#curie x sole survivor

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hello! Could you do an alphabet (SFW or NSFW) for Curie?

Curie SFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.1k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

It doesn't come as naturally as it might for someone else since she hasn't been socialized around people for a very long time, but all things considered, she's very affectionate. She often comes up and holds your hand or will lay her head on your shoulder if you're sitting beside each other. Being a Miss Nanny, she was programmed to know the appropriate times to show affection or comfort and what to do depending on the situation and person.

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Curie is gentle, kind, and incredibly thoughtful. She always manages to check in on you and offers great advice to help with anything you might be struggling with.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She does! She loves curling up beside you and resting her head on your chest. It feels so natural to her and it also allows her to make sure your heart is beating at a regular rate.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This one's complicated. She'd love to settle down and live as one would've before the war, but she doesn't think she could give up her life as a researcher. If she were to settle down, she'd prefer it to be in an area where a lot happens so that she can go out and take notes whenever she feels the need to. She's also amazing at cooking and cleaning, both are a part of her initial programming.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Very sadly and apologetic-like. She'd hate to have to do it, but sometimes that's just how it has to be. She'd let you down as softly as she could manage and would comfort you if she felt it was necessary.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She would love to get married! And would say yes as soon as you popped the questions.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Curie's touches are always light and her words are always soft. She'd never dare do anything that could be considered rude or aggressive in any sense and would much prefer to soothe rather than aggravate.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She adores them! She always wraps her arms around your torso and squeezes you tightly against her.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She probably says it as soon as you both make it official. Her being French and new to the whole dating scene, she doesn't fully grasp the intent and emotion the word can have.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She's never been jealous in her life and would be happy if you made friends. Even if someone was flirting with you, it'd fly right over her head.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her go-to is to kiss your hands or cheeks in a very delicate and gentle manner.

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

As a former Miss Nanny? Yes, she's amazing with them.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are spent with her revising her notes and making you as healthy of breakfast as she can manage with the ingredients given.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent taking long walks and talking back and forth about how each of your days went, while she simultaneously gathers objects off the ground to take back to the house and research until you wake up again in the morning.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

The most open book you'd ever find. Everything about her is laid out on the table. She's not one to keep anything a secret from you.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She hardly ever gets angry. You'd have to commit genocide for her to even raise her voice at you.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Curie studies you like she would anything else. You're her favorite person and she thinks it's important to research every bit about you. There's not a single detail she'd ever forget about you.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Every moment with you is her favorite, however, anytime you brought her back flowers never fail to make her blush.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She'd defend you to her death if she had to, of course, she rather it not come to that, but she's much more easily repairable than you are.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She puts in a ton of effort. She believes you deserve the best and Curie never does anything by halves.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

It can sometimes be hard for her to interpret the mood of a room which can then lead her to doing or saying something out of pocket. She can also have a hard time putting what she feels into words which can lead to confusion and misunderstandings at times.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Unless it's for a special occasion, she doesn't care.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, her research and findings are what completes her, not her relationships.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She loves fidgeting with your hands when she's nervous or just in general.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Violence or anger issues of any kind. She finds it to be a tad barbaric and would rather you practice breathing exercises than immediately resort to beating things.

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She doesn't sleep.

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[harveywritings92]

Curie: Have you ever considered therapy for your repressed anger issues? I imagine it would help.

Sole: Oh, they're not repressed. I'm expressing them a lot.

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[nukaberries]

Hi! Can I have the non-human companions' reaction to a male sole that is very protective of them? Like if they're at a bar and someone shouts "get out of here freak/bucket of bolts/etc" he's beating the crap out of them immediately and when he's done he just goes back to the said companion and is all caring like "are you ok? Do you need anything?" Djdjfnfnejjr p l e a s e I've had this idea for so long

Non-human companions will always have a special place in my heart (especially Hancock because characters from Goodneighbor will always be superior to me), so this ask is really fun! Besides, I'm pretty sure every Hancock or Valentine fan has sided against the Brotherhood just for this reason. Also I have a feeling I could be missing someone, since I almost forgot Codsworth and Strong, so please let me know if I am, I can just add them on lmao

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Non-Human Companions React to M!Sole Being Protective (Includes: Curie, Codsworth, Hancock, Nick, Strong and X6-88)

Curie She insists that Sole didn't have to go to all that trouble for her, she understands that some people are bound to dislike her simply based on her appearance and although that can be disheartening, she's come to accept it. She's a little shocked by how Sole reacts, he's never been particularly violent if he can help it, but it's more how quickly his mood changes afterwards when he goes to check on her that catches her more off guard than anything. She can't help but feel touched by the gesture though, it's nice to know that there's someone willing to look out for her.

Codsworth The Commonwealth is a lot different than it was 210 years ago, Codsworth still remembers the days when people would clamour at the opportunity to have their very own Mr. Handy. Now, all he seems to be is target practice or scrap metal to the inhabitants of the wasteland. Nevertheless, that doesn't mean he's immune to how some people tend to treat him. While Sole's act of violence is quite concerning to him, Codsworth does find himself grateful that his old friend is willing to defend him against the abuse he's become accustomed to. Codsworth assures Sole he's fine and insists that he doesn't cause so much ruckus on his behalf, but he will make a point to thank him profusely for caring, even if he is just a robot butler.

Hancock While Goodneighbor is more than welcoming to people from all walks of life, Hancock isn't blind to the treatment of his kind outside the walls. He'd seen it with his own brother in Diamond City and Hancock wishes that he'd fought as hard for the exiled ghouls as Sole had just fought for him. The name calling doesn't bother him, really, he's heard it all before and he can handle himself. What catches him off guard is Sole beating the bigot that had insulted him to a pulp. He does figure that Sole might owe him one, considering Hancock had handled Finn for him the day they'd met. Still, he assures Sole that he's fine and clarifies that he can fight his own battles, not that the show Sole had put on wasn't entertaining to watch.

Nick Valentine Being around as long as Nick has, he knows what people think of his kind and sometimes it can be hard to blame them. The Institute are dangerous and they've taken countless lives for their own selfish gain, even though it's not his fault he has to walk around looking like their poster boy, he can understand why people might take out their frustration on him. Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't quick to bite back to defend himself. On this occasion though, Sole was quicker and much more vicious and Nick had barely managed to comprehend what had just happened before Sole was back at his side asking if he was okay. Nick was fine, as usual, and only might a slightly irritated remark about Sole using his words next time rather than his fists, before thanking him.

Strong He doesn't really understand the insult being thrown at him and, although he definitely will try to join in, he isn't too sure as to why Sole is attacking a random civilian. Once Sole has made sure that Strong is okay - which, of course, he is - and once he's explained what had just happened and why, Strong isn't particularly bothered, he knows Super Mutants are the superior race, the comments of a "puny human" won't change that.

X6-88 A snide remark from a worthless scavenger means absolutely nothing to him, but apparently it means a lot to Sole, who doesn't hesitate to give the scavenger a beatdown and make him apologise to X6. He decides to wait, rather impatiently, for Sole to be done, before asking that he doesn't cause such a scene again for something so meaningless. Deep down though, Sole knows that's his way of saying thank you.

