to this. I don’t normally condone withholding important information from superiors but...I don’t want to see you be shamed and executed.

Haylen: Uh-huh. I knew there was something off about your X-Rays...just...just don’t tell Maxson about this if you value your like, okay?

Rhys: Freak! I knew there was something off about you! I’m reporting you to the Elder!

Maxson: “You were the model of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty... through your widespread trade you were filled with violence, and you sinned.” That’s from the book of Ezekial. How can I be sure, Knight, that you’re not going to turn on the Brotherhood and betray us. That’s a risk I’m not willing to take. You will be stripped of your title, and I will discuss with my associates what will become of this.

X6: I can’t say I’m surprised. Father does have a divine aura, as anyone can plainly see by his position in the Institute.

Father: [shocked] Is [mother/father] an angel too? Can angels conceive!?

Gage: Ya know what boss? That’s fine. As long as ya don’t start hollerin Bible verses at me, we still cool.

Mags: Doesn’t your association to the divine and absolute purity completely contradict the goals of the Raiders? How can we be sure you’re not a spy? I’ve got my eye on you.

Mason: You’re an angel? That means ya ain’t never done anything wrong? That’s very Beta of you.

Nisha: [smirking] I don’t have an angel head in my collection...yet.

Demon

Cait: [unimpressed] Ye mean ye were in Hell— a fuckin demon even— and ye lost it all ta preach some Bible mumbo-jumbo? C’mon!

Curie: Wow! I was not aware zat ze conzepts of ‘eaven and ‘ell were real! Zis is fascinating!

Hancock: Nuh uh....No kiddin? Ya can’t make this shit up!

Piper: You risked it all to convert others to Christianity? Blue, that’s incredible. You’re such an inspiration.

Maccready: But why? Hell seems like I’d have better company.

Codsworth: So that’s why everyone got all up in arms when I served Devil’s Food cupcakes at the “office party” you were hosting!

Ada: I am sorry to hear about your banishment from the underworld, but opening a church is commendable.

Strong: Strong think devil man no like the bible book. Bad idea, human.

Nick: You may be reckless and stubborn, but you got guts. I’ll give you that much.

Longfellow: So the man Satan banished you, huh? [slams whiskey bottle] Ah, tell him to pull the ol stick out of his ass!

Preston: You questioned the devil himself even though he was your overlord? General, that’s unbelievable!

Sturges: That’s got to be onna the darndest things I’ve ever heard! And you hear a lot when ya live in the Commonwealth.

Deacon: [overwhelmed with excitement] WOAH-HO-HO. DUDE! THAT’S AWESOME! Is the Old North Church one of the ones you founded? You’ve gotta tell me about Hell!

Desdemona: I’ve had enough of your insane stories. Between you and Deacon...I need a smoke. And a drink.

Tom: What!? You’re crazy, man! You gotta tell me all about Hell!

Glory: [amused; not fully believing Sole, but playing along] You’ve lived quite the exciting life, haven’t you?

Danse: [rubbing temples] Alright. Let me get this straight: you are a demon...and you got banished from the underworld for betraying Satan and promoting Christianity? There’s a lot to unpack here, soldier. Maxson’s not going to take this lightly.

Haylen: [Beyond confused] Oh...uh, wow. That’s...crazy? [stealithy checks Sole’s medical records for drug use]

Rhys: Demon from hell? Psh. Yeah right. More like clown from the doofus convention.

Maxson: If you were able to betray Satan, overlord of Hell, so easily, how can I be sure you won’t betray the Brotherhood. Knight, I’m going to have to strip you of your title. Additionally, I’ll have to talk about the status of your life with my associates.

X6: If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe a word out of your mouth. Sadly, you are not someone else, so I believe this story is one-hundred percent valid.

Father: [annoyed] Of course you’re the one who had to rebel and get banished. I’m not surprised.

Gage: Do ya still have access to Hell!? Can ya bring me with ya? [Sole reminds Gage they were banished] So? Rules are meant to be broken, ain’t that right, boss?

Mags: This, just like all of your stories, is so outlandish, but I somehow unable to doubt your word.

Mason: Hell, huh? What’s the temperature like? Tropical? [pulls out sunglasses and straw hat] Daddy needs a vacation.

Nisha: [raising stake with head on top like a staff] Hail Satan! Hail Satan! [other disciples chanting] Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Ave Satana! Ave Satana! Ave Satana!

[singledarkshade]

New Old Friend

Part Three

(Part One and Part Two can be found here) Jack grimaced as he listened to the tenth complaint phone call in a row about power outages. Glancing over to where Jo sat, he saw she was listening to something very similar.

“Okay, Mr Fredrickson,” Jack said, finally managing to get a word in, “We’ll look into it.”

Hanging up he sighed, waiting for Jo to finish her conversation.

“Call Henry?” Jo asked the moment she’d hung up.

“Please,” Jack clasped his hands together. He headed over to their small chalkboard they had and cleaned it. He updated it to read, ‘0 days since something weird has happened.’ They’d never made it to 4 days never mind a full week.

Jo appeared at his side and handed him the phone, “Henry.”

“Henry,” Jack said the instant he took the phone, “We’ve had calls that there are a lot of power surges and outages around town. Tell me it’s not you.”

There was a pause before the other man replied, “Not from anything I have going on just now.”

Jack sighed, “Damn. That means GD is more than likely to be the culprit. I might need your expertise while I check this out.”

“We’ll meet you there,” Henry said before hanging up.

Frowning slightly, Jack mused, “We?”

Henry hung up the phone turning to where Rip and Gideon were scanning over some of his inventions. The AI was impressive but also very opinionated.

Henry loved her.

“Problem?” Rip asked.

Henry nodded, “I think your shard may be causing some power problems in town. I’m heading to Global Dynamics. Feel like coming along?”

Rip smiled interested, “I assume I have the credentials.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Henry tried to look offended but didn’t quite manage to get rid of his smile, “Your ID badge is in the wallet I gave you.”

Gideon frowned, “I assume I will be turned off.”

Rip bit his lip at her tart inquiry as Henry turned to her.

“Actually no,” he smiled, “GD is used to people field testing their experiments. Although we might want to avoid Fargo, he is our current AI expert.”

Gideon smiled sweetly making Henry chuckle at how Rip rolled his eyes. Grabbing his coat Henry led them out to the truck. Rip climbed inside and Gideon appeared to sit between them.

Starting to drive, Henry smiled as he saw Gideon study their surroundings.

“Dr Deacon,” she said, “I am intrigued by the town. You stated that it was created for those with genius intelligence?”

Henry nodded, “Back in the fifties Albert Einstein and President Truman founded the town as a haven for the smartest people in the country. To give them a place to create and learn. It wasn’t much at first but soon the town grew.”

“It is a shame we do not have a place like this within our own universe,” Gideon noted thoughtfully, “It would have been a good place to relocate the children after we removed the Time Masters.”

Rip shrugged before musing, “It would be an interesting place to have grown up,” sadness filled his voice, “Or to raise a child.”

Gideon shook her head so Henry wouldn’t ask Rip anything, she didn’t say anything further simply watching the scenery fly by. Reaching GD, Henry was pleased by the soft impressed noise Rip made when he drove through the shield surrounding it.

“Hologrammatic shielding,” Rip noted, “Impressive.”

Henry nodded, “There are a lot of top-secret projects within this building, we need good security.”

“Of course,” Rip nodded, a small smirk on his face.

Henry frowned, “What?”

“I believe Captain Hunter has already worked out several ways to infiltrate this building,” Gideon noted amused.

Glancing at the other man, Henry frowned at the slight shrug, “Just try to refrain from doing anything that will get you thrown in federal prison. Or do you know how to escape from that too?”

Innocence covered Rip’s face as they climbed out the truck and started to the front door. Henry pulled out his security badge and motioned Rip to show his. The guard studied it for a second before turning to Gideon.

“She isn’t real,” Henry said before explaining Gideon was an ‘experiment’ Rip was working on.

Looking extremely impressed the guard motioned them inside and Henry led them to the rotunda. Turning he found Gideon glaring at him.

“I’m not real?” she demanded sharply.

“He didn’t mean it like that, Gideon,” Rip soothed, “It was a simple way to get past the guard without going into the technical specifications.” Giving a sniff she turned to look around and Rip shrugged, “She may forgive you sometime soon.”

Henry moved to stand in front of Gideon, “I am extremely sorry I called you not real, Gideon. I never intended to insult you.”

Gideon smiled and nodded graciously before turning to Rip, “You should be taking notes.”

Before Rip could retort a call came making them turn to see Jack jogging over to them.

 Jack Carter had the look of a man who knew he was about to step into an insane asylum, a look Rip often saw on his own face when dealing with the Legends.

“I called Alison,” Jack said as he reached them, “She should be meeting us soon.” He looked at Gideon and asked, “Who is this?”

“I am Gideon,” she replied, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Sheriff.”

Jack moved to shake her hand stunned when it went through hers, “What?”

Henry laughed, “Sorry, Jack. Gideon is an AI, very advanced. Rip is testing an interface.”

Rip turned showing the disc attached to his temple, “Henry agreed to help me with the experiment.”

“What do you want, Carter?” a bored voice came from behind them.

Rip turned with the other two men to see a tall man with a sneer of superiority on his face walking with an elegant woman whose air of authority marked her as the boss.

“Nathan,” she scolded the man at her side before turning to them, “Carter, Henry and,” she paused at Rip, “Dr Hunter I presume.”

Rip nodded and took her offered hand, “Yes,” he said before adding, “And this is Gideon, my AI companion.”

“Dr Alison Blake,” she introduced herself to both of them, “Gideon, you are incredible.”

Gideon smiled back, “Thank you, Dr Blake.”

“Please don’t,” Rip muttered, “Her ego is big enough as it is.”

At Gideon’s sharp look he stared innocently at her.

“Dr Nathan Stark,” the final man introduced himself, “I’ve read your papers on Artificial Intelligence.”

A cough made them all turn to the Sheriff, who was standing waiting to explain why everyone has been called.

“Carter,” Alison turned to the Sheriff, “What do you need?”

Jack turned his attention from looking annoyed at the new man to Alison, “We’re getting reports all over town of power outages. I checked with Henry and it’s not him.”

“That’s some police work there, Carter,” Stark stated.

Irritation covered Jack’s face, but he continued, “We’ve gone over the other options in town and it’s not connected to any of them. So, here I am.”

Alison held up her hand to stop Stark from retorting, “We will check the list of projects to see if there is anything that could be causing the outages.”

“What about my favourite place, Section 5?” Jack demanded.

“That’s classified, Carter,” Stark stated, “As you know.”

“And as you know,” Jack retorted, “It’s usually the cause of all the problems.”

Alison sighed in annoyance, “Section 5 projects will be included in my check. Why don’t we head to my office?”

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 Gideon was fascinated by Global Dynamics. Not the humans, who were arguing as humans usually did while her Captain was sitting watching, taking in the dynamics and relationships between the people in the room.

The interface her Captain was wearing which allowed her to be seen by the people in this world, had the excellent side-effect of allowing Gideon to interact with the computer systems of this world.

And the Global Dynamics computers were fascinating. None were as advanced as she was of course, but for the period they were in, advanced enough.

She hadn’t informed her Captain of her new abilities just yet; he might insist she not pry too much into the information she should not be privy to. Considering all the things he’d had her hack in the past though, he had no way to complain but she felt it best to keep this information to herself for the moment.

Accessing all the files for the people in the room, Gideon was impressed by Dr Blake. Smart and independent, she was raising her son alone who himself was different. Dr Deacon, Gideon already liked but seeing his file she was very impressed, and in another life, he would have been taken as a Time Master. Sheriff Carter was not as conventionally smart as the others, but he had his own kind of intelligence and his file showed how many times he had saved the town.

Finally, was Dr Stark, who Gideon didn’t like at all. Yes, he was smart but in this room that wasn’t unusual, but he believed himself smarter than everyone else. Gideon had seen that arrogance before in Thawne, in Druce and so many others.

He was the type of person who could so easily fall into supervillainy if the right, or wrong, type of dominoes fell. It looked however that the people in the room with him kept him on the right side, if only just.

Scanning the systems, Gideon checked for the power issues to help the Sheriff. Going through all the projects, she was impressed by some of the things the scientists were studying although others were laughable but that was humans, eternally optimistic.

Continuing her way through the systems, Gideon turned to Rip.

“I need to speak to you privately,” Gideon said to him softly.

Confused Rip touched the interface and turned it off before he moved to the other side of the office away from the others.

“What is it?” he asked softly so he wasn’t overheard.

“I have checked the projects within Global Dynamics, and nothing could cause the power outages Sheriff Carter is investigating,” Gideon told him.

