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I'm taking the insentive to write for Fallout because the brainrot is real!

Arthur Maxson (Fallout 3):

How I'd write for child

Arthur Maxson (Fallout 4):

What was I made for?

Head Cannons (Mostly relationship) for Maxson

Sub! Arthur HCs

Paladin Danse:

Virgin Danse first time... Because why not?

But they cradled me, Yes?

Preston Garvey:

Threesome with Sturges and Female Sole

Breeding Kink with Preston

We have matching wounds, ours are black and bruised

Nick Valentine:

Domestic HC's with Nicky!

Period Comfort with Nick

Cait:

Nothing here yet!

Sturges:

Threesome with Preston and Female Sole

Travis Miles:

Smut Head Cannons

Robert J. MacCready:

Fluffy and Angst Hc's

I am Delulu.. Request me!

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Deacon x sole survivor

Bona Fides

a few drabbles about Deacon and his desperate attempt to hide his growing love for you

Part 1

Robert MacCready x Sole survivor

Heart for hire

It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.

Part 1

Elder Arthur Maxson x Knight reader

Heart of Steel

You are a former soldier before the Great War, frozen in the vault only to wake in a world you didn't recognise anymore with your husband killed and your son kidnapped. You stumble through the Commonwealth, having searched far and wide with Detective Valentine for your son until you stumble upon Paladin Danse at the Police station. His Brotherhood wakens your desire to belong somewhere again and so you join them, but upon meeting Elder Maxson you weren't sure anymore if it really was the right decision....

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel

Chapter 2 - Tour of Duty

Chapter 3 - Show no mercy

Chapter 4 - Something's gotta give (18+)

Chapter 5 - Don't let me be misunderstood

Chapter 6 - Dream a little dream

Chapter 7 - Dangerous minds

Chapter 8 - Why do fools fall in love?

Chapter 9 - The morning-after-date (18+)

Chapter 10 - Institutionalized

Chapter 11 - Blind Betrayal

Chapter 12 - A flame in your heart

Chapter 13 (final chapter) - A new dawn

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Maxson as Sole Survivor playthrough:

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Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

The hunt

You were sent to retrieve a precious item, but so was the most notorious bounty hunter in the Wasteland...

(set before he ends up in that grave)

Chapter 1 - The plan

Chapter 2 - The bounty

Chapter 3 - The spoils (18+)

Chapter 4 - The betrayal

Porter Gage x female sole survivor

The dress (18+)

(Marcosito) Cito x sole survivor

Headcanons - Falling in love

Mason x reader

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I would absolutely LOVE to hear any headcanons or reactions on Maxson × Female Sole as a happy married couple. Maybe this one will challenge you so I'm super curious on your take!

Ps, you're still the best of the best at these! 🥰

(This genuinely made me smile, thank you so much!)

• Although it would be pretty easy to tell early on in a dating relationship with Maxson, the business between both of your duties can be a little bit of a struggle. There will be quite a few nights going to bed alone, quiet dinners doing paperwork..the whole works but him being a romantic deep down, he makes sure to make it up in small gestures as well as big.

•It might be a bit cheesy but he smiles every time your name comes up in a file or he overhears another soldier addressing you as “sentinel Maxson”.

•Very sentimental in the way that he preserves little things from your wedding ceremony- pictures, holotapes of congratulatory speeches and even pressed aster flowers from the bouquet you insisted on having.

•So long as you are able/wanting to, he can NOT wait to get a head start on extending the family line. If I’m being perfectly honest, he’ll commence this process by first adopting a kitten and considering it your little shared bundle of fur. Consider it practice for the real thing 😉

•Definitely more nervous about marriage than he lets on but wants nothing more than it. Once he made that connection with you, his peace with being a lone Maxson vanished.

•Lots and lots of late night talks about anything and everything, sometime you might wanna hold a pillow over his head it gets so bad. Seriously though, you are his best friend, spouse, and council all rolled into one. Any important decision he makes from here on out must be considered and hopefully approved by YOU.

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Sanctuary | Danse x Male!Sole Survivor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sanctuary! Have to drop off something!"

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

"Thanks Donick!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well...yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Even better news. Thanks Preston."

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

"Starlight?"

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

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

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

"How did you do this?"

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

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

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

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

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I mean I rlly don’t agree with his morals and political views but god damn I wanna ride this man

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Ad Victoriam

Finally got off my ass and started the fic I've been wanting to do for weeks. Maybe months? I'll be doing it chapter by chapter and eventually putting it up on Ao3.

I've made it GN as I want sole to be as relatable to you or your OC as possible.

Chapter I - warnings: None.

Chapter I

Arrival of the mechanical birds

The tangerine sunset always looked gorgeous from the Castle; the sparkling glimmers skipping over the restless sea, making it appear crisp and clean – disguising the usual sickly green hue of the salted waves. But the Minutemen weren’t able to take a moment to take in the beautiful daily view they were blessed with. The usual peaceful bliss they felt in their fortress this time of day was today filled with unease, anxiety and even a little fear among the less informed.

“General. Here they come.” Preston’s familiar voice muttered from close behind his leader.

The familiar tone that seemed a lot more welcome than usual. Preston had always been a great guide to Y/N, and more-so a great friend. And as their heart fluttered at the sight of the vertibirds in the distance, heading towards the ancient garrison, his voice helped hold the glue of their stoic expression as their men and women gathered outside of the main gate to greet the guests for the evening. Preston Garvey was their pillar of strength. Always there when they needed an extra pair of shoulders to unload some weight upon. And of course, the favour was always returned.

A chilled breeze whipped around the small gathering, all eyes up towards the old Boston airport across the shimmering sea – the giant, metal, killing machines looking a lot smaller than they were in reality as they made their journey.

Five. They think to themselves, arms behind their back. They would never allow themselves to show fear in front of their soldiers. Five of them. Why would he need five?

