#Danse needs to wear sunglasses more often

[slocumjoe]

Companions react to the Scorched Plague

Ada; Sent on supply and scavenging runs, gets what's needed and takes it where it needs to go. When she's not doing that, joins hunting parties and gets deep in the fray. She can't get infected—the squishy humans can. Ada is joined by Codsworth pretty frequently. At the end of it, keeps a Scorched Beast tooth in her home (whatever it may be) as a souvenir.

Cait; One of the first to join the Scorched Beast hunting parties. She recognizes a 'all hands on deck' situation when she sees it. And when the usual monsters of the waste give way to crystallized husks, working as one mind hell-bent on destruction? Fuck it. If it takes her out, she'll have taken out far more. Danse gives her a sweet suit of Power Armor and she wears out the knuckle joints a lot. Why shoot when you can punch, right?

Curie; You can't pull her away from her labs, her medical bays. Curie works herself to the bone and then some, trying to find a cure, a prevention, anything. She still ends up having to restock her ammo, when her patients or test subjects succumb and have to be put down. It's the hardest thing Curie has ever gone through. She doesn't come out the same person.

Codsworth; Bounces many different jobs. Ferries supplies, tends to the wounded and sick, feeds the civilians...he's a nervous wreck, but determined. He's often sent into infection hotzones with other robots, who can't get infected. Ada and him make a good duo, together. If only the decontamination process didn't rust him so badly...

Danse; On the outside, he's in Paladin mode. Barking orders, leading hunting parties, rarely does Danse stop firing at something. But internally, holy shit, this man is terrified. The Brotherhood is familiar with this plague, but if they couldn't stop it before, how could they now? He's the first to give an inspirational, do-or-die speech, and the last person to believe it. Makes Power Armor for anyone who'll join the cause. Ends up really bonding with Cait and X6-88 over the duration of the epidemic.

Deacon; keeps an eye on the wandering packs, the trails he finds of the Beasts, and points the hunting parties at them. The Railroad, for once, joins the fray. Instead of moving just synths, they move everyone into safe areas. He's not as nervous as other people; he can't be. Panic isn't going to keep people safe. Deacon stops cutting and dying his hair, pretending to be someone else. Staring at the Scorched, watching their individuality melt away into one mindless, all-thinking husk...you learn to value who you are. Even if you don't always like yourself, at least you are yourself.

Dogmeat; is trained to sniff out the plague, both in people yet to be taken over, and the hordes of Scorched. Dogmeat gets passed around to whoever needs his nose—Deacon takes him for tracking the Beasts, Curie has him find infected, Preston has him herd the Scorched into a nice, easy place for Artillery to rain down on. When all is said and done, is fed the highest quality meats while he catches up on his naps.

Gage; Bye, fuckers! He grabs as much as he can, finds a nice, cozy little bunker somewhere, and happily plans the rest of his life there. Starts gardening, like a Minuteman nerd. It's open season if someone opens the door. If the world ends a second time, Gage will watch it with bottle-cap sunglasses, and a glass of home-brewed mutfruit wine in hand. Will have a crisis over how much he likes the simple, quiet farming life. Has to get dragged kicking and screaming to leave his bunker, convinced there'll be a second wave or something.

Hancock; Debates leaving Goodneighbor. Loves his town, but they're not the kind of folks to...y'know. Quarantine, practice safe sex, not get into weird substances they find...he sticks by them though. Everyone gets armor and masks to cover up, keep the plague off them. There's a strict curfew, neighborhood watch delivers supplies to each building. Hancock has Kent work with Piper, keep the airwaves pumping out information and news as it comes. Hancock himself works with MacCready. Keeps off the chems to not dull his senses. Has a giant, week long party in Goodneighbor afterwards.

MacCready; Helps Goodneighbor get supplies in. Travels exclusively by rooftop if he can help it. Daisy sets him up with a long-distance radio so he can get word to Kent, Travis Miles in DC, and the Minutemen ASAP. A very valuable agent in the mess. Hancock watches his back as he scopes out the hordes and picks them off. Duncan draws pictures of his dad shooting down Scorched Beasts; they stay on the fridge long after the Plague is dealt with.

Nick; Travels with Piper as she investigates and reports the movement of the plague. Since he's immune, he ventures into the hotbeds of the plague, where Piper would get infected. Nick takes note of the appearance of individual Scorched, hoping to tell their worried loved ones what became of them. He leaves pamphlets of these descriptions at the agency, printed in the Publick Occurances alongside the news. Once the dust settles, burns all of his clothes; can't risk them being contaminated. Diamond City gets him a nice new trench coat as thanks for everything.

Old Longfellow; Takes point at settlements and safe zones. Whenever he's posted, not a single Scorched get within a mile of the area and leaves it alive. They start piling up at some point. He shoots down a Scorched Beast all on his own and bars everywhere are doomed to hear it echoed throughout eternity. Old Longfellow ends up teaching Minutemen rookies some tricks while on guard duty with them. Gets yelled at for giving them booze.

Piper; Chases the hordes, the infection zones, the Beasts, and stops only to write the info and news. She teams with the radio hosts of the Commonwealth, Travis and Kent Connolly, to deliver immediate warnings. The Brotherhood, Railroad, Minutemen—Piper is their top source of information. She could never truly fathom how important her work is, and how many people it saved. After the plague, she writes a book about the experience.

Preston; It is difficult to describe how hard this man works. He's giving rationing orders to a settlement while in a firefight across the state. He's making decisions about an assault ten different assaults away while hitting Beasts out of the air with Artillery. He's like a workaholic octopus. It's kind of incredible. Consumes only coffee and whatever someone else can shove in his face while he uses his hands for something else. The General has to chase him down and tranq him so he sleeps. Like Curie, fundamentally changed. Loses all of his hinges through it all.

X6-88; The plague effects Gen3 synths, so he has to don full-coverage armor and forgo his sunglasses. Deeply upset by this. Coursers, once rare to see and rarer to survive, are everywhere hunting the Beasts. X6-88 gives Institute info to Piper when he can get away with it. He hates the wasteland already—he doesn't want it getting worse. At least the topside scum aren't possessed by weird zombie bats. X6 joins Danse's teams, brings Curie samples, and when all is over, breaks into Gage's bunker and drags him out to rejoin society, as per the Sole Survivor's orders.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #hancock #companions react #porter gage #old longfellow #i have never traveled with the dlc companions bc i dont have the dlc lol #but. you cant tell me gage wouldn't gtfo of dodge #this is probably ooc but were just bein silly at 11 25 pm #this is tonally all over the fuckin place

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Introducing My Fallout OCs!

OMGGGG y’all, I can’t. I’ve apparently reached over 200 of you fantabulous followers and I am so ecstatic! I honestly don’t even know if this is considered a milestone or anything, but I was super psyched, so I'm doing something about it, dang it!

Also, just a heads up on me right now, I just started school again, so my posting miiiiiiight be a bit sporadic every now and then, but I’m determined to still try and get a few posts out every week, so we’ll see how that goes. I’m also pretty backed up on requests at the moment, I’m still accepting them for the time being, but I may turn off my asks if I’m finding difficulty getting to everyone.  

Anyways, I know I don’t ever really talk about my Fallout Original Characters, but I’m thinking of doing some stuff with them in the future, so this seemed like a good place to start  🤷‍♀️ So, here they are! One from each of the 3 FO games I write for. If ya’ll want to send in any asks about these folks, please feel free to do so! 

(Art for these peeps is pending potentially as well).

My Lone Wanderer: Hope

Appearance: 

- Basically like a black-haired, blue eyed Sarah Connor (y’know, from Terminator), she’s got a small frame, but is an absolute beast. She loves to change up her hair, but prefers the iron maiden, unladylike, or rude ridge styles and will often dye it bright-ass colors, cuz why not? She’s pretty pale considering the vault background and the fact she is constantly wearing full body combat or leather armor when she’s outdoors, and she has a few piercings she actually got before leaving the vault. 

What’s in a Name: 

- “Hope” was the name that her parents chose for her before she was even born, but she can’t stand it, she just tends to see it as a cruel joke in the world they live in. She instead goes by Effie (short for Ephialtes, cuz she’s edgy and dramatic and read too much in school). Hope tends not to tell anyone her real name, and if she does, you’d best not use it to refer to her, unless you like being enslaved. The only one who could ever get away with it is Jericho and a select few people from the vault (Stanley, and her father, but she’s still not happy about it.)

Sexuality: 

- Pansexual

Main Companion: 

- Jericho

Relationship(s): 

- She has a sort of “friends with benefits” type situation going with Jericho, but it ends up getting... complicated, and turning somewhat into a relationship.

Bestie(s):

- Even though he’s her boss, Hope likes to hang out with Eulogy when she’s in Paradise Falls. When she was in the vault, she spent a lot of time with Stanley, and was pretty close with Butch, Wally, and Paul as well. 

Fam Dam: 

- James and Catherine are/were her parents (obviously). But she also considered Stanley to be a sort of uncle to her. 

Karma: 

- Oh, the worst. She’s honestly awful. She steals, she murders, she enslaves, she blows up settlements, all of it. She’s got a lot of things she needs to work out...

