#paladin danse x sosu

[m-1-8]

it’s not fraternizing, anymore

[dykedvonte]

Preston x Danse is the only companion ship I think would actually work because Preston’s inner turmoil is sort of a loss of faith in himself due to the traumatic experiences he’s faced while Danse is looking for something to have faith in and would find the fact that despite the desire to give up Preston held out so long not just for the honor of the Minutemen but because he had some hope.

It would 100% start off as a lotta unhealthy on Danse’s side as I believe he completely lacks the emotional intelligence (due to a combination of factors) to recognize the he’s feelings as anything but a sort of respect for a superior along with leaning too much into Preston as a substitute for the BoS. Preston may not really have a title but he’s like THE Lieutenant of the Minutemen. Realistically he’s the only companion Danse would probably be comfortable taking instructions from especially for how trusted Preston is by the Sole Survivor and his adherence to military standards despite how unstructured the Minutemen are. It would be him waiting for orders, approval, anything from Preston and he thinks it’s just the desire to have the regiment of the BoS again but he also like when Preston compliments him on being useful or resourceful. He likes the stories of Minuteman glory days and he trades the stories of the BoS that don’t hurt to talk about. He likes the familiarity Preston would provide and he’d be oblivious that it’s not just new found loyalty to the Minutemen.

Yet Preston explains it himself that he’s not a natural leader. He’s not an instructor. He helps manage what the General has put in place and he content on doing that. He relays what needs to be done and does major upkeep but I don’t think he’d know what to do with this guy this literally marches up to him and practically begs for a mission that doesn’t exist. Like the formality and respect is nice but he can tell it’s covering something even if Danse doesn’t.

Danse could go to Sturges for the many repair and upkeep assignments he gives him and has the freedom to go straight to the Castle if he really wants a big mission, but he chooses to come to him everytime. He’s aware enough that Danse only trusts him out of all of the Generals confidantes but it would take a bit for him to understand why. If anything Danse should be strategizing with him as equals seeing as he almost got the Minuteme wiped out and Danse was a Paladin for the Brotherhood with many successes under his belt before Preston even led his first scouting mission. It’s like he sees him as some figure of hope, some one who can come in and add stability. Someone with a fresh outlook who can provide a new perspective for him.

It’s like he sees him like he saw/sees the Sole Survivor but that would be crazy because that would also mean… and then oh, it clicks.

The revelation is both flattering and he doesn’t know what to do with it cause how do you address “I know you respect me but is that the only feeling you have for me?” To the guy who like refuses to rest unless you tell him at ease? He has to reevaluate his whole manner of interaction with Danse cause this is a very slippery slope that he’s sliding down and it’s even more perilous due to Danse’s repressed emotions regarding… everything. There’s an equal chance Danse will try to open up as completely shut down and he’s not just concerned about it cause Sole Survivor cares for him but because he has grown to care for the guy too. It’s not like he doesn’t also enjoy Danse’s company and value as a Minuteman member. He’s not a love at first sight guy but he’s played with the idea, anyone would when you’ve spent nights trading stories, historical facts and beers by the fire in a little home you’ve carved for yourself through literal blood, sweat and tears.

I think it’s one of those cases where it’s agonizingly slow to the actual relationship but neither part are anguished about that. If anything happened to soon Danse would be too dependent and Preston not equipped to handle it. It’s a case where I genuinely think they’d bring out the best in each other cause theyd want to figure out what is best for the other and not just apply what they think is the best. It’s the care that Preston would ask Danse what he wants to do and encourage it and at the same time Danse would be incredulous everytime Preston second guesses himself.

Long story short it’s a good ship to me because it’s just two guys with broken confidences and faith in their roles being each other’s hype man and kissin a little about it.

[nooklingposting]

Sole: Hey... Do you wanna take things up to the bedroom?

Danse: Sure! ...What's up there?

Sole: By the way, did you bring protection?