Rip frowned, “How…”

“The interface Dr Deacon created allows me to access the computers,” Gideon smiled at him, “Quite interesting.”

Rolling his eyes, Rip noted, “But I’m guessing that is not what you wanted to tell me.”

“Astute as always, Captain,” Gideon replied before telling him, “The shard is in a laboratory in the area known as Section Five. It appears safe at the moment but accessing it may be difficult.”

“Wonderful,” Rip sighed.

 Rip was surprised and extremely interested that Gideon could use the interface to access the computers, but it would likely be helpful to reach the shard. Henry motioned him to follow on as he and the Sheriff headed out the office.

“Well?” Rip asked Henry falling into step with the other two men.

“They’ll let us know,” Henry replied, as Jack let out an annoyed sigh.

They reached the exit and started to the cars. Glancing at Gideon, Rip shrugged, “It’s nothing in here that’s causing the power outages.”

Henry and Jack both stalled turning to Rip.

“How do you know that?” Jack demanded.

“Gideon,” Rip explained, “She had a quick check of the systems.”

Henry’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “The interface?”

“A small side-effect we didn’t expect,” Rip noted.

Jack chuckled, “Let’s not tell Alison or Stark about that but at least I won’t be wasting my time waiting for them.” He rested a hand on the top of his jeep, frowning in thought, “Okay, so there has to be a reason why the power in the town in going crazy.”

“Well, it has to be someone in town,” Henry noted, “But if it’s not a GD experiment, then it could be either an unsanctioned one or, even worse, a school project.”

Rip stared at them, “You’re kidding?”

Both men shook their heads, Jack adding, “I thought the same when I first came here but the kids are just as smart as the parents. Which means they can be just as much trouble.”

“Okay,” Henry said, “Let’s get back into town and make a plan.”

Jack nodded, “I’ll meet you both there.”

As the other man left, Henry and Rip climbed back into Henry’s truck. Rip reactivated the interface allowing Gideon to be seen by Henry once more.

“So,” Henry said as he began to drive, “Did you find anything else interesting while you wandered through the GD systems, Gideon?”

Innocence covered her face, “Why, Dr Deacon I am shocked you think I would look at things I am not authorised to access,” she told him.

A mischievous smile touched her lips making Henry laugh.

[settle-down-frohike]

1 and 53?

1. Historical AU53. Mutual Pining

Thanks @how-i-met-your-mulder for the prompt! 

It’s 1965 and he’s a Boston-born boy come south, idealistic and fresh from journalism school, convinced its his destiny to document the real truth and expose the injustice of Jim Crow Alabama. But undercover journalism isn’t without peril, and he’s too green and too cocky to heed any kind of warning. He learns quickly he may be in over his head. His cover as a hopeful Klan member is almost discovered at a raid one night, and he narrowly escapes through the woods when a tiny ankle trips him up and a pale hand reaches from the shadows. He makes out a pair of phosphorescent blue eyes before she jerks him along and whispers, “Follow me.”

She’s a born and bred debutant, just like her mother and her mother before that. Her accent is all that remains of the red coats in this country, and her closet is as pretentious and delicate and as a lemon meringue pie. Her daddy is a tobacco farmer who’s last name has been attached like a parasite to most of their obedient small town for generations. He dabbles in small town politics with a foolish eye on the governor’s chair, is head deacon at the first baptist church, and stuffs his red hood and robe in back of the gun closet. Next fall, she’s got a seat waiting for her at Auburn University and her name already might as well be on the Phi Mu roster. But her mama has been quietly helping her squirrel away a Berkeley nest egg, and they’ve got plans for a law degree. This is one generation these women won’t see silenced.

She snaps at him to keep his head down, irritated already at his curiosity overriding the instinct to play it safe and save his hide. He chuckles inwardly at the contrast of girlish freckles and the ease at which she seems to boss around a complete stranger. Not to mention the extra syllable added to, “git day-own”. They wait until the last of the shouting has faded into the darkness before she stands and shakes the pine straw from her hair, picks at a few blackberry briars clinging to her socks. “I’ll take you as far as the edge of the woods this way,” she says. The sticky summer heat has baby fine tendrils loose from her pony tail, framing her face and the full moon backlighting them like a halo around St. Mary, “you can find your way back from there.” She takes off, tromping ahead and navigating the thick brush with ease, and it takes him a moment to catch up, stumbling as he goes. “Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” She stops and huffs, reluctantly considering any idea of conversation, and whispers, “Katherine” over her shoulder, “Kat,” and jerks slightly when his hand grazes her shoulder. He sticks out a hand, half expecting it to be bitten off. “Will… I’m Will…um, I-“ “Listen ‘Will’, whoever you are, I was expected home over an hour ago, and we don’t have time for small talk. If you’re at the diner come Sunday afternoon like you’ve been every week so far, we can talk then. Now watch your step, there’s a firebreak about 10 feet ahead. I can’t carry you out of here and the dogs’ll be back come morning.” He nods obediently, suddenly quite humbled by her charity, and keeps silent the rest of the way.

Nerves steal his appetite despite the savory smell of the plate in front of him. He’s jumped at every jangle of the bells on the diner door as the church crowd floods in. The glances have turned less hostile in the last three weeks, from suspicious whispers to wary nods, lately there’s even a few appreciative smiles, especially from the young waitress who seems to be wearing a bit more makeup than last week. At half past twelve Kat walks in, shouldered by three other girls in similar frothy confections. She makes pointed eye contact, and then easily disguises it by waving and grinning eagerly at the old man behind the counter. Her friends navigate toward a booth in the back. Kat shoulders up next to his seat, cramming her petticoat between stools, and places a milkshake order, the same pony tail now swishing to and fro in one silky-smooth manicured curl. Her face is jovial when she reaches out a hand in mock-introduction, her voice is dusky and gravely serious, “Listen. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here. But the man you saw in red Friday night was my daddy, and I intend for this nonsense to stop before the summer’s out. Whatever it is you’ve got planned, it’ll have to wait til August.” And he’s nodding, struck dumb. He should focus right now, she’s the key to it all. She’s a source. The Source. But she’s distractingly pretty. The Anne Margret poster on his dorm room wall had nothing on this tiny siren, a fist of fury now resting soft as a petal in his oafish palm. He finds himself momentarily lost in the memory of their first meeting, surprised at the way the hot, shiny flush in her cheeks had left an indelible impression. He feels suddenly as though he’s trespassing, embarrassed to have assumed he might be the only one bent on revolution here. It dawns on him that he hasn’t answered her, staring at their adjoined hands. He looks up,Intending to gather his wits. The ice in her voice has thawed a bit, “I think we could help each other, you and I. If we play it smart.”

She’s angry at the intrusion. She had a plan, damnit. Gather the proof, one anonymous letter to the paper, and she’d leave a path of destruction with no one the wiser. But there’s something about this boy, with his lack of propriety and devil may care grin. She looks forward to their meetings with shameful obsession. Those elegant hands. He’s bussed tables with those hands. He’s dried her tears and gallantly led her into rooms stuffed to the brim with their enemies with those hands. He’s working class and Irish catholic and the only thing more important to him now than the name he’s looking to make for himself might be her. One night, curled up on the front porch swing with a mint julip her mother snuck out by the back door, she imagines they give up the ghost and run away together. The merciful evening breeze cuts through the oppressive summer heat, flowing under her night gown like a secret. She imagines it’s those hands. There are times when she wants nothing more than to fling herself into his arms and beg him to take her away from all of this, to hell with revenge. And worse, she suspects he feels the same, with his peat moss eyes and earnest gaze. When he told her to be careful, his voice had trembled. She wants to kiss him and be kissed, to touch and be touched, give it all over in favor of a life with a kindred spirit. It would be so easy…. and then she remembers her mama— coolly using her fathers ego to blind him to her betrayal, the risks she’s taken to free her baby girl.She remembers her friend, Cecil, and what it felt like to have her innocence singed away at her first sight of a burning cross.

They have him and they know. And they will kill him. A bought-off sheriff will do no good. She’s the only one in this town who knows where to find them, and so she does. He’s beaten and bloody but alive, a noose around his neck and a truck ready to drag him to a traitor’s death across 500 wooded acres to the swamp. Never mind hiding a body, no one would be able to recognize him anyway. His eyes plead with her to run, but she’s finished hiding. She marches out into the clearing, fires her mama’s over-and-under once into the air, shoulder screaming in pain, and calls that red-hooded bastard by his first name. It ends tonight. To hell with it all.

[kyras-random-adventures]

Companions reacting to the SoSu being a nephilium.... (platonic and romanced)

This is a request that my best friend asked me to do. Were both huge dmc fans. Hope those reading this like it and feel free to critize....

Cait: (platonic) honestly, she'd think she was either hallucinating or kyra had a poor sense of humor. Surely nothing like that existed right? It would take a little bit of time, but she'd eventually get used to the fact the sole wasn't exactly human.

(Romanced) almost like platonic, except it wouldn't take as long for her to accept the truth about kyra. Kyra has already done so much and proved to be more real and loyal and actually care about her unlike all the humans in her life. The fact the Kyra is half demon and half angel is a moot point. As long as Kyra remains by her side, Cait could really careless.

Curie: (platonic) She's curious. Sure she has read many books on religion and the occult. And leaned about angels, demons, faeries and other mythical creatures, but always thought they were just that, myths. So to find out that Kyra was actually a nephilium, she'd have all sorts of questions. All for science of course.

(Romanced) same as platonic, she'd be very curious about Kyra origin and lineage, but ultimately be ecstatic that Lyra was comfortable enough to share such knowledge with her.

Synth!Codsworth: (platonic) he knew before the war that mum wasn't human. Not that he minded, she was a great mistress and mother to young shaun. He loved the idea of serving such a kind a gentle woman.

(Romanced) while he already knew of her lineage, he always wondered about her origin. Being in a relationship with Kyra made him more comfortable about asking he such personal questions. Even more ecstatic when she answers his questions.

Danse: (platonic) he's not sure how he feels. On the one hand she's not a goul, super mutant or a synth, but on the other hand she's still not human either. Remember the little he did read about religion in the capital wasteland, nephilium were abominations in there own way too, and the Brotherhood didn't associate with such creatures. After much thought however, he would consider her non threating to the Brotherhood mission in the commonwealth and keep this knowledge to himself.

(Romanced) He would still love her either way. She stuck by his side when he found out he was a synth, and he would stay by her side as well. How could he not? If the Brotherhood dared to try and kill her, he'd actually fight any of his former brothers and sisters to protect the woman he loves and respects the most.

Deacon:(platonic) make up some story about meeting a nephilium a long time ago, not really taking Kyra seriously. When he realizes she's being completely serious he'd ask a few questions out of curiosity, but not too many. He still doesn't want to get to close to anyone.

(Romanced) same as platonic with the exception that he'd be way more curious and asking about her physical features like did she have horns or wings. Upon learning that she did in fact have wings but kept them hidden, he'd make it a personal mission to catch at least a single glimpse of them.

Dogmeat: doesn't care. He'd follow Kyra anywhere as long as she still loved him and gave him plenty of pats and belly scritches

Gage: (platonic) the veteran raider would think that Kyra probably had to many chems or too much to drink. Realising the she's being serious, he'd find it handy to have a boss that couldn't be killed easily.

(Romanced) be kind of turned on by it honestly. Although he won't admit it, he's has found a couple of prewar paranormal adult romance novels and wondered what it would be like to have sex with a demon. At least now he can try it with someone who is half.

Hancock: (platonic) thought he was high on jet. When he realised he wasn't, he was pretty chill about it. Honestly he doesn't care either way.

(Romanced) much like Gage, he too is turned on by it he just admits to actually reading said novels. Gives him an idea of what to look forward to

Macready: (platonic) he's a little skeptical but still follows them regardless. Doesn't care as long as they still pay him. After learning about Kyra' s wings one night by accident, constantly wants to touch them

(Romanced) Loves it. He kinda nerds out on her. Loves her wings. Loves looking at them, stroking them. Will send the molted feathers to Duncan, with a note that angels do exist and he's got the best one watching over him.

Bonus!Maxson: (platonic) surprisingly, he's very receptive to the idea. Thinks of ways he can use Kyra's power and strength for the Brotherhood's benefit.

(Romamced) same as platonic but would make sure to reassure her that he loved her for more than just her power. Also glad for that fact that he could be as rough as he wanted for bedroom activities without worrying about hurting her

Nick:(platonic) He didn't have much to say on the matter. As long as she didn't go around needlessly hurting people or causing trouble he couldn't really careless that she wasn't human. Old Nick would've been over the moon though. Such a religious man he was.