Faction of Choice: 

- The Slavers of Paradise Falls. (Yeah... she sucks.) The Brotherhood and the Outcasts just never really struck her fancy, and her and Jericho found it was easy to make bank with the slavers. Hope also is a friend to Allistair Tenpenny and Mister Burke... and not the folks in Megaton. Cuz they’re all not really alive.

Vault Occupation: 

- Engineer

Fun Fact!:  

- Hope is really bad with empathy, and absolutely needs to experience something for herself before she can make any sort of judgement on it, or other people who have had that same experience.

My Courier Six: Sage

Appearence: 

- Sage doesn’t really consider herself very “flashy” in comparison to most folks in NV. She’s got shoulder length brown hair (blast back or clean cut style) and brownish-hazel eyes. She’s pretty damn tan (Mojave, you know) and doesn’t have many scars, but the ones on the right side of her forehead clearly indicate where she was shot in the head (thanks, Benny). She and Boone tend to twin quite a bit, with matching red berets and sunglasses.

What’s in a Name: 

- The poor girl has no clue what her real name was before she was shot, but she saw a box of labelled herbs in Doc Mitchell’s house when she was recovering from her headwounds and decided she liked the name “Sage.”

Sexuality: 

- Bisexual

Main Companion: 

- Craig Boone

Relationship: 

- Also Boone :) it’s a pretty darn slow-burn romance with lots of bumps along the way, but their love always seems to prevail. (Gross and sappy, I know)

Bestie(s): 

- Arcade, plus Rex, and ED-E. Also Victor and Doc Mitchell.

Fam Dam: 

- No clue, unfortunately. She eventually tries to find out something about her past and her family, if she has any, but she’s got a few things to deal with first (hint, one rhymes with pleaser’s fleegion).

Karma: 

- She may make mistakes along the way, but Sage really does try her best to be as good as possible. 

Faction of Choice: 

- Mr. House and the Followers of the Apocalypse. Would like to get rid of House, but can't bring herself to become responsible for everything once he's gone. She considers herself his personal empathy and tries to assist with the goings on of the Mojave even after the battle of hoover dam. Fucking wiped out everyone in the Legion. Her and Boone are a force to be reckoned with. And she never really cared much for the Brotherhood since she had such little interaction with them. She has a good relationship with Freeside and most of the settlements/other towns as well.

Previous Occupation: 

- Courier? She has no idea what else. But she’s oddly really good with medicine 🤔

Fun Fact!: 

- She supports Mr. House for a number of reasons, but one of the biggest is that she doesn't want to lose Victor. He saved her, and she considers the securitron to be her oldest friend (besides Doc Mitchell). She knows it's a little selfish, but she can't bring herself to put an end to him after he pulled her from her own grave and helped bring her back from the brink of death.

My Sole Survivor: Jolene Arvanidis-Ryan

Appearence: 

- She’s got auburn hair she usually keeps cut short (clean cut) or in a bun, green eyes, pale skin with a good amount of freckles and has exceptionally straight teeth (braces suck, but you know.) When traveling with Cait, people tend to think they’re related. Jolene tends to wear a black beret and, if she has the time and resources, she likes cat eye style eyeliner. 

What’s in a Name: 

- Her first name runs in the family... plus her dad really liked Dolly Parton, so that helped cement the first name for him. Nate’s last name was Arvanidis, and she tends to use that as her last name exclusively, she rarely reveals her maiden name (Ryan) to anyone. 

Sexuality: 

- Straight

Main Companion: 

- Paladin Danse

Relationship: 

- It takes a long time (post BB), but she ends up being with Danse. 

Bestie(s): 

- MacCready and Cait

Fam Dam:  

- Pre-war, her father was a carpenter and her mother was a major in the US military, she had no siblings and was very close with her father since her mom was often away on deployment. 

Karma: 

- Decent. Tries her best to do what’s “right,” but she sometimes has a hard time determining what that is. Is good at following orders, even if she doesn’t always agree with them (BB is the exception in this case).

Faction of Choice: 

- Brotherhood of Steel, at least until BB, then she tends to focus more on the Minutemen, but still stays by the BOS’s side when it comes to taking down the Institute. Despite her loyalty to the BOS, she always regrets what she did to the Railroad, and how she ended things with the Institute, and she holds quite a bit of resentment towards Elder Maxson for ordering her to pull the trigger that ended her son’s life, and the other lives within the Institute. 

Previous Occupation (Pre-War): 

- She was a Gunnery Sergeant in the US Military. (Trying to follow in her mother’s footsteps).

Fun Fact!: 

- She hates killing feral ghouls, but keeps it under wraps since she tends to travel with MacCready and Danse the most. After that random encounter where she found herself murdering her own neighbors, she can’t bring herself to look into the eyes of any feral ghouls she has to kill. 

Bonus! Fun Fact!:  

- She started out as my sort of "throw away" playthrough where I wanted to do a BOS run, just out of curiosity, but she ended up being my main playthrough… probably because Danse is just the best and I can't get enough of that tin can thesaur-ass.

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #original character #fallout oc #thank you guys again #ily all so much #thank you for reading #you all are the best

[commonwealthoccurences]

What Would The Companions Wear In Modern Times

Cait:

In the veins of a futuristic dystopian style. Tight-fitting black clothing, asymmetric, very easy to move in. Maybe a loose, boxy jacket overtop. Lots of pockets on everything! 

Curie:

Cottagecore? Cottagecore. Flowy clothing that’s breathable yet not inconvenient. Flared pants and flowy blouses in pale colors and flowery prints, or long dresses/skirts and blouses. Also jeans and shirts good for farm work.

Danse:

Button ups and nice pants that aren’t super fancy. Put together, but not over the top. Probably looks vaguely military in appearance (you know the vibe.)

Deacon:

A very simple man. Jeans, probably with some sort of bleach stain or small tear, fitted but not super skinny. T-shirts, probably not with graphics on them but he might get something for his favorite media, and a light jacket overtop. Maybe a leather jacket if he’s feeling spicy. Sunglasses, always.

Gage:

Something he can work in; semi-loose jeans (not to the point of falling down), a worn t-shirt with some sort of band logo, and a flannel overtop. Good quality work boots.

Haylen:

Pants that aren’t leggings but have some sort of stretch. Goes for t-shirts or longsleeve t-shirts that have some sort of detailing (cutouts, border detail, etc), throws flowy cardigans overtop.

Hancock:

Probably something similar to his post-apocalyptic outfit, but more modernized. Nicely-fitted shirts, quality pants, and a dramatic jacket; either in length or expense.

MacCready:

Dad outfits. T-shirt in jeans and a jacket that’s a little worn, but has fond memories attached to it. Worn shoes that probably need replacement in a couple months, but haven’t given up yet. Overall very comfortable and easy to move in.

Nick:

Copy and paste his post apocalyptic outfit, just in different colors, especially if he’s still in detective work. 

Piper:

Most outfits are a combination of big shirt tight bottoms or vice versa, in earthy tones with minimalist patterns. i.e. striped pants and a plain top or a flowery top with plain pants. 

Preston:

Darker colors, fitted pants and a longsleeve t-shirt that fits well. Always seems very put together, you won’t find him with wrinkled clothing. Probably wears stuff made out of breathable material and of decent quality; probably not super expensive but not super cheap. Nice coats of a medium length, maybe in a lighter color but more often than not matching his darker underclothing.

X6-88:

Business semi-casual, lowkey bougie. Nice watch, nice sunglasses, dress shirts out of silky materials, and well-fitted pants. You’d turn your head and wonder what business he owned when walking past him on the street. Sometimes suit jackets, sometimes topcoats, very rarely a trenchcoat. Can pull off any color, and is fond of vests. Looks expensive and has the confidence to pull it off.

#lowkey started dying for confident modern X6 dont @ me #Fallout 4 #fo4 #headcanons #Cait #Curie #Deacon #Paladin Danse #Gage #Scribe Haylen #mayor hancock #RJ MacCready #Nick Valentine #Piper #Preston #X6-88

[fallout-fallen-knight]

Meet My OCs masterpost!

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these and I’ve gotten a lot of new followers and several new OCs in that time. Enough now that I should probably put them under a read more. OCs are divided up by main setting that they fall under - even though all my Fallout content takes place in its own ‘verse (distinct from the canon Fallout verse in that there are horses, among other differences), the various coasts tend to be pretty separate. Without further ado:

Fallen Knight

Fallen Knight is a longform fic that is currently and irregularly updating. It takes place in the Commonwealth in 2287-2289, featuring a mix of canon characters (often modified to my own convenience) and OCs. It can be found here. 

Christopher Farris, aka the Fallen Knight (Lone Wanderer)

[image ID: a drawing of Christopher Farris by @scarecrow-forest​. He is a white, blond man wearing a baseball cap, a green shirt, and a long tan vest. He is holding a baseball bat and has a pip-boy on his arm. End ID]

Christopher is my lone wanderer that I ported to Fallout 4. He is (currently) a Brotherhood of Steel Knight alongside Paladin Danse. He is the main character of Fallout: Fallen Knight. He has a strong moral compass and idolizes the knightly ideas of protecting the weak and confronting the strong. Content for him on my blog can be found at #fallen knight. 