Danse: WHY WHAT'S UP THERE?!?

[a-rogue-tiddy-bot]

Sosu wrote this about Paladin Danse. 🤖❤️

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

abshwvshsh imagine Paladin Danse with Baby Fever.

Got alittle drabble?

*I got like an idea where Paladin Danse and Alex(fallout oc) go on a mission and end up finding an orphan baby and as Alex is taking care of it, Paladin Danse is like 😍😍🤩🤩. So yea lol.*

(I totally deviated from the prompt but I was hoping this would be satisfactory as well? 😅 if not, I'm more than happy to write for the original prompt, just send me another ask)

Perhaps this feeling was simply a product of the desertion he felt after exile.

You were so very kind to him. You were there for him when he had hit the lowest point fathomable, when his life as he knew it was ripped away from him and left him with this deep melancholic emptiness. It took time, of course, but like always- you were patient with him, truly there for him.

If asked, Danse wouldn't know exactly how you did it, but piece after piece you managed to put back together what he once felt was broken beyond repair. Maybe it was the way you valiantly fought to reassure his life's value, maybe it was the long days you spent at his side so he may not feel lonesome, but most likely it was the love you professed that let him know that if someone as wonderful as you could have such profound feelings for something like him...then yes, maybe he was truly worth more than he believed.

Nonetheless, there were still some times that Danse would sit in your cozy little home, a far off look in his eyes as he thought deeply about something you just couldn't quite put your finger on. Once, you would've been able to just look at him and know what troubled him- a trait he didn't care for in the slightest- but lately...he wasn't quite as easy to read.

His identity would forever be something he struggled with no matter how much progress the two of you made, this you knew and understood, but whatever was on his mind as of recent didn't seem to have the same effect. For instance, these moments you'd catch him in..he wouldn't look nearly as tense, which may be a fruitless observation to note- but hey, every little detail meant something with Danse. In addition to this, the proud ex-paladin would usually seek your comfort if his mind raced to such dark places and now he would only sit in silence.

Instead you were left puzzled, watching the man you love sit and continue on with his mental strife- only moving every so often to fidget with the glistening metallic band on his left ring finger.

You never would've guessed that the reason he was so deep in though stemmed from the child sitting on your kitchen counter, eating one of Danse's prized snack cakes with Shaun. The child happened to be one of the settler's kids, a little girl around six years of age- so far too young to help out in the farm, and too young to leave unattended..so naturally, with you being the bleeding heart you are, you agreed to help out the girl's parents and watch her every so often while they worked. Besides, after your marriage to Danse..and Shaun coming home, there wasn't very much adventuring going on anymore. It wasn't a big deal though, Shaun rather liked having company (even if he preferred hanging out with Duncan more) and having a younger child around didn't bother you in the slightest.

Unbeknownst to you, watching the way you cared for the two children really struck a nerve within Danse. It was almost enchanting to watch you fuss after them, leading his mind to wander off to the most fantastical places.

"Okay, Shaun, do you think you can handle taking her back home? Her ma and pa should be finished working out in the field by now. I'll send Dogmeat with you." You spoke, receiving a rather exasperated expression from your little boy as he gracelessly slid off the counter, feet landing with a soft *thud*.

He proceeded to hold a hand out to his much shorter, younger friend to help her down. "No problem mom..." He all but grumbled as he began to lead her out the side door. A blur of brown and black fur at your feet let you know your faithful companion was at attention and ready to escort the two children- a happy bark followed by the closing of the door eased your mind shortly thereafter.

Had it been anywhere else, you probably wouldn't have let Shaun leave without you or Danse..but given that the girl's parents lived two doors down- you didn't really worry. However, you DID worry about the ex-paladin.

With a casual sigh, you sauntered your way into the living room- only a little surprised when you realized your entrance hadn't done much to catch his attention. Regardless, you pushed on and decided to sit right beside him- smiling just the slightest bit whenever his gaze finally shifted away from his wedding band and to you instead.

