#when i write gage's part ill probably just reblog it

[nuka-colacherry]

Romanced danse and/or gage react to finding pre-war pin up style pictures of f! Sosu in her belongings or something?

Sorry I couldnt include Gage in this. I'm going through a major writers block rn and I couldnt think of what to write for him. I just wanna get something out. I'll try to add him later though ❤ thanks for the request!

Danse

• It had been a long week for Sole and Danse. They had been traveling throughout the Commonwealth nonstop, and finally decided to stop and rest in Diamond City for a bit. After checking in at the Dugout Inn, Sole left to go catch up with her friends. Danse decided to stay behind and preform maintenance on his armor.

• He really hadn't meant for it to happen. Sole had thrown her bag on top of his and he had to move it. But as soon as he picked up the bag, a small piece of paper fell out of it.

• Danse picked it up to put it back in her bag but the colorful image caught his eye. He turned the small image to look at it and... was that Sole? With a frown, he stepped into the light to examine the picture more closely.

• Danse's frown deepened as he gently traced over the picture with his finger. A weird mixture of nostalgia and sadness crashed over him. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Sole had come from a long bygone era and had probably been a different person before she stepped out of that vault.

• He was pretty sure the picture was actually a drawing of Sole, it was still very obviously his Sole. She was healthier and had less scars dotting her skin. A wide smile painted her lips, and she had a radiant glow that had faded because of her time in the Wasteland. She was still stunning, but the Sole he knew seemed so different from the girl in the picture.

• If someone had told him that this women would become a force that would change the Commonwealth forever, he'd struggle to believe it.

• After looking at the photo for a few more seconds, Danse carefully slid it back into Sole's bag. He gathered his supplies and started caring for his power armor, wondering what his life could have been like if he was born before the bombs fell.

[cottonpadenthusiast]

Love Can Tell A Million Stories - Part 9

We have finally arrived at the end of this series whoop whoop! I have loved writing this and I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I loved creating it. I want to thank everyone who liked or reblogged every chapter. I see you and I appreciate your support so much. Thanks again and enjoy! xx

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Harry stood in Ron’s dressing room, helping the other man get into costume. The backstage was alive with nerves and excitement, people scurrying around, searching for costumes and asking for makeup touch-ups. Harry too felt the anticipation, but not only due to the oncoming performance. His mind kept wandering to tonight, after the show, when he finally would be able to tell Draco his feelings for him. All day his mind had been whirring with possibilities, coming up with every situation, every outcome, until Harry couldn’t bear it and had come to Ron for a distraction.

“Nervous, Ron?” Harry asked, adjusting Ron’s mike.

“I’m shitting myself, mate. I honestly feel like I will poop in my pants.”

Harry laughed at Ron’s sickly pale face. “You’re gonna be amazing. I know it. But it may slightly scar the audience if you do shit in front of them.” Ron smiled weakly in response.

Harry was about to comment on Ron’s dog, Padfoot, to distract him, when Remus came skidding into the room, his hair falling into the amber eyes and face displaying complete and utter panic.

“Oh my god, Harry. Thank fuck. We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Jake is sick. He’s been throwing up all afternoon. You need to play Marvin.”

Harry’s stomach dropped. “What?”

“You are playing Marvin. Come on, you need to change right now. Fuck. Hurry, hurry,” Remus urged, grabbing Harry by the wrist and dragging him by the wrist out of the room. Harry quickly shook himself from the shock and began sprinting along with Remus to another dressing room. He had little time to be nervous before Sirius was attacking him with makeup brushes while he pulled on trousers.

“It’s going to be fine, Harry. You know all the lines and the actions. Remember to step to your left, not your right in “I Never Wanted to Love You”. And do not forget that there is a crescendo at the beginning of “Falsettoland”,” Remus ordered, talking more to himself than anyone else. Harry nodded numbly, trying to remember everything Remus was saying. As soon as he was changed into costume, Sirius clapped him on the back.