Kristine Finch, Minuteman General

[image ID: a screenshot from Fallout 4 of Kristine Finch. She is a light-skinned woman in a blue shirt and tan jacket, with a cowboy-like hat. She is standing in front of a ramshackle wooden building with a neon sign that says “Minuteman HQ”. End ID]

Kristine is my Minuteman OC and the General of the Minutemen. Under her leadership, they have worked to make the commonwealth safer by uniting various settlements to exchange resources and provide mutual defense. She has also published the Minuteman Guide To Commonwealth Travel, also known as the Blue Book, a handy pamphlet for settlers and traders making their way across the Commonwealth. Content for her can be found at #one if by land.

Thomas “The Trigger” Calvani

[image ID: a screenshot from Fallout 4 of Thomas Calvani. He is a white, brown-haired man in road leathers with various leather armor layered over it. He wears a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses and a green bandana covering his face. He is standing in front of power armor with flames painted on it. End ID]

Thomas Calvani is a ne’er-do-well from the Atom Cats who has somehow managed to continuously fall upwards, somehow culminating with him as the Overboss of the Nuka World raiders after trying to go to Nuka World with MacCready and Cait. Content for him can be found at #tales from the commonwealth.

Greetings from Appalachia

Hector Sanchez (Reclaimer)

[image ID: a Vault Tec ID card from Fallout 76. It belongs to Hector Sanchez, a latine man with brown hair, a Vault 76 jumpsuit, and a van dyke beard. He is smiling and giving a thumbs up to the camera. End ID]

Hector Sanchez is an amateur cryptid hunter from Vault 76. Raised in the vault on his mother’s stories of cryptids before the war, he left the vault with his best friend Hazel in search of cryptids to find. Content for him can be found at #greetings from appalachia.

Fallout: Brave New World

Brave New World is a collection of various OCs who end up in the Mojave wasteland at the same time, in around 2289 or so. While no unifying narrative yet exists, I am planning some ficlets/short form fic around these OCs. 

Ace (Courier 6)

[image ID: a screenshot from Fallout: New Vegas of Ace. He is a latine man with an eyepatch, a black cowboy hat, and a black leather coat over blue jeans, with several belts and bandoliers. He is standing in front of Dinky the Dinosaur and pointing a gun off screen. End ID]

Ace is my courier, and a member of the Great Khans. Still a teenager when Bitter Springs happened, he was separated from the rest of the Khans and spent his remaining teenage years doing odd jobs around the Mojave and avoiding the encroaching NCR, culminating in a fateful job for the Mojave Express. He now finds himself down one eye, hunting the Mojave for Benny and the platinum chip. Content for him can be found at #ace in the hole.

Sophia Mobius

[image ID: a screenshot of Fallout: New Vegas of Sophia Mobius. She is a white woman with white hair and round, cat-eye glasses. She is wearing a red labcoat and has the holorifle strapped to her back. End ID]

Sophia is a Followers medic turned disciple of Doctor Mobius after a chance encounter with a crashed satellite sent her to the Big MT. She later traveled to the Sierra Madre casino with Arcade and Veronica to hunt down and stop Father Elijah. She is now working with the Veronica and Christine to convince Brotherhood members to leave, smuggling out technology if possible, to assist the Followers of the Apocalypse. Content for her can be found at #followers of mobius

Martin Goldberg aka the Silver Canary (Reclaimer)

[image ID: a drawing of Martin Goldberg and Emmerane Black, aka the Silver Canary and Coal Black, by @rotarydials​. Martin is a dark skinned man with silver hair and a beard. He is dressed in the Silver Shroud’s outfit - a black and gray trenchcoat and fedora with a silver scarf. He carries a submachine gun, which he is pointing off camera. Emmerane is a white woman with short black hair. She has black goggles and a black cloak over a white shirt and red vest. She is doing air-guitar motions. They both have pip-boys. End ID]

Martin Goldberg, known better as the Silver Canary, was a pre-war vigilante and the inspiration for the Silver Shroud. As a staunch anti-fascist and anti-capitalist, he had several encounters with the movers and shakers of American industry, notably Robert House, whose suite Martin broke into while he was visiting a West Virginia plant. Upon learning about Vault-Tec’s plans for Vault 76, he broke into Vault Tec University, changing the list of vault residents to a list of random West Virginia citizens, as well as himself. 

While in the Vault, Emmerane Black, a moody young woman born in the vault, declared herself his nemesis. When they left the vault in 2102, he learned of this, and instead decided to take her under his wing, forcibly adopting the young supervillain. Though they clashed often at first, they quickly found they had more in common than they realized, and soon teamed up to take on certain targets - most notably the Brotherhood of Steel. 

At some point in the following years, both Martin and Emmerane ghoulified, and in the late 2200s, Martin traveled west, to find his old nemesis, Robert House. He now haunts the areas around Vegas, a mysterious spectre doling out justice to the wicked. Content for Martin and Emmerane can be found at #the silver canary and coal black. Emmerane belongs to @corsairesix

Caroline Keene, Ranger of the Wastes

[image ID: a screenshot from HeroForge of a black ghoul woman with short braids. She is wearing a cowboy hat, long duster, cowboy boots, and a shirt and pants that are all brown with tan accents. She has a revolver and a knife strapped to her hip and a repeater on her back. She is offering a hammered tin cup to the “camera”. End ID]

Caroline Keene was a park ranger in a firewatch tower in Monongahela National Forest when the bombs fell. After a few days of quiet introspection, her and some of her fellow rangers agreed to make their way to the nearest town to find survivors, slowly making their way to Flatwoods and then Morgantown to join the Responders. 

After helping the Responders stabilize Appalachia in the wake of the Great War and faction infighting that followed, Caroline traveled west, continuing to help out those in need as he crossed the country that had once been America. During this time, she began to ghoulify; though initially and understandably distraught, a community of ghouls in what was once Texas helped her to accept her condition. Upon arriving in the Mojave, she found that her reputation as the “Ranger of the Wastes” preceded her, and she was recruited by the desert rangers, though she left again when they were incorporated with the NCR. Now, she has settled in the Mojave, starting a brahmin and bighorner ranch with her partners, and helping shelter, teach, and raise lost and disaffected youth in the Mojave. Content for her can be found at #ranger of the wastes

The King of the Road (Chosen One)

[image ID: a screenshot of Heroforge of a dark skinned ghoul in a black suit. He has a red tie and a red cape, and is wearing round glasses and an opulent crown. He carries a spear and has a holstered revolver on his hip. Near his feet is a pile of coins and a gray cat, ready to pounce. End ID]

The King of the Road was once the Chosen One of Arroyo, but became disatisfied with the duties of ruling and the pressures of being the tribe’s chosen one. In 2244, he left Arroyo, wandering New California as a drifter. He abanoned his name and title, choosing instead to take the name of the King of the Road as his renown as a drifter grew. He ghoulified due to his exposure to radiation over the years, but took to the change rather well. He continued to travel the roads of New California, eventually finding his way to the Mojave wasteland as the NCR did. Content for him can be found at #king of the road (when I make it).

Angelia King

[image ID: a Heroforge mini of a white woman seated on a white horse. She is wearing a tan jacket over a brown chest piece, chaps, and tan cowboy boots. She has a red bandana around her neck and several belts around her waist, one of which holds a holstered pistol. Her left eye is covered by an eyepatch and there is dark makeup around both of her eyes. She has short dyed blonde and red hair that is shaved on one side. She is brandishing a rifle towards the camera and there is a sawed-off shotgun on her back. End ID]

Angelina King, the leader of the Nightstalkers, a gang in the Mojave in 2289. When Ace drives the NCR out of the Mojave, she at first believes that she will be allowed to operate with relative impunity; however, when the NCR supply trains stop coming from the west (no longer needing to fight a war that has been lost), she starts hitting caravans first and then larger settlements, carving her way across the Mojave towards New Vegas. Content for her can be found at #the nightstalkers strike again.

Other OCs

Hannah Alton

[image ID: a screenshot from Heroforge of a white woman wearing a forest green cloak. She has a brown cloth wrapped around her chest and blue jeans on. She has a quiver of crossbow bolts on her hip and is holding a crossbow. She has red hair and several piercings. End ID]

Hannah Alton is my PC for our Fallout: New Orleans campaign run by and using the PBTA hack Powered by the Nuclear Apocalypse made by @corsairesix. Hannah is a “raider” from a gang called the Robbin’ Hoods, a gang dedicated to stealing from New Orleans’ ghoul aristocrats and redistributing their wealth to the town they’re based in. Content for her can e found on #fallout New Orleans and #powered by the nuclear apocalypse

#queue #fallen knight #one if by land #tales from the commonwealth #greetings from appalachia #ace in the hole #followers of mobius #the silver canary and coal black #ranger of the wastes #king of the road #fallout new orleans #powered by the nuclear apocalypse #the nightstalkers strike again

[minutemens-incorrect-files]

Romanced companions react to a surprise smooch?T in the midst of doing something and sole just smooches them

thanks again to @cardiganfucker !