(Romanced) Wondering what such a magnificent being like her saw in an old piles of bolts like him. Not that he is complaining of course. Loves to hear about her origin and lineage a long with the history that goes with it. Spends their free time talking about it.

Piper:(platonic) instant interview. Questions like what time period was Kyra born in, who her family was. What was it like to grow up as a nephilium. Were their more people like her. The questions would be endless.

(Romanced) she would still ask all the questions, she just wouldn't write and article about it. She understood that if Kyra had kept quiet about it this long then obviously it was something she didn't want others to know. She's glad that Kyra trusts her enough with this information

Preston: his reaction would be the same both platonic and romanced. He'd accept Kyra no matter who or what she was. She was a very good person and an excellent general. He loved her and that way that

Strong: didn't really understand what a nephilium was but as long as she continued to smash things and wasn't weak he didn't care

X6-88:(platonic) thought she had become delusional from all the radiation. Sure he read books like the bible, but didn't actually believe any of it was real. How could it? It was all ridiculous. Do when Kyra proved it to him he was speechless. He would ask a question here and there but honestly if she wanted him to know she would tell him

(Romanced) He's relieved actually. Kyra is stronger than anything in the commonwealth so he doesn't have to worry about her as much. He knows she can handle herself in combat just fine. Though watching her fight can be quite arousing....

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I'll be doing this one in a different way as well. Hopefully someone likes it

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Simple As That (1/2)

Reader X 70’s!John Deacon

Summary: Your relationships always ended up with you being heartbroken, so that’s why you chose to stop dating. Even with your promise to yourself, a certain bassist has you reconsidering it all.

A/N- This story was taking wayyyyyyyyyyyyy to long for me to figure out and I kind of hated how it was always ending out, so I decided to make two parts for this story. Sorry that it’s taking me so long to post and create things for this blog. I’ll make sure the second part doesn’t take 3 weeks to post:P anyways, hope you guys enjoy this first part:) constructive criticism always wanted AND PLEASE GIVE US REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!! -L

Italics are thoughts btw

(Kinda a slut for John Deacon not gonna lie)

  “Shit shit shit...” you repeat as you push your way through the busy crowd. You woke up past your alarm again and you were on the brink of being late to work. If you were, you knew your boss would have your head... probably hanging in her office.

Finally, you reach the shop you work at right on time. You speed walk into the shop while trying to catch your breath.

“Glad to see you made it, Y/L.” Your boss said with one of the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Cheryl.” You return, with your own fake smile. You continue walking to the back so you can place your belongings away. Your co-worker and best friend, Mary Austin, walks up beside you also putting her own things away.

“Good morning dear. How are you today?” She asks in her kind voice. How she always seemed to be happy in the morning beats you. You hate mornings with a passion.

“Could be better honestly. Neighbors kept me up all night with their ‘amazing’ sex.” You grumbled back to her.

“Sounds like your jealous, Y/N.” She said while laughing. You two turn to look at each other, but you notice how her smile dies when she looks at you. “Y/N you look like you haven’t gotten sleep in days!”

“Is that your nice way of telling me I look like shit?” You tell her jokingly, sticking your tongue out. You pull out the little compact mirror in your bag to look at yourself, and well... hot wasn’t what you would describe yourself as. You still had bed head, the corner of your eyes were filled with eye boogers, the side of your mouth is covered in dried up toothpaste and of course the bags under your eyes were very prominent. Looking at this you sighed and cleaned up what you could before heading into the front with Mary to start your shift.

After hours of dealing with rude customers and boss, your shift had finally ended. All you were dreaming about was going home to have a nice hot shower and after laying on the couch with a glass of wine. Then, when the sun had finally set you’d go to sleep and have a fresh start in the morning.

“Excited for Freddie’s gig tonight?” Mary said beside you. Internally, this made you groan. All you wanted was to go home and rest, but you had promised both Mary and Freddie that you would be at his next gig with his band.

“Of course I am!” You tried to put on your best act. You knew there was no way of getting out of going to the gig tonight, so you knew you might just as well go.

“Good. I’ll see you later!” Mary said, waving goodbye and going off into a separate direction.

Hastily, you made your way home to freshen up with a shower and change of clothes. Looking in your bathroom mirror, you felt good in the way you look. You looked tired still, but more put together now, especially with your hair being tamed down to its natural state. With one last nod, you headed out for the door and to the venue Freddie’s band is playing at.

As soon as you walk into the pub, you’re immediately hit with the stench of beer and cigarettes. You’re not the least bit surprised at how busy and crowded the the pub is. Mary had told you loads of stories on how the crowds were starting to build up and become crazier. Immediately, you spotted Mary’s blonde hair and make your towards her.

“Busy night isn’t it?” You say once you reach her.

“Oh good you’re here!” She ignores your question and instead embraces you in a hug which you gladly return “I think this is the biggest crowd they’ve had so far.” She says pulling back.

“By the looks of it, seems like they’re gonna go places. Especially since they have Freddie.” As soon as you said that, the crowd started cheering. You turn your attention to the stage and see Freddie and his band mates stroll onto the stage like they own the place. Once he got up to the mic, he starts interacting with the crowd like you’ve never seen anyone do before.

“Hello all you beautiful faces out there. How are we tonight?” The crowd cheers back to answer Freddie’s question. You stand there with the biggest grin on your face, enjoying every second of how the crowd loves him as much as you do.

Once they all started playing their songs, it’s like your grin got impossibly bigger. The whole band was incredible; Freddie’s voice was amazing as always, the guitarist was playing flawlessly, the drummer was radiating confidence off his body from feeding into all the yells and cheers girls were throwing at him, And the way the bassist easily played and maybe even danced every once in awhile was definitely eye catching. They were all amazing.

Sadly, the gig had ended way too fast. You could’ve watched them play for the rest of your life if you had your way, but that wasn’t gonna happen. On the bright side, you were now on your way to the back of the pub to meet the band. For some reason, you were feeling a little nervous which is nothing like you at all. Finally, you reached the back and you see that all the boys were packing their things away into their van. 

“Y/N, darling you made it!” Freddie yells enthusiastically, running up and hugging you tightly. 

“Fred, you did amazing out there! You guys killed it!” You gush, hugging him just as tightly. 

“I knew you would love the show,” He gave you one last squeeze before going over to Mary and giving her a kiss on the cheek and embracing her to his side. “Boys, this is my dear friend Y/N, Y/N meet Brian who plays guitar, Roger the drummer, and John our bassist.” You shake Brian and Roger’s hand giving them a smile and telling them it was nice to meet them. When you shook John’s hand it was like seconds lingered on longer then supposed too. On stage, he had a this fiery attitude that made you feel like he’d be a hotheaded rockstar, but he was not that. Offstage, it’s like everything about him was gentle. From his smile to how he felt against the skin. You shook his hand and he had a shy smile on his face, and you knew you had a faint blush creeping up on your own. 

“Lovely to meet you, Y/L” he says while continuing to shake your hand longer than supposed to. He’s so enticing you couldn’t even reply to him, so you just smile and nod like an idiot. Mentally you were kicking yourself for not saying something, anything, to him. 

“Sooo...” Freddie pipes up, directing your attention to him, instead of on John. He let’s go of your hand quickly, letting it fall back down to your side. “Should we have drinks here, or at our place?”

“Is that even a question Fred? Here of course,” Roger replies quickly. “Joining us tonight, Y/N?” Roger asks, giving a little wink in the process. He’s cute sure, but you know he’s just trouble and that’s the last thing you needed. 

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s getting kind of late.” You say ignoring his stare by looking at your watch. Last thing you wanted was to be in another game with a “bad boy”. You had already made that mistake once, and you weren’t about to make it again. 

“Absolutely not darling. You’re having drinks with us and that’s that.” Freddie orders and what Freddie says goes.

“C’mon, Y/L. When was the last time you had some fun?” Mary adds on. You chew on the inside of your cheek deciding whether or not you should join them. Everyone stood there waiting for your answer. You definitely didn’t want to be a downer, plus you’d be able to spend time around John just a bit longer.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay and have drinks with you guys.” You declare, earning a relieved look from Freddie and a squeal of excitement from Mary. If you’re being honest, it seemed as if John looked a little bit relieved as well when you decided to stay. No. You already made a promise to take a break from relationships, you remind yourself.

“Right, let’s go then.” Brian’s tall figure lead the way back in. You all decide to squish into a booth that just barely held you all. You were between John, which made your heart flutter, and Roger. Rounds were made to your table, which you all appreciatively downed. Not long after, confidence started bubbling inside to talk to the brunette boy next to you. 

“You did an amazing job out there, John. Have a real talent, but I bet you already knew that,” The last part came out a little more flirty then you meant, but you didn’t really care. 

“Thank you. Very nice of you to say that,” John said, smiling at the compliment you gave him. You knew he didn’t quite believe what you were saying was true. 

“I’m not just saying that to be nice, John. I really mean it, you truly are talented. Between me and you,” You lean over closely to him so he could hear your whisper “you were my favorite to watch.” You pull back to gauge his reaction. He looks at you with a smile that reaches his eyes and a blush on his cheeks. 

“Secrets safe with me,” He raises his pinky to signify a promise, you wrap your own pinky around his with a grin on your face. 

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Weeks go on by, and you were starting to go to the boys’ show every chance you got. You always told yourself that it was because you loved the band and their music and you wanted to support all four of them, but deep down you knew it’s partly because you wanted to see John more. After that night of meeting the band, you had quickly became good friends with all the boys, even Roger, though he still flirted a bit. With John, it’s like you two were connected at the hip. 

The friendship between you two blossomed quickly, surprisingly. It took you weeks to warm up to someone, but with John it took hours. You felt as if there was no judgement between you and him. Every moment you were next to each other, maybe even sharing innocent touches that made your heart leap. Every second you were with him, you felt your small crush deepening into adoration. He’s just... Perfect. 

He has soft flowy hair, beautiful greenish grey eyes, the cutest nose, the best smile and the most kissable lips. The best part is that he was an angel with a bit of the devil hidden inside which made you guys get along so well. Like I said, he’s perfect. 

Suddenly, you’re ripped out of your thoughts by Mary’s hand frantically waving in your face. 

“Y/N, darling, you’re drooling by just staring at the man!” She yells against the deafening noise coming from the band’s party. 

“Am not!” You say, wiping your chin just to make sure. 

“Love, why don’t you just tell him? It’s quite obvious you like each other,” She suggests. You roll your eyes at her comment, this wasn’t the first time she, or the band told you to admit your feelings to John. 

“He doesn’t like me like that Mary, that’s why I don’t tell him.” You reply, but you both knew that was a lie. You knew he had some type of feelings for you too, but it just felt easier, maybe even safer to not tell him your feelings. 

“I just don’t get what you’re afraid of, Y/N” getting hurt, yet again. “Sometimes you need to take risks. That’s the only way you’ll make it in life.” She points out. You knew she’s just trying to help, but sometimes you just wanted to tell her to butt out. 

At the other side of the party, the same conversation was going on between John and Freddie. 

“Just tell her, it’s as simple as that!” Freddie says clapping his hands together.

“No, Fred” John shakes his head “It’s not just that simple.” Especially when it’s as someone as perfect as her, John thought

“Darling, you’re making this way too complicated! It’s obvious that she likes you as well by the way she stares at you, or how she intently listens to every word you say like it’s your last. Not to mention, how she blushes when you give her a compliment or how she nearly forgets to bloody breathe when you touch her!” Freddie says a bit over dramatically, trying to get his point across to the stubborn man. 

“What if you’re wrong Fred?” John asks doubtful. It pained him to keep his feelings from you, but he was fearful of the pain that he’d have if he told you and you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, chancing losing you as a friend. The last thing he wanted to do was chase you away from him. 

“Me? Wrong? I’m never wrong Deacon, you should know this by now.” 

“You’re right. I’ll tell her,” John takes one more drink of his beer before leaving to go find you. Tonight was the night, what’s the worst the could happen? He thought.  

It didn’t take him long to find you. His breath hitched watching your bright smile and audible laugh over the loud crowd. The only problem is that you’re with Mary. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe just sheer adrenaline, but John continues his way to you.

“Mary, Freddie’s looking for you.” John tells Mary as soon as he reaches you two. Mary’s eyes search the crowed room for Freddie, and instead of seeing a Freddie searching high and low for her, she sees Freddie cheering on Roger who’s chugging a bottle of liquor.

“You sure John? Doesn’t look like he’s searching for me,” She says back with a slight laugh. She knew what he was trying to do, she just wanted to make it a little harder for him. Realizing what they were both trying to do, you jump in and help out John chase off your best friend.