"Alright." You began, making no qualms about scotching closer over to him until he instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "What's eating at you?" You simply prodded, head resting on his chest.

Danse visibly stiffened, as though under the impression that his silence went unnoticed. He couldn't have been more wrong- he knew better than to think anything would get passed you. Even if it had, the thrumming of his synthetic heart against your ear surely gave him away.

Before he dignified your question with a response, he shifted around so that he could properly face you- still holding you yet able to move his head in such a way that he might be able to see the way you'd react completely to what his next words were going to be. And…maybe to get your attention away from the heavy beating in his chest.

That's really when you noticed it. The fleeting look in his eyes, the unsteadiness of his breath, the slight pink shade decorating his nose and cheeks..Danse was nervous.

"This..I apologize but this going to seem completely out of the blue.." He finally spoke, sighing as he closed his eyes just for a brief moment- trying to collect himself so that his nerves might not get the best of him. This is a matter that he had been wrestling with for some time now, the last thing he wanted was to get so anxious that he couldn't speak.

Alas, calming down seemed to only get harder for him. True, it had only been a few seconds since he spoke but the way you looked at him, so concerned and so..sweet, made time slow down and his damned heart incomprehensibly race.

"Whatever it is Danse, I've got you.." Great- now that concern he picked up on was lacing your voice as well.

Was it truly necessary for him to complicate things to such extremes? It's not like the topic was completely alien to either one of you..and damnit, you're the one person he felt he could speak his mind freely to..so why wasn't this any easier?

Then came the words you never, ever, ever, would've expected to hear from his mouth.

With his eyes soft, and his voice even more so, Danse spoke. "I know we have Shaun, and don't get me wrong- I truly do love the boy as a son, my son...but have you ever considered what having a child of our own would be like?" It was in that instant that Danse realized how abrupt his words may have came out, that tender gaze of his slowly retreating to look anywhere but you. "Forgive me, it's um..it's selfish of me to anticipate you being ready for such a thing, especially considering what we have both went through this past year.."

Unable to focus on much else but the drumming noise inside your head from the profound beat of your heart, your trembling hands grabbed at his and squeezed.

"You know..you have a bad habit of cutting me off before I can tell you what I think, sir." You laughed, trying to distract from the tears threatening to well up. Sure, it may have been a slight over reaction but..with Danse wanting a family..it was one hell of a step in a good direction. "What happened in the past..well, it should stay there. The two of us have something most people never get, we have the ability to start anew and leave our troubles behind us, Danse. So...god, I don't think much else would make me happier than having a baby with you.."

Once the ex-Paladin got over the initial shock of your words, he all but mauled you in a breath-stealing kiss- his arms wrapping tightly around you to the point of making the promise of breath a distant memory. Nonetheless, you couldn't help but enthusiastically kiss the man back...at least until-

"MOM! Gross!!" Shaun shrieked, having opened the door at quite possibly the least opportune time. Great.

Danse pulled back with a shameful blush on his face, averting his eyes from the young boy who was now fake gagging as he walked off to his room.

“Guess we oughta see if Mac is up for letting Shaun stay over with Duncan..hm? You know, just to get a head start..” to this, the ex-paladin’s adorable blush deepened tenfold.

Fantastic....or rather...outstanding.

[slothssassin]

If you want asks for the Couples Questions #1 and #3 for any OC/pair you like. If not, that's fine too! No pressure!

Thanks a lot for asking :)

I'm going to answer these for my Sole Survivor Nancy and Danse. Art by the wonderful @tarberrymentats ♥

1. What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

For Nancy: The first time she met Danse in Boston she already noticed he had a handsome face, however, they were a bit busy with dealing with ghouls so she didn't think much about it. Only when they started travelling together she had this "oh no he's hot" moment. They had had a hard fight trying to clear out an old police department from ghouls and decided to spend the night there. Of course, to go to sleep, Danse had to get out of his power armour and he took off his hood. When Nancy finally saw his trained body in the BoS jumpsuit plus his full black hair she definitely was like "Wow... hot".