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[wibbley-wobble]

#only included ones who ACTUALLY want to give you head. others still there tho #also am I referring to felagio or cunnilingus? yes. #fallout #fallout 4 #John Hancock #hancock #maccready #robert maccready #paladin danse #danse #cait fallout 4 #piper wright #piper fallout 4 #preston garvey #curie #curie fallout 4 #hancock x sole survivor #maccready x sole survivor #cait x sole survivor #piper x sole survivor #danse x sole survivor #curie x sole survivor #preston x sole survivor #polls #fo4 #fo4 hancock #fo4 preston #fo4 maccready #fo4 cait #fo4 companions

[fallrimxreader]

Companions react to sole going AFK

Cait: Goes and leans against a tree or building. Keeping eyes open for anything alarming.

Curie: Stands by Sole and takes notes of what they do. (Nothing)

Codsworth: Begins to groom sole, cleaning them of dirt and brushing hair. Then checks the area for enemies.

Deacon: Depending on what sole is wearing, like a hat or jacket, Deacon will take it off sole and put it on himself. Then he will wait for sole to come back and notice. 

Dogmeat: He sits in front of Sole, looking up to them whining, his head tilted.

Danse: Keeps his guard up and patrols the area for enemies.

Hancock: Checks sole out, admiring the view. (If romantically involved he makes a mental note to make love to that beautiful frame.) Then starts trying to move their limbs to put them into a funny position.

McCready: Sits against a tree, takes a drink, then a nap.

Piper: Looks around for a new story, taking notes, leaning against sole as they are more comfortable than a tree.

Preston: Sticks right next to sole assuming they will be back soon. He’ll sit when his legs get tired, but usually he’ll just walk circles around sole.

Strong: He nudges sole trying to get them to move. But when he realizes they are an immovable force he will leave. Just to get himself some food, then he comes back to munch it while watching sole.

Valentine: He takes a seat, pulls out a book, and reads until sole returns.

X6-88: Times exactly how long they go AFK for. As soon as sole gets back he lets them know how long they were gone for and tells sole all the things they could have done in that time. 

#sole survivor #companions x reader #fallout 4 #fallout imagines #caitlyn siehl #codsworth #curie #paladin danse #Deacon #dogmeat #john hancock #maccready #valentine #Piper #preston garvey #Strong #x6-88

[imdoingaokay]

Do Romanced!Fallout 4 Characters like kissing on New Years?

Told ya'll.

Happy New Years BTW.

This will probably be the last thing I write for this year. But don't worry! I'm still working on writing more for you all~!

Cait: Yes, it’s sloppy though because she’s literally pissed drunk. 

Curie: Yes, but it’s a quick peck on the lips while she’s all giggly and going “hehehe” to herself

Danse: Big yes, but he’s blushing, he pulls you away from the party and gives you a nice little smooch.

Deacon: Yes, in front of everyone. Hopefully, both of you are in front of Carrington, who pretends to vomit.

Gage: No. Not in public. Not in front of the rest of the gangs… the second he gets you away though… He’s doing more than kissing.

Hancock: YES. And it’s great. He’s also drunk, but he’s holding his liquor a bit better. So it’s a bit more gentle.

MacCready: Yes, he’s happy to give a lil’ kiss to you. He’s totally all over that and checks his breath three times minimum to make sure it smells good.

Nick Valentine: Yes, it’s very romantic. He stops paying attention to the countdown a focuses completely on you, the second the clock hits zero he gives you the most breathless, sweetest kiss you can imagine. Totally takes off his hat and uses it to hide whatever kissing you two are doing.

Old Longfellow: Also piss drunk, also kisses you, smells so bad though.

Piper: Yes! She loves that New Years' kiss! She does something where she gives you kisses all over your face first, then goes in for the actual kiss.

Preston: Like Curie, he’s all “hehehe I get to kiss the General” and totally bounces on his feet waiting for the countdown to be over so he can give you a kiss that has your foot popping off the ground. Also uses his hat to hide your faces.

X6-88: Kinda lame, he doesn’t kiss you on the lips, not right away. He kisses you on the cheek and when you get upset, he pauses and gives you a proper kiss.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #cait fallout 4 #fallout cait #cait #fallout 4 curie #curie fallout 4 #paladin danse #danse #deacon fallout 4 #deacon x sole survivor #porter gage #john hancock #hancock #maccready #robert maccready #nick valentine #old longfellow #fo4 piper #fo4 preston #preston garvey #preston #fo4 x6 88 #x6 88

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 10 -- Curie

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 10 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Sensory Deprivation with Curie x g/n Sole

Yay, it's Curie's turn! This was nice to write, since she didn't get a space in last year's kinktober, and I just... I mean it's Curie, what's not to love?

I hope you all like it! 😁

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Sensory Deprivation, tickling, blindfolds, restraints, safewords, enthusiastic consent, (light) whipping, little bit of degradation, threats (during roleplay), orgasm control/denial, aftercare. 

Words: 4.2k

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“It is so soft!” Curie exclaimed, a smile lighting up her half-covered expression as Sole’s fingers left her. “You said zhis was meant to be intense, but I find it quite comfortable so far.”

“Well, it’s not supposed to hurt.” Curie could feel the way Sole’s fingers tightened the silky fabric winding over her wrists. “Not unless you want it to, that is.” 

A shiver ran up the synth’s spine as Sole’s voice appeared close to her, as their breath tickled over her ear. 

“M-maybe not just yet.” She laughed nervously as her eyes blinked beneath the soft blindfold. 

“Of course. Starting off easy, love.” 

Their hands smoothed down Curie’s bare sides, and her wrists jerked against the soft restraints holding them to the bed's headboard.

“Oh! Yes, I… Yes, that is a good idea, I think.” 

“You remember our ‘stop’ word?” Sole’s voice took on a new quality, more serious, and they paused their movements over Curie’s body. 

“Oui. Yes, I do, my love.” She nodded to them, feeling her chest heat at the sentiment. 

It felt… strange– lovely, yes-- but strange to have someone fawn over her, to care about her comfort, her limits, her point of view. Especially in these contexts. 

If zhe old Curie could see me now…

She smiled lightly at the thought, and Sole must’ve seen that as the ‘go ahead,’ for soon enough, Curie felt another soft tug at the restraints tying her to the bed, this time around her secured ankles. 

“Good. Bien.” They said to her, and then their touch vanished. 

Silence followed, even the sounds of the night were muted, as the room was closed, sealed and darkened to her senses. The blindfold muffled her hearing somewhat, as well as kept her vision shrouded in black, so as Sole moved around the room– maybe even left the room?-- Curie was completely at their mercy, and completely ignorant as to what was to come. 

That thought caused something to spark within her, to flutter with nerves, but also boil with anticipation. 

By the time Sole made their presence known, Curie was breathing hard, feeling the tug of the ribbons fastened over her skin with each intake of breath. She shuddered as something cold ran up the outside of her leg, from ankle through to upper thigh in one unbroken swipe. 

Metal? No, not cold enough, not as hard… Leather?

Oh, could they be using that popular… cravache? Would they?

She wasn’t opposed to it, she’d once, early on in their relationship, told her dear partner she wanted to try everything with them. Any experience that was authentic and human, anything that allowed her to explore her new body, their thought processes, to feel the way she never had the chance to before… 

But even so, if we’re starting slow, well, this isn’t slow, is it? Could Sole think that it is? 

If that’s what they consider light and easy, zhen what possibly is to come? 

The pressure was gone just as quickly as it appeared, and Curie felt her heartbeat pick up, almost pre-anticipating a lay of the switch upon her. She felt her leg flinch at the thought, felt her lips tug down in a frown without her conscious command to do so. 