“Mary I don’t think you heard the man! FREDDIES LOOKING FOR YOU!” You shout out at her. You hear a small laugh escape John’s lips. Mary looks at you with a pout on her lips, then stubbornly got up and made her way towards Freddie. You turn to John with a prideful smile on your lips and happily pat the now open spot next to you. More than happily, John takes the spot beside you mirroring your smile.

As soon as he knew Mary was out of ear shot, he leans in close to where you’re able to hear him clearly “I lied. Freddie was never looking for her,” He confesses.

“Really? I couldn’t tell!” You say with playful sarcasm. “Why’d you lie then?” You lean further into John, causing his already crimson cheeks to grow a shade darker.

“Well... if you really want to know, I just wanted to get you alone” He tries to play off, but his red face was betraying him. You raise your eyebrows a little in surprise at his statement. Instead of asking any further questions, you decide to play along.

“We’re not completely alone,” you gesture to the packed crowd surrounding you “Should we perhaps leave and go somewhere private?” An angelic smile crept onto your lips, but John noticed the unmathcing devilish glimmer in your eyes. He knew exactly what that meant.

“Thinking what I’m thinking?” He asks with his own mischievous grin.

“Oh yeah,” Without hesitation, you grab hold of John’s hand and drag him out of the party. You have so much excitement running through your veins, neither of you even bother to say goodbye to your friends. “Keep up Deacs, don’t need you falling behind.” You tease.

“Don’t worry love, right behind ya,” He gives your hand a tight squeeze, making your heart flutter. If only you could hold his hand like this forever, but you knew better than to allow that.

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How would the companions seduce Sole - part I: the guys

Synth!Codsworth: He doesn’t intentionally seduce Sole; Although he may slowly realise his feelings are no longer platonic, his main play is waiting for Sole to figure it out. Whenever Sole then does realise what is going on, Codsworth figures that they can opt to ignore it so they continue to travel together, confront him which allows him to deny it if he deems it necessary or ideally allow things develop naturally in a positive manner. The latter not requiring him to make a move; succes! Nevertheless, Codsworth has seen all those romantic shows too and subtly tries to get closer to them. Sole considers it at least endearing when he tries come up with ideas of things they could do together. Codsworth has always seen happy picnics and going to the movies together as a means to ‘woo’ someone, so it’s dificult for him to figure out how to handle things now those places may spell danger instead. In the end, he mainly uses very genuine compliments to get Sole swooning. That and the way he just understands Sole because he’s been in her life so long ends up being the biggest turn-on for Sole. 

Danse: He finds excuses to get more time away from them at first, when he’s still with the brotherhood. Seducing is not an option, he is not having any kind of... romanic entanglements when he has his duties to uphold. Then he realizes that he cannot stop thinking about them and does the opposite: constantly seeking their company. He tries to get them involved in things he likes to do in his downtime. His go-to place is armour, working on it with sole ideally. The fact that that gets him and Sole to both work up a sweat is just a very nice side-benefit that allows him to take his shirt off around them (and gauge their reaction) and that allows him to sneak a peak at Sole from time to time too. But when push comes to shove, if Sole wouldn’t shove him against that working bench for more than smithing, he isn’t gonna either. That is until they are together. Then he takes every spare moment he can to get to them. As far as words go, he eventually opts for some big ones, the kind that show Sole that he is a little bit more invested in their relationship than just being a companion. Danse has a way of making Sole feel like they’re the most important person in the world to him. Actually, they’re not entirely sure that that isn’t the case. 

Preston: Chivalry isn’t dead because Preston is still out there. He praises Sole and looks at them as if they are a god(dess) and cannot believe he’s lucky enough to even be in their vincinity. He doesn’t actively try to seduce Sole that much (he wouldn’t know how best to handle that), but damn the lingering stares he does. When they walk into a room, when they walk out, when they are speaking to an audience,... he looks at them with pride and reverence and something quite different. Basically tension between them can be cut with a knife half the time.  Any and every settler has at some point at the very least once left a room with them in it because they felt they were interrupting something just by the way he looks at his commanding officer. He jumps on the opportunity a little too fast if Sole shows any interest which makes for some laughs and smiles. The rest is babe-story.

MacCready: MacCready isn’t exactly a natural at flirting and needs Sole to take initiative there. The main way in which he tries to seduce Sole is by simply opening up to them more than to anyone, show his softer side and hope his hopes for a future with them don’t get crushed. He essentially does whatever he can to show Sole how important they are to him and beyond that just hopes that Sole gets the subtle hints. Hints such a letting Sole sleep an extra shift when they take turns to watch for enemies, protecting them to the extent he steals their kills, allowing them to sleep in his arms if they want to, giving up his own vest and scarf when they get cold, somehow always keeping snacks around that Sole likes... Once they’re together he suddenly regains his bravado to just randomly remind Sole that whenever they need a break from the battle or if they want to try something new he’s always game. . 

Nick: Nick’s a gentlemen and a suave one at that. He mainly seduces by paying attention to them, by remembering the little things. That varies from the name of their childhood dog to the way they like their drinks. The only hiccup is that he in’t sure to which extent Sole would be interested in a heap of ‘scrap metal’ as he often considers himself to look like, ut it is not a hurdle. He is just fine with treating Sole right regardless, and not taking it any further. If anything, it allows him to be even more smooth because he feels like he has nothing to lose by it anyway. The only way Sole can really tell he’s doing it on purpose are the nicknames he chooses for them; they become terms of endearment. He does, however, ask them if that’s all righ first. Additionally: the man may have robotic limbs but he still remembers how to dance just fine, thank you very much. ;) 

Deacon: Deacon knows how big of a part their shared sense of humor and ability to rapid fire sarcastic comments just makes him and sole *work* together, but when it comes to seducing sole he mainly uses a sense of almost reckless arrogance and banter to get Sole out of their concentration and in his arms. His quips become a little more suggestive at first, to test the waters and whether Sole is  responding in kind, and turn into innuendo-loaden quips and battles of sarcasm, winks and grins that eventually drive Sole up the wall in all the best ways... especially because he is patient enough to never make the first move beyond that and somehow seems to use a deeper voice to talk to Sole when he really means business.

Gage: The main advantage of their ride-or-die lifestyle is that both Sole and Gage get their adrenaline pumping by fighting. Because of that, Gage knows well enough that the moment to suggest some time alone is right after a fight. Which coincidentially, is also when they’re most impressed with each other. Blood runs hot, one thing lead to another and before either of em knows it the porter and the boss are giving the most scarce variant of pillow talk a go. This also may mean he tries to actively seduce Sole by challenging her to a fight without weapons and if they’re up for it also not too many clothes. Beyond that, however, he always waits for their cue to continue the ‘fight’ below the belt.Last thing he wants to risk is confusing a sense of bloodthurst for something else. But the moment Sole kisses him, all bets are off.

Hancock Hancock may be a ghoul but he’s very physical. He knows exactly where and how to kiss Sole in such a way it’ll drive them mad and he knows it. More importantly, everything in his body language when he is near Sole shows it too. The sheer amount of self-confidence with which he approaches Sole is his secret weapon. He excels at suggestive grins and using a lower tone of voice to blatantly tell Sole -when he knows they are interested- how he feels when he feels it, which serves to be a a pretty devilish combo. Subtlety is not his game. When they don’ have the time or space to do anything specifically but if Sole does clearly show romantic (or even just sexual) interest in him, he also always seems to be standing extremely close and yet not close enough for Sole’s liking. When Sole finally would manage to get him into bed, he doesn’t hesitate to drag it out and be a total tease to them. 

X6-88: X6 would take  a very long time to even consider making a move on Sole. What comes first is a thorough analysis of the way they have been behaving aorund him, and it is only when he is convinced that he isn’t just reading into things what he wants to that he acts. X6 tends to be so focused, so composed, that the moment he is alone with Sole (or knows only they can hear him) and he makes a quip or a jab at Sole -especially out of the blue-  it stands out. He knows Sole is particularly sensitive to knowing X6 lets his true colours shine through only for them. X6 gets to Sole by saying things that an easily be taken two ways: a dubious way and a very innocent remark. But also by not behaving the way he ought to as their protector but the way wants to as their lover. X6  just stops supressing his more human nature from time to time in subtle ways. When those rare comments are of a sexual nature... well he doesn’t even have to put in much of an effort.

Maxson: Maxson challenges Sole. He asks them to go on increasingly more responsibility-demanding jobs and seeks to see them thrive. This also allows him to discuss tactics with them until late in the night if need be. He doesn’t want to risk coming on too strong and have Sole feeling pressured into anything. Instead, he takes these moments as a chance to get insight in several ways. He allows Sole to ask more personal questions, if they answer some personal questions in return. It gives him a chance to let Sole to see him as something else than ‘The Elder’ when they are alone. He drops his posture a little, relaxes, leans forward to express interest when they talk. He shows them that he’s more than his rank and also only allows them to really go head-to-head against him. The more challenging the mission, the more he can be found subtly protecting Sole. Not against incoming enemies, Sole’s got that covered just fine, but against those who may be against their presence in the Brotherhood for any ungrounded reason. He makes sure people know they are under his protection. If need be he takes up responsibility for some more reckless actions of Sole’s, after which he just tells them to see him in his office for a debrief on their mission. In closed quarters, when Sole asks him about it he pretends he has no idea what they are talking about with a hint of a conspiratory smile.

Upon request by an anon (the Far Harbor DLC ones are gonna be shorter because these characters are... harder for me to grasp cause I’m not as extremely familiar with them. I know you also asked for Faraday but I can’t grasp him quite yet. But give me time ;) ): DiMa DiMa doesn’t really flirt. DiMa is upfront, compliments Sole just straight-up asks them whether and how they want to be ‘courted’. If anything, what marks his flirting is his patience and honesty about his feelings. He likes to tell Sole about his dreams of the future, and how he would like them to include Sole if they so wish. He paints pictures of love and peace. Aside from that; if Sole takes 5 minutes or 5 years to return their feelings, DiMa does not mind to wait. This also may mean a relationship may be put on the long track if Sole is equally bad at taking the initiative there.

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12/10 blog, would binge read again! Would you be comfortable in writing companion headcanons for a Sole who is mute? That uses ASL? (I'm currently learning out of respect.)

Such kind praise, and a delightfully unique ask!

Cait: It’s no secret that Cait struggles with the signs. She’s willing to learn, sure, but it’s slow going, and she often gets frustrated with herself for not keeping up. “Just give it up. I’m never gonna get it. Ya might as well find someone else to travel with.” Eventually, though, once she’s calmed down, she’ll come back and politely ask if she can resume her lessons. She’s a rapt listener, even if she does get frustrated, and she always makes whatever frustrations sole has over teaching her up to them.

Codsworth: He’d be quite comfortable with it, after all, he came programmed to understand it and had been communicating with sole long before the bombs fell. He doesn’t even blink, and so it’s safe to say that he has no trouble with it at all. The other companions might give him a small glare for getting it so easily and being able to have such natural conversations with sole. “I dare say that you’re more skilled than ever, sir/mum! Good to see your mind is still sharp.”

Curie: Other companions will say she doesn’t count as the fastest learner because she, just like Codsworth, was programmed to understand ASL from the start. The knowledge carries over to her synth body, and once she gets the hang of things she’s quite adept at forming the signs as well as understanding them. “And so my pinky goes here and my thumb goes here, and then aha! That is your name, no?” It’s honestly adorable.

Danse: Danse has a harder time with it than he expects, but he’s grateful for it in a lot of ways. People can be hard to hear over the clanking of his armor, so a non-verbal means of communicating is appreciated. Still, in the middle of battle he can’t afford to always look over at them to keep communication open, so overall he’s pretty on the fence about it, though he recognizes its a necessity and makes an active effort to be accommodating. “We’ll talk to some of the Proctors, see if we can’t get Teagen at least to learn a few so you don’t have to write everything down.” He can’t make signs inside his power armor, but he’s good at them when he’s not wearing it.

Deacon: “This is way better than a secret handshake, boss. No one is going to have a single clue what we’re saying.” He jumps in feet-first, and is surprisingly quick at it. He likes to mostly use it to talk trash about other people while they’re in the room, but sole’s giggling gives it away and Carrington is quickly fuming while wondering what that idiot has said now. He loves using it for covert stealth operations as well, though he has been known to make up the sign if he forgets the right one.

Dogmeat: He is as well-trained in ASL as he is spoken English. Nothing will get that tail wagging more than a sign of “good boy” followed by a nice scratch behind the ears.