For Danse: No actual "damn she's hot" moment. When he first met her he was more intrigued by her personality, even though he noticed she had a beautiful face. When they started to travel together he caught himself looking at her more often than he should and had to admit that he definitely found her attractive.

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

For Nancy: She noticed she had feelings for him quite early on, after they had travelled together for a while and he had started to open up, to show his true self and that he was indeed questioning the orders of the Brotherhood, even though he was such a loyal soldier. The actual "I think I love him" moment came later though, after Blind Betrayal, during a quiet evening they spent with their friends around a campfire, sharing a drink. He was having a deep conversation with Nick, apologising for his behaviour maybe, and actually laughed about something Valentine said. It warmed Nancy's heart to see him smile after all he had been through and showed her that her feelings were definitely more serious than she had imagined.

For Danse: The first time Nancy took him to Sanctuary, Preston came running towards them. There was a problem with one of the water pipes they weren't able to fix since other things had been too urgent. Nancy just sat down all afternoon, fixed the pipe with patience. When she was done, Hancock and Deacon came around and started joking, Hancock taking a hose and spraying Deacon with water. Nancy sat there, bursting out in laughter about them and Danse caught himself just staring, admiring her for the fact that, even in the harsh Wasteland, she was both able to lead and to work but also to just enjoy the pretty and fun things in life.

[nautseverywhere]

And one of my Christian.

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

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

[slothssassin-art]

Beach Episode Season 3 run by the wonderful @charomiami ♥

Last year Cil and Em got to go to the beach so this time it’s Nancy’s and Danse’s turn :)

[synth-addict]

*Immature giggling*

[atomic-lexa]

All The Same

(Hancock/Sole Survivor) Prompt #1: “Do you want me to leave?”

There was a stillness in the air that made their muscles heavy, to the point where move them seemed a daunting task. Their knees were pulled to their chest like a one-man embrace. Sole felt they were sinking into the wood planks of the Old State House, splinters and all. Drowning beneath the floor boards and far too apathetic to swim to the surface.

A dream, a nightmare only because it hurt too much to recall. Dips of skin on their spouse’s back, where they’d traced their fingers in the witching hours of the morning because they’d finally gotten Shaun to go to sleep, and they’d worked so hard to do it. And Shaun, chubby and toothless, such a bad temper in such a small package, but worth every hour of the night spent awake. Wars fought on a domestic battlefield, those days. Gone to the ravaging of time, and packed in ice somewhere far beneath the irradiated soil.

The pull of the door, creaking as it swung open, drew their eyes from the dusty floor to Hancock, who was standing in its frame. The reflection of the lantern on the coffee table caught in his darks eyes for a moment looked like a candle’s flame. Sole couldn’t choke out a greeting, so they just met his gaze. They could hear the sound of his boots echo off the wide walls of the State House, resonating in the crumbling bricks. He knelt next to them, and the scent of burning alcohol enwreathed them. But his sobriety revealed itself in the adeptness by which his scarred hand moved to their cheek. They closed their eyes and leaned into the calloused touch. ��It’s late, darlin’.” He said in a voice so low, only the last word shook free of raspiness. “I know.” They replied, almost apologetically. His gaze moved to the Pip-Boy beside them, atop it lay a holotape with Hi, Honey! scrawled on it in sharpie.

There was something knowing to his movements as he pulled back, away from them and their memories, brief reminiscings of a world by which they were tied, and he did not belong. The bombs were not supposed to fall that day. Sole was not supposed to have lost all that they knew, and he was not supposed to exist. They deserved to keep those memories for themself; God knows this acquisitive world wanted everything else. “Do you want me to leave?” He asked. Peace in solitude, and all that. Sole looked up at him, eyes gaunt and storied exhaustion resting on their complexion. For what stories lay behind those tired eyes, John could listen to every one without tire.