“Shhh…” 

Curie’s face jerked away at the feel of Sole’s breath upon the exposed skin of her jaw. 

“Allow yourself to relax, amore.” They adopted her pet name for emphasis, and the synth felt another light brush over her skin. This time over the uncovered part of her face, this time warm, soft. 

Them. Their fingers.

Curie released a heavy breath, something still so relieving to her in a way that she could never seem to explain in her documentation of human feelings and experiences. Something about the intentional exhale of air in a way so similar to how it’s done every time, but still, so vastly different, it was so calming, so unburdening, so… well, relaxing. 

“Good, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” 

A light kiss pressed on her cheek, and Curie found herself leaning into the contact with an appreciative grin. 

“Trust me, hm?” 

She knew that, knew that her Sole would never hurt her, but this experience, this unknown, this lack of stimulation while held in such suspense of contact with the inevitably unknown, it left her more reactive than she could’ve anticipated. 

I’ll have to make a note of zhis feeling– 

Another touch laid upon her skin in the next instant, this time, upon her wrist, before it slid downward until it reached her armpit, where it left her, and a tingling trail, in its wake. 

Curie felt another shiver run up her spine, until she was jerking, almost violently away from a distinctly new sensation at the most– surprisingly– sensitive of places. A series of light, softly fluttering… things were brushed over the middle of her armpit, thankfully, only once. 

She exclaimed as they did it again, and even through the fabric of the blindfold, heard Sole’s mirrored chuckling as the bits of… what could it be? Paper? Bits of light, thin fabric? String? Dragged over her sensitive skin. 

“Oh, mon dieu!” She couldn’t help but giggle as Sole stroked the thing over her again, and again. And another few times, until Curie was a cackling, writhing mess against her restraints, the ribbons pulling against her until they surely left reddened marks on her paleness. 

“Please, non, non! Sole you are murdering me!” 

They carried on for but a few more moments, before releasing Curie from– whatever that could’ve been. 

She’s never... her body has never felt anything like that. So overwhelming… Like horrible pain, but laced with joy? It was another one of those feelings that was difficult for her to fathom, let alone describe. 

The harder end of the… torture instrument dragged over her skin again, but it was no less frustrating than the soft end. The way it lightly touched over her ribcage, the way her partner zig-zagged the handle of it over her made her body twist ineffectively and her breath huff with the effort of holding back more laughter.

Then the sensation was gone just as suddenly, and Curie took the moment of respite to gain back some breath. Only a moment passed though, before the device was turned around again, and the synth was reminded of the frustration that came with the more ticklish side, especially as it dusted so lightly, teasingly over her ribs. 

“Enough, si vous plait! I cannot take any more of zhis!” She managed to say through a fit of painful laughter that had her lungs aching and her abdomen flexing to the point of soreness, but just as soon as the words left her, she knew what Sole would ask her. 

“Are you–?”

“Non, no,” Curie reassured them as they paused their movement over her, “Amor(e), just– Oh, it is frustrating! Zhat is all, but–” 

She was cut off by another fit of giggles as they stroked horizontally, over her belly button, before bringing the instrument down to brush over the insides of her soft thighs. 

“Ah, I…” A sigh escaped Curie’s throat of its own accord as the contact vanished for but a moment, before the harder end pressed down, in that spot. The one so sensitive, it could bring about that loud, thunderous release that she had always heard referred to as le petite mort. 

And aptly named it was, she had realized not long after engaging in her relationship with Sole more intimately than she’d ever dreamed she’d be able to. 

Her body thrummed with heat at the way they pressed the circular, hardened edge of the thing against her periodically, sliding it up and down and to and fro until Curie was panting and her hips were fighting to rise from beneath it. It was too much and too little all at once, the pressure against her was hard, while the wood of the device was even harder, but it was unfocused with the way it swiped over her, and sometimes it was too rough or jarring to be pleasurable. Curie felt the edge of her release ebbing and flowing like choppy, frustrating waves washing up to her, but never submerging. Even as her hips attempted to buck, to get the pressure just right against her little nub, the restraints held firm against her limbs, keeping her, infuriatingly, locked in place. 

“Hm, you were saying something?” Sole’s voice piped up from above her, and despite the blindfold and the haze of her perpetually approaching pleasure, Curie caught her ears pricking at the sound of them, and her eyes blinking open to glimpse upon their face... Or try and glare at them, rather, as they pulled their touch cruelly away from that sensitive, blissful place between her pale thighs. Still though, somehow, Curie could so vividly envision her partner's mischievous little grin at the action as they noted the way she had begun to glisten with evidence of how much she wanted the pressure to stay, wanted them to continue. 

“...Quoi?”

“You were going to say something, but I’m afraid I interrupted you.” Sole clarified, but Curie was still trying to gather herself, to understand why they would bring this up now?

Then, the hardened end of the–

I wish I knew what zhis thing was called. Le bâton? Oui, peut être…

The baton dragged over her leg again, maddeningly far from that pulsing, needy nub between her lower lips as they talked to her like it were an everyday conversation over coffee in the morning. 

“Mon amor(e), you must continue. I shall die if you don’t!” 

Sole tutted at her, and the contact left again, and then they were gone as well. The dull thuds of their footsteps sounded, and then were silenced as they left her on their bed, tied and wanting.

Ils/Elles ne peuvent pas être sérieux. Just to leave me here?

She could feel the way her cheeks flushed at the sticky feeling forming between her thighs, the mess going so far as to drip down onto the mattress. 

At least my cheeks are hidden, no? Zhat is one saving grace, zhey cannot see how I blu–

“Oh, sweetheart, how lovely you look there…” 

Curie’s head turned instinctively towards the sound, and despite everything, despite it being Sole– who was more than used to seeing her nue, and despite what they had just been doing, she felt the need to cover her body from their eyes, wherever they might be. Again though, it was no use at all with the ribbons holding her in place. 

“Oh, you villain! Sole, amor(e), please, you musn’t leave me here!” 

Yes, it might’ve sounded a bit dramatic, Curie realized, but the desperation was tangible in her words, as plain in her voice as the blush upon her skin, as the need shining there for her partner to see. 

“Easy, my love, I’m not leaving. Just… Mixing things up a bit, that’s all.” 

Curie’s throat contracted as she gulped, but even still, her teeth set down upon her lower lip in tingling anticipation. 

“You didn’t seem to mind the hardness of the feather duster’s handle, so…” 

Then there was another sensation, this one smoother than the last, but still unforgiving, and slightly ridged, like tightly woven rope that’s been polished down to…

Oh. La cravache.

Her suspicions were all but confirmed as Sole gave her a light swat with the end of the whip on the meat of her thigh. It didn’t hurt, but still, she couldn’t hold back the way her body jolted at the sudden sharp touch. 

Another moment passed, and another swift tap laid upon her, this time closer to the inside of her thigh, and Curie released a high-pitched gasp at the slight stinging sensation. 

Sole hummed their approval of her reaction, and another warm surge of… what was it? Like pleasure, but also somewhat like pride? It didn’t matter what it was called, she supposed, she only knew that whenever Sole made their low sounds of approval, when they sighed in pleasure from something she’d done, when they commended her actions, she felt a burst of sensation all through her chest, her belly, and down her spine. 