Their trust in Elder Maxson had recently begun to dwindle, due to a few reasons. Reasons they'd went over in the confines of their room over and over again. Planning every move for as many scenarios they could possibly think of. If this were a trap – they would be ready.

A whiff of cigarette smoke filled their nostrils, the disgust of the scent still not faltering their spine of steel stance as the ebony sheen of the metal birds grew bigger by the second.

“So, what’s the deal with this guy?” Hancock asks as he inhales his hit of nicotine, gold plated flip-lighter being tucked back into his crimson pocket with an equally coral colored hand. “How much time have you spent with him? What’s his vibe?”

“I’ve spent a decent amount with him.” They reply, eyes blinking but not moving from the airport. “I’ve worked under him for a while now. He trusts me.”

“But, do you trust him?” He gestures with his hand, pointing the smouldering end of his white stick towards the incoming cavalry. “Because I don’t think many here do.” His voice was lowered so only they and Preston could hear him. Hancock is smart. He read the situation pretty well.

“We’ll see.” Their tone is soft, quiet. Their mind ticking.

Preston glances between his General and the Ghoul. “Whatever the case, it’s too late to be speculating that now. I’m sure the General has thought of every possible outcome. After all, they didn’t bring us this far by throwing caution to the wind.”

Their perfect lips part slightly in a small laugh. “That’s exactly how I got us here.”

“Okay... bad example.” He shrugs, head dipping to the right as if shaking off unwanted information. “But... whatever you did, it’s working. So, I trust your judgment.”

“I don’t.” A third voice chimes in quietly, a lilt of light-heartedness in the tone. “They once dragged me to a museum saying it would be fun. ...Tha---t place had a Deathclaw nesting inside.”

MacCready held out his hand to Hancock without even setting eyes upon him. “But, they did get us out alive, I'll give them that.”

Hancock’s beady black eyes roll as he sinks his hand into the inside of his coat, pulling out his box of cigarettes'. “You know, a ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ one of these days would be appreciated.”

“Well, I didn’t ask to be dragged to some old witchcraft creep-fest. So why would I say please and thanks?”

Hancock let’s out a gruff sigh of exasperation as he tucks his cardboard back inside. “Know what? No. No cigarette for you.”

MacCready’s broken nose crinkles. “What? Aw, c’mon! Was it something I said?”

The vertibirds were audible now; the droning hums that once filled the General with pride as they fought alongside their brothers and sisters, now transmuting into a strange dread.

“What the hell does he want?” Mac isn’t as good at hiding his unease as the rest of them, getting visibly agitated. “You know, I could take him out from the wall.”

“And have twelve to fifteen angry men in power Armour charge at us? Use your damn brain.” Preston scolds.

“I’m still a Paladin.” Y/N reminds them. “He’s still my Elder.”

“But, you’re a minuteman first, right?” Preston asks, large brown eyes pouring with his usual adorable innocence.

He’s answered with a single nod as the ground begins to vibrate; the five choppers now close enough to push Hancock to slap his hand over his hat to prevent it flying away; the strong gust of wind blowing the end of his cig off from the rest of the stick.

The landing gear deploys, a mechanical groan emitting from the machines as the engines switch off, all five of them landing in a small semi-circle around the group of gawping minutemen and their leaders.

The ground shakes as large and loud booms emit from the BoS soldiers leaping onto the soil in their robot-like suits; their faceless helmets instantly snapping to look at the group they’ve been ordered to greet.

“Paladin.” One nods to Y/N through his speaker.

They weren't sure who it was but it didn’t matter. From his armour, they knew his rank.

“Knight.” Was their reply with a curt nod as the Elder himself dismounts his personal ride; all eyes instantly gluing themselves to his stiff and proud form.

A Paladin followed – unknown identity thanks to his power armour.

“Ah Paladin.” Maxson’s authoritive voice greets as he makes his way up to the awestruck group – his eyes not once leaving Y/N's form. “I’m glad you agreed to this meeting. From what I hear, you’ve been making positive waves across the Commonwealth. I wanted to see what my underling was doing for myself. And even offer our assistance at ridding the filth that infests us.”

Underling. A power move already? They think as they remain stone-faced, falling into the salute of the Brotherhood.  “Elder. It’s an honour to have you at the Castle.”

Preston frowns at their words – gloved hands gripping his laser rifle a little tighter than intended.

“Like wise.” He returns the salute, his eyes looking... well, they couldn’t quite place their finger on it. It was a look they'd never seen from him before, yet still seemed like a familiar expression. At least from his tone, he seemed pleased. “My men here will remain outside. Only Paladin Danse will be accompanying me. I don’t want to... impose.”

“Danse?” Y/N blinks at the Paladin behind Maxson.

“L/N.” He replies with a nod.

“Ah yes. I thought it would be fitting to bring your sponsor along with us. You seem to work great together on the field.” Maxson smirks – y/n knew that was his usual smile. You’d never catch the Elder in a full-blown beam of happiness.

Y/N felt a lot better for a moment that Danse was with them. Then it came crashing down when they realised that man would run into hell for his Elder. Support from him if things went wrong probably wasn't on the cards.

“Okay, well then... shall we?” Y/N gestures towards the Castle that was now quickly falling into the shadow of twilight.

Maxon nods before turning to his small army. “Remember, we are guests here. On your best behaviour soldiers.”

A unison, robotic chant of “Yes sir!” chimed through the air before Maxson turned back to follow the General.

“It seems we have a lot to talk about.” He comments as they begin their stride.

Something in the way he said that fuelled the sense of dread that brewed deep within Y/N's stomach. Their instincts were usually right – and they were screaming that something wasn’t entirely how it seemed to be.