“No. Stay.” They replied. The magnetism of a warm body near theirs was an oasis in the wasteland. “Please stay.” “Sure thing, sunshine.” Hancock said, moving to their side, legs outstretched, and arm tucked beneath theirs. Everything had changed, certainly, warped and distorted, like a parallel universe where life before echoed in the still-settling dust of the mushroom cloud that swept it all aside. But the solidarity expressed to them by Hancock, despite it all, stood to remind them that humanity was humanity all the same.

Did somebody order some comfort?

[m-1-8]

r e v e r e n c e in my chest is a heart that beats for you

[caladran]

Blaze and Danse <3 but they always make up! <3

[the-redlion]

My first thought was:

OMG IS DANSE MY SEX BOT?! 😝😏

My second thought was:

Imagining SoSu continuously singing “Sexbomb” by Tom Jones but changing “bomb” to “bot” and “she” to “he” just for Danse. It of course annoys the hell out of him, but he secretly adores SoSu for it anyway. 😁

And that’s what you missed on 🎵GLEE🎵 2/2

[nooklingposting]

Sleep

Quick drawing of Danse and Julie falling asleep. Might develop this and colour it in a few days, who knows

[falloutfangrell]

In that case (if nsfw is alright with you) can you write some fluffy smut for (pre or post blind betrayal- whichever is easiest) paladin danse x f!SoSu where she’s comforting him ( maybe a ptsd episode or just something along those lines if it’s not too much) thank you so much!!

Sole and Danse were on their way back to Sanctuary from clearing a building of synths when the yellow tinted clouds began to form overhead.

“Damn it, we’re going to have to stop for the night” Sole said, taking a moment to look at the map on her pip boy for somewhere close.

Before Danse could even work out a reply, the irradiated rain began to fall, soaking them within seconds.

“Crap, come on, in here” Sole shouted, voice muffled by the roaring of the storm, as she pointed towards an old cargo truck. Thankful that he wasn’t currently in a full suit of power armour that would take up too much space in the small truck, Danse hurriedly followed Soles movements, lifting the shutter and clambering into the back of the truck after her.

A few moments passed while their eyes adjusted and Sole dug around in her rucksack for something. Danse could vaguely make out her white buttoned shirt clinging to her gorgeous form from being saturated. Damnit he wished his mind didn’t wander to the gutter so much around her. “Ah ha” She held up a small candle and flip lighter. The rain began to ease slightly, just enough so the hammering on the tin roof wasn’t as deafening, and they could talk at a comfortable level. Not that they’d be doing much talking. Danse had barely said a word since everything happened, unsure on how to move forward.

“Hey, you alright? Here.” She said, breaking his train of thought as she tossed him a rad away and began injecting her own. Danse sighed and set down his pack, then his sleeping bag to sit on, and finally got comfortable and administered his own rad away. Silence fell between them, tension so thick in the air you’d be able to cut it with a knife.

“Danse..” Sole began. He looked up at her, knowing what conversation was coming, his eyes full of what could only be described as shame.

“Please, Sole, I just...” he stopped, putting his head in his hands, building up the courage to say everything that’s been gnawing at him for days. “I don’t know what I am anymore, I’m the very thing I swore to destroy, and yet you won’t let me do that. I’ve lost my home, my family, everything..and I don’t even know if it was mine to lose, or just something programmed into my life, written out on a piece of paper for me. I don’t know anymore.” He avoided her gaze like it would burn him.

“It doesn’t matter who, or what you are, you’re still Danse, and no matter what, you’ll always have me by your side, I don’t care what you are, because I know who you are.” She said in the gentlest way possible, and he felt tears brimming in his eyes.

“But what if I hurt you Sole?! I could never live with myself! I don’t know what I’m capable of, I don’t know what I am for gods sake!” He fought back the wobble that over took his voice, trying to hard not to break this character he’d spent so long hiding behind.