So, when the switch came down upon her again, this time harder, and again on the meat of her thigh, Curie didn’t hold anything back. A squeak left her in surprise, but then a sigh followed, it was a pleasured, breathy thing that had her stomach muscles clenching, and the back of her head pressing back into the pillows with force enough to sink them into the mattress. 

“Oh?” Sole said, and she could feel that cheeky quality dripping from their voice. “She likes it, does she?” 

Curie could feel herself blushing, surely more than noticeable against the lightness of her skin. But she didn’t respond, oh, she couldn’t! How embarrassed she was; something she was so unsure about trying at all, and now this is her reaction? 

“Does she?” Her partner asked more insistently this time, while laying the head of the cravache lightly upon her red skin where it had snapped her a moment ago. 

Curie bit into her lip without answering them, feeling… daring. 

L'esprit de rébellion. She could feel it burning in her, for maybe the first time in her life as a synth, or maybe at all. It was… exaltant. 

“Hmm, so that’s how it will be, huh?” 

The head of the crop slid down her leg to tickle at her toes lightly. She tried to jerk away, obviously without success. 

“You want me to really use this thing?” 

Sole was playing a part here, it was true, but their true self shone brightly through the dominating facade, in the form of their own exhilaration, so plain in their low voice. It had goose prickles crawling up Curie’s arms, not only in anticipation of what was to come, but utter delight. 

Perhaps zhis… Zhis is something I could be used to one day.

And sweet, innocent, coy Curie? Who would’ve thought?

She smiled then, as her partner removed the crop from its place toying with the sensitive sole of her foot. 

“S’pose that’s a 'yes,' then.” 

They sounded near as excited as she felt, as they spoke, and in the next moment, the switch came down upon her again, but now it was hard. 

A sharp sting rang out from her thigh, this time closer to the inside, where the skin was more tender, more easily bruised and marked. 

Sole seemed to revel in that fact, as it came down again, so near to the first, which was surely growing pinker by the second. Curie felt herself growing warm with the pain, with the plaisir mixed in with it, warm in her head, warm where she was marked, warm in her belly, and between her thighs. She could feel her bliss dripping down onto the mattress by the time Sole’s assaults reached her center, the softer tip of their weapon rubbing teasingly– no, threateningly– against her pulsing clit as all that sounded through the room were her own racking breaths and the pounding of her heart. 

Perhaps the crop sliding between her folds was making noise too, perhaps Sole was breathing as hard as she was, maybe grunting with the effort of wielding the crop at the same moments Curie was half moaning, half shouting out her shock with each time the leather dashed her skin. No matter the case though, Curie found herself wishing she could see it. See their face, their inevitably intense eyes as they gazed down on her, wished she could see the sweat glistening so prettily on them, see the rise and fall of their chest, maybe their own nudeness? She didn’t even know if they’d removed their own clothes, but oh, how she so enjoyed the sight of her partner so bare to her! 

Sole was beautiful, so strong, but soft all at once. Like this, like their touches upon her with the switch. Rough, when it suited them, when the world demanded it from them, but that sweet, tenderness that they showed to her so frequently, a light touch, a whispered word… They were in juxtaposition with themself, as much as their new life was with their old. It reminded Curie of… well, herself. 

C'est comme si nous étions pareils. Like we complete each other… Were made for each other, even. 

She felt so overwhelmed just then, but even so, without her expressions, her teary eyes to show it, Sole made the decision to continue. Remorselessly. 

Her exclamation could’ve been heard clear to the Castle, Curie was sure, but she didn’t have it in her to be embarrassed anymore, to think what others might think about her, about Sole. It was only the now. Only this present moment, with the sting of Sole’s blows clashing with the sheer pleasure of them, the heat upon her, within her, the strong feelings of passion, of sadness and joy and appreciation, of release and freedom, it was all overwhelming her senses, keeping her grounded here. With so much to experience now, there was no future or past, no crisis, no history, no tragedy, no hope, no fear. Only this, her and Sole, and their feelings. 

How was she supposed to understand, to document these experiences when she was no longer in this moment? It was like nothing she’s felt, nothing she would feel again, but goodness, she hoped she would. 

But she couldn’t, not while Sole rained down another lash from the crop onto her clit, sending her into another scream of unbridled ecstasy. 

There was nothing else, no sight, no sound, no taste but the air, all she could do was feel. And something this explosive? To be felt and only felt pushed her to a new level of human experience, showed her what it meant to have flesh. Feeling pain… was never something she’d thought much about, and when she did, for the first time, she’d never wanted to feel it again. Now though, she almost could think of nothing she wanted more. 

Sole gave her a small bit of respite, then, merely rubbing the crop over her sore, oversensitive clit as Curie felt her thighs shake, felt her chest spasm as her breathing found a rhythm again. 

“You alright, love?” Sole whispered to her. 

Not a part of the scene they were playing. 

She could only nod, her throat sore and scratchy from her screams. 

“Want to keep going?” They asked, and she nodded again, not even hesitating. 

“Need to hear you say it, amore.” 

Their movement paused over her pussy, and she managed to croak out a ‘yes,’ despite her tender vocal chords. 

“Hmm. Good, not too much more to go.”

Curie could hear the smile in their voice, and their performance creeping back into it. 

“Just keep moaning aloud for me.” They all but commanded, “I love hearing your desperation. And who would’ve known? Sweet, little Curie…” 

Sole laughed a bit at that, the synth wasn’t entirely sure why. 

It’s what zhey thought, no?

It’s what I thought, zhat I know for certain. 

“I thought you might be into this though… So eager, so willing to please. To experience intense feelings, like these,” The crop came down against her clit suddenly, and Curie couldn’t keep the gasp from leaving her.

“Even at your own expense. I knew it. Knew you had the potential to be a little pain slut.” 

Her eyes widened beneath the blindfold, her mouth hanging open as they rubbed the nose of the crop over her. This time, in hard, insistent circles that left her hips floundering against her restraints. 

“See? Look at you. So desperate for me to give you more. To hurt you more. You’d do anything for this, wouldn’t you?” 

Curie’s mouth closed tight, now it was more than defiance keeping her silent. 

“Dear, if you don’t answer me, I’ll keep you here all night.” 

Not really a threat, seeing as I am enjoying myself, Sole you will ‘ave to do bett–

“And come morning? I’ll leave you. I won’t make you cum, won’t let any of that pent-up pleasure release. Just keep you here, all tied up, shrouded in blackness and silence, until you’re willing to speak. To beg me to continue.” 

Curie felt a shudder pass through her entire body, from her shivering shoulders down to her feet, to her curled toes.  

“Or maybe I’ll gag you. Then, nothing at all could save you.” 

A moan left her involuntarily as the crop caught painfully at her swollen clit, making her hips buck against the unforgiving ribbons tying her down. 

“Hm. As much as that appeals to me… If you choose to be a good girl, here and now, and answer me… I’ll–”

“Please.” Curie breathed out, not entirely of her own volition, but… What Sole was doing to her, what they were promising… She wasn't sure if she could take it, if, by the end of the evening, or even the third hour of their play, she’d even want to.

“Please, Sole, yes. I like it, I love it, but…” 

“... But?” 

“I cannot take it! You must let me finish, please. I cannot take much more.”

She could feel their eyes on her, raking up and down her body as it trembled, as the marks reddened and her muscles tensed. 

Finally, Sole granted her a mercy. 