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Before You Follow

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OH MY GOD YOU DO FALLOUT 4. May I request a Danse x Reader? Where Maxon sends the reader out on a mission, but before she goes Danse is there staring at Maxson like a lost puppy maybe even wining and maxson is like. "Fuck sake, Danse, fine you can go with her." And he's just smiling on the inside. Either romantic or platonic which ever feels good

FUCK YEAH!

Sorry if this ooc,I usually use Cait,X6 or Preston or Piper as my companions and I think Danse and Strong are the one I have used the least

Also,spoilers for the BOS questline!

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Who would ever think the tough and dedicated paladin would ever be like this? Ever since Y/N and him had gotten together he seemed like a completely different person. Only around her though. She was the only one who he showed his warm side to. Behind all that power armor, he had a (synth) heart of gold who worried, loved and cared, just like anyone elde. He knew Y/N could fight off all the monsters in the wasteland just fine, but he really wanted to tag along, just to be with her.

He didn't dare to complain to Maxson, but his gaze clearly said it all. Some actions speak louder than a thousand words after all.

Maxson groaned and rolled his eyes in slight annoyance, as if reading his thoughts. Not like it was very hard to do that.

"Fine, go. But since you're going to turn this into a mission for two I expect you to be complete it in half the time. Don't disappoint Paladin"

"Of course not sir" he said as he headed out to catch up with Y/N, trying really hard not to smile. Not here. His smiles were for Y/N only.

It didn't take much time for him to be next to her.

"Danse!" She said smiling "It's sweet of you, but you don't need to escort me to the way out, I know my way around!"

"I'm joining you in this mission soldier" he said, trying to keep it professional until they were alone but failing, his tone clearly showed how happy he was.

"Well, I have no complaints then!"

It looked like happy endings really could exist in the apocalyptic Commonwealth after all. Little did Danse know that even when he found out the truth about himself and that he was indeed a synth, Y/N would never abandon him. A couple truly in love with each other,no doubt

~*~

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Another Maxson enjoyer I see! Always glad to see people appreciate him because he is a really interesting character, when you have some time maybe or you're down to write them some general (or smuty) headcanons for him? Either way hope you have a nice day!

Arthur is a gentle and slow man when it comes to relationships. He's an orphan, all his blood family is dead. When you get together, he's hiding all that softness beneath the title of Elder, wanting to protect himself. But some nights, you can see him smile while talking to you or the other leaders of the Brotherhood.

When you do get together officially, it's a reminder to Arthur that he's human... that he's got family and loved ones...

One night, after everyone has gone to sleep and you two have had some alone time (CUDDLES) with each other in bed, he cries. Not because he's sad, no. He cries because it's the first time he's allowed himself to be this vulnerable since he was 10 years old, crying in Sara Lyons' arms when he learned of his parent's death.

Arthur Maxson is a gentle, overprotective lover. If something happened to you anywhere in the world, he's wiping the place off the face of the earth. He can't go back to being alone again.

If Arthur ever left the Prydwen for any reason including no reason, he will be like a cat. If you mention a cat you saw or how you hated a deathclaw, he's going to either bring you a live animal or the creature's head on a plaque. He will walk into your quarters, toss the plaque or hand you the animal and kiss you before walking away.

He will overwork himself, distract him and pull him away. Then give the work that he's been stressing about to the others. If you don't, it's like a new man sits in front of you.

He's harder on you than he is the rest of the Brotherhood, he wants you safe and that means lots of training on your part. He can be convinced to tone it down after a month of your relationship.

Has a panic attack should you ever get close to death, like a hair trigger away from losing his mind because as I said, this man has Nobody left. Nobody.

"Please don't die, please don't fucking die... I can't lose you, I can't be alone again... PLEASE!"

Smutty HCs:

Arthur is pretty average size wise. About 6 inches and curved up just a bit, just enough to rub against your sweet spots. He's sensitive but has learned to use it to his advantage.

He's honestly a coin flip about what you'll get from Arthur. On days where you've been kept busy and away from him, he's going to be soft and gentle with it. When he's been stressed out and is in a "fuck-all" mood, he's going to keep you up long after you're overstimulated. He will only stop when you safe word.

Give him a blow job under his desk and he will take a moment to relax. He'll pour himself a glass of whiskey and stare at you while you blow him, his fingers in your hair and guiding your movements.

He doesn't have a breeding kink at first, but if you bring up the idea after a few years, he can be convinced to cream pie you until sunrise.

HE CAN BE SUBMISSIVE!!!! He's got a lot on his plate, a lot of people getting orders from him. Sometimes he just wants to execute orders. Will I explain? No, not in a million years. Not until the bombs drop.

His head game is fucking elite! He talks a lot of shit, but damnit his head game is ADFJKDFSADFJ. Will I explain this one either? No, not at all.

He's really good at after care, he's all about taking care of you as long as you do the same for him. He'll hold you close, rub your back, and apologize if he degraded you too hard. He'll kiss the crown of your head, clean you up, and just try and love on you until you pass out.

"I love you... I'm sorry if I did too much..."

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Heart of Steel

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Summary: Maxson suffers through his hangover and makes preparations for the last evening before he'll need to let you travel to the Glowing Sea

Notes: a bit of an inbetween chapter, the next chapter will move faster through the story to finally move it up to Blind Betrayal :)

Warnings: smut (18+)

Chapter 9 - The morning-after-date

Maxson groaned, the throbbing headache along with knocks felt like a jackhammer demolishing the inside of his head. Despite the lack of response, Cade decided to enter and walked towards Maxson who buried his face into the pillow.

"Not now", he grumbled.

"I'm sorry Elder, but I'm here on behalf of a worried Knight. I  don't care how she knew, but given the state you're in, it was the right call to send me."

Reluctantly, Maxson allowed Cade to pull him up to sit on the bed. His eyes, bloodshot and weary, met Cade's concerned gaze.

"What do you want, Cade?", Maxson asked, his voice tinged with both annoyance and despair.