Preston Garvey:

He raised his laser musket above his head as the remaining Minutemen cheered around him. The sound of the Queen Mirelurk hitting the rocks still ringing in his ears as a pull on his collar had him looking down.

He nearly dropped his gun as Sole pulled him close and pressed their lips to his. He pulled away quickly, lowering the laser musket and setting it against the wall and coming back to them.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

He cut Sole off, taking their face in his hands, “It’s fine, General. More than fine.” he resumed kissing them.

-o-

Piper:

“Convincing me to get the spicy was a mistake, Blue!“ she waved a hand in front of her mouth as if it would cool the spicy heat down faster.

Blue laughed over their own power noodles, "It’s not that bad!”

Unthinkingly between giggles, she took another bite then repeated the process of waving a hand in front of her face as her eyes began to water.

Sole pulled her forward and kissed her. Piper’s hands flailed a bit before settling on Sole’s shoulders.

Sole pulled back and looked at her with a small smile.

“How you doing?” they asked.

“Uh- pretty good now,” she smiled.

“Still too spicy?”

She winked at them, “Not spicy enough.”

They laughed, “The noodles, Piper!”

She blushes, “Yeah. A tad spicy still.”

-o-

Nick Valentine:

The Dugout didn’t look twice at Diamond City’s own PI. He sat off to the side waiting for Sole to join him.

And whereas his entrance was understated, everyone looked when Sole tumbled in. Sweat on their brow and weapon still drawn.

Nick gave them a little wave and they hurried to the seat across from him.

“Kid-?”

The door opened and a very shady character rolled in, clearly looking for someone. Nick didn’t have to be a detective to have a strong idea of who.

He turned to ask Sole if he needed to be ready for a firefight when Sole kissed him.

He felt himself being dipped further back into his chair as Sole tried to hide them both in the shadow.

Nick pushed them back but didn’t break contact, before pushing Sole more closely to the wall, using himself to hide them.

After a moment the Sole gently pushed him back, “I think they are gone, Nick.”

Nick smiled, “Uh-huh.”

“You don’t seem to care much, do you?”

He smiles and leaned back over them, “Nope.”

-o-

Curie:

She was going into more detailed reasoning of her latest case studies. She was fairly certain that Sole was interested in what she was saying by the way they stared at her seemingly enraptured.

“So you see how this will benefit us, yes?” she looked expectantly at them for confirmation for continuation.

Sole leaned forward and kissed her. She made a surprised noise and forgot to kiss back.

Sole pulled back and smiled at her, “I like it when you speak about things you’re passionate about.”

She blushed and returned their kiss with one on the cheek. After a moment she frowned, “Did you hear anything that I was saying?”

Sole laughed, “Nope. Guess you’ll have to explain it again.”

She smiled minutely before explaining once more.

-o-

Deacon:

They had been trying to phase each other with more outrageous facts and actions.

“Deathclaws are actually evolved from bunnies.”

Sole nodded, “Correct. Nick Valentine just joined the Brotherhood of Steel.”

“The best Elder they could find. I can do a handstand,” Deacon countered.

Sole leveled him a glance, “Bullshit.”

He gave them a sideways look, “Oh ye of little faith.” he moved to the side, shaking his arms out and dramatically stretching.  

Sole laughed, “You absolutely can not do a handstand. Even if you can all you get is bragging rights.”

“Sweeten the pot then. I do one I get bragging rights. I can’t and you get what?” He was doing some version of a lunge to continue his ludicrous stretching.

“I get to watch you fall on your ass. I just worry about how insufferable you will be if you can do it.” Sole sighed.

Deacon put his hands in the air in form to start.

“Oh! Real quick,” Sole stepped forward and kissed him.

He made a surprised noise then moved his hand to cradle their face.

Sole pulled back, “That wasn’t a handstand at all. You’re terrible at this.”

Deacon laughed, “Hey, you distracted me!”

Sole shrugged, “All is fair in love and handstands.”

-o-

MacCready:

He was eating candy with a frustrated look on his face.

“How’s quitting smoking going?” Sole asked cheerily.

He grimaced, “I just have to keep reminding myself that it’s for Duncan.”

Sole shrugged, “Well at least there is an upside besides the whole living longer thing.”

“And that is?” He sat down, reaching for a cigarette for something to do with his hands before remembering and sighing.

Sole plopped down next to him, “In fact,” they leaned forward and kissed him, for a long moment where MacCready forgot what he was doing.

Sole leaned back, “You certainly taste better.” They patted his cheek and headed away while MacCready smiled to himself after them.

-o-

Danse:

Danse was in a word: miserable.

Sole had slipped into the cabin at Tenpines Bluff to speak to the settlers while Danse waited outside when it began raining. His helmet was currently strapped to the pack Sole was wearing and his Power Armor’s leg was sticking.

He was effectively stuck in the oncoming downpour.

Sole must have realized something was wrong, they peaked out of the shack and saw him.

They quickly ejected him from his power armor and dragged him under the overhang of the shack.

They laughed softly, wiping some of the water from Danse’s face.

“What’s so funny?” Danse snapped.

Sole, unintimidated, smiled at him and kissed him. His bad mood deteriorated as he pushed Sole closer to the shack.

They smiled at him once more and moved back to look up at him. “You’re not funny necessarily. You did, however, look a bit like a wet puppy.”

Surprising himself, he chuckled. “Is that so?”

Sole scrunched their nose at them, “Very much so.”

-o-

Cait:

“You’ve got to put your fists up, Sole.” Cait moved her hand under Sole’s fists to raise them.

Sole took a deep breathe, assuming the stance once more, this time with fists up.

They resumed sparring, Cait getting a hold around Sole’s waist and moving to force them back onto the mat.

Sole had the wind knocked out of them, and quickly leaned up gasping.

Cait rolled her eyes, “Oh, you’re fine.”

Sole caught their breathing and leaned back down onto the mat dramatically throwing an arm over their eyes, “Are you sure? I am deeply wounded, Cait.”

Cait pushed at their arm, “You are not.”

They gasped suddenly, “Cait! I’m dying!” and even more dramatically they ‘died’. Tongue out, eyes closed, limp.

Cait leaned over them, “A shame, really. Sort of liked you a bit.”

Sole surged upwards and caught Cait in a kiss.

Cait leaned into it a moment before pushing their shoulder down back onto the mat, “That’s fighting dirty.”

She kissed their forehead and stood, putting a hand out to help them up.

Sole took it with a smile.

-o-

Hancock:

Hancock was having a pretty good day.

The roof of the statehouse wasn’t a place he usually found himself, but the patio chairs and umbrella Sole had set up made it almost…homey.

A soft breeze blew around their hair as Sole clicked away at their pip-boy.

Hancock watched them work quietly until Sole caught their eye. “You alright?”

He smiled softly, “Yeah, Sunshine, just enjoying the view.”

They watched him for a long moment before speaking, “Can you grab me a Nuka Cola? There’s one in the cooler behind you.”

He reached back and when he came forward with it, Sole surprised him with a kiss.

He leaned up into it from where they were now standing in front of his chair, one hand finding their side.

“What was that for?”

Sole smiled down, “You’re enjoying the view, I’m enjoying you.”

Hancock chuckled, “That was terrible. I loved it.”

-o-

X6-88:

"I’m not sure I fully understand the purpose of this particular activity,“ X6 frowned as Sole lead them in slow circles, pressed against him.

"It’s slow dancing, X6. It’s just nice.” they leaned their head onto his chest.

“And the purpose of this is simply ‘nice’? There is no productive outcome?” He moved in time with them but that didn’t mean it made sense.

Sole leaned up and kissed him, his eyes widened behind his sunglasses and he kissed back through his surprise.

Sole leaned back and asked, “Was there a purpose to that?”

X6 took his hand from Sole’s and gently touched his lips a moment, “I suppose not. Other than that too was…nice.”

-o-

Bonus! Gage:

Gage hated talking about his 'bitch ass feelings’.

Often when Sole brought them up he’d make some sour remark about braiding each other’s hair next.

There weren’t really public displays of affection. Just watching each other’s back more intently than expected for a working relationship.

After a particularly intense fight, they headed back to Fizztop. Gage could feel the blood in his boots that he knew wasn’t his.

The elevator door shut and Sole pulled Gage against themself. They leaned around his armor and kissed him, hard and fast.

They were off him by the time the elevator dinged at the Grille.

“Care to explain?” he asked casually licking his lips to chase their flavor.

“You liked it,” they teased.

“Not the point.”

They turned and winked at him, “More than the point.”

In the privacy of the Overbosses quarters, he came up behind them and picked them up, swinging them until they landed on the nearest couch, Sole in his lap.

“What was that?” Sole laughed.

Gage smiled smugly, “You liked it.”