“You will be amazing, dear. We are so proud,” Sirius said sincerely, before kissing Harry lightly forehead.

“Yes, Harry. We both love you very much,” Remus added, coming out of his rant. He smiled at Harry. “Well...  break a leg!”

Harry was stood backstage, the mumblings of the crowd travelling through the curtain. He jiggled his hands, breathing out, as his nerves threatened to get the better of him. The debut performance of “Falsettos” was to begin within a matter of minutes, and Harry had never felt less prepared. He turned when he heard footsteps drawing near to see Draco walking towards him. The nerves calmed slightly, Draco’s presence surprisingly soothing Harry.

He smiled. “I’m guessing you’ve heard that I’m playing Marvin tonight. Jake’s sick,” he whispered when Draco was close enough. Harry’s heart fluttered when he realised that his new role would involve kissing Draco. A lot. Harry had never been sadistic, but he felt a slight bit of joy that Jake had ended up being ill.

“Yes. I’ve heard,” Draco said. His tone of voice made Harry’s chest squeeze. He seemed… disappointed. Not only that but angry. I thought he felt the same, Harry thought, confused and hurt.

“Are you annoyed, Draco?” Harry asked.

Draco turned his head away from Harry. “No,” he replied sourly. 

“Draco… did I do something? You seem angry at me.”

“No, Potter,” Draco spat. Harry felt like he had been punched in the gut. What had he done?

Harry grabbed Draco’s arm. “Please, Draco,” he begged. He was desperate now. Maybe Draco had never liked him. Maybe this was all a big joke. Was everyone going to jump out and say “Surprise, Harry! We made you think someone actually liked you”?

Draco dragged his eyes to Harry’s and Harry noticed the hurt and fear within them. “It’s just… Are you going out with Luna?”

Harry dropped Draco’s arm. “What? No. Why would you think that?”

“ONE MINUTE UNTIL CURTAINS OPEN!” a voice came from nearby.

Draco turned so his full body was facing Harry. “I saw you kiss her yesterday. At the back of the theatre,” Draco said slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You seemed really… close.”

“THIRTY SECONDS”

“Oh. That was just a platonic kiss. Totally platonic. I have no feelings for Luna whatsoever. She’s dating Ginny anyway,” Harry explained, hoping Draco would understand, praying Draco would understand.

“TWENTY SECONDS”

Draco’s face relaxed with understanding, a small smile of happiness he tried to hide, displayed clearly. “Oh.”

“TEN SECONDS”

“Actually, I like someone else,” Harry whispered.

Draco swallowed, worry and hope flashing in his shining grey eyes. “Who?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

“FIVE SECONDS”

Green eyes met grey ones and Harry could swear the world stopped around them. “You.”

Light flooded onto the stage as the curtains opened and music filled the theatre. Harry wondered how everything could change so suddenly, as he stepped into the blinding light, Draco close behind. He had little time to gage Draco’s reaction before they began singing “Four Jews in a Room Bitching”, Ron and Teddy on the opposite end of the stage. Harry tried to focus on the words, but all he could think about was Draco. What if Draco was still angry? What if he made a huge mistake? But as Harry faced Draco, a fake smile on his face as he sang, Draco winked, and Harry’s mind stopped whirring and hope beamed brighter in his chest than it ever had before.

The rest of the Act One went not only smoothly, but perfect. Harry had remembered all his words and even added his own twist onto his performance. When it had come to the kiss, Harry’s heart had stopped, but as soon as Draco’s lips met his, bolts of electricity shot through Harry and he buzzed with happiness. He had been slightly worried that they wouldn’t be able to break apart, too starved of each other to remember who they are and where they were, but Draco took control and pulled away, a knowing smile on his face.

Harry stood still as the curtains closed to the applause of the audience. Teddy stood beside him, and as soon as the lights went out, Harry hugged the smaller boy.

“You were brilliant, mate,” he said proudly, ruffling Teddy’s hair.

“Thanks, Harry,” Teddy replied, blushing and a proud smile on his face.