There was one last tight snap of the crop, and then it left her. Their soft hands descended now, and then their softer, wetter tongue. It caressed her folds, parted them to languidly suck at her swollen, red clit with such care and attention, Curie felt her eyes well up with tears. 

A new kind of moan left her, more of a whine, as Sole’s lips and tongue made love to her oversensitive pussy. With their attention on her like this, the push and pull of their lips, the roll of their dexterous tongue, it took no more than a few moments, and Curie was crying out her partner’s name, her fingers clenching, her back arching as much as it could in her position, and she was spilling her release out onto the bed, onto her partner, who lapped at her gratefully, gently easing the synth through her all-encompassing end. 

“Oh, mon dieu. Sole, mon amor(e)... Je suis accablé.” Curie managed to say between shallow, quick breaths, as her body sank down into the mattress like a lead casket. 

They groaned against her thigh, where she felt the point of their chin resting on her skin, dimpling the already marked flesh. 

“I ‘ave never felt… I mean, anything, like zhat. It was… It was incroyable.” 

The pressure moved from her leg, and next she knew, Sole’s face was swimming into focus as they pulled the blindfold off her. 

“You were incredible, Curie.” Their voice was so soft again, as soft as their eyes, as they took in the sight of her, all wrung out from the pleasure they’d pulled from her, they’d shot into her. 

One by one, Sole removed her restraints, but Curie didn’t bother moving, not when her limbs felt like dead weight and all she wanted was to close her eyes. Yet, her heart still pounded… It was difficult for her to make sense of right now.  

“Now, lemme take care of you, okay?” Their hand brushed over her shoulder lightly, encouraging her to sit up, and though that task felt herculean in her current state, with Sole’s support, she managed. 

“I’ll get some water, and would you like ice for the red spots here?” 

Her eyebrows knitted together, before she looked down to her skin– splotchy, irritated, and even purple in some spots– and nodded. 

Sole returned a few moments later, while Curie gazed into nowhere. 

How could I go from feeling… so much, just to zhis? Is it supposed to feel zhis way?

“How are you feeling?” 

She took a sip of water, cool liquid trailing shockingly down her body the entire way, until it reached her stomach. 

“A little… strange. Je ne sais pas…”

“You want a hug?” They offered, holding an ice pack in place on her thigh that she hadn’t even realized was there. 

“Oui.” Curie found herself nodding to them. 

She still felt odd, as Sole wrapped their arms around her, but at least now she felt… warm? Comforted? 

“You did so well, Curie. I’m really proud of you, love.” Sole pressed a kiss to her forehead then, and she felt them take a deep breath that poured over the top of her head with its release. It inspired her to do the same, breathing in deeply, and breathing out. A simple thing, she knew. But still, it made all the difference. 

“I ‘ad fun…” She whispered, and felt Sole’s lips spread in a smile from where they rested against her head. 

“Mm. Me too.” They kissed her again, and after a few moments of this, of Sole’s comforting support, of their hushed words of praise and soft, stroking hands, Curie felt light again. A sense of weight trickled off of her, she felt relieved, careless and free. 

Not too soon, surely, perhaps not for a week or more would she be back in the position she was in tonight, but even still, Curie knew… she wanted to feel it again. 

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[incorrectfallout-4quotes]

Piper: Why are Sole and Preston sitting with their backs to each other?

Curie: They had a fight.

Piper: Then why are they holding hands?

Curie: They get sad when they fight.

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[grumpymirelurkqueen]

Cait, Curie and Deacon react to sole acting like a player :

An idea from someone on Ao3.

I haven't reread it.

- Cait :

Sole was planted like a prick in front of Arthuro. No expression on his face, everything was linear, even when the wind was blowing hard into his neck. Cait looked at Sole with annoyance. She didn't know how to react to his inactivity. But it made her seethe inside, not seeing the point of staying like a piece of shit here in Diamond City.

" What are you doing there?" she asks, her arms crossed and her eyebrows knitting together.

- I'm waiting for Arthuro to get some new merchants.

- And how long do we have to wait ?

- As long as it takes," admitted sole, still linear at the robotic limit.

When she sees his stony expression, she sometimes wonders if sole isn't a synth. In a rage she goes far away to let off steam on nearby raiders.

It was only three days later that sole returned to Sanctuary Hill with everything he needed. Cait was still angry with sole. But she agreed to go with him anyway.

- Curie (from a bug in my console) :

Every time you try to change weapons, you stick a stimpak in your arm. Curie thought you were seriously injured.

" Madame are you injured ?

- What? No, of course not. I just want to change weapons.

- Oh I see, she whispered "

- Deacon :

It had been several hours since sole had moved, blinked or spoken. At first Deacon didn't pay any attention thinking sole was in their heads, like him sometimes. So he leaves their house for their privacy, leaving them standing like a leek in the middle of the living room with their feet up on the sofa (Deacon is a complete idiot!). The next morning he goes into the living room and sees sole again as he did yesterday afternoon. It was only then that he started to worry. He moved closer to sole, pulling his glasses down over his nose to get a better look. Nothing has changed on his screwing, the position of his body on the sofa, a statue he told himself. A long time ago he read a pre-war book about "the best world records". He thought that sole would do that. So he sat down on the seat opposite the sofa and watched, impatient for sole to stop.

A few hours later Sole comes back to life. Sole sees Deacon sitting on the seat opposite him, a bottle in his hand. On the small table to his right are two untouched glasses. Sole wonders if he is celebrating something. So Sole breaks the silence.

"We're celebrating something, Deacon," asks sole, completely lost.

- Finaly, exclaims Deacon, smashing the bourbon cork on the metal ceiling. I'm glad you've finally finished your super-realistic imitation of a statue. By smashing the world record, but when do we eliminate the institute, he asks, handing a full glass to sole.

This request drew a smile from Sole, who politely refused the glass.

" We're going now, Deacon, no time to lose.

- That's the sole I knew."

Thank to read it. My request are open.

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[out-of-the-loupe]

Dans Le Bleu, Chapter 1

Summary: Renee Jones has finally arrived in the Boston Commonwealth after spending the last few years in the Capital Wasteland. Eager to leave her past behind her, she starts a search for a job…and becomes a lab assistant to one Dr. Curie Collins. While the job offers a good way to explore this new land, it also lands her in the middle of a war between the Institute, the Minutemen, and the Brotherhood. Wherever Renee goes, trouble follows, and she just can't catch a break. Between war, her past coming back to haunt her, and her growing feelings for her boss, it's only a matter of time before she crumbles under the pressure.

You want Curie fanfic, have some Curie fanfic.

As one person described this fic, it's an "Angsty love story between a chaotic 0 luck dumbass and oblivious doctor 👍👍👍 would recommend".

Please reblog! Here's a link for chapter 1 if you'd rather read on AO3.

“I crossed the river and… Did I pass that building…?” Renee stopped and looked up the Ruins before looking at the crude map again. “Maybe I took a wrong turn…” She scratched her temple.

Once she arrived in Bunker Hill, she was told by Kessler—who seemed to be the mayor, she supposed—to wait around for the caravans for a job. In doing this, she burned through her caps…and found out no one was hiring. Kessler at least had the decency to feel bad enough to buy her a drink and draw up a map to Diamond City. Left with little choice, Renee headed out to Diamond City.