Cade reached into his leather bag and rummaged around, searching for something. After a moment, he pulled out a glass bottle containing a blueish liquid and held it out to Maxson.

"My very own anti-hangover recipe", he offered a gentle smile, "as to what I want, you instructed me to keep track of every soldier's mental health, which includes you as well. So you want to tell me what happened?"

Cade grabbed a chair from the desk, pulled it up to the bed and took a seat, watching Maxson inspecting the liquid before taking a sip.

"This is horrible", Arthur complained, the disgust on his face evident.

"Worse than the headache?", Cade asked, chuckling as he saw Maxson shake his head.

The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Arthur's deep breaths. He looked at Cade, his gaze filled with hesitation, knowing the weight of his words as soon as they were spoken. With a resigned sigh, he began to recount the events around you that had led them to this moment. His voice quivered as he confessed that the weight of leadership and the constant struggle to balance it with his love for you had become almost unbearable. The responsibility of the Brotherhood's future rested on his shoulders while the desire for intimacy and love tore at him and it had taken a toll on him. Cade sat in attentive silence, his face a mask of neutrality, as he listened to the Elder's every word. When the Elder had finished, the doctor looked at him for a moment, a gentle smile forming on his lips before he spoke up.

"Arthur," he began, his tone gentle yet firm, "your burden is not yours alone to bear. We are a Brotherhood and we stand together, which also includes her now. I can assure you if you'd know what your soldiers are doing in their free time while still performing their duty with best consciousness, you'd be less worried about all this. Why do you keep torturing yourself? If you're in love with her, just tell her and see where is goes. It won't prevent you from being the Elder, you can still chase us all around."

Maxson chuckled at the last sentence. The doctor was right and it wouldn't matter that he had no experience on the matters of love, you never judged him for it, so all that held him back from gaining a little happiness in his life was he himself. He tapped the doctor's shoulder, thanking him for the advice and before he headed out, Arthur had to promise him to take care of himself and talk sooner next time.

You dedicated the entire day to enhancing and repairing your power armour. You had planned on checking in on Maxson but as you would head out to the Glowing Sea tomorrow and dying of radiation poisoning wasn't on your to do list, you postponed your visit to this evening. After a refreshing shower, you swiftly made your way back to your quarters. However, you came to a sudden halt when you noticed a neatly folded crimson fabric and a piece of paper resting on your bed. Intrigued, you examined the items more closely and discovered that it was a flared scarlet dress accompanied by a message. The hastily scribbled note simply stated: 20.00 Control tower. A grin danced on your lips as you had strong suspicions about who had left this here and you wasted no time slipping into the dress. Crafted from a soft garish red fabric, it hung snug around your chest, perfectly highlighting your cleavage, whereas from the hips downwards, it flared out gracefully, falling just above your knee. You put on some make-up, stepped into a pair of well preserved black ballerinas you found during your travels through the Wastelands and you made your way towards the control tower, excitement mingled with nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't help but wonder what awaited you at the top of the tower.

Finally, the elevator doors opened, and the sight that unfolded before your eyes left you in awe. The control tower was transformed into an enchanting setting, bathed in soft glowing lights that illuminated the space with a warm, romantic ambiance. Countless candles flickered and cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an ethereal atmosphere. And then, you noticed him. Standing there, dressed impeccably in a pair of black suit trousers and a tight white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, was the person you had suspected all along. Maxson awaited you with a gentle smile on his face. His eyes locked with yours, full of affection and a hint of desire as he took in the sight of you in that dress.

"Surprised?", he chuckled, taking a step towards you, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you into a hug.

You hummed in agreement, closing your eyes, inhaling his sweet scent before you took a step back again, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Do you remember yesterday evening?", you asked hesitantly.

"Why do you think I spent most of my day redecorating this tower?"

"Oh I don't know...perhaps you got up this morning and decided your grand plans to save the Commonwealth needed a more artistic flair?"

"I woke up with a pounding headache and Cade's disapproving glare thanks to a certain Knight", he joked, "I think said Knight may need to have a serious conversation with her superior."

The sultry tone of his voice went straight to your core. Placing a hand on his chest, a sly smile formed on your lips.

"Perhaps her superior should take care of that then", you whispered, your eyes darting between his and his mouth.

Maxson grew tired of the self-imposed restrictions, the desperation and fear, he only cared for you right now and he leaned in, his lips crashing on yours in a hungry kiss, finally letting go of all that was holding him back. His hands glided down your sides, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your butt. You gasped as he lifted you up, moving a few steps forward to settle you down on one of those faint blue pre-war machines. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of approval.

"So, you wanted to talk to me", a mischievous grin formed on your lips, "here we are and I'm all yours", you purred, your hand trailing over his chest, "Elder."

Maxson let out a deep groan, pressing his forehead against yours and you could feel his grip on your thighs tighten. He had never thought the sound of his title could ever arouse him like this but every word leaving that irresistible mouth of yours had the potential to drive him crazy.

"Knight", he breathed, his lips trembling ever so slightly, "I...I..."

He tried to ignore his lust, the sweet temptation of your hand caressing the bulge in his pants, he had to resist for the sake of the most important words he'd ever speak.

"I love you", he took a deep breath, "I want this to be more, I want us to be more, a future for us."

You couldn't help but smile, pulling him closer to hug him tight.

"Me too", you murmured as you trailed kisses down his neck.

You felt your dress shift up while something pulled your underwear down and as you looked up into his blue eyes you saw the endless desire within them. You swallowed a moan at the sight of him, his lips parted slightly, his gaze trailing over your body while he threw your panties to the ground. Your mind went wild, flooding with images of how he'd fuck you right there but he suddenly dropped to his knees, parting your legs and dragging his tongue through your folds.

"Arthur", you cried out, your hand reaching for his head, your fingers entangling in his dark brown hair.