“You are you.” She replied, so matter of fact about it. “You have your own ways, your own personality..your own feelings” she looked away for a moment, almost blushing slightly.

“But how do I know they’re mine and not just generated for me?” He said, in such a cold tone Sole winced ever so slightly.

“Because computers can’t love” she said, looking him directly in the eyes.

Before she even knew what was happening, Danse had pulled her close to him by her shirt collar, into a kiss, a strong yet so gentle kiss, putting all his emotions into every movement. She was in such shock, unsure on what was happening.

When they broke apart, both were blushing like mad. Danse cupped Soles cheek and looked her in the eyes. “To feel something so strong for someone...this is mine. This is mine.” He said assuring himself, tears running down his cheeks, as he pulled her into another kiss. Now that she was in less shock, she kissed back, making sure to get across to him that she definitely felt the same way.

Sole moved closer to him and he lifted her and put her on his lap so she was straddling him, they both flushed a bright crimson as they continued to deepen their kiss. Sole ground her hips testing him, and was pleased when she received a slight moan back in response.

Danse untangled his hand from her hair and began running it up the back of her shirt, smoothing both hands up and down her curves, taking in every warm patch of skin his palms were met with.

Sole pulled away from him slightly before looking him in the eyes, a serious tone on her face. “Danse, do you want this? I don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re so down, you mean more to me than that.” She said, worryingly.

“Sole..I’ve wanted this for so long. All the times you fought with me for the brotherhood, the days and nights we spent travelling and getting to know each other, when everything went to shit you chose me over the entire brotherhood and even risked your life to save mine... yes, I’m sure.”

Their lips were tangled together again in an instant, Danse reaching under Soles shirt to unclasp her bra, why she insisted on wearing a bra in the wasteland was beyond him. She smiled into the kiss and reached round to assist him, and once the bra fell loose, Danse undid her buttons and rolled her tight wet shirt down her shoulders. Danse stopped to admire her breasts for a moment, hungrily taking in her beauty.

Sole frantically began unzipping his flight suit and rolling the top half off of his body to reveal his undershirt, clinging oh so tightly to his chiselled torso. He chuckled slightly, almost nervously, helping her lift his shirt up over his head. His muscles were prominent, his chest covered in dark wiry hairs. She felt herself grow wetter at the slight, they began a deep kiss again. Danse slowly lifted Sole up off of his lap and down onto her sleeping bag. He slid his finger down her waste line, tugging slightly and looking at her. “Is this okay?” He asked, breathless but still concerned. She nodded quickly and began helping him tug her tight jeans down, her impatience causing him to smile and stifle a chuckle. He removed her jeans and her laced panties and sat up for a moment to admire her laying there looking up at him, longingly.

Her hair was a perfect mess, sprawled out delicately around her head, her breasts were the perfect size for her body, so perky and soft, her curves so alluring. She covered herself, suddenly feeling very shy and vulnerable but he quickly pulled her hands away. “You’re beautiful, beyond beautiful.” He said as he spread her legs and proceeded to lick her pussy, causing her to whimper. “You taste amazing” he muttered. He moved up to lick her sensitive clit, using one hand to play with her breasts and the other to finger her, causing her to clench the sleeping bag below her with all her might, moaning and cursing uncontrollably. It felt so good, the last person she had been with was Nate and that was so very long ago now. And this was Danse, the man she’d dreamt of being with for many months now. It was all too much, she was getting so close when he suddenly pulled away, causing her to whimper and thrust into the air desperately.

“Now now” Danse said wiping his face, his tone suddenly very seductive, a side of him she’d never seen before but definitely wanted to see more of. Danse pulled off the rest of his flight suit, leaving him in just his boxers which seemed far too tight right now. He slowly took them off, exposing his rather large member, causing Sole to get even wetter somehow. He was definitely bigger than Nate, she was almost nervous.