Hancock: Hancock puts his Mentats to good use whenever he and sole study together. He’ll pop a few to help his mind process and remember easier, and then once the drug wears off he’ll quiz himself. Whichever ones he messes up or can’t remember, he makes note of and asks sole to help him with specifically. He practices certain phrases, and the next time sole strolls into Goodneighbor, he’s waiting with a grin on his face before he fires off a string of signs asking them about how they’ve been, etc. It makes sole’s day, especially when they realize he’s been teaching Daisy and KLEO some signs to help bartering go smoother.

MacCready: MacCready had a brief intro to a few basic signs, but anything more complex had him reeling, trying to keep up. He might get a bit snappish with sole at first, when he can’t keep up. “Stop signing so fast! You know I can’t keep up when you’re getting like that. I’m- No I’m not going to calm down.” He always apologizes profusely afterward, though,asking sole to just give him more time to understand. When he starts getting the hang of things he’s quite pleased with himself. 

Nick: Nick is shockingly quick with ASL. It only takes him a few days before he can understand basic sentences, and after a month or two he’s entirely fluent. He likes it a lot, actually. It’s easy and feels natural to him, and he could chat with sole in ASL for hours on end. He even gets Ellie to learn, too, so she can keep up with them in the middle of conversations. Sometimes they both forget that sole is the only mute one, and there are long periods of time in the office when no one speaks a single word. He likes it because it’s private, moments that only they can share.

Piper: “Blue, hold on. I can’t- Blue! I can’t read them that fast.” Piper isn’t the fastest, but she’s not the slowest, either. Still, she takes her time to learn the signs, practicing them herself at home so she can see both the sign and say the meaning. Once she’s got the hang of it, she publishes a couple in Publick Occurrences, just to make sole’s life a little easier when they’re bartering in the market. She just forgets to inform sole of this, so they get quite the surprise when they catch up on the latest edition of the newspaper.

Preston: He makes himself flashcards. No joke. He has sole make each sign, does his best drawing of it on the front of the card, and scrawls the meaning on the back. He knows he’s going to struggle, so he heads it off as best he can by staying up late, late at night flipping through the cards and only cussing a little when he messes up. Still, he presses on. “The General needs this, so I need it. I’m gonna get this right.”

Strong: Strong… struggles, to say the least. It takes him the longest of all the companions to understand, and even then he struggles on occasion to make out the signs. “Strong can’t see what human is saying! Human need bigger hands.” He’s really trying, though, sole will just have to have some patience with him. Eventually, he’ll understand what he needs to in order to communicate, though he will probably never be able to sign back.

X6-88: The fastest learner, hands down. He makes it a personal point of pride to learn the meanings of all the signs, and when he succeeds at that he starts teaching himself how to do them as well. He’s actually very pleased with the outcome, because it means they can communicate entirely silently while on stealth assignments. “This is an excellent technique for field work. We should have all coursers trained in it effective immediately.”

[idkrogertaylor]

Just a Business Meeting (John Deacon x Reader)

A/N: Hello! This definitely was not meant to be posted as this concept of older/dominate John Deacon kind of started between some friends and I but then I was kind of liking the idea and though the tumblr world might too? It’s been a LONG time since I ever wrote anything and this is my first “fic” type thing from the 2nd person POV so I hope it’s okay. I have some other ideas I might post but for now, enjoy!

Every weekday was another meeting, business lunch or business dinner with your boss without any true work. You were required to attend and remember anything memorable or worth your time or future expertise. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you took up the position as an assistant to gain some experience as you get yourself through graduate school. The job paid the student loans and helped with the experience needed to branch up and work as an official tax laywer, but for now you were interning at a regular law firm and getting to know the ins and outs. It wasn’t all so bad however. There was also that thing with your boss that took up your weekends and some nights during the week. You were...getting close with you boss. No, you were fucking your boss. But you didn’t mind, you weren’t looking for anything serious as it wasn't the best time in your life, and your boss, Mr. Deacon, was definitely worth your time and you liked to think you were worth his. He was at least twenty your senior but goodness did he treat you better than any man your age ever would. You spent every weekend at his place, your normal weekend schedule with him was always leave at 5 PM on Friday, meet him at his place at 6 PM, usually go out to dinner around that time, come back and then it was time to do your homework. The things he’d show you and have you do is beyond comprehensible words but goodness did they make you feel good, he knew exactly what he was doing and you were more than eager to learn.

It was mid afternoon on a Friday and you were finishing up filing some forms when suddenly you felt a hand on your waist and a whisper in your ear coming from behind.

“Meet me in my office in 5 minutes, and lock the door behind you” The hungry voice said. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. You nodded and smirked to yourself. You felt a quick kiss on the back of your head and the presence was gone. You finished filing the forms and knocked on Mr. Deacon’s door alerting him of your presence.

“Come in, and lock the door” he reminded you. He was sitting on the edge of his desk as you walked in and locked the door. You walked over to him and stood in front of him, with your back straight and shoulders relaxed. “Look at you, following what i said. such a good girl” He smirked as he pulled you closer to him by your waist. You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Only doing what I was told. However if you wanted some afternoon carnage I do live close by” you said sarcastically and a chuckle escaped his throat.

“Oh pet, if I wanted an afternoon delight you would know it. Unfortunately for you, we have to push tonight’s...activities back a few hours. There was a last minute staff meeting and I require your assistance tonight.” He told you as he rubbed circles into your hip with his thumb. You nodded in understanding.

“What time is it and where? i’ll just need to run to my place and grab a change of clothing.”

“5:30 and it’s at Penna Vera’s, so dress appropriately” he winked and released you. “Oh and pet, make sure you stick close by me. So when the timing is right we can sneak away and start our weekly...ritual. and call me John, it’s high time you started” he kissed you quickly and pinched your waist and released you. You walked out of his office and walked to your desk sitting down quickly, feeling flushed from just imaging what just happened and what tonight will entail. He barely touched you and you were already feeling dizzy. You still don’t understand how you can handle his intensity. John is everything anyone could ever want in a lover and a man. Intense, passionate, rough or slow, patient. He’s introduced you to many new things and ideas and you can’t imagine not using them on him and in the future. You sometimes take him by surprise when you ask for something that he introduced to you a few weeks ago. Like last week, you, as he had phrased it, “innocently requested your hands be tied up” by the tie he wore to dinner that night. By the time you snapped out of your thoughts, you realised how fast the day had gone and that it was time for you to run home and change into something more business appropriate. You gathered your things and skipped off to the car and drove to your place, excitedly thinking of the idea that popped into your head.

As you drove to Penna Vera’s, you parked close to the entrance and walked in, looking for John as he was the main reason you were there to begin with. You looked around and spotted him near the long bar in the back, so feeling a bit brave, you walked to the other side of the bar, not to far from him but not close enough to be on or next to him him, although that’s exactly what you’d love to be doing.

“One gin and tonic please” you told the bartender, leaning over the bar slightly. as you sat down on the bar stool, the previously unoccupied seat now had an occupant.

“Deciding to drink are we..?” the occupant said and you smirked.

“Why yes Mr. Deacon i am, the meeting hasn’t started and it’s been such a long day at work, i need to...unwind...” you drawled out the last word and crossed your legs on the stool as you took a sip from your newly made drink. John chuckled and looked at you up and down.

“Nice color dress, the blush color really suits you...and I do approve of the length..” he said in a low voice looking down at your crossed legs, the dress stopped above the knee but wasn’t unprofessionally short but teased in just the right way. Teased him in just the right way.

“Why thank you sir...I do remember you mentioning it’s a color that satisfies your tastes?” you looked at him and cocked your head to the side slightly. He chuckled and nodded.

“Indeed pet...come there’s people arriving and if they see my assistant having too much fun by herself there will be questions” he said as he hopped off the stool and offered his arm. You smiled and grabbed your purse and took it, walking over to the associates that you knew and have talked to from previous meetings.

As the night got on and you worked your way through the crowd of people, you finally made your way over to the table and get settled for dinner. Of course when you sat down, John wasn’t too far behind and slid into the seat next to you. He put his arm on the chair behind you and leaned in to whisper something.

“You’d think i’d let you get away that easily? All while going around in that dress?” you smirked to yourself hearing that.

“Didn’t know you were chasing me...should I be worried?” you winked.

“Oh princess I’m always going to be chasing you, you’re too easy to be caught.” he replied at sat back in his chair, bringing his arm back to his side.

“Yeah? Guess we’ll see about that” you challenged and winked and you picked up the menu. All you heard was the sound of John laughing next to you and the table began to fill up and the talks of business once again began to fill the air. Since you necessarily didn’t attend to the business being talked about, you didn’t pay close attention to the chatter around you and you looked up from the menu to see the waiter already begin to approach the table and begin taking meal orders. You glanced over the menu again and once you were set on what you wanted, waited to be well...waited on. As you looked around, you felt a hand rest upon your knee and a hint of a smile fell on your lips. This was a move in whatever game you and John were playing tonight and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of having the upper hand, so you didn’t flinch when he began rubbing circles on your knee. As the waiter approached you, you could see the slight blush that crept upon his face when he glanced at you, and you smiled at him. He walked over to you and winked.

“And what will the beautiful young lady be getting this evening?” he asked looking straight at you. You weren’t one to not take a compliment but there’s always something about being called beautiful that made you giggle, so a giggle escaped your lips.

“You’re talking to the wrong woman but I’ll have the steak, fully cooked please” you batted your eyelashes and said with a higher than normal voice at the waiter, and that’s when you felt a slight squeeze on your knee. You caught John through the corner of your eye looking directly at you, and you knew you were winning. You shrugged your shoulder slightly at him and turned your attention back at the waiter.

“Oh and can i get a side of potatoes please sweet pea?” you asked. The waiter bite his lip and nodded slowly at you, catching onto your flirting.

“Of course anything for the beautiful young woman. Perhaps a drink as well? On the house?”

You could feel John’s glare on you and the grip on your knee had moved up to your thigh now as you tossed your hair behind your shoulder and giggled at the waiter, who’s name you saw was Ryan.

“Oh that would be just lovely! A gin and tonic please?” you giggled and smiled a toothy smile. Ryan nodded and wrote it down and moved next to John to take his order.

“And what can I get for you sir?” he asked and John scoffed.

“Yeah I’ll take the steak as well, medium rare. If it’s anything but I’m sending it back. And bring me back a glass of whiskey while you’re at it” he demanded and you had put your hand over his where it rested on your thigh. You definitely were winning this game. once Ryan had left, John leaned over to your ear again.

“Oh sweet girl...what exactly do you think you’re doing? Flirting with the waiter?” he harshly whispered and a hint of a smirk crept up to your lips.

“Jealous, much? And what’s wrong with flirting? I’m technically a single woman?” you innocently batted your lashes and pursed your lips.

“Oh pet...you’re mine and mine only...you got that?” he started and looked down at your hand on his, then he smiled, an idea popping into his head. “take them off...”

You looked at him confused, not understanding what he meant. “I’m sorry...? take what off?”

“Take them off...” he moved his hand up more, resting close enough on your thigh for you to get the message and your eyes widened. “I won’t ask again...” well...this was something new and something about it excited you and you eagerly stood up about to stride for the ladies room until John pulled you back down into your seat. “Oh no no, right here...I want to see you do it.” He looked in your eyes as he told you-no not told you, commanded you to do it. You nodded and pushed your seat all the way into the table and attempted to shift your hand under your dress to grab the fabric of your panties but there was no possible, or legal, way to do so.

“I can’t do it here without flashing the entire table!” you barely whispered not wanting anyone to hear of your escapades,

“The table cover is long enough and the woman next to you is far more entranced with conversation she’s in to notice you. Take them off if you want a good night later...” his hand brushed yours as he said that and that sent heat up your body to your face. You attempted again to do it unknowingly to the other people at the table, all while John had a smirk plastered on his face watching you squrim around in your seat trying to wrangle them off. As you finally managed to slide them off, you fixed your dress and set them in your lap.

“Is Mr. Deacon pleased?”

He reached over your lap and nodded and put them in his suit pocket. “Good girl...I’ll take good care of these” he grabbed your hand and placed it to his lips kissing it quickly and returning it to your lap, never letting go, and your face flushed and you felt in that moment yourself losing the lead in whatever game you were playing.

Dinner had come and gone uneventfully. as you finished up your food (without any other conversation from the waiter thanks to one John Deacon), and as you were walking to the entrance, you felt an arm snake around your waist and pulled you into the elevator. It was only the two of you when you first entered and John pressed the garage floor button.

“Oh i parked at the main entrance!” you exclaimed and he laughed.

“You really didn’t think i’d let you drive tonight did you? I might not have seen you until Monday. and besides, you have to learn your lesson.” he said while looking straight at the door, the grip on you only tightening.

“Lesson...? for what?” you asked looking at him and you could see the hint of mischief and business spark in his eyes.