-o-

#Cait #Curie #Danse #Paladin Danse #Deacon #Gage #Porter Gage #Hancock #John Hancock #MacCready #Robert Joseph MacCready #Piper #Piper Wright #Preston #Preston Garvey #Valentine #Nick Valentine #X6-88 #Fallout 4 #character react

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Pool Time

The sound of boots against hard pavement led the way to the side of the town, the smell of dirt and grease wafting from the mechanic despite the fact he was fairly clean. “So ya know how you been outta the homestead for a while? How long has it been, bout 3 weeks?” Sturges began to ramble, finger placed on his chin, “Well I started to think since i’m sweating like a pig in the summer heat and your friend the hired gun nearly passed out cause he dang near suffocated in his jacket, I decided to make a little side project.” “Mac nearly passed out cause he wouldn’t take his jacket off?”  “Said something about how all his ammo was in there. Don’t know why, we got turrets and the like set up, don’t need to be walking around with a rifle  in the comfort of your highly secure home.” “Honestly Mac is a enigma at times. Probably found a cool thing he’s trying to stash. Was he... ok?”  Sturges waved a hand, giving a little smirk. “Little bit of water, a bit of mirelurk jerky and he was fit as a fiddle. But I thought about some of the finer things in life. We got farms, water purification, houses, beds, turrets... well I got to thinkin’ to some other things. So I started to dig out the foundation to a pool.” He gave a pointer finger as I stared at a fully formed and honestly beautifully made in ground pool. Filled with clear, blue water, made with ceramics cobbled together at in a distracting but functioning fashion. A few settlers swam in luxury, others sat around the outside withe makeshift swimsuits. All of them seemed much happier with the newfound addition to the settlement. “Damn Sturges, I thought you were only good with buildings and machines but this... you’re a god damn wizard!” I exclaimed, slapping my hand against his shoulder, only hurting my hand in the process. Sturges didn’t seem to notice, my affectionate hit seeming like a fly against the synth’s shoulder. “Aw, well I was just thinking of something for anyone. Course it could use some more touch ups but, i’m more of a builder, not so much of a concept guy. So maybe if you see something else like this you’d wanna add to the settlement, let me know and i’ll see what I can whip up. Anyway I gotta go fit some of the siding of the houses, go on and enjoy that pool. You deserve it.” I gave a tiny smile, hands wringing as I raced back to my house, putting on the lightest, rattiest clothes I could find.  Swimming was a rarity, as long as rarity was considered slightly clean, non mirelurk infested liquid. Otherwise it was all gunk and radiation, something you’d usually run through while being chased by raiders and gunfire. I couldn’t remember the last time I swam without getting some sort of infection after, but hell I’d consider dipping in for a brief sense of relief in the upcoming heat. I raced out, shorts, sandals and a shitty t shirt probably bought from a passing vendor. But as I passed into view of the pool again, I saw a few of the others in equally revealing clothes, at least some more then the usual garb they’d wear. Danse was sculpted as all hell, making laps around he pool because of course he couldn’t just relax in a pool. Piper was gorgeous,skin glistening with water as she sat pool side and taking note of said Danse making laps around the pool. She seemed to be taking tally about how many laps he managed to do. It was alot. I shifted my shirt, suddenly all too aware of how I looked. It wasn’t too often that my self consciousness came to action. Mostly it was about my actual skill in battle or helping people, not the way I looked. When you were fighting for your life most of the time, you weren’t concerned with the pudge you accumulated around the waist. That changed when I saw Deacon lounging in the pool, sunglasses still on and a surprisingly well preserved pair of swim shorts. He was floating on what looked like... an actual life preserver. The same one I picked up from the beach a few weeks back. To say he was ‘floating’ on it was... well he was trying his best with his ass hanging out of the hole in the center. It was like he was being sucked in but the cheerful smile on his face seemed to show he was enjoying the hell out of it. When he caught sight of me he quickly flipped over on the preserve, sinking under the water and towards the side of the pool where I was. With a small pop of his head and arm he grabbed my leg, trying to drag me into the pool. “Mirelurk attack!  Haha! Come on in, the water’s surprisingly not filled with blood!” I tried to kick his arm away, getting on my hands and knees and pushing his face back under the water, to no avail. “L...listen Deek, as much as i’d like to get i the pool i’m a bit... nervous.” “What worried about your beach bod? You’re a goddamn beast out there in the field, not to mention a total peacekeeper. The sun’s not gonna care, I doubt your friends will care. And hey look-” Deacon popped out of the water a bit more, hand gesturing over his slightly chubby midsection. “I’m an actual Casanova and I got a bit of cushion... but like if you want some REAL distraction.” His hands started to pull down his shorts only for me to scream and cover my eyes, face going blood red. “DEACONDEACONDEACON-” “I’m joking, i’m joking... could you imagine?” He chuckled before managing to pick up me, only dropping me back in the pool as he quickly grabbed his back. “Oh plan failed, plan failed! Face smashed into the water, that’s on me!” He watched as I slowly surfaced back to the top of the water, hair hanging in front of my face as I thrust a hand around Deacon’s neck, making him start to fake choke despite the fact I wasn’t putting any pressure on him. “M-mercy! Mercy!” He whined as I leaned against him, close enough to whisper in his ear. “If I didn’t like you so much i’d drown your ginger ass in the pool in front of everyone...” I hissed, making Deacon’s face change into one of surprise “That’s kinda hot, I won’t lie-” “Oh my god...” I whimpered, my head falling hard against his wet shoulder, hand moving down to his chest. “You’re a fucking...” I trailed off realizing how bare he was, how he was wet with water and how I was touching him so intimately. He seemed to play it off like he mind, that or didn’t care as he sank more into the water, letting out a comforted sigh. “I’m a fucking alright. Hoping to get to the Top 5 of Fucking’s in the World. But right now, let’s just stay cool. Just for a day, then we can go back to kicking ass.”

#self insert #fallout 4 deacon #fo4 deacon

[capriswritingnartshenanigans]

Romanced companions first kiss with female sole survivor? Could you include Nick and Deacon too?

#fallout 4 #fo4 companions #fo4 companions react #nick valentine #john hancock #deacon #piper #curie #cait #preston

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So, the time is finally upon us, I present to you... the Fallout 4 Companions Dating Headcanon Mega Post, featuring at least 20 per romance-able companion, by yours truly.

Ft X6 because he needs more love

Enjoy!

Cait: (Post Vault 95)

Once comfortable, lots of flirty banter and     teasing of the other person

Asking Sole’s opinion on certain things, a lot     of “Hey you think this’ll be any good?”

Confiding in her significant other, more so     than any other person

Lot’s of drinking together, often leading to     heated make out sessions

Cait gradually becoming more comfortable with     herself with Sole’s love and support

Gradually letting down her barriers and     letting Sole in more

Wandering around their repaired sanctuary     house in a baggy t-shirt and shorts, only around Sole. She dare not do it     unless only Sole is there.

Occasionally forgetting and eating Sole’s food     by mistake then feeling extremely guilty with Sole comforting her

Getting angry when she finds any hint of drugs     around the place, fearing Sole might be doing them behind her back.

On some nights snuggling right up to Sole and     holding them tight, especially in storms

Sometimes asking if Sole still loves her, just     for reassurance

collecting and modding weapons together

Sleeping sprawled out on the bed until late     morning because Sole doesn’t want to disturb her

Sleeping curled up in a ball waiting for Sole     to come to bed

Only truly sleeping well knowing Sole is near

Humming more frequently when around Sole,     losing herself in her personal piece of heaven

Getting extremely jealous of anyone showing to     or receiving Sole’s attention

Being very hesitant the first time she and     Sole had sex, in case they’re just using her again

With Sole she begins to enjoy making love and     develop a healthy sex life with her partner, both of them safe and     trusting of the other

Putting her entire heart and being into this     and hoping for the life of her it works out

Often small, lights little touches every now     and again just to remind herself and Sole

Has a piece of Sole’s clothing wrapped around     her wrist wraps to remind her of them

Cait will often run her hand through Sole’s     hair when in bed

Whenever they embrace both arms are wrapped     around Sole tightly, one of the rare times she lets down her defences

Curie: (Synth Body)

1.      Curie always checking in with Sole to make sure they’re healthy both mentally and physically

2.      Cute compliments between the two every day, both parties being red as a tato

3.      Curie becoming more used to and enjoying the small aspects of being in a relationship, the small physical gestures, the impromptu “I love you” and the surprise kiss or two

4.      Being the tiniest spoon when she and Sole snuggle in bed

5.      Always asking Sole about how life was before the war

6.      Always making sure Sole is eating healthily and is not falling ill

7.      Sole being able to hold her up, with Curies legs wrapped around their waist when they hug

8.      Curie always going a little quiet when Sole is off travelling, she is desperately hoping they come back okay

9.      Sole often bringing back a bouquet of fresh flowers and an array of specimens for Curie to admire and study

10. Sole always bringing back any science and medical related material they find on their adventures

11. Curie wanting to try the dates and couples activities she’s read about in magazines and books from before the war

12. Sometimes not being able to keep her eyes shut when she and Sole kiss, wanting to see her lover

13. Being extremely anxious the first time they made love, to the point of hyperventilating

14. Curie being open to most things in terms of the bedroom as long as they’re safe for both parties

15. Really sensual and intimate sex

16. Curie often being the sub under Sole’s command

17. Being like a church mouse and silent when she and Sole make love, should anyone be able to hear them

18. Light delicate touches on the other

19. Sleeping wrapped up in each other

20. Taking walks around sanctuary together, mainly at sunset so Sole can show her the natural beauty of the world she yearns to see