His licks were sloppy but relentless, drawing you closer towards your orgasm each time his tongue circled around your clit. His lips wrapped around your sensitive bud, sucking gently as he pushed two fingers into you, humming satisfied at how wet you were already. Your head fell back against the window, wondering for a brief moment if anyone could see you from the Prydwen but all thoughts were washed away the moment he started thrusting his fingers faster. You were so close, a breath away from the ocean of pleasure you'd gladly drown in but you needed more of him. You pushed his head away, panting while trying to calm yourself a bit before speaking. He got up, worries written all over his face but you wouldn't give him time to voice them as you took his hand, bringing his fingers to your lips and licked them clean. It was the moment Arthur almost fell apart, feeling his cock twitch within his pants while watching you unravel him with such a simple gesture.

"Arthur please", you pleaded, your hands fumbling to unfasten the buttons on his trousers before swiftly pulling them down.

He growled, rubbing his throbbing cock against your wetness. It was almost too much but the threat of sending both of you over the edge became imminent as he glided into you, your walls clenching around his length while both of you moaned loudly. He paused for a moment, breathing heavily, chuckling quietly upon seeing that you were as desperate as he was, pupils blown wide with lust. You wanted everything he would offer you, a burning desire to melt into him, nestled forever within his soul. Arthur began moving, slamming his hips into yours at a sloppy pace. Sinful moans filled the control tower as the shadows dancing on the walls bore witness to your intimacy. Your arms wrapped around his neck, lips clashing on his as you came, legs trembling as love and pleasure blossomed in a mind-shattering orgasm. Feeling your walls clench around him, Arthur promptly followed you, spilling his seed within you, moving away from you after a last few sloppy thrusts. Both of you were panting, broad smiles painted across your lips as you gazed into each other's eyes. Arthur took a rag, cleaning both of you up before taking your hand and leading you to the window, staring into the night sky.

"So what will happen now?", you asked, feeling his grip tighten at your question.

"Whatever we want to happen", he replied, "and after you return from the Glowing Sea we continue our plan to destroy the Institute and I will help you rescue your son."

He turned towards you, the sight of the affection held within your eyes made him weak. He delved into the knowledge of pre-war life, exploring the simple joys that people once experienced, the traditions they held dear—a glimpse into the life that could have been yours. In the harsh wastelands, where time showed no mercy, he yearned to bring you solace, even though romance and leisure were scarce commodities, especially within the ranks of the Brotherhood. Which was exactly why he had planned to ask you something important this evening but upon being in your presence, his courage faltered. Fear and uncertainty crept in, questioning whether it was too soon. He had no experience in such matters and was not long around his parents to grow old enough to ask them for their guidance in such matters. And although he valued Owyn's and Sarah's counsel, they never broached the subject of love with him. The connection that bound you two, it felt unique, a rare treasure he'd neither find nor share with anyone else, a truth he held close to his heart for now. He feared you might not be ready yet, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you, not at this moment. And so, he led you back to the Prydwen.

Chapter 10 - Institutionalized

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[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Got any Headcanons on how companions like to cuddle? How would they like Sole to hold or comfort them? If they’re into it at all that is.

Cait:

Early on in the relationship, Cait is very "iffy" about excessive physical contact. Truthfully though, she is deeply touch starved, craving the love and affection that you can give her. Just be patient with her and build up that trust, eventually you'll find her nonchalantly draping an arm around you as you sit at a bar..wrapping both of them around you to sleep so she can hold you tight.

Curie:

Cuddling is yet another new and wondrous area for her to explore. As a Nanny bot, Curie never experienced the "high" of being in another's embrace, so the very second you ask her to cuddle- she is elated. Honestly anyway is the way for Curie.

Danse:

Danse will primarily initiate cuddling when the two of you turn in for the night, finding that holding you tight against his chest is the best way to fall asleep. Being a victim of frequent night terrors, Danse has a tendency to cling to you for dear life- sometimes even waking up and involuntarily squeezing you gently just to make all reassure him that you are there. He just wants to be able to protect you.

Deacon:

Physical contact is also a rough spot for Deacon. I mean..he obviously loves you a whole lot but..just let him warm up to the idea of cuddling please. He'll come around, and when he does, he will have no shame in asking you to be the big spoon.

Gage:

Believe it or not, he is a sucker for cuddles. Gage's absolute favorite way is when the two of you have some privacy and he can just hold you on his lap, your head on his shoulder and his hands rubbing imaginary shapes into your back until both of you doze off.

Hancock:

Another enthusiastic cuddler on our hands. Unless it's mid-battle, Hancock is almost always down to cuddle. Be it spooning or whatever, he is ready.

Macready:

He too suffers from the thought of losing you, even if it's in the back if his mind. As such, Macready tends to keep that "death grip" on you at all times. Unlike Danse, he'll even resort to throwing a leg over you.

Maxson:

The whole routine of sharing his bed with another person is honestly something he has to get used to. However with that being said, Arthur quickly develops a liking towards you being the one to hold him. I know, "not the brotherhood elder", hear me out though...after countless hours of duty, sometimes he only has the energy to crawl into bed and do all he can not to just straight lay on top of you.

Nick:

As with most things, he's a traditionalist. He likes the classic "spooning" position. He even respectfully keeps his hands strictly on your waist the entire time you sleep.

Old Longfellow:

It may sound kind of mushy for him, but his absolute favourite way to cuddle is by laying down facing you and holding your hand as the two of you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Piper:

Even though it isn't necessarily to go to sleep, Piper prefers for you to simply lean into her side so she can cuddle up against you and continue to rattle off about whatever latest development she has made.

Preston:

PLEASE. BE. THE. BIG. SPOON.

Let this poor sweet man know how much you love him and how you will protect him. He deserves that much.