“Oh my dear girl...for flirting with that waiter. I can’t have my girl go around doing that” he said and you could feel your face heat up. You didn’t know what he was going to do and before you could ask, the elevator stopped and it began to fill up with other people. The door shut and the elevator started its ascension downwards and you felt John drop to his knees to what it looked like to tie his shoe. You were relieved he wasn’t going to try anything until you felt his hand touch the back of your leg and as he stood up slowly, his hand traveled under your dress and rested nicely on your pantiless bum. You bit your lip trying not to make a sound and then you felt his hand snake forward and rest exactly where you wanted it all night. He at first teased you by leaving it there until he saw you squirm, that’s when he slowly slid two fingers in you and began to move them slowly around. You gasped quietly and cleared your throat, knowing you couldn’t make a sound without being caught. You were so thankful that you at the back of the elevator because you had to grab the bar to keep yourself steady.

As he inserted a third finger and moved them in and out at a slowly agonizing pace, he whispered directly into your ear. “Don’t make a sound and don’t come...this is your lesson for disobeying and for flirting with other men” he breathed into your ear and his hot breathe on your ear caused you to squrim slightly and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head gently as he kept moving his fingers slowly in you. Your mouth was left open in surprise and you looked at him and all he gave you was a shit eating grin. You grasped his arm tightly as he moved his fingers in you faster, not knowing how much more you could take and knowing you were close to your release. You turned into his side and pulled him down slightly to moan in his ear at a level only he could hear. “I...I don’t know how much more I can go...” you whined.

John kisses your head again and nodded “Oh sweet girl I know...hopefully now you’ll learn your lesson” he said hungrily and did the ‘come here’ motion with his index finger inside you and he quickly removed his hand from under your dress as the elevator stopped on the garage floor and it opened.

You opened your previously closed eyes and gasped at what had just happened. You saw john wipe his hand on a handkerchief he had inside his pocket and he took his other hand and grabbed yours with it, kissing it while leading you to his car. “You were so good princess, doing exactly as I told you. Now, how about we go back to my place and I give you a reward for being such a good girl?” he smirked as he helped you into his car and sped off.

[deakyrog]

Just A Business Meeting (John Deacon x Reader)

A/N: Hello! This definitely was not meant to be posted as this concept of older/dominate John Deacon kind of started between some friends and I but then I was kind of liking the idea and though the tumblr world might too? It’s been a LONG time since I ever wrote anything and this is my first “fic” type thing from the 2nd person POV so I hope it’s okay. I have some other ideas I might post but for now, enjoy!

Every weekday was another meeting, business lunch or business dinner with your boss without any true work. You were required to attend and remember anything memorable or worth your time or future expertise. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you took up the position as an assistant to gain some experience as you get yourself through graduate school. The job paid the student loans and helped with the experience needed to branch up and work as an official tax laywer, but for now you were interning at a regular law firm and getting to know the ins and outs. It wasn’t all so bad however. There was also that thing with your boss that took up your weekends and some nights during the week. You were…getting close with you boss. No, you were fucking your boss. But you didn’t mind, you weren’t looking for anything serious as it wasn’t the best time in your life, and your boss, Mr. Deacon, was definitely worth your time and you liked to think you were worth his. He was at least twenty your senior but goodness did he treat you better than any man your age ever would. You spent every weekend at his place, your normal weekend schedule with him was always leave at 5 PM on Friday, meet him at his place at 6 PM, usually go out to dinner around that time, come back and then it was time to do your homework. The things he’d show you and have you do is beyond comprehensible words but goodness did they make you feel good, he knew exactly what he was doing and you were more than eager to learn.

It was mid afternoon on a Friday and you were finishing up filing some forms when suddenly you felt a hand on your waist and a whisper in your ear coming from behind.

“Meet me in my office in 5 minutes, and lock the door behind you” The hungry voice said. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. You nodded and smirked to yourself. You felt a quick kiss on the back of your head and the presence was gone. You finished filing the forms and knocked on Mr. Deacon’s door alerting him of your presence.

“Come in, and lock the door” he reminded you. He was sitting on the edge of his desk as you walked in and locked the door. You walked over to him and stood in front of him, with your back straight and shoulders relaxed. “Look at you, following what i said. such a good girl” He smirked as he pulled you closer to him by your waist. You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Only doing what I was told. However if you wanted some afternoon carnage I do live close by” you said sarcastically and a chuckle escaped his throat.

“Oh pet, if I wanted an afternoon delight you would know it. Unfortunately for you, we have to push tonight’s…activities back a few hours. There was a last minute staff meeting and I require your assistance tonight.” He told you as he rubbed circles into your hip with his thumb. You nodded in understanding.

“What time is it and where? i’ll just need to run to my place and grab a change of clothing.”

“5:30 and it’s at Penna Vera’s, so dress appropriately” he winked and released you. “Oh and pet, make sure you stick close by me. So when the timing is right we can sneak away and start our weekly…ritual. and call me John, it’s high time you started” he kissed you quickly and pinched your waist and released you. You walked out of his office and walked to your desk sitting down quickly, feeling flushed from just imaging what just happened and what tonight will entail. He barely touched you and you were already feeling dizzy. You still don’t understand how you can handle his intensity. John is everything anyone could ever want in a lover and a man. Intense, passionate, rough or slow, patient. He’s introduced you to many new things and ideas and you can’t imagine not using them on him and in the future. You sometimes take him by surprise when you ask for something that he introduced to you a few weeks ago. Like last week, you, as he had phrased it, “innocently requested your hands be tied up” by the tie he wore to dinner that night. By the time you snapped out of your thoughts, you realised how fast the day had gone and that it was time for you to run home and change into something more business appropriate. You gathered your things and skipped off to the car and drove to your place, excitedly thinking of the idea that popped into your head.

As you drove to Penna Vera’s, you parked close to the entrance and walked in, looking for John as he was the main reason you were there to begin with. You looked around and spotted him near the long bar in the back, so feeling a bit brave, you walked to the other side of the bar, not to far from him but not close enough to be on or next to him him, although that’s exactly what you’d love to be doing.

“One gin and tonic please” you told the bartender, leaning over the bar slightly. as you sat down on the bar stool, the previously unoccupied seat now had an occupant.

“Deciding to drink are we..?” the occupant said and you smirked.

“Why yes Mr. Deacon i am, the meeting hasn’t started and it’s been such a long day at work, i need to…unwind…” you drawled out the last word and crossed your legs on the stool as you took a sip from your newly made drink. John chuckled and looked at you up and down.

“Nice color dress, the blush color really suits you…and I do approve of the length..” he said in a low voice looking down at your crossed legs, the dress stopped above the knee but wasn’t unprofessionally short but teased in just the right way. Teased him in just the right way.

“Why thank you sir…I do remember you mentioning it’s a color that satisfies your tastes?” you looked at him and cocked your head to the side slightly. He chuckled and nodded.

“Indeed pet…come there’s people arriving and if they see my assistant having too much fun by herself there will be questions” he said as he hopped off the stool and offered his arm. You smiled and grabbed your purse and took it, walking over to the associates that you knew and have talked to from previous meetings.

As the night got on and you worked your way through the crowd of people, you finally made your way over to the table and get settled for dinner. Of course when you sat down, John wasn’t too far behind and slid into the seat next to you. He put his arm on the chair behind you and leaned in to whisper something.

“You’d think i’d let you get away that easily? All while going around in that dress?” you smirked to yourself hearing that.

“Didn’t know you were chasing me…should I be worried?” you winked.

“Oh princess I’m always going to be chasing you, you’re too easy to be caught.” he replied at sat back in his chair, bringing his arm back to his side.

“Yeah? Guess we’ll see about that” you challenged and winked and you picked up the menu. All you heard was the sound of John laughing next to you and the table began to fill up and the talks of business once again began to fill the air. Since you necessarily didn’t attend to the business being talked about, you didn’t pay close attention to the chatter around you and you looked up from the menu to see the waiter already begin to approach the table and begin taking meal orders. You glanced over the menu again and once you were set on what you wanted, waited to be well…waited on. As you looked around, you felt a hand rest upon your knee and a hint of a smile fell on your lips. This was a move in whatever game you and John were playing tonight and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of having the upper hand, so you didn’t flinch when he began rubbing circles on your knee. As the waiter approached you, you could see the slight blush that crept upon his face when he glanced at you, and you smiled at him. He walked over to you and winked.

“And what will the beautiful young lady be getting this evening?” he asked looking straight at you. You weren’t one to not take a compliment but there’s always something about being called beautiful that made you giggle, so a giggle escaped your lips.

“You’re talking to the wrong woman but I’ll have the steak, fully cooked please” you batted your eyelashes and said with a higher than normal voice at the waiter, and that’s when you felt a slight squeeze on your knee. You caught John through the corner of your eye looking directly at you, and you knew you were winning. You shrugged your shoulder slightly at him and turned your attention back at the waiter.

“Oh and can i get a side of potatoes please sweet pea?” you asked. The waiter bite his lip and nodded slowly at you, catching onto your flirting.

“Of course anything for the beautiful young woman. Perhaps a drink as well? On the house?”

You could feel John’s glare on you and the grip on your knee had moved up to your thigh now as you tossed your hair behind your shoulder and giggled at the waiter, who’s name you saw was Ryan.

“Oh that would be just lovely! A gin and tonic please?” you giggled and smiled a toothy smile. Ryan nodded and wrote it down and moved next to John to take his order.

“And what can I get for you sir?” he asked and John scoffed.

“Yeah I’ll take the steak as well, medium rare. If it’s anything but I’m sending it back. And bring me back a glass of whiskey while you’re at it” he demanded and you had put your hand over his where it rested on your thigh. You definitely were winning this game. once Ryan had left, John leaned over to your ear again.

“Oh sweet girl…what exactly do you think you’re doing? Flirting with the waiter?” he harshly whispered and a hint of a smirk crept up to your lips.

“Jealous, much? And what’s wrong with flirting? I’m technically a single woman?” you innocently batted your lashes and pursed your lips.

“Oh pet…you’re mine and mine only…you got that?” he started and looked down at your hand on his, then he smiled, an idea popping into his head. “take them off…”

You looked at him confused, not understanding what he meant. “I’m sorry…? take what off?”

“Take them off…” he moved his hand up more, resting close enough on your thigh for you to get the message and your eyes widened. “I won’t ask again…” well…this was something new and something about it excited you and you eagerly stood up about to stride for the ladies room until John pulled you back down into your seat. “Oh no no, right here…I want to see you do it.” He looked in your eyes as he told you-no not told you, commanded you to do it. You nodded and pushed your seat all the way into the table and attempted to shift your hand under your dress to grab the fabric of your panties but there was no possible, or legal, way to do so.

“I can’t do it here without flashing the entire table!” you barely whispered not wanting anyone to hear of your escapades,

“The table cover is long enough and the woman next to you is far more entranced with conversation she’s in to notice you. Take them off if you want a good night later…” his hand brushed yours as he said that and that sent heat up your body to your face. You attempted again to do it unknowingly to the other people at the table, all while John had a smirk plastered on his face watching you squrim around in your seat trying to wrangle them off. As you finally managed to slide them off, you fixed your dress and set them in your lap.

“Is Mr. Deacon pleased?”

He reached over your lap and nodded and put them in his suit pocket. “Good girl…I’ll take good care of these” he grabbed your hand and placed it to his lips kissing it quickly and returning it to your lap, never letting go, and your face flushed and you felt in that moment yourself losing the lead in whatever game you were playing.

Dinner had come and gone uneventfully. as you finished up your food (without any other conversation from the waiter thanks to one John Deacon), and as you were walking to the entrance, you felt an arm snake around your waist and pulled you into the elevator. It was only the two of you when you first entered and John pressed the garage floor button.

“Oh i parked at the main entrance!” you exclaimed and he laughed.

“You really didn’t think i’d let you drive tonight did you? I might not have seen you until Monday. and besides, you have to learn your lesson.” he said while looking straight at the door, the grip on you only tightening.

“Lesson…? for what?” you asked looking at him and you could see the hint of mischief and business spark in his eyes.

“Oh my dear girl…for flirting with that waiter. I can’t have my girl go around doing that” he said and you could feel your face heat up. You didn’t know what he was going to do and before you could ask, the elevator stopped and it began to fill up with other people. The door shut and the elevator started its ascension downwards and you felt John drop to his knees to what it looked like to tie his shoe. You were relieved he wasn’t going to try anything until you felt his hand touch the back of your leg and as he stood up slowly, his hand traveled under your dress and rested nicely on your pantiless bum. You bit your lip trying not to make a sound and then you felt his hand snake forward and rest exactly where you wanted it all night. He at first teased you by leaving it there until he saw you squirm, that’s when he slowly slid two fingers in you and began to move them slowly around. You gasped quietly and cleared your throat, knowing you couldn’t make a sound without being caught. You were so thankful that you at the back of the elevator because you had to grab the bar to keep yourself steady.