21. Curie propping herself up on her tip toes to be able to kiss her lover

22. Sole being Curie’s lab assistant when she needs them

Danse: (Post Blind Betrayal)

1.    Sole sneaking peaks at Danse while he works, either on his power armour or around the settlement

2.    Sole giving Danse a gentle pat on the ass whenever they walk past him

3.    Tight prolonged hugs when they can

4.    Danse hogs the blankets

5.    When out on adventures Danse insists on cooking rations

6.    Couples power armour

7.    A couple that trains hard together, plays hard together *wink wink*

8.    Takes up the entire bed but has Sole wrapped up in his arms

9.    During the winter Danse is the perfect sleeping partner

10. Always checks on Sole’s gear and kit to make sure it’ll keep his lover alive

11. Totally denies it but loves when Sole places their hand on his chest when the snuggle in bed

12. Danse slowly opening up to the others, with Sole’s help

13. Danse, the biggest of all spoons

14. Danse often waits until Sole falls asleep first, as if he was guarding them

15. Adopts Dogmeat like one of his own, often having him on the bed with he and Sole

16. Becomes a figure Shaun looks up to, but doubts if he is the right person for that

17. Often works himself into a panic thinking he’ll lose Sole, to which they quickly assure him they’re going nowhere

18. Goes hunting with Sole, often turning the trip into a mini holiday away together

19. Admits to Sole, behind closed doors that they’re the only thing keeping him alive

20. He’s they walked into his life and are now a huge part of his new life

Deacon:

1.      Deacon having trouble looking Sole in the eye but learning to overcome this anxiety with time

2.      Being more like best friends that happen to be romantic rather than a couple

3.      Couples disguises

4.      Cosplaying as each other to fool others

5.      Matching Death Bunny tattoos

6.      Loud snoring from Deacon

7.      Really giggly sex

8.      Sole wearing the glasses during sex

9.      Deacon getting Sole their own personal pair of sunglasses

10. “Sneaky Deeks” wink wink

11. Carpet matches the drapes

12. Really good role-play

13. Deacon, a master with both words and his tongue, if you know what I mean

14. “Are you lying again?” “No… maybe… a little… yes”

15. Mac N’ Cheese baby

16. Deacon sleeps face down sprawled out, pushing Sole almost off the bed

17. Wakes up in the middle of the night with random stuff to talk about to Sole

18. “Snuggle monster”

19. Deacon’s cum face makes Sole HOWL with laughter

20. When he and Sole are together, Deacon will often take his shades off to make the time he and Sole share, more intimate

Gage:

1.      Sole procuring a better patch for Gage, one that doesn’t rub against his skin so harshly

2.      When they drink they drink together and alone, no one else may join them

3.      Sole slowly trying to integrate Gage into the group with the other companions

4.      Gage being very nervous when he and Sole are intimate, him not knowing what it’s really like to be loved by another

5.      Gage never really getting used to hearing the words “I love you”

6.      Gage getting jealous and somewhat suspicious of anyone hanging around with Sole for long periods of time

7.      Running Nuka World as a fierce duo

8.      Gage growing out his hair overtime as he becomes more comfortable, Sole can even run their fingers through it

9.      Spreading the reach of the Nuka World gangs wherever they go

10. Sometimes escaping to Far Harbour together to get away from the Commonwealth

11. Splitting everything 50/50

12. Gage being in sever denial that someone loves him like Sole

13. Over time slowly opening up and becoming more open with Sole

14. Finally feeling safe in Sole’s embrace

15. Finally feeling like they both belong somewhere

16. Gage gifting Sole their own personal Handmade Rifle

17. Decides to run away with Sole and leave Nuka World behind

18. Being very protective of Sole

19. At first kept space between each other when sleeping, over time getting closer and building trust

20. Tries to cook for Sole, surprisingly makes a mean Iguana bits

Hancock:

1.    Actually cuts down on the drugs, Sole means more to him

2.    Sole wears the frock coat as pjamas

3.    Like a spider monkey, clings to Sole at night under the covers

4.    Hancock is, to no surprise the small spoon

5.    Really big fan of oral

6.    Fahrenheit constantly snooping on them, sometimes catching them in the act

7.    Hancock suffers nightmares, Sole will often sit up and comfort him in the event

8.    Anyone dares look at Sole the wrong way, Hancock will fuck them up

9.    Overprotective smol hubby

10. Can’t cook but tries his best

11. Invites the rest of the gang for a Sleepover, only Curie turns up with some sugar bombs

12. A man who enjoys a good scotch, Sole being more of a bourbon person

13. Sole can give Hancock a piggy back

14. Roleplay…

15. Hancock gets turned on when Sole does the Shroud voice

16. Finally feels like he has something to stick around for

17. A couple that gets high together, stays together

18. More like best friends, but also lovers, the best of both worlds

19. Self declared mayor of Sole’s pants

20. Kinky… but romantic

MacCready:

1.      Plenty of hypothetical’s about the wedding that’ll come one day

2.    Sole wanting to meet Duncan

3.    Both partners honing their sharpshooting skills in friendly competition, the one who hits the least accurately buys the rounds

4.    Plenty of discussion over which calibre is best, which scopes, attachments, trigger groupings and every conceivable topic of firearms

5.    Running “little games” in order to get the most caps possible out of a job they take on

6.    Having a rule that one of them must always be able to get the other home on a night out at the Third Rail or Dugout Inn

7.    Mac often waking up to see Sole covering their head with a pillow because of his snoring

8.    Counting caps together

9.    Mac teaching Sole a thing or two about sharp shooting

10. Reading comics together

11. Going on the hunt for all editions of Grognak

12. Playing games on Sole’s Pipboy while Sole sleeps

13. Sole waking up with Mac sprawled all over them, the bed, the room and all furniture

14. Arguments about whether wood, bakerlite or ABS make the best rifle stocks

15. Slowly, overtime “liberating” all the goods from Hubris comics and transporting them to Sanctuary

16. Really loud sex

17. Mac is the sub

18. Kinky fuckers, really kinky

19. Argue often but have really good makeup sex

20. “I’m the best shot”, “No I’m the best shot” over and over

Nick:

1.     Nick being the most, gentle gentleman possible

2.     Sole getting him a new trench coat to replace the old torn one

3.     Nicks eyes being like Sole’s personal night lights

4.     On cold nights Nick giving Sole his trench coat to keep them warm

5.     Late night coffee stints trying to crack capers together

6.     Talking through the issues of the pre-war era together late at night while the others sleep soundly

7.     The two sitting on top of the roof of the agency on summer nights with a whiskey and a pack of smokes

8.     Discussing high literature together

9.     Sole listening in awe of Nick’s hours of philosophical ramblings

10.  Solving mysteries like an apocalyptic, noir Scooby Doo

11.  For Christmas Sole gets Nick a 44. Revolver to replace his pipe revolver

12.  Nick always manages to leave a rose on Sole’s pillow

13.  Sole dressing Nick in the Silver Shroud costume whenever possible

14.  Nick will sometimes read to Shaun when he has trouble sleeping

15.  Nick is christened “Grandad” by Shaun

16.  The man knows his fine wine and whiskey

17.  Often gives Ellie the night off so he and Sole can be alone together

18.  Nick… can… cook, my god can he cook

19.  Tends to teach Shaun about literature, poetry, philosophy and morals of right and wrong

20.  The most charming man to walk the earth

Piper:

Lots of cute dates to get some noodles

Midnight snacks with Sole on sugar bombs and     sweet rolls

Asking Sole to pick up any printing supplies     they find on their adventures

Light finger tip touches and eskimo kisses     when alone together

Pushing Sole out of the bed at night, on     accident of course, from spreading her limbs like a starfish

Running her hand along Sole’s chest while     cuddling together in bed

Religiously making sure the door is locked     when they’re alone together

Reading together

Always inquiring with Sole about life before     the war, the people, the places, the food and politics

Piper wearing Blue’s vault suit as pjamas

Sharing her stash of sweet roll and other     snacks with Sole

Wearing Sole’s clothes when she has a lay day

Swapping an item of clothing when they travel     apart, Sole often taking her press hat as a token

Sole and piper gathering reading material on     their travels wherever they can

Piper lightly snoring when in a deep sleep and     getting flustered about it with Sole, with Sole saying they actually think     it’s cute

Piper curled up like a ball in bed with Sole’s     arm wrapped around her, their hand often running through her hair

Piper asking Sole’s opinion on her newest     articles

Getting intensely jealous of Sole being around     Cait

Piper acting like a giant nerd around Sole     when alone together

Going the reddest red when Sole compliments     her even slightly

Tight, prolonged hugs and hand holding

Preston:

1.    “Babe”

2.    Lazy Sundays at Sanctuary together

3.    Sole and Preston having their own small garden patch that they both tend to

4.    Preston having Sturges help him fix up Sole’s house as a surprise for his lover

5.    Both pairing up their boots in the corner of the room when they go to bed

6.    Sole gets to wear Preston’s hat during sex

7.    When Sole is around Preston’s laser musket is always… fully charged

8.    Preston is a really good cook

9.    For a present, Preston gave sole a little teddy bear wearing a little hat similar to his so Sole always has something to hold on to when they are apart