Danse positioned himself over her, arms by her sides, he looked into her eyes with such a caring gaze, making sure it was okay to continue, before slowly sliding his member into her, causing them both to hiss in pleasure, it had been a really long time for him too.

He stayed still for a moment, not knowing if Sole was ready yet or not until she thrust against him, “please, Danse..” she begged, making him twitch inside her. He began a steady but fast pace, causing them to both moan in pleasure. Danse lent into Sole for a heated kiss, their warm bodies melting into one, like two matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

The heat was too much, having Danse so close, it felt so good. “Danse I’m..getting close.” Sole gasped between thrusts. “I am too..shit.” Danse thrust hard and Sole practically screamed in pleasure, digging her nails into his back as he hit a spot she never knew she had. Danse focused on that area, her moans making it almost too much for him. He felt her get tighter around him and he knew she wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would he.

“Danse I’m cumming!” She screamed as she clenched around him, soaking him in her warmth, writhing in pure ecstasy. “Shit, Sole..” he said, gritting his teeth as he reached his own mind shattering orgasm inside her. He thrust a few more times before pulling out of her and collapsing on top of her, making sure not to crush her under his weight. They lay like that for a few moments before Danse rolled onto his side on her sleeping bag and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Danse..No matter what happens, I’m here, and I’m yours, whatever you are, you’ve always got me...I love you” Sole buried her head into his chest, hiding the furious blush that spread across her face. “I love you too, Sole, no matter what happens, that’s one thing I know for sure is real.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms listening to the rain on the tin roof above.

(I’m sorry if this was trash, this is my first ever fanfic, and my first request so thank you! I hope this isn’t too awful and I apologise for grammar mistakes. At least I tried lol. Also I wanted to do that thing where it says “continue reading below the line” or something because this is super long but I couldn’t figure out how so if anyone knows that would be awesome please.)

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

“From Past to Present” (Paladin Danse x F! SoSu)

Early mornings were always a part of your routine with Danse.

As your sponsor, he'd wake you up early to train. As your companion, he'd wake up and condone perimeter checks, failing to allow you to peacefully sleep. Even now, with many years put behind the two of you, Danse never could quite cease of rising early- no matter how hard you tried to break him of it after "marriage".

However, it wasn't necessarily always a bad thing. For instance, Shaun was a habitual early bird. As such, your former Paladin was excited to entertain his newly adopted son as you slept. Even more so, Danse's tendencies came especially in handy after your newest addition to your small family was born.

Never had you had to instill "taking turns". Fortunately, Danse was more than happy to wake up with the baby, even insisting that you get your rest. Come to think of it, him doing so made his perpetual "morning person" attitude just the slightest bit less annoying. Slightly.

Nonetheless, there were still mornings where waking up early wasn't such a bad thing. As a matter of fact..if one were to refrain from looking outside the window- it would almost seem as though the war..the fallout itself had never happened.

Mornings such as these...

Upon waking up, the empty spot of disheveled sheets at your side brought a faint grin to your face. Danse was ever the predictable one, wasn't he? Of course.

That wasn't a bad thing.

With a less than graceful roll, you tumbled out of your bed and made your way to the living room just a few feet from your doorway- the chill of the wooded floor on your bare feet waking you up more with each step.

The closer you drew to your destination, a familiar and now very rare scent of coffee filled your nose. Codsworth sure was a doll for fixing up that old pitcher- all you had to was get Danse to fix a hot plate and somehow steal some grounds from the closest vault and bam! coffee. As sweet as the promise of coffee was, all desires for it temporarily went away whenever you finally came upon the living room.

It was simple, nothing huge..but it was a home that Danse, you, and a few gracious settlers built. Sure, it wasn't anything like the Prydwen or like the old Sanctuary Hills..but it was home, damnit. This isn't to say it wasn't nice though- after all..it was quite rare to be able to call a place without holes in the wall home.