At least, that was the idea. Renee had to admit she thought she was lost. Kessler told her to look for an old baseball stadium. Unfortunately, that assumed Renee knew what such a thing looked like. The most she knew was old race tracks and fields. Sure, she was aware of what baseball had been, but unless the “stadium” looked like a race track, she wasn’t entirely sure what to look for. “Big building” was as far as she got.

Renee kept moving. Surely if she didn’t get to Diamond City, she’d come across another settlement or someone that could point her in the right direction. She kept her rifle in her hands just in case another Raider crossed her path. They weren’t bad on the trip up through the wilderness, but damn if they weren’t a dime a dozen in the Ruins.

The afternoon sun stretched her shadow far before her. She let her mind wander as she went along, thinking back on Rivet City in the Capital Wasteland. There was no nostalgia in her heart, and she wouldn’t miss it at all. Nor did she miss her short-lived job as a waitress (before they fired her for being rude to the asshole customers). And she definitely, definitely didn’t miss her ex. The bastard.

She thought vaguely of home and wondered what her family was getting up to. She considered trying to buy passage back to the Midwest, but she only had the caps to move forward, not back. Even then, not a lot of caravans went West, so she most likely would have had to take the trip herself. That was a sure-fire way to die.

“Hearin’ shit.”

Renee dove behind a car. She watched a group of Raiders walk by, mumbling to themselves. She gazed at them over her sunglasses and only stood once she felt the danger passed.

“Gotcha, bitch!”

A bullet hit the ground at her feet. The Raiders were turned and aiming at her. She shouldered her rifle and took off in a run, weaving between cars and piles of debris. More bullets pinged off buildings and cars as she sprinted, with the Raiders taunting her all the while.

Just as she turned a corner, she felt one bullet land its mark in her thigh. She skidded, rolled on the ground with a curse. Blood dribbled from the hole and she scrambled to push herself against the wall. The Raiders ran past her.

“Sh-shit…” She took a deep breath. She looked at the outside of her thigh, where blood stained her jeans. Without even looking she knew she didn’t have enough supplies for field medicine. She reached back to the three (empty) slots sewn into her belt. Not even a Stimpak left.

“Stupid HUMANS!” “Protect the Wall!”

Renee’s ears pricked to hear the voices. She staggered to her feet and crept around the corner. No more Raiders, but the sound of gunfire grew louder. She heard the loud blasts of laser fire. Kessler said something about a Wall around Diamond City; and if someone was screaming to protect it, perhaps she was closer than she thought.

Soon enough she came upon the scene of half a dozen strangely-armored men trying desperately to fight off some Super Mutants. One of them saw her. “You gonna just stand there or help, lady?!” He shouted, reloading his rifle behind some plywood leaned up against an old police barrier.

“Oh, uh, sure!” She readied her gun again.

The Mutants were firing down at them from what looked like a ruined apartment building. Renee joined two others in a blasted-out diner and tried to take aim as well as she could. Her hands shook too much to be terribly effective, but she did manage to hit one Mutant in the stomach.

She tried to kneel to steady her aim but the wound in her thigh wouldn’t let her. Renee pushed past the pain to ease closer to one of the open walls. “Almost…” The sights in her scope wouldn’t stop shifting around.

A Mutant suddenly fell from the railing with a yell and the men pushed forward. “Almost got ‘em, boys!” One shouted.

“Ugh, fuck it,” Renee hissed. She leapt out of hiding and shot at the Mutant’s head that way. Her two bullets hit the wall behind it.

Just as she reloaded, she felt another bullet rip through her shoulder. God damn it, not another one…!

She collapsed to one knee, her thigh burning to keep her steady and she pressed a hand against the new wound. The ground shook as a Mutant ran toward her, arms raised with a wooden board. “We are Super—”

She shot it in the chest just as it swung down. The board clipped her in the side of the head and she hit the ground next, her vision slipping in and out.

The sounds of the fight faded, though whether that meant they were winning or because she was nearly unconscious she didn’t know. Her wounds burned and she struggled to push herself up. It was no use.

Well. What a way to go, she figured. She made it all the way from the Midwest Commonwealth to Boston, just to be taken out by a Raider and a Mutant. Everything she’d been through in her life culminated in this. Bleeding out on the asphalt because of her own dumb luck.

She felt someone grip her under her arms and drag her back to lean against the building. “Hey, you okay? Say something!”

Renee forced her eyes open but things were too blurred to see properly. “I’m…” She trailed in a weak moan.

“Someone go get a doc! She’s hurt!”

She felt someone place a hand on her uninjured shoulder. “Just hold on, kid. You’ll be fine.”

Kid? She opened her mouth to retort but all that came out was a pained squeak.

Someone put pressure down on her thigh and she weakly grabbed for them. It hurt.

“I know it hurts kid, just hold on.”

“Damn, welcome to the Great Green Jewel, huh?”

“No kidding.”

The two mens’ voices grew distant. She let her chin droop to her chest. Tired. So tired.

“Madame? Can you ‘ear me?”

A new voice rang in her ears. This one sounded gentle, feminine. Renee barely managed to crack her eyes open again. “…Hm?” Her brow furrowed and she squinted.

“It is fortunate you sent for me. She is not doing well at all.” The woman dug around in the pockets of her coat and produced a Stimpak. “Zhis will ‘elp.”

“D-don’t…” But it was too late. Renee felt a rush of cool relief through her body and her vision cleared enough to properly see who was helping her.

The woman had cropped brunette hair and hazel blue eyes. She smiled gently. “Do not what?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Don’t waste one of those on me,” Renee finished. She felt her cheeks take on a pink hue.

The woman blinked. “It is not a waste if you are injured. And, you are.” She eased off Renee’s jacket and felt around her shoulder. “Hm.”

“H-hey, ow.” Renee tried to bat her away. “Quit it, I’m fine.”

“You are not fine, Madame.” The woman huffed and began inspecting her thigh. “I will ‘ave to tend to you further in my lab. Unfortunately I do not ‘ave zhe tools I will need with me.” She dug around in her lab coat again and produced another Stim.

Renee shifted with a wince. “I just said…”

“If you do not like needles, zhen look away. But I will not allow you to refuse zhis.”

She felt the woman inject it into her arm again. Her thoughts grew clearer and she felt she could breathe easier. But with it came drowsiness. She gazed up at the woman, brows furrowed. “Who…are you?”

“My name is Curie.” Curie shifted to help her up. “Go slowly.”

Renee managed to get to her feet and a wave of dizziness overcame her. She stumbled into Curie. “S-sorry…”

“Do you think you can walk?” Curie held her elbows to steady her.

“Maybe. I…” Renee shook her head to clear it. Things were still a bit fuzzy but at least she didn’t feel like she was drowning.

Curie pulled her good arm across her shoulders. “Lean on me, zhen.”

Renee allowed herself to be led away, limping next to the strange woman. Curie.

~:o:~:o:~:o:~

“Zhere. You will be sore for a few days, but zhere is no lasting damage.” Curie finished wrapping a bandage around her shoulder with a firm tug to keep it in place. “Zhis should help with any residual bleeding.”

Renee held her t-shirt in her hands, her face blazing. At least it wasn’t as bad as when Curie insisted—no, ordered—her to remove her jeans so she could get at the bullet wound in her thigh. She was quick to put her pants back on after that one. “Thanks again. I’m sorry I’m taking up so much of your time…”

“It is no trouble.” Curie stuck another Stimpak near the wound.

Renee wriggled back into her shirt and tugged it down. “So, um… I can’t… I can’t actually pay you.” She stood up from the examination table.