Sturges:

Honestly? He loves nothing more for you to play with his hair as he lays his head down on your lap. Maybe even tell him about some of the latest settlements you've been helping out, or don't, just enjoy the moment.

X6-88:

Might not sound too "sweet" but X6 has found that his preferred way to cuddle is to rest his head atop your own and gingerly wrap his arms around your waist.

[brotherhood-ao3feed]

Spur of the Moment

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34jUSgX

by edgymonsterbitch

You and Danse fuck. That's it.

Gender Neutral Reader (Sole Survivor) X Paladin Danse

No pronouns are used, no mention of breasts, but reader does have a vagina. I will work on a dick version soon.

Words: 2921, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Paladin Danse (Fallout), Arthur Maxson, Sole Survivor (Fallout), Female Sole Survivor, Nonbinary Sole Survivor, Male Sole Survivor

Relationships: Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor, Paladin Danse/Male Sole Survivor, Paladin Danse & Sole Survivor (Fallout)

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Robot Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Fucking, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Explicit Consent, Dom/sub Undertones, Moaning, Not Suitable/Safe For Work, big dick, Awkward Flirting, Consensual Sex, Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, reader - Freeform, Smut, Shameless Smut, Sexual Tension, Hotel Sex, Gender-Neutral Pronouns

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34jUSgX

[pb1138]

MASTERLIST

Note: All of my stories are either in 2nd person (x reader) or using my OCs for that fandom. There are no in-game-character x in-game-character stories within this list. Also, I accept requests! I am not limited to the characters or even fandoms on this list, so feel free to ask! I will go ahead and warn, I don’t know Star Wars enough to write about it (old and new,) neither do I know many animes. Dragon Age, Star Trek, and the MCU are my biggest fandoms so you’ll likely have the best luck there.

***The Arcana***

Asra       Fictober Day 5: Build (pre-death Morgana)  Lucio       Fictober Days 9: Swing, 10: Pattern, and 14: Overgrown (companion fic to Fictober Day 5: Build. (Pre-death Morgana)) 

***DC***

Poison Ivy       Fictober Prompt: Plants

Victor Zsasz        Fictober Prompt: Drooling

***DETROIT BECOME HUMAN***

Markus       Friends of Red Jack Ch. 1

***DRAGON AGE***

Alena (Brief Solas romance then Cullen romance?):       Faded to be Together Ch. 1 “Jail Break”                                           Ch. 2 “The Road”

Alistair:       A Sleepless Night

Anders:        Fictober Day 2: Mindless

Blackwall:            Masonry and Woodworking       Under the Moonlight       Fictober Day 3: Bait

Cassandra:       Soft       Seeking Truth in Song: Prologue

Cullen:            The Perfect Moment              Dear Diary        Fictober Prompt: Eyes       Fictober Prompt: Tranquility (NSFW)

Fenris:                       Penance       Let’s Tell the Templars

Josephine:        Fictober Day 4: Freeze (Mafia au)             Fictober Day 6: Husky (Part 2 of Freeze, mafia au)              Fictober Day 7: Enchanted (Part 3 of Freeze, mafia au)             Fictober Day 8: Frail (Part 4 of Freeze, mafia au)

Iron Bull:        Fictober Prompt: Roasted

Isabela:        I Won’t Say I’m in Love       Fictober Day 1: Ring

Solas:        Fictober Prompt: Rain (NSFW)       Fictober Prompt: Poison       Frescoes and Lullabies 

Varric:        A Reunion Chapter 1                         Chapter 2                         Chapter 3                          Chapter 4                         Chapter 5 Zevran:        Estamos Enamorados, No?       Beautiful Beyond Words

***FALLOUT ***

Cait       Resplendent

Companions React (Note: No DLC companions, and often Maxson) 

      Sole Singing “I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You”        Sole Asking Them to Lotion a Tattoo       A Field Trip Gone Wrong        Sole Tells Shaun They’re Disappointed in Him 

Hancock:        Some Beautiful Shit 

Maccready:             It’s My Fault

Maxson:          Car Ride

***Greedfall***

Kurt: 

      Throw Him in the River

Vasco:         The Silence

***HOBBIT/LOTR***

         Thorin:                     Sleep Well Pt. 1                                      Pt. 2

***MARVEL***

Bucky       Now That I See You Chapter 1                                        Chapter 2                                        Chapter 3                                                     Chapter 4 

Cable:        See Something You Like? (NSFW)       Till Death Do Us Part       Through the Window        The Protector

Frank Castle:        I Want to Love You (NSFW) Loki:        A Father’s Blessing

Matt Murdock:        To What Do I Owe This Pleasure? Chapter 1                                                                   Chapter 2

Peter Parker:        Some Breakfast and a Bet

 Wolverine:        Reparations Chapter 1

***MASS EFFECT***

Garrus:        Fictober Prompt: Exhausted 

Liara:       Paradise       Apples and Promises

***Outer Worlds***

Vicar Max:       Comforts of Home

***RICK AND MORTY***

Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)        The Scent of a Plain-Ass Girl (NSFW)

***SKYRIM***

Farkas:         The Rain

***STAR TREK***

Data:       El Tango de Data                    Jealousy       Thank You for Teaching Me How to Love       A Mission Gone Wrong       Very Well Rendered (NSFW)       The Officer’s Ball

Odo (platonic):        Custody Arrangements

Spock:        I’m So Sorry, T’Hy’la

***SUPERNATURAL***

Dean:        Thunder

[freshneverfrozen]

Masterlist and WIPs

Masterlist of fanfics and other nonsense from your benevolent overlord

Some links will take you to AO3. Other fandoms not listed below, including older works for Skyrim, the Hobbit, Star Wars, can be found on AO3 under my profile

Current WIPs (2/21):

Leon Kennedy x Reader - parts two and three of Better Judgment

Thomas Rush x Reader - One Foot in the Fairytale

Roger Cadoret x Reader

Far Cry 5

Hope County Bird Watching Series:

Staci Pratt x f!Reader

Whitetail Dove, part one:

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/177214428353/whitetail-dove-part-one

Whitetail Dove, part two:

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/177325634043/whitetail-dove-part-two

Whitetail Dove, part three:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15748608/chapters/36907008#workskin

Sharky Boshaw x f!Deputy/f!Reader

Chickadee

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/177657220958/chickadee

Eli Palmer x f!Deputy/Reader

Mourning Dove:

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/177834271143/mourning-dove-the-first-moment

Jacob Seed x f!Deputy/Reader

Raptor

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/177699473948/raptor

Far Cry New Dawn

Thomas Rush x f!Captain/Reader

One Foot in the Fairytale:

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/182967660558/one-foot-in-the-fairytale-thomas-rush-x-reader

Roger Cadoret x f!Captain/Reader

WIP

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Running Time:

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/182830690333/running-time?is_related_post=1

Better Judgment, Part One: 

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/182852887183/better-judgment-pt-1-leon-x-reader

Fallout 4

Arthur Maxson/f!OC/Danse:

Never Again Unto the Breach:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5285624/chapters/12200774

Arthur Maxson:

Bête Noire

https://freshneverfrozen.tumblr.com/post/162644768068/b%C3%AAte-noire

William Black x Reader

Nuka Cola Dark:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8319979/chapters/19054048

Original Interactive Fiction

The Porthecrawl Witness, Demo Chaps 1 - 3

https://dashingdon.com/play/coy/the-porthecrawl-witness/mygame/

[b0n3s-is-gay]

Oh my goodness, your writing is a treat! I know you said you wouldn't elaborate, but... can we have more sub!Maxson, pretty please?

If not, anything with Maxson or Danse would be amazing! Thanks for sharing your art with us :D

Of course! Words of advice, when I say I won't go into something on one post, it means if I did it would get too long. So I only go into stuff when I have been requested to write it.

Submissive Arthur Maxson Head cannons: GO!

He's not a vocal sub. He's rather quiet for a loud spoken elder. He'll bite your neck and his fist to keep it that way. The only sounds you'll hear are soft puffs of air escaping his lips or a breathy "Please..." when he's so close to that sweet release he craves.

He is not a fan of bondage, gagging, or any kind of rough handlings. There was enough in the capital wasteland for him, he doesn't want anything to do with being hurt.

On the other side of the coin, Arthur is a fan of edging (He just seems like the type to love edging, I can't explain it), oral, and riding. He's a big fan of not having to worry about things and just being near you.

He's a brat at first when you first start but he'll gradually become the perfect service bottom or just a normal bottom most days. Not that he doesn't want pleasure, but he can feed off your pleasure and cum untouched at your moans because they sound so good to him.

Arthur doesn't sub often, but when he does, it's like he needs it religiously. He doesn't beg, he won't, you can't make him... But you can, tease him through out the day. By the end of it, he'll drag you from the command deck and to the inner deck Elder's Quarters.

After sex with him in the subspace, he'll cuddled up to you and just hold you. I still think he struggles with Vulnerability, so he'll just lay there and think about everything.

He loves you.

[hrefna-the-raven]

Heart of Steel

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Song for this chapter:

Summary: You took the opportunity to ask Danse about having a private life within the Brotherhood while Maxson was on his way to see an old friend, someone he knew he could talk to.

Notes: I'm so obsessed with Maxson still being this traumatised boy that grew up all alone in the Citadel so here you go with some more insight into his thoughts and fears :) and some sweet funny misunderstanding with Paladin Danse because he's just adorable in his own way. This is not proof-read, finished it 10 minutes ago and decided to just post to not keep you waiting :)

Chapter 5 - Don't let me be misunderstood

After finally being able to leave his quarters, you swiftly changed into your uniform and made your way towards the kitchen, your hungry stomach growling. The tables appeared unusually empty for this time of the morning, with only Danse sitting there, enjoying a simple breakfast of toast and roasted meat. A sudden question popped up in your head, causing you to wonder about the personal lives of the other soldiers and what activities the Brotherhood allowed them to engage in outside of their duties. Reflecting on your pre-war military life, you recalled being granted quite a fair amount of freedom, including the ability to marry fellow soldiers and enjoy leisure time after completing your duties. However these were different times, with different rules in a strange world. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you approached the Paladin, trying to strike up a casual conversation.

"Hey Danse", you said with a sly smile, "you've brought me to the Brotherhood and I've been curious about a few things we never had a chance to discuss. Like for instance how do you unwind after a long day of battling wasteland creatures?"

Caught off guard by your question, Danse shifted uncomfortably. He was known for his unwavering dedication to the Brotherhood and delving into his personal life was a topic he seldom broached. He believed that he had already divulged more than enough about his past during your encounter at the police station. However, he sensed that you were genuinely attempting to fit in, and he had no qualms about sharing any information that could ease your transition into the Brotherhood.

"Well," he pondered, his face turning slightly red at your sudden focus on him, "I, uh, usually spend my free time focusing on my duties, training and maintaining my power armor."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his response, wondering if Danse even might be the right person for this discussion. The Paladin you got to know made you ask yourself more than once if he even knew the concept of a life outside the Brotherhood.

"No, no, Danse", you said, trying to explain the intend behind your question, "this is all too strict, too much of the soldier life. I meant, do you have any personal hobbies or interests? Something that helps you relax?"

"Oh, I understand. Well, I suppose I enjoy tinkering with my weapons and keeping them in top shape or upgrading them. It gives me a sense of fulfilment."