Right away you saw Shaun sprawled out on the carpet, laying on his stomach and intently thumbing through a new stack of comic books X6 undoubtedly gave him. Figures, he was too invested in the books..poor boy had a plate of breakfast laying untouched about a foot away from him- and judging by the burnt char on the food..it was Danse's handiwork.

No wonder Shaun didn't eat.

Speaking of Danse, he was sitting leaned back on the couch, his back to you and your baby held up above his head. With a soft chuckle good enough to warm your heart, Danse started to poorly imitate the sounds of a vertibird as he gently swayed your baby side to side- causing the little one to giggle almost to the point of being breathless.

For a moment you couldn't help but just stare. After everything that happened, this was the happy ending you never dreamed could be possible. Each little detail was almost ethereal, be it the way the sun filtered in and fell upon Shaun's ridiculously concentrated face or the way the ring on Danse's finger glistened each time his hand moved. It all just felt so..right.

"Mom!" Shaun's voice called, pulling you from your daydream right about as he started scrambling to his feet. "G'momring!" He happily chirped, running over to you to wrap his little arms around your hips in an embrace.

"Good morning, sweetheart.." was your response, carefully moving his hair out of his eyes whenever he finally let you go. He only gave you a disapproving huff and shook his head, turning on his heels to eagerly return back to his books.

Walking your way around the couch, you were instantly met with Danse's adoring gaze. It was almost silly to think that once you regarded his look as cold and unfeeling, for now all you could see was true happiness.

"You're up early." He finally greeted, carefully bringing your baby down into his arms to cradle. "I think this one takes after their father more."

With a pretend scoff, you took your place right beside him. Resting your head upon his shoulder, you held your finger out to your baby, simply looking down upon them with wonder. Honestly? Danse was right. They were no more than a couple months old and already seemed to have similar traits to their dad.

Hell, you were waiting for the day they'd crawl to the garage and ogle his power armour.

Hopefully that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

While that was perhaps a silly musing, the similarities didn't exactly end there. The babe looked so much like their dad, it was almost funny- dark hair and pretty amber puppy dog-like eyes.

"Oh yeah? I think so too. They definitely favor you.." You softly responded, finding yourself in a dreamy haze. "They sure are beautiful.."

"Would it be too cliché for me to say just like their mother?" The ex-Paladin looked over at you, a certain glimmer of pride like none you've ever seen in his eyes. "Even if it is, it's true. We've truly made something wonderful..." He muttered, carefully moving your child into your arms.

"Oh, by the way..I made sure to make enough food for us too. It should still be decently warm." He announced, perking up the slightest bit as he stretched- obviously having been holding your babe for a while. With each joint came a subtle crack, causing him to sort of roll his eyes- had you not already made the joke a thousand times, you would've chided him about getting "old"- and he knew it, without you even having to say a single word.

Having kids and getting married was a different way of life compared to the routines of a disciplined soldier- but Danse handled it well enough, especially considering the events that led to his exile. Nonetheless, the man still seemed to age a couple years after countless nights of being woken up by the baby and Shaun.

Oh well, it wasn't like he was super exuberant before anyways.

"Also, after we eat, I was thinking..how would you like to go down to the old park? It's been a while since we've went out. Perhaps we can see if Macready is alright with setting up a play date with Duncan and Shaun.."

For whatever reason, your stomach dropped...

"Dad! You promised you'd show me how to modify righteous authority's beam focuser!" Shaun interjected, but you could no longer focus- each word swimming in your ears as the earth as you knew seemed to fade from existence.

"Hm? Oh, correct...nothing ever gets passed you, does it?" Danse chuckled, unaware of what was currently happening.

Clutching your babe close to your chest, you tried to take a steadying breath. Why was this happening? Danse propositioning going to the park shouldn't rouse such a response...what...what were you forgetting?

"Mom..mom are you alright?"