As he inserted a third finger and moved them in and out at a slowly agonizing pace, he whispered directly into your ear. “Don’t make a sound and don’t come…this is your lesson for disobeying and for flirting with other men” he breathed into your ear and his hot breathe on your ear caused you to squrim slightly and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head gently as he kept moving his fingers slowly in you. Your mouth was left open in surprise and you looked at him and all he gave you was a shit eating grin. You grasped his arm tightly as he moved his fingers in you faster, not knowing how much more you could take and knowing you were close to your release. You turned into his side and pulled him down slightly to moan in his ear at a level only he could hear. “I…I don’t know how much more I can go…” you whined.

John kisses your head again and nodded “Oh sweet girl I know…hopefully now you’ll learn your lesson” he said hungrily and did the ‘come here’ motion with his index finger inside you and he quickly removed his hand from under your dress as the elevator stopped on the garage floor and it opened.

You opened your previously closed eyes and gasped at what had just happened. You saw john wipe his hand on a handkerchief he had inside his pocket and he took his other hand and grabbed yours with it, kissing it while leading you to his car. “You were so good princess, doing exactly as I told you. Now, how about we go back to my place and I give you a reward for being such a good girl?” he smirked as he helped you into his car and sped off.

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Fallout 4 Headcanons

Because I’m addicted to Fallout 4 (again), here’s some companion headcanons no one asked for:

MacCready:

Despite the shit he talks about Sole doing it, MacCready also tends to pick up ‘junk’, though not in the amounts Sole tends to. He especially likes to find things to send home to Duncan. 

Gets flustered and embarrassed whenever he’s called ‘Bobby’, “Robby”, or any other variations of his first name. 

Tired of being called ‘Mac and Cheese’ and similar, but grows more fond of it the more he likes Sole.

Sneezes violently, has smacked his head into things while doing so. 

Easily jealous, even platonically. Denies it, but sulks when left out of things.

Hancock:

Would never admit it, but it lowkey bugs him when people crack their joints - especially if it’s their spine. 

Gets a crush on Sole the moment he meets them, regardless as to whether or not he’s romanced. If they turn out to have radically opposing beliefs (i.e. very serious BoS soldier that hates Ghouls) he sometimes lies awake at night wondering what their relationship would be like if things were different. 

Asks Sole really existential questions right before they fall asleep, then dismisses it himself and falls asleep immediately. Sole usually ends up staying up an extra hour or two working through it themselves.

Nick:

Tends to leave little marks on walls whenever he and Sole go into particularly labyrinthine buildings or tunnels. Thinks that with Sole having faced so many hardships, it’d be a shame for them to die to their short attention span. 

Likes to take quiet moments to watch the sunset/rise, or large vistas, or people enjoying life. 

Remembers when a lot of the people in Diamond City were kids, gets a little sad when he sees some of them have grown up to hate or distrust synths.

Deacon:

Is actually the one who left most of the railsigns across the Commonwealth, but only barely peeked inside any of the locations they marked. Talks about them so much because he was always hoping they’d get more popular. 

Likes to assign Sole random names whenever he’s the one that has to talk to strangers. Sometimes drops to one knee to dramatically propose to them as a distraction - especially if they don’t like him. 

Can’t lie with his eyes, thus the shades. Especially bad at not smiling with his eyes even when he can keep the rest of his face straight.

Lowkey offended Hancock doesn’t like him, even though he doesn’t either. 

Likes to make up stories about people in his head. Is especially good at lying because he’s already constantly telling himself stories. 

Constantly worries Sole is going to change their mind and ditch him/the Railroad, worries it’ll be all his fault if they do.

Danse:

Snores. Denies it.

Even after Blind Betrayal, tends to snap to attention when addressed. Still calls himself ‘Paladin Danse’ out of habit, then flinches. 

Frets about Sole a lot. Chews them out if they don’t come back when they said they would, generally assumes they died to something ridiculous. 

Loves dogs. Loves cats. Loves animals in general. Always feels a little bad when putting down mongrels, tells himself he’s putting them out of their misery.

Before Blind Betrayal, always assumed it was the guilt keeping him up at night. After Blind Betrayal, wonders if the original Danse was ever real and if so, if they’d be proud of what he did with their life.

Porter Gage:

Kitten sneezes. Hates it. 

Kind of resigned to the fact that Sole will one day betray him, increasingly concerned and confused if they don’t. 

Bad at making himself sleep, even when he needs to. Tends to stay up for days, gets particularly grouchy. 

Used to have really, really bad aim, put a lot of work into improving it. 

Keeps an ear out for information about his old boss Connor, isn’t sure if he wants to hear if and how he died or not. 

Gives Sole little tests to see how observant they are (i.e. selling them back the gear they have him holding). 

Ridiculously light sleeper. Gets up to check doors, corners, locks, etc a lot.

Preston:

Sleeps like a rock. Tends to overwork himself and falls asleep leaning on Sole, walls, etc. 

Still blames himself for the refugees lost to ferals at Lexington. 

Really likes gardening, gets attached to the plants. Likes to give them really specific reassurances about his own insecurities (i.e. “Don’t worry, little guy. They like you just as much as they say they do.”, “Sometimes bad things happen, and you can’t help as much as you want to. The best thing you can do is keep growing so that you can help more next time.”, etc )

Codsworth:

Was different than the other Mister Handys from the beginning, but didn’t think anything of it until he saw how the others behaved after the war. 

Has spent the last 210 years coming up with jokes to tell himself, then quietly, sadly laughing at them. 

Sometimes nestled into his box inside the house to ‘rest’/mope about the state of the house and its occupants. Doesn’t do this after Sole comes back, is embarrassed by it. Probably makes elaborate forts with synth!Shaun if in the same settlement.  

Tried to take out the trash after the bomb dropped. It fell apart. 

Can also develop a crush on Sole, but never really entertains the idea. 

Does not consider getting transferred into a synth body for hygiene concerns alone.

Cait:

Defensively gets her hackles up whenever meeting someone that reminds her of her parents. Doesn’t notice, gets angrier when it’s pointed out, is upset they still have that much of an effect on who she is today.

Is a bit of a hopeless romantic. 

Has secretly always wanted to be a pirate or a superhero.  

Soft spot for kids, especially ones in bad situations.

Piper:

Sometimes forgets her pencil/pen is tucked behind her ear, checks all her pockets, accuses Deacon and Hancock of filching it. Deacon is delighted by the word ‘filch’, plays suspiciously innocent even when he had nothing to do with it. 

Warns Nat away from eating too many sweets, even while eating them herself. 

Has a huge crush on Magnolia, loves listening to people sing. 

Easily annoyed by repetitive questions. 

Loves comics, especially The Silver Shroud.

Loves to gossip with Nick, has embarked on a few jobs with him. Used to follow him around a lot as a kid.

Dogmeat:

Is probably actually, legitimately immortal. Maybe a product of some abandoned Institute project? 

Has been caught trying to crawl through cat doors. Does not fit. 

Systematically begs everyone in a settlement for food and treats, takes note of which softies will feed him even if they know he’d already gotten some (Danse, Preston, Cait, Porter).

X6-88:

Denies the destruction of the Institute because he’d rather pretend nothing has changed than face figuring out who he is without them. 

Is aware of a lot more rogue synths than he lets on, but doesn’t report them unless they become a problem or he is assigned to bring them back. 

Was really, really good at the all-robots sporting event the Institute used to have. Was too competitive. 

Has tried ‘sleep’ a few times, always awakens from what he can only determine is corruption of old data. After all, there’s no way he’d be able to remember if he was once reclaimed…Right?

Would not care to know who he was before if he had been previously reclaimed and wiped.

Curie:

Loves slapstick humor, is also incredibly guilty about it. 

Also loves most of the other companions whole-heartedly. Is kind of a mom. Tries to brush Cait’s hair, chastises MacCready for eating too many sweets, gives Danse advice for cutting down on his snoring, asked Gage if he wanted her to check his other eye for infection, etc. Most of the companions don’t know how to deal with this.

Is actually very good at painting.

Bonus

Maxson:

Once stubbed his toe on a table, then made a half-hearted, completely stoic joke about declaring war on tables. No one was sure if it was a joke, so they just stared at him. He still cringes when he thinks about it.

Desdemona:

Loves warm clothes, especially scarves. Wishes she had more. Will never mention it. 

Really misses the leader of the Railroad that came before her. Wishes she could still rely on their guidance. 

Is very sad when she finds out Elder Maxson’s age, has to try her best not to think of him as a kid in a very unfortunate position. 

Hasn’t understood any of Deacon’s Othello jokes, just gives him a tired stare when he makes them.

'Father’:

Uploaded a copy of his 'current’ consciousness to synth Shaun, thus the synth’s odd manner of speaking and choice of subjects - and his odd dialogue when escaping the Insitute. 

Very good at sudoku, very bad at wordcross puzzles. 

Had to work through some abandonment issues as a teen and young adult, though he knew his parents didn’t leave him on purpose. Can still feel those emotions if he thinks about it, but tells himself he has developed a detachment to it. Is lying to himself.

[radreactions]

Romanced Companions react to slapping sole during an argument and sole just dumping them right there and then. (No forgiveness)

Just a heads up, potential DV triggers here guys and in case it needs to be said, DV is NOT okay in ANY circumstance. I’ll also be working on something romantic and fluffy to make up for the angst ;)

Cait – Sole got her so fucking mad that she simply lost control of herself, barely having enough sense of mind to not throw a punch but instead – at the last possible moment – transform it into a hard slap across their face that jerked their head to the side. She started yelling at them then, not fully realising what she’d just done until they pushed her aside and stormed out the room, yelling back that they’re relationship is over. Cait continued to yell profanity back at them, slamming the door behind them before sliding down the wall and burying her face in her hands, crying now because dear God she realised she’d just hit them. She just became every lousy piece of shit that she’d ever come across in her life and actually hit the one person who was good to her. Swallowing her pride, Cait rips open the door and sprints after them, intent on making things right. It’s no surprise when they don’t forgive her, when they turn their back on her and keep walking with hurt and resentment in their eyes. The pain in her chest hurts so bad that she turns to the only remedy she has left and drinks herself into blissful stupor, unable to live with what she’s done sober.

Curie – The argument was so futile, so trivial in comparison to the consequences of her own actions. She didn’t mean to, she would never ever mean to hurt the person she loved, but her body had a mind of its own and left the little synth just as shocked and surprised as Sole when her hand whipped across their face. Hard. “S-Sole I am so sorry! I-” She tried to apologize, reaching for them quickly only to recoil when they flinched, expecting another blow. She started crying then, her tears flooding her vision, making it impossible to see the hurt in Sole’s eyes as they spoke but regardless she knew it was there. She heard it in the roughness of their voice as they spoke the words that crushed her.“We’re done, Curie. We’re over.”She cried out, reaching for them but finding nothing but empty air and regret. How could she have done such a thing? How could she live with herself now that the person she loved more than science, more than anything in the world has left her?

Danse – He’s quite a physical man, Danse, so much so that it’s easy for anyone to tell his mood simply by observing his posture alone. If he’s unsure, he’ll shift from foot to foot and scratch absently at his jaw. If he’s troubled, he’s restless and can’t keep even a finger still for more than a few moments. When mad, he searches for something to hit until he’s calmed down some. But never, never did he consciously mean to slap Sole during their first real argument. When he realises what he’s done because of the hurt look on Sole’s face, it feels like the entire world fell out from under him. “Sole, I-I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t mean to strike you, I-”“Just shut up, Danse! I can’t fucking believe you! How dare you!” Sole rips away the hand he reached forth to soothe their stinging cheek, their eyes burning with resentment. “I’d expect to be hit by a raider, Danse, but never you. And never again. We’re over!”He knows he deserved it, he knows he was in the wrong but he just can’t let them walk away and leave things like this unaddressed. “Sole-”“Go away!” Sole’s yells were so loud and his grip so strong on their forearm, that some of their other companions had to come in to separate them because Danse just wouldn’t let go. He needed them to know that he didn’t mean it, that he loved them, that he wishes he could’ve snapped his own arm in two places instead of hitting them. Days, weeks, months, years later – even though the damage was well and truly done – he still keeps trying to make it up to them, to show how much he cares, because the alternative is not an option. He will never accept that they’re over. Not because of him.