Though Curie had her back turned, Renee saw the woman flinch. “I see. Do not concern yourself with zhat. My job is to assist.” She turned on a faucet at the sink and washed her hands.

“I mean, I can’t pay you in caps, but maybe I can do something else for you? I’m good at finding things. Like scrap and stuff. Maybe you need something like that?” Renee looked around the room again, seeing plenty of lab equipment and two chemistry stations. “Maybe I could get you some material for…whatever you’re doing?”

Curie turned off the faucet and dried her hands on a nearby towel. “Well… I am sure zhat Monsieur Howard is probably tired of me asking him for beakers and test tubes by now…” She went over to her lab table and picked up a vial of cloudy liquid. “Hm…”

Renee poked at a flask of green ooze and backed away at Curie’s look. “Anything you want, I can try to find it.”

“I think zhis is a good arrangement. Bon. I won’t make you go too far for now, but if you could find some samples of Hubflower for me, I would very much appreciate it.” Curie raised an eyebrow. “But please do be careful. You should rest for a few days before going out into the Ruins…”

“Pfft, I’ll be all right. I’ve had worse.” Renee waved her hand dismissively. She limped over to her bag and her rifle and started to slide them over her shoulders, when she winced. “Ouch…”

Curie cleared her throat. “You were saying?”

“It’ll be fine!” She shifted her bag to her other shoulder and shoved on her boots. “Hubflower, right?”

Curie nodded. “Just return ‘ere and I’m sure I’ll ‘ave somezhing else for you to fetch.” She tilted her head. “Apologies. I just realized… What is your name?”

“Renee. Renee Jones.” Renee flashed a grin.

Curie returned it and chuckled. “It’s good to meet you, Renee. Though per’aps zhe circumstances were not ideal, I’m glad we met.”

“Yeah, it hasn’t exactly been the warmest welcome to Diamond City, or the Commonwealth, but you’ve made a bit better.” Renee rubbed the back of her neck. “I’ll make it up to you somehow. I promise.”

“I believe you.” Curie turned to her lab, signaling she was done. “I look forward to seeing you again, hm?”

Renee opened the door leading to the market. “You can count on me!”

(Originally published Aug. 21, 2021)

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #curie #curie fallout 4 #fallout 4 curie #sole survivor #sole survivor x curie #renee jones #dans le blue #fallout 4 fanfic #okay so it's not quite sole survivor x curie #but renee jones is my sosu #she's just in her NPC era in this fic #cynder writes

[late-nite-scholar]

Falloutober Day 27- Vae Victis

Well I kind of fell off the wagon here. But I had this idea knocking around and I had to write it down. We have Hawke, post Blind Betrayal, dealing with an unexpected visitor in Sanctuary Hills that brings up some bad memories. Prompts by @falloutober

Warnings- mention of chems/being on chems

Length- about 1100 words

(Hawke doesn’t make a secret of which faction she supports)

***

Hawke saw the flash again, closer this time. It had been darting through the overgrown bushes and hedges for the last five minutes and now it was nearly close enough to touch. If she could catch it. 

When it moved again, she threw herself into its direction before it could dodge. She backed out of the oversized boxwood with her arms full of a small, flailing body. It was human, she was pretty sure, and was shrieking like its hair was on fire. Hawke wrapped her arms more tightly around them until she had their limbs pinned.  

“Okay, if you stop screaming and swinging, I’ll let you go, okay?”

The commotion had attracted others, too. Hancock was standing to her left, one hand on his shotgun. Danse, in his new power armor, was at her right. Nick was between them, with Deacon and Cait right behind. She didn’t see MacCready, but she knew he had her covered already. Even Curie and Codsworth had come over, and she could hear Preston and Sturgis shouting to be on the lookout for other intruders. The entire town was mobilizing now, just in case. 

Hawke turned her attention back to their mysterious guest. It was a human child, surely not more than nine or ten. He was dressed in the very distinctive coat and boots of a Brotherhood Squire. A sour taste immediately rose in her throat. She'd only interacted with a Squire once before; she'd taken one out on a mission as a gesture of goodwill. 

She'd never done so a second time. 

A hand was rubbing circles on her back. Hancock. He hadn't gone on that mission, but he remembered how she'd been after. How she'd raged, barely coherent. They're just kids… just kids… they're so fucking brainwashed…. spouting jargon like a fucking cult! He'd never seen her so disturbed, nor disappear that deeply into chems for nearly a week. Enough to make even him worry. And it looked like those memories were coming back in force. 

"Darlin'? Come back, okay? Stay with me." He stepped closer, his arm sliding around Hawke's waist. 

"Yeah…" She took a deep breath and turned to the Squire. "What are you doing out here, kid? You get separated from your patrol? Did you get attacked?" 

The Squire bared his teeth. "I came to find you! I heard you take up with all kinds of abominations. I came to see for myself. You're one of us, a paladin! I didn't believe it." 

"Well, what do you think now that you’re here?”

"You are a disgrace to the Brotherhood! I see you not only have the exile." He sneered at Danse. "But also synths and ghouls! You cavort with the very things we are to stand against! Even right this moment, you let that creature touch you." 

"Cut that shit right now." Hawke snapped, moving closer to Hancock automatically. "This is a good man and I love him. I accept everyone, no matter who or what they are." 

"Then it is true! Then you are no better than these creatures! I will not allow such a stain in our ranks!" The kid fumbled for his pocket but Hawke was faster. 

"A 10mm pistol?" She tutted, holding it up and away. “You packed light.”

Danse’s voice was deadly serious beside her. "Squires are not allowed weapons." 

"I stole it, okay? I knew if I was coming out here myself I'd need protection!" The kid tried to make a break, but Danse had him dangling in the air before he could take two steps. That made him start shouting again. 

"Unhand me, you filthy synth! You have no right to exist, let alone have power over me!" 

Hawke saw Danse flinch hard at the words, and it was enough to banish any good will she had left. In a voice that left no room for argument, she thundered, “That is enough, Squire!” 

The kid shut up immediately, eyes wide. Danse set him down and he stood at attention. Hawke stepped forward, standing over him. He really was just a kid. He was just regurgitating the Brotherhood talking points he’d been fed all his life. Maybe she couldn’t do anything to change that, but she felt, just this once, she had to try. An idea came to mind, a phrase in Latin. The Brotherhood loved that kind of shit, and maybe this time, she could turn it back on them. 

“Squire, have you ever heard the phrase ‘vae victis’? It means ‘woe to the conquered’. It means that those defeated in battle are at the mercy of their enemies. And, they shouldn’t expect those enemies to go easy on them.” 

The kid’s eyes were saucers. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I will be making a trip to The Castle in one week’s time. I will drop you off at the Prydwen on my way. If you want to be, given you’ll likely be in a lot of trouble for this little stunt. Until that time, you will remain here in Sanctuary Hills, with the understanding that you are under vae victis.”

“Y-yes ma’am.” The kid was sweating now, surely imagining a week of torture. 

Hawke smiled. Perhaps it would be, for him. At least at first. “Excellent. For now, Curie will escort you to a room where you can sleep while you are here. For dinner, you will join me and my partner at my house. Tomorrow, perhaps you can meet the people of our little settlement, maybe help out in the garden. We’ll see.” 

Curie came forward, bubbling with excitement. “Oh my, it is so good to meet a new person! And a child! This will add wonderful new information to my databanks!”   