A tap on Harry’s shoulder caused him to spin around. Before he could even look at the person, lips came crashing against his own, strong arms winding around Harry’s waist. Harry melted into the kiss, as Draco raked a hand through the dark curls. Harry cupped Draco’s cheeks, kissing him the way he had always wanted, trying to convey his feelings through his lips. Draco pulled away too soon, panting as the two finally registered the cheers of their friends.

“I like you too, Harry James Potter,” Draco said smiling, finally replying to Harry’s earlier declaration while brushing Harry’s hair from his face. Harry’s eyes glazed, as complete happiness spread inside him. Why was he all of a sudden so emotional? He usually only cried at puppies and Queer Eye.

“Oh, don’t start crying. Save those tears for your performance. Anyway, you’re meant to be happy because you’re with me now,” Draco murmured wiping at Harry’s tears. Harry laughed.

“Harry Potter, if you dare mess up your makeup, I will personally sue you for wasting my time,” Sirius shouted. Harry turned to face him, to see he was leaning against Remus, huge smiles on both their faces.

Harry grinned. “Sorry.”

“Ok, can we please stop with this couple PDA? I’m feeling more alone than ever,” Zayan announced, despite the small smile on his face.

Harry turned to Draco again. “We should probably get changed.”

“Yes, we should.”

Harry kissed Draco on the forehead. “I’ll race you,” he said, before running towards the dressing rooms.

“Hey, you got a head start,” Draco complained before Harry heard his footsteps close behind. Both were laughing hysterically against each other before they had even got into their dressing rooms, smiles wide and hearts full.

Harry stood, waiting for Draco at the back door. The show had ended perfectly. Harry had bowed to a standing ovation while holding Draco’s hand, which still caused his stomach to flip. Remus and Sirius had been over the moon, as displayed by the fact they were now making out in the car. Harry was trying to postpone interrupting them for as long as possible. That was a sight he definitely didn’t want to see.

The heavy door creaked open and Draco walked out into the cold night. “Hi,” he said softly, a certain shyness in his voice.

Harry reached for the pale hand. “Hey.”

They walked in silence across the empty car park to Draco’s car, the stars shining brightly over them and their breathes visible in the night air. As they reached the car, Harry stopped under a street light.

“Draco, I need to tell you something.” Harry breathed deeply, gathering all the courage he had. “I don’t like you.” Draco’s face fell, pain displayed across his sharp features and Harry immediately regretted all his life decisions.

“I didn’t mean that. Oh god. Sorry. I meant to say that I’m-that I umm… I-I actually love you, Draco. Not like. Love” Harry blurted. When Draco didn’t reply, he continued. “It’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same. I don’t expect you to say it back or anything. I just thought you should know. Please don’t get scared off. I’m sorry. I’ve ruined-” Harry was cut off by Draco’s lips. Draco kissed him softly, cupping Harry’s face gently before pulling away.

“If you had given me time to reply, I would have been able to tell you that I love you too.” Draco smiled as Harry’s face broke into a grin. Harry felt like he would burst with happiness.

“Oh, sorry,” he replied sheepishly. Draco rolled his eyes and Harry wondered how someone could look so beautiful.

The two gazed at each other, neither wanting to end the moment and leave the other’s company. Not when everything had just begun. But eventually, Draco spoke.

“I better go, Harry. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Draco said, before kissing Harry again. And again. And again.

By the time Harry dragged his lips from Draco’s neck, both were panting and Harry was pretty sure Sirius and Remus would be asleep in the car.

“Bye,” Harry whispered, watching as Draco’s silhouette walked to the car and drove away.

Harry stood under the orange light of the street lamp alone, yet feeling more loved than ever before. Harry’s family had gained one more member, someone who Harry was pretty sure would be there for him for a long time. With these people he had accumulated throughout his life, Harry knew that he would always be loved and, in return, love them. Above all Harry had learned that love can tell a million stories, and his had only just begun