Deacon – He’s never slapped anyone in his entire life. He’s punched before, karate chopped and even glove slapped, but never actually hit anyone with his palm before. So the stinging comes as a surprise to him, but the actual realisation that he’d done it to Sole shocked him even more. In fact, he’s so stunned, that he stares down at his hand speechlessly, the silence between him and his lover stretching for so long that he thought they’d stormed away.“How could you?” Sole hissed through a harsh whisper. “I thought you loved me. Or is that yet another one of your lies, Deacon?”He tries to speak, he tries to defend himself, but there really is no point in that, is there? He’d just hurt them. Physically hurt them. There was no coming back from that and he knew it. In response to his silence, Sole just scoffed and shook their head, before brushing past him and pushing open the door to their shared house. “We’re done.”Their words pierced his heart, the pain so sharp that he actually winced. He turned to stare at the closed door, feeling lost for the first time in a long time. Once again, he fucked up everything that was good in his miserable little life, and for what? A petty argument? Already he’s berating himself and can’t think of a single defence simply because there is none. “I…I’m sorry, Sole.”

Gage – It was not big deal to him, slapping Sole. He didn’t want to, but they wouldn’t stop yelling at him and he…he just acted in the way a seasoned raider veteran would instead of a doting lover. “Will you listen to me now, boss, or do I need to do it again?” The words tasted bitter in his mouth even while saying them, but he was so worked up that he didn’t consider how it would seem to Sole. He didn’t consider that it was a real dickhead move and would quite obviously lead to them doing what they did next.“Fuck you, Gage!” They grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at him, a rusted lamp that he easily swatted away while trying to follow them as they left the room.“Sole, wait minute, come back here. I know I fucked up, okay?”“Yeah, you did!” They spat, spinning around to fix him with a glare. The words were right on the tip of his tongue, so easy to speak for anyone else, but Gage? Having gone through what he’s gone through in life? No. He’s never said those words before, so it was incredibly hard to get them out even though he knew it was all that was needed to fix this, and that moment of hesitation cost him everything he held dear in life. “And I can never forgive you for that, Gage. Not that.”“Sole-” The slam of the door was final, like a gunshot. It may as well have been one, one that was directed at his heart.

Hancock – He rarely ever gets mad, let alone mad enough to strike out on anyone physically, but when he does it always revolves around something he cares about. Sole is most certainly within that category and even though he wasn’t necessarily angry at them during their argument, he got so overwhelmed with his frustration and the fact that they wouldn’t listen to him, that he slipped and before he knew it his hand had whipped across their face. “Oh shit, Sole! Fuck! That was an accident, I’m-”“Get the fuck away from me!” They growled, ripping their arm from his grasp. “How the hell was that an accident, Hancock?”He could’ve blamed it on the chems, on his nervous twitch, on some bullshit story that there was a fly in the air and his swipe at it inadvertently hit them too. But he loved them too much to even consider lying. “Sole, I love you. I’d never purposely do that to you.”“Fuck you, Hancock.” They whisper harshly. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”It had been seventeen years since Hancock cried. Seventeen years that he’d kept himself safe from a pain so sharp and unforgiving a bullet to the chest would seem appealing in its stead. But when Sole left that room, Hancock was reduced to tears. Not only had he lost the greatest thing in his miserable life, he’d lost it because of his own foolishness. Something that drives his chem addiction even higher in the coming days and months.

MacCready – The only drawback of being in a deep, meaningful relationship is that you get to learn not only the great and lovable qualities of the other person, but also their flaws as well and the things that really get under their skin. In arguments such as the one he was having with Sole, this is particularly hard because that kind of knowledge can be used against them and things can be said and done that cause far too much hurt than that warranted by the petty quarrel. It was a scene repeated too many times over in the history of human kind, where MacCready had reached his breaking point and wanted both of their yelling to just stop. It did though, when the loud slap echoed in the room, emphasised only by the deafening silence and the reddening handprint on Sole’s face. “Oh crap.” The colour drained completely from his face as he realised just how badly he’d fucked up. “Sole, I-I can’t believe I just did that to you, I’m so sorry I-”The damage had been done. Sole – with burning anger and hurt in their eyes – had just turned around and roughly pulled open the door to their room before MacCready could finish his sentence. “No, I can’t be with someone like you. I deserve so much better. Have a nice fucking life, MacCready.”“Wait-” The door slammed shut and he was left gasping for air, hand reaching for the nearest piece of furniture to keep himself standing. That just happened. He just fucked up so fucking badly and he can’t think of what to do next. Should he go after them? Should he give them space? What the fuck did he slap them for?! He near about drowns in guilt and shame, barely able to look anyone in the eyes because of what he’d done. His greatest fear from then onwards is raising a son that will do the same thing as his father, knowing that even though it only happened once, it was one too many times.

Maxson – Discipline is something he has a knack for instilling in people, whether it’s seasoned Brotherhood Knights or the still wet behind the ears squires. He hasn’t had much in the way of experience when it comes to romantic relationships and during the first falling out with Sole, he’d resorted to using what he already knew to try and take back control of the situation that was rapidly getting out of hand. When he realised it was most certainly the wrong approach to take, it was too late and his handprint was already reddening on Sole’s cheek. Silence stretched between them for a long time until Maxson finally spoke. “I’m sorry.”Sole glared at him, on the verge of tears but much too proud to let them fall. “You’re sorry? Really?”“Yes.” He affirmed and even though the words were the last thing Sole expected the stoic Elder to say, they weren’t enough to fix this. They were never enough to fix this. Maxson knew it himself and under the unwavering stance of his body, under the proud showcase of a man in his prime and achieving everything he believed in, lay a feeble man in love waiting for the guillotine to drop.“We’re done, Maxson. We’re fucking done.” Sole’s words sliced through him, ballooning out the guilt and self-hatred that had the Elder close his eyes against the sight of them leaving. He took in a deep shuddering breath and mentally recited the oath he’d taken as Elder, because now he’s left with nothing but the Brotherhood and even though it was once satisfying on its own, it is now barely enough to fill the hole left by Sole’s retreating back.

Nick Valentine – The amount of wife beaters Nick had put behind bars before the war was astounding for all the wrong reasons. He could never understand it, could never understand why or how a relationship could get to a point where one partner would strike the other. He always assumed it was voluntary, which made it so easy to lay the blame on the attacker because surely it wasn’t that hard to refrain from hurting the one you’re supposed to love. He never accounted for accidents. His hand moved so fast that he didn’t realise he’d done it until he saw the scratches on their face. Of course his right hand was the one to do it. The metal one. The one that could damn well have taken their eye out too. “Dear God, what have I done? Sole, are you okay? I promise you I didn’t mean-”Sole shoved him away roughly, small beads of blood smearing across their cheek as they wiped at where he’d hit them. “I thought you were different, Nick.” They hissed, tears mixing with the blood. “But now I see that you’re just like everybody else. A scumbag.”He wanted to reach for them, to stop them from leaving him, but let his hand drop to his side and stared woodenly at the door Sole had just slammed closed behind them. “You’ve really done it now.” He muttered to himself, disgusted. He knew Sole was too good for him, that he didn’t deserve them, and this only goes to prove the point. Even though in the days ahead he’d want nothing more than to win them back, he wouldn’t let himself be anywhere near them, because they were right. He was just a scumbag and maybe now that he’s out of the way, Sole can find someone better than him who’ll treat them right. Who’ll treat them better than he did, but one who couldn’t possibly love them more than Nick still would.

Piper Wright – She didn’t mean to slap them. She’d never, ever meant to do that. Not to Sole. But with how vigorous her hand movements were, how angry she’d gotten with them, she just…lashed out. The sound it made, the shock on their face, the silence thereafter. She just stared in shock, her hand still stinging from the force of it. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, panic taking over as she reached for them, only to be pushed away. “Blue, I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean-”“Get out.” They uttered harshly, a hurt-born fire in their eyes. “Get the fuck out. We’re done.”Piper left with tears in her eyes, panic flooding throughout her chest. How could she have done something like that to Sole? They will never forgive her now, after all, how could they? She just slapped them – the person that she loved! Piper would keep her distance despite her own misery, hoping that maybe, maybe they’d want to talk. Maybe they’d want to reconcile, accept her apology. Maybe she hasn’t well and truly fucked things up between them, but as days passed and Blue still hadn’t contacted her, Piper realises with heart wrenching clarity that it really was over and it was all her fault.

Preston Garvey – He didn’t know what came over him. Normally he has a pretty steadfast hold on his temper, especially when it came to Sole, but that day he’d had enough and his control slipped only momentarily. The slap was like a viper strike, hard and fast, and by the time his hand lowered to his side, the red mark on Sole’s face was already glowing bright. By the time he realised what just happened, Sole pushed him away and growled out that they were done, so fucking done and that they never want to see him again. Preston desperately tries apologizing, damn near begging for them to stop and listen and just please know that it was a mistake, but Sole just leaves him calling out to them. He locks himself inside a room somewhere private and just yells, tears in his eyes and guilt in his heart. How could he have done that to Sole?

X6-88 – The courser was a patient man, a man that didn’t believe in spousal abuse and so believed that he himself was not capable of something so deplorable. But that was before his argument with Sole, before his patience was stretched so thin that it snapped like an elastic band – only instead of it flinging harmlessly off into space, it was his hand that flung harmfully at Sole’s face. The force of it knocked them to the ground and had him standing over them, shock written plainly across both Sole’s and X6’s faces. “I-I’m sorry. I did not mean to do that, Sole. Please believe me.” He knelt down to help them up, but was quickly shoved away and glared at.“Get away.” Sole hissed, rubbing their stinging cheek. “Get the fuck away from me you bastard!”With what he’s already done, X6 has no choice but to oblige, leaving the room quickly and already chastising himself for losing control. No matter how much or how sincerely he apologises to Sole in the following days, he knows he won’t ever be forgiving and is left wondering to himself just how on earth he’s to live with the guilt and self-disdain.

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Can you do Gage for the fluff alphabet? ❤️

Fun fact! I’ve never reached max affinity with Gage. How ‘bout them apples? But! I’ve watched all his affinity speeches on YouTube so. There’s that. Anyway. Ahem. Please enjoy! 😊

Deacon, Danse, Piper, MacCready, X6-88, Curie

Hancock, Nick Valentine, Preston

Fluff Alphabet: Gage

Activities: What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Gage enjoys creating mischief with Sole. (Brahmin tipping, graffiti, messing with settlers, etc) and then watching the aftermath. Chaotic.

Beauty: What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Gage admire’s the fact that Sole has a good head on their shoulders. They’re not rash and power hungry, but rather focused and collected.

Comfort: How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Comforting is not Gage’s forte. He doesn’t know what to do. He just gives Sole some space.

Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Gage doesn’t think that far into the future. He just enjoys being with Sole presently.

Equal: Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Passive. You’re the boss.

Fight: Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It depends on Gage’s mood, but he’s pretty laid back and they don’t fight too much. If Gage is upset, he just gets dismissive.

“Yeah, yeah, boss. No need to get your panties in a wad”

Gratitude: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Although he doesn’t show it, he is grateful that Sole has been such a good, level-headed overboss.

Honesty: Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There are a few secrets— namely about the fine details of Gage’s past (specifically about his parents) — but there are not too many.

Inspiration: Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Sole has helped Gage become more involved in his cause.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Gage doesn’t get jealous.

Kiss: Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He’s not horrible, but he’s not phenomenal either. He’s middle-ground.

Love Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?

He wouldn’t. Sole would have to be the one to do it. If things were going well, he would just let it keep happening; there wouldn’t be a formal confession.

Marriage: Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

No. Gage doesn’t want to get married.

Nicknames: What do they call their s/o?

Boss, Babe (but not “boss babe” because he’s not running an MLM scheme lol)

On Cloud 9: What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s not really obvious that they’re in love. Gage isn’t super romantic.

PDA:Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

They aren’t really about PDA or bragging about each other. They like to keep their relationship on the DL.

Quirk: Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Gage has a lot of confidence in Sole, which often drives them to go above and beyond.

Romance: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Gage is not very romantic (especially not in public). He’s more romantic in private.

Support: Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes, Gage believes in Sole and they tend to work mutually toward a goal.

Thrill: Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

It depends on the day. Sometimes Gage likes to spice it up a bit. Other times, he prefers just keeping things routine.

Understanding: How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Gage admittedly has a hard time reading Sole. Empathy is not a strength of his.

Value: How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

This relationship is important to Gage, but not his be-all-end-all commitment.

Wild Card: A random Fluff Headcanon.

Gage sleeps in the Freefaller position, so it is tough to cuddle.

XOXO: Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, definitely not. Behind closed doors, they are slightly more affectionate.

Yearning: How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

When Gage is missing Sole, he focuses on Nuka World affairs.

Zeal: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Gage cares for Sole, but he is only willing to go so far.