10. Total lightweights

11. Sole building a hand guard mod for Preston’s rifle to stop him burning his hand

12. During the winter, Preston gathers more blankets to keep he and Sole warm, as well as a small fireplace in the corner of the room

13. Spooning for days

14. Because of the gloves, Preston has really softs hands and a gentle, but firm touch

15. The two get the gang round and have a meal with them every so often

16. The man will not turn down a hug and is always ready to give one

17. Admits that down the line a child wouldn’t be ruled out

18. Sole is thrilled that Preston treat’s Shaun like his own son

19. Preston being the typical shy guy but a real sweetheart

20. Really gentle but firm hugs with a lil smooch

X6-88:

1.       Extremely protective of Sole

2.       Matching sunglasses and death stares

3.       When in private, X6 allows himself to smile in Sole’s company

4.       Takes Sole a good 10 minutes to take off, all of X6’s weapons when trying to get intimate

5.       Machine in the streets, animal in the sheets

6.       Sole is the only person that X6 wont strangle when asked about his feelings

7.       Training and sparring together

8.       Definitely the tall, dark and handsome lover

9.       X6 having a meltdown over the intelligence of some of the characters they come across while in the commonwealth

10.    When sleeping, sleeps perfectly straight on his back with his arms crossed like a mummy

11.    A game or two of “What’s under the trench-coat”

12.    Watching over Shaun like a hawk, as per Father’s wishes

13.    Over time Sole breaking down the tough persona and bringing X6 closer into the group

14.    Sole and X6 becoming the ultimate sarcastic duo

15.    Still believes MacCready is an idiot

16.    Sole has found X6 staying out late drinking with Cait and Gage, much to their surprise that he can hold his drink

17.    Reluctantly is the big spoon, but secretly is into it

18.    Sole has to remind him that when they hug, not to use a death grip on them

19.    Midnight feasts consisting of 86% snacky cakes

20.    Actually a really good kisser

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companions react to ss dying, but being animated like handsome jack on their pip-boy or smth?

Thanks for the request! For this one, I only used companions that could take Sole’s Pip-Boy. So, there’s no Dogmeat or Strong.

Cait: She always felt like trash. Since Sole had died- an event for which she blamed herself- she’d begun drinking more heavily. Her thoughts wandered to chems more often, and there was little to stop her from partaking in them now. She sat on the couch, staring down at the Jet in her hands. It’s the same arm that wears Sole’s Pip-Boy. She can’t bear to look directly at it without thinking of them. She lifts the Jet canister to her lips, slouching back to get ready for the high.

“Wow. We spent hours goin’ through that vault just for you to throw it all away once I’m gone. I’m offended.” Puzzled, she looks around the room. The echoing voice of Sole is there, and she wonders to herself if she drank more than she thought. She hadn’t even puffed any Jet yet, so why was she hearing things? She cursed quietly, hoping she wasn’t going crazy.

“Honestly, I don’t blame you. From what I remember; I was pretty much 80% of your impulse control.” She scoffs at the voice mocking her. “Yeah, right. More like 60, if you ask me.” She hears familiar laughter, and notices a light on the Pip-Boy blinking in time with it. She can’t help but smile, happy to hear their voice again.

Codsworth: Everyone in Sanctuary had noticed how obsessively- or, rather, more obsessively- the Mr. Handy had been looking after things once his employer had passed away. He’d go over the same spots three, sometimes four times before circling around to do it again. He’d talk to himself, saying things like, “There, there, old chap. No need to be upset.” or “Just the way Mrs/Mr. Likes it!” He seemed to be going crazy. The residents kept away from him, for fear of the spinning razor of his to be used on them, rather than on trimming the dead hedges outside of Sole’s house.

He’d been humming some Pre-War song from his memory banks one day, furiously dusting the shelves in what used to be Sole’s bedroom. From the bedside table, where their old Pip-Boy lay, came what sounded like a grumble. He coasted over, curious about the sound. The screen lit up, but only showed the scrolling code of the interface. After a few seconds, the Mr. Handy did his version of a shrug, and floated away. He continued humming, going about re-dusting the whole room.

“Buddy, you really gotta mix it up. I’m getting bored to death here. Oh, wait-” The familiar voice of the Mr. Handy’s employer forces a gasp of surprise from the bot. He swirls around, seeing some kind of projection of them lying on the bed. He floats over, haltingly nervous. While he can’t make out the exact details of the projection, he can tell it’s now sitting up and looking at him.

“Ma’am/Sir! You have no idea how glad I am to hear your voice! Oh, I could sing!”

Curie: “Psst, Curie!” Came a whisper on the wind. The synth woman had grown more used to the familiar voice of her now-deceased comrade floating through her work space. She discovered, after much worrying about her mental state, that their Pip-Boy had stored a model of their likeness; projecting it to her for a reason she had not discovered. She was a woman of science, but her speciality was not in electronics such as this personal computing accessory. Now, her old colleague would float around her, attempting to distract her form her experiments.

They were of some use- in that they could disappear and collect information for her, or spook people she didn’t want in her laboratory. Other than that, no tests had been conclusive- Sole couldn’t interact with objects actively, but rather passively. They could walk on floors or lean on counters, but they couldn’t force anything. Sole also had a radius in which they could exist- approximately 100 metres of the Pip-Boy, which she kept on her person for their sake.

While the discovery of their projection was shocking- it caused her to drop a glass vial, but otherwise no more damage was caused- Curie grew fond of it. It was similar to having Sole around before their death, but they used up less bandages and disinfectant. While they couldn’t easily protect her as she went into the world to collect data, she had learnt from them how to fight effectively. They would also warn her whenever an enemy would approach. Altogether, she was thankful for them. But, she was anxious for the day when the Pip-Boy’s battery eventually died, and could no longer conjure Sole’s likeness.

She figured she should enjoy her time with her friend while she still had it.

Danse: He was working on his power armour as he had been for the past five and a half months since Sole’s death. He’d been working on Sole’s last request- a weird one, but one he’d do nonetheless. He was told to find Sturges in Sanctuary to integrate their Pip-Boy interface into his power armour. The both of them had been working hard, and he was just putting on the finishing touches.

Nearly two months’ work- only breaking for bare necessity- was finally standing before him. It didn’t look any different, and though he knew nothing amazing or catastrophic would happen, he was still a bit disappointed. Somewhere in his head, he thought that maybe if he fulfilled their last request, they’d come back.

He stepped into his power armor, deciding to try out the new interface. It flickered on, and he saw a man with blonde hair, as well a the health of his suit of armor. He flipped through the interface, not paying much attention to it. He found an ‘Inventory’ tab, under which only one item sat. It was labelled ‘Danse.txt’ and, figuring that since it said it name, it was for him; he opened it. Words flashed across the screen, and it was hard to read them at the speed they moved. The last thing he caught was something he was sure was from Sole.

“These days, you always smile like you’re going to cry. Please, give me a real smile. Just this once.”

Deacon: “Pay attention to me.” Sole said, standing with their hands on their hips behind Carrington, who was telling the spy something about a new safehouse. He was trying his best to pay attention to the doctor, but the recently-deceased partner-in-crime over the man’s shoulder was incredibly distracting. He supposed, since no-one else seemed to be able to see them, that he should have told someone about it sooner. But, he couldn’t risk being taken off the field. The only way he was distracting himself from his loss was by burying himself in his work.

He rubbed idly at his wrist where his partner’s Pip-Boy was attached, nodding idly to the doctor before him. Carrington walked off, and Deacon let out a low sigh. He made his way out of the escape tunnel, heading straight toward a place where he could be alone. He went to an abandoned apartment store, immediately lifting his sunglasses to his head so he could rub at his tired eyes in distress. When he opened them, he let out a defeated noise.

His dead partner, illuminated in the same colour as the Pip-Boy interface, sat on the counter of the store, watching him. Their expression was too familiar, and it made him want to throw a nearby can through their hologram of a head. It clanged against the boarded-up window behind them, and they let out a disgruntled ‘hey’. He leans against the counter opposite him, not wanting to or able to bear being near them. Silence passes through the store.

“Why did you have to leave?” He chokes out, his breath burning in his chest. He pushes up his sunglasses, conscious of the burning behind his eyes. Even if they were dead, he still wasn’t comfortable with showing them his weakness. They regard him with a sad sigh, standing from the counter to approach him.

“…I’m here now, aren’t I?” Sole stands in front of him, their arms crossed over their chest. He lets out a wry chuckle, running his hand over his face. “This is the only time I’d accept a hug from you, and you can’t even give me one.” Sole gives him a pitying frown, leaning on the counter next to him. Attempting to cheer him up, they reach an arm behind him and let out a loud ‘ooh, ahh!’ as it appears through his stomach. He lets out an amused scoff and tries to bat away the arm coming through his torso.

“So, does this mean we should change our name to ‘Deacon and the Holograms’?”

