Ficlet about Fawkes tucking the lone wanderer into bed 🥺? I feel like Fawkes would be a good father figure to Lone after losing their father and I would love to see some of that parent/child relationship
The old cot had never looked so inviting as it did when Lone stumbled back into the camp, their eyes heavy and their feet gently guided by the super mutant that they were honored to call their friend.
“Just a little further,” Fawkes assured. Lone only hummed in response, their eyes already growing heavy with the very thought of finally getting to lay their head down on the make-shift pillow.
“I really appreciate you, you know.”
“And I appreciate you, my friend.”
“I’m glad,” Lone said on a yawn, moaning softly as they found themselves being guided into sitting on the edge of the cot, not even bothered by the thick, hard wood poles that held it taut on the sides. “I’m glad that we met.”
“Not as grateful as I am, I’m sure,” Fawkes replied with a soft chuckle. “Now please, lay back.”
“Hmm. My boots.”
“I will remove them for you.”
Lone hummed again as they did as instructed, feeling sleep already starting to wash over them in waves. It didn’t take over quite yet, especially as they felt their boots being yanked off their feet, but it was getting close.
“Hey, Fawkes?”
“Yes, my friend?”
“Can you stay in here with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks.”
“Of course, my friend.”
Lone sighed and turned onto their side, their eyes heavy but still opened as they watched their friend settle down onto the ground nearby, his broad face thoughtful as he looked towards the much smaller human near him.
“It’s hard being alone, isn’t it?” Fawkes asked. Lone, unable to find their voice, nodded. “I am glad that you know you can ask me to stay.”
“I’m glad, too,” Lone answered, their voice sounding filled with sleep even to their own ears. As the seconds ticked past, their eyes grew heavier, and eventually they closed and their mind started to drift.
“A blanket,” Fawkes said thoughtfully and mostly to himself after a moment. Lone just raised their brows and listened. There was some shuffling, then some more soft and unintelligible whispers. And finally, something laid out onto them.
A blanket, they realized as they felt the fabric being tucked around them. That’s what he meant by that.
And once more, Lone felt their mind start to drift as sleep began to take over. Yet before they could dream, they heard Fawkes say just one last thing.
“Good night, my friend. And may your dreams be filled with the smiling faces of your friends, as I know mine are filled with yours.”
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idk I saw other fandoms doing this so I wanted to make a fallout version
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reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved
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Savoy absolutely loves fuzzy socks. Dixie found them from a trader family she killed and brought them back to mock them. Savoy may or may not have fell in love with them.
Needless to say Dixie couldn't find them a couple days later.
It's his dirty little secret.
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I was today years old when I learned I could drag the post icon and it would make a colorful conga line.
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I legit think Tumblr should just be removed from the ios store so we can get titty n cock back. It's a sacrifice that I'm willing to make
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