Impressed by his unwavering commitment, you decided to delve deeper and inquire about what you truly wanted to know. You had no idea where things with Maxson would lead, but given how that man ignited a mix of curiosity, desire and occasional frustration in you each time your paths crossed, you didn't want to rule out any potential outcomes, especially not the ones you secretly hoped for. The way he tugged at your heartstrings despite being entrenched in his stubborn beliefs and the crushing weight that came with the leadership of the Brotherhood, meant something to you. He was by far not the first interesting person you encountered since emerging from the vault but along with him came that feeling of a deep connection, an understanding you'd find with no one else.

"And what about love?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, "do you think the Brotherhood has any against, you know, sexual encounters or relationships with...uhm...fellow soldiers?"

Danse's eyes widened at your question. You caught him alone and discussed all those very personal topics. Thinking back at when he first met you, you were rarely quiet, constantly poking at him with remarks, statements or queries. There had to be more to this than he first thought.

"Uh, well, the Brotherhood focuses primarily on our mission to protect and serve. Personal relationships can complicate matters, so they are generally discouraged but not forbidden. We do in fact have a few soldiers and initiates dating each other", he stuttered, "but uhm if you were specifically asking about me, I truly appreciate the sentiment but I'm sworn to my duty and not available for any...uhm...romantic relations with you."

As you stood there, nervously shifting from foot to foot, you couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment. This was definitely not the way you had planned this conversation to go.

"Oh, no no no! I apologise for the misunderstanding, Danse. I was actually referring to someone els...within the Brotherho...you know what? I'm glad we cleared that up. I'm just going to leave now. Bye and thanks."

You hurried down the long corridor, hearing Danse bid his farewells before you sprinted up the stairs and finally got out of sight. It almost made you laugh as you realized that talking to the Elder felt like a walk in the park compared to any conversation with Danse. You headed towards the airport beneath the Prydwen, switching on the radio attached to your Pip-Boy as you geared up for the shooting training. As you made your way closer, the sound of gunfire echoed through the air unleashed a wave of excitement within you. The Brotherhood of Steel's training exercises were renowned for their rigour and you were determined to prove your skills, hoping Maxson would be there to watch, giving you another opportunity to spend more time with him under the cloak of duty.

Maxson made his way down to the airport, the weight of loneliness growing heavy on him, an all too familiar feeling. He needed someone to talk to, someone who'd listen, regadless whether they replied. Surveying his surroundings, he proceeded through a security door at the back of the main building. The dimly lit room emitted a faint aroma of oil as he approached the table. It was a whimsical, childish notion that led him here, but the instant he caught sight of it, a comforting sense of home enveloped him.

"Hello old friend", Maxson whispered tenderly, his hand resting upon the colossal robot head resting on the table.

He leapt onto the table, taking a seat beside the head, his legs dangling and swinging as he shut his eyes and drew in a deep breath. He felt the sadness of that little boy back in the Citadel who had no friends but was burdened with high expectations because of his name. He chuckled softly at thought that Rothchild wouldn't chase him away this time and if someone else were to stumble upon this place, he could simply claim to be inspecting the Brotherhood's most promising weapon. The perks of bring the Elder now instead of that little boy. He shook his head, scolding himself mentally for even being here, knowing all to well that he shouldn't try to make friends with a machine and yet, who else would listen to him without passing judgment? Perhaps you, but how could he discuss all of this with the person who started it all?

" I apologise for my absence and lack of visits all those years. It has been a challenging time for me, especially after losing Sarah. I didn't know what to do anymore, I was completely alone...", his voice trembled and tears formed in the corners of his eyes, " I trained, I fought and look at me now, Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, upholding the Maxson legacy and striving to protect the people." 

He couldn't hold the tears back anymore, all the weight of loneliness crushing him. He had managed to deceive everyone, including himself, until you entered his sacred space and saw through his facade from the moment you set foot on the Prydwen.

" But I feel alone, old friend, all the burden to bear yet never anyone to confide in, to share it with. But there is someone new in the Brotherhood, joined two days and you wouldn't believe how she's turning my life upside-down."

He chuckled, brushing away the tears from his face, the edges of his lips twitching into a joyful smile as he reminisced in the memories of last night.

"Believe me, if you could meet her you'd adore her too, she is everything I also thought I'd be when I grew up. Strong, kind and fearless in the face of true injustice. I envy her, she can be herself unburdened by the weight I have to carry...sometimes...I...I wish I could just leave, be someone else, be me but that was never my destiny, wasn't it? If you could you'd probably ask me what she means to me, well that is a difficult question. I hold great admiration her, I think there might even reside love deep in that broken heart of mine but I'm also afraid of her in a way. What if I disappoint her? What if I fail to meet her expectations? Given how persistent she was on tearing my defenses down, would she even care for expectations? Wouldn't she simply want the real me? But then again who exactly would that be?"

Arthur leapt from the table, pacing in circles before the head, his gaze fixed on the floor as he became lost in his thoughts. It eluded him how you'd even be able to like him, given how you disagreed with him on your first meeting. You remained a riddle, and the more he tried to unravel you, the more you seemed to fade into the mystery that defined you. A sigh escaped his lips; all his questioning and doubting amounted to nothing. He couldn't negotiate with the worries away that held his heart hostage; the only way out was to confront whatever lay ahead. He had to brace himself for whatever the next encounter with you had in store. His footsteps came to a halt in front of the table once more, his gaze shifting up to the visor of the robotic head. Gently, he placed a hand on it, tenderly tapping the cold metal.

"Thank you for listening my dear friend from days gone by."

He made his way towards the exit, his gaze lingering for one last moment.

"See you later, alligator", he chuckled with genuine joy.

As he flicked off the light and left the room, he knew he had to leave the little boy he missed so much behind, along with Liberty Prime as his friend, all for the sake of the Brotherhood. However, he also held onto a glimmer of hope that, with you, he'd found a new place he could finally find and cherish what that boy always longed for and it left him with a warmth he'd try to keep at any cost.

Chapter 6 - Dream a little dream

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