Hancock: The clouds of Jet and cigarette smoke were much thicker in the Old State House as of late. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone, when the Mayor would stumble out onto his balcony, the smoke releasing like a vacuum into the night, that he was trying to ignore his grief with chems. It seemed to have become his cure-all; He’d spend loads on caps just to get high for a few minutes and forget the dull throbbing of his chest. He was finally alone.

He rolled off the couch, snatching a bottle of vodka from Fahrenheit’s latest delivery of goods that sat in a pile near the door. He clawed at it with shaking hands, desperately trying to get at the alcohol inside. He could feel his depression seeping in again, and he dropped the thing with a defeated sob. He collapsed on the ground, hoping that he’d just pass out and die along with the last of his dignity.

From the couch, he could feel he was being watched. A ghost, one he was sure was being conjured up by his tormented and drug-filled mind, sat on the couch at all hours. It wouldn’t leave, no matter what he said or did. It felt like a sick trick being played on him. “I need to you to go on living without me.” Sole says from the couch, drawing a defeated scoff from the ghoul.

“Can’t you see that I’m trying?” He whined, but his heart wasn’t in it. Illusion or not, he couldn’t bear to be angry with Sole. They meant too much to him. “Don’t you understand? You were the best thing about me! You were what I loved most about life, and now you’re not even in it.” He splayed out his arms, feeling surprisingly drowsy. He spotted the ghost moving closer, and it lied down next to him.

He wanted a hug. He just wanted to be held by his one friend, but they couldn’t. It was like some sick form of torture.

MacCready: He’d returned to his familiar spot in the Third Rail. Preston, the new general of the Minutemen, had invited him to stay at whichever settlement he wanted. But, after living a sedentary lifestyle for a few months to grieve, he was restless. He sat on the couch of the V.I.P. room, sipping a bottle of Bourbon. He’d only just gotten tipsy when the Pip-Boy on his wrist began beeping. A voice came from it, and with every syllable he was filled more and more with dread.

“You know you’re not even allowed to drink. You’re, like, 13.” The familiar teasing tone from the Pip-Boy made him drop the liquor in his hand. He was fighting to get the thing off him with one hand, but he was too shaky. He manages to slip his hand out of it without undoing the clasps, tossing it onto the couch. Sole, or rather, the Pip-boy, lets out a whining ‘hey’ when it bounces on the red cushion. The mercenary eyes the device, taking a shaky breath. Silence passes between them, and he begins to wonder if maybe he played a holotape by accident. Or, perhaps he was more drunk than he thought.

He runs a hand over his mouth, his chest heaving. He settles back down, lifting the bottle of Bourbon from its place on the ground to his lips.

“Hey, what did I say? Where is Preston when you need him? Who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to leave you alone in a bar? You can’t even pay your tab!” The mercenary puts down the bottle with a huff. “Hey, I can fend for myself, you know!” He points an accusatory finger at the Pip-Boy sitting beside him.

“Oh, really? Because you’re yelling at a high-tech fashion accessory right now, pal! You don’t exactly seem stable to me!” He lets out a groan of frustration. Despite him missing Sole with every fibre of his being, he did not miss being sassed by them.

“You’re a high-tech fashion accessory!” He shouts, not bothering to keep his voice down. He takes a swig of Bourbon, the frustration he was feeling melting into bitterness. “So, you’re a Pip-Boy now. That’s… new.” He shakes his head, having wanted to come up with something better to say. A familiar wry chuckle comes from the device.

“Yeah, really. Your wrist is, like, super sweaty, by the way. You should really see someone about that.” He lets out a scoff and a quiet ‘shut up’. Silence falls over them again, but it’s almost content. He takes another swig, a deep frown on his lips. He spares a glance to the accessory, feeling unusually like it’s looking at him, too.

“Letting go of you will be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do.” He sighs, putting a cigarette between his lips in the hopes of shutting himself up. There’s a silence, and it bears down on him; crushing his chest and leaving him feeling like he needs to gasp in air by the lungful just to breathe. The emptiness left behind by them is more than he’s able to bear. Just when he thought he’d be able to have only nice, technicolor memories of Lucy; death found him again.

“Then don’t let me go.”

Nick: The radio was old; easily older than he was. It was no surprise when it inevitably died. Though the synth typically had no quarrels with the silence, recent events had made the Agency feel lonelier than usual. Hesitantly, he opens the drawer of his desk to pull out the Pip-Boy his old partner had left him.

He puts it down on his desk, fiddling with it to get it to work. It zaps him at one point, and he begins to wonder how much he’d have to bribe Piper with to let him take her radio. The device crackling to life draws his yellow eyes to it. He wipes the dust and grime from it, his brow furrowing when ‘Hello!’ is the only thing displayed on the screen. He shakes it; having done some brilliant I.T. work, and it being one of the multitude of solutions he had. He goes to turn it off and on again, but the screen flashes a new message.

“Wow, not even a hello? That’s a bit rude. And here I was, thinking you still had that Old-World charm you always brag about.” He reads the messages out quietly, looking puzzled. He leans back in his chair, making sure Ellie was indeed out at the noodle stand before completely embarrassing himself.

“Ah, hello?” He tries. The screen flashes, and a new message shows. “Hey! It’s been a while, huh, partner?” He lets out a scoff, assuming it’s some old prank. If he found who messed with Sole’s Pip-Boy, he’d tear them a new one. Evidently, the prank was prepared for his heavy eye-rolling.

“I promise this isn’t a prank. It’s me, Sole.” With a displeased grumble, he puts down the Pip-Boy. “That’s in poor taste.” He grumbles out, unable to remove the deep frown etched into his features. The Pip-Boy lets out a small beep, and he hazards a glance at the screen.

“I’ll prove it.” He reads. The screen flashes again, and then goes blank. He inspects the Pip-Boy closely, not seeing anything else happen. His brow is still furrowed in confusion.

“Please forgive me. It’s hard to get that interface working, and well, you didn’t exactly pay a whole ton of attention to the thing.” A familiar voice comes from behind him. He swivels around, seeing his old partner. Sole, despite being not-quite-there, is just as he remembers. He lets out a scoff, an amazed smile on his face.

“Hell of a trick, kid.”

X6-88: He kept the Pip-Boy. It was the first time he’d ever lied directly to his superiors in the SRB. He knew that if he didn’t hide it well, it’d be the end of him, and worse, he’d never see it again. He was never one for being outwardly sentimental. Of course, he’d told Sole when he was impressed by their skill, or when they did well. He never told them he enjoyed being around them, more than anyone else he’d met. He never told them he would be proud to call them his friend.

He’d been spending more time dawdling on missions as of late. He remembered that Sole always walked slowly outside, watching the sky or the water with a small smile. He’d taken up doing the same less because he found the sight visually appealing, and more as an homage to this amazing being who had inspired him so.

He was sitting on a rooftop; ‘scouting out the area’, he’d decided to say, if anyone asked. He fiddled with the device between his hands, not really trying to do anything with it. Evidently, he’d pressed something, because a loud beep sounded from it. He decided it would be best to set it down.

He watches the sun slowly setting the sky on fire; letting out a low sigh as he’d seen Sole do so many times before. He wasn’t sure why it was nice, but it made him feel almost calm. It was the most peaceful he’d felt his entire existence, not to mention since the future of the Institute had died.

“I like the evening sky more than the morning. Something about seeing everything turn into a silhouette against the bright oranges and yellows is just amazing. I also love when the clouds are like cotton candy against the blue sky.” X6 looked to his left, seeing a vague figure sitting there. With furrowed brows, he reached out to touch them. This was Sole, no doubt; but for one, they were dead. Two, if they somehow weren’t, how did they sneak up on him? He was starting to doubt himself.

Piper: “Any juicy new information for me?” Piper asks as her old friend floats through her office. Like Curie, she was shocked by the Pip-Boy projecting Sole back into the world. She was slightly more violent towards the hologram at first; trying to shoot it out of her office while it tried to explain. Now, she used Sole’d new-found ability to be good at scouting out information for new stories. Piper had become the best newspaper in the history of Boston thanks to Sole’s death.

While she had trouble writing, or doing… anything, just after Sole’s death, being able to work with this weird hologram version of them gave her some good closure.

Preston: Sole had given him so much to live for; so much life was thriving in the settlements they’d made, and now he had people to rely on him. Things could finally be good. All that was missing was them.

He sat in bed reading, so as to distract himself from creeping thoughts. He’d been using their old Pip-Boy as a light to read by, finding it as a pleasant reminder of them. His sappy, poetic side compared it to Sole being a literal light in the darkness. It was effective in its job, except until the screen turned off completely. With brows furrowed, he tapped the screen. It did nothing, so he tried again.

“Oh, I love that book!” Comes a voice from behind him. With an incredibly effeminate shriek and a wild dive for the floor, he leaves his book behind. A translucent version of Sole’s face, the same colour as the Pip-Boy interface, in coming through the wall above his bed. It’s busting a gut laughing at him, and moves through to sit on his bed.

“You’re about as graceful as a train barreling through a china shop. Or a baby doe on a trampoline!” Sole dissolves into a fit of laughter, hardly concealing it for his sake. He lies on the ground, watching this relic of his lost friend with amazement. They quiet after a while, their gaze landing on him.

“It’s good to see you again, General.”