The kid stared blankly, too stunned to reply. Curie took him by the hand, a broad smile on her face as she led him away. He went without a fight, clearly unable to process what was happening. 

Hancock’s arm slipped around her waist again. He sighed. “You ain’t gonna change him, darlin’. We both know that Brotherhood shit is too deeply ingrained.” 

“I know. But I have to try. This kid’s got fire, got defiance. Maybe… just maybe we can show him something else. If not, in a week he’ll be Maxson’s problem again. But at least we can say we tried.” 

As everyone drifted back to what they’d been doing, Hawke took a deep breath. Maybe Hancock was right. Maybe this was all in vain. But as she looked out over the town that had sprung up in her old neighborhood, and all its varied residents, she knew she needed to try. Not just for them, or for the man whose fingers were entwined with her own, but for everybody. For all the Commonwealth and every person who lived in it. That was something worth fighting for.  

#falloutober2022 #falloutober #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fanfic #sole survivor #sole x hancock #fallout hancock #fallout danse #fallout curie #brotherhood of steel #sanctuary hills #vae victis #fallout 4 leading by example

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Fo4 Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) Living At Homeplate With Sole

➼ Word Count » 1.3k ➼ Warnings » Spoilers in DiMA’s section and slight spoilers (?) in Mac's

MacCready makes the roof trailer thing on the top of the house look all nice, decorating it with posters and lights and such. He likes to sit up there and just watch people go about in the market. It calms him down a lot. He wants to bring Duncan to come live with you and Shaun. He's pretty easy to live with, aside from him getting into a few altercations with the people from the upper stands.

Nick likes living with you because it allows Ellie to have her own place. The biggest problem is having Myrna as your neighbor. She's gonna constantly complain to security about Nick living right next to her. But besides that, Nick is great to live with. He'll get himself a chair and put it in one of the corners, like one of those designated 'dad' chairs. Lots of stories from his cases too that he'll be glad to tell you and he likes to keep the place neat.

Cait is honestly just happy to have someone who actually wants to live with her. It means so much to her so she'll try to be the best roommate she can. You need groceries? She's got it. Had a long day and want to get a drink? She'd gladly be your drinking buddy. Someone's giving you trouble? Let her get her bat. It's a huge sentiment in itself that you trust her as much as she trusts you and she'd never take it for granted.

Danse feels awkward. You'll have to force him out of his comfort zone a bit, and he's horrible at decorating but other than that he's great to have around. Having such a large guy is great for home security and he's willing to go with you wherever you want so you'll hardly find yourself alone. Danse doesn't think that the other citizens like him too much, and he's right, but you still try to help him to be more approachable.

Preston is always out doing something. It's rare for the two of you to be at Homeplate at the same time due to how busy the two of you can get. When he is home he tends to the different plants he managed to start growing on the roof and inside. It makes the place look very lively and a lot less wasteland-like.

Cleanest house in all the commonwealth?? Codsworth will make it his life's mission to have the best holiday decorations on the block, even if no one else understands what it is. It'll almost feel like a pre-war house with how sanitized he makes it. Whenever you leave to do a quest he'll cook something up for when you come back. He's kinda like a housewife in that sense. Since he doesn't sleep he'll hang out with Percy during the night and then come back and help you out in the morning.

If Piper’s coming, Nat's coming. It'll allow her to turn her old home into more of a workplace than it is now. You'll get the newspaper for free too. Piper probably won't do too much around the house besides keeping it somewhat organized, however, she likes taking you and Nat up to the roof to look at the stars, or watch the sunrise or anything like that. It makes her feel at peace and she just thinks it's a great time overall.

Curie doesn't really need sleep, so at night, if she's bored, she'll just start to organize and clean everything. She was so excited when you told her she could live with you. She takes notes on everything she sees in the marketplace and about the people she meets. Over time she'll end up being great friends with those scientist ladies and even Dr. Sun.

You're gonna also have a big problem with Myrna since Strong is constantly threatening Percy. Security isn't gonna like your new roommate either so be ready for a whole lot of complaints from everybody. On the plus side, Strong makes it so no one wants to go anywhere near your house, so no one trying to break in :)

If Hancock stayed, it'd most likely be temporary, he much prefers Goodneighbor. Although he loves harassing the rich people up in the stands and especially McDonough. Hancock would be all over Diamond City if he started staying at Homeplate. You'd find him in the bars, making friends with the poor people near the wall, or arguing with the guards. At the end of the day he's going back to his town, he really can't stand Diamond City for much longer than a few days.

Deacon feels really weird about it. He's never stayed anywhere for more than a couple of weeks at most. Even the Railroad HQ switches every now and then. Most people are going to love him due to how charismatic he is. In fact, most people will think you just invite a different friend over every week due to all of his disguises and persona's he'll still play. He’s going to have a ridiculous amount of clothes because of that and he'd gladly let you borrow them if you ever needed. This is a huge step for him and he really wants it to work out, although, try not to worry if you notice he’s disappeared.

X6-88 hates it. He doesn't understand why you don't just live in the Institute. He thinks that Diamond City is dirty and contaminated and is constantly looming over you, threatening anyone who gets too close. The only good thing about living at Homeplate would be that it's easier to gather information and spy for the Institute.

As long as Dogmeat gets a bed and a bowl then he's happy. He likes to wander around the city a lot. You'll catch him just sniffing around the alleys, usually looking for Nick or delivering papers for Piper. He loves living in Diamond City and loves that he gets to be around so many friendly people!

Old Longfellow refused when you offered. He much prefers his cabin in Far Harbor and wouldn't ever live somewhere as busy as Diamond City.

Gage will go wherever you do. You're the boss, and if this is where you're gonna stay then he'll be right behind you. The two of you are most likely going to be thrown in prison tho since Gage has a habit of shooting anyone who bad-mouths you. Homeplate's going to be a pig sty as well, bro can’t clean to save his life.

In all honesty, Sturges would be a great roommate, he'd set up the power for the both of you and try to make Homeplate feel a little homier. He'd be making bank too, the citizens would be paying him to help set something up or to fix something that broke. He’d be the new handyman while you went out and did quests.

DiMA thought it'd be good to go down to the Commonwealth again to do more research. He'd definitely struggle to fit in and would most likely try to find a way to assassinate Mayor McDonough to create peace like how he did with the Children of Atom and Far Harbor. He's happy to be able to live close to his brother but it's probably best to leave him in Acadia.

Travis is pretty happy to finally get out of his small one-room trailer and into Home Plate. He likes being able to walk over to the radio shack, it makes the gig start to feel like a real job. The best thing about living with Travis is that he's VERY organized. Nothing will ever be out of place. Living in his old place has taught him how to keep things clean and put away, so you'll find that Home Plate is seemingly never out of order. The only real downside, in his opinion, is the number of new neighbors he suddenly has, sometimes he doesn't want to leave the house in fear that they'll try and talk to him.

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[harveywritings92]

Deacon: Hancock's been acting really strange with Sole. He seems... kinda into them.

Curie: What do you mean, "into them?"

Deacon: I mean into them.

Curie: Your statement is confusing. Has Hancock entered Sole in some fashion?

Deacon: Not yet.

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[chaosintheavenue]

Fallout Opinion Survey- Results!

Thank you so much to all those who took part! We had 421 usable responses in total :D

One quick note- the nature of the data this time around means that most of the auto-generated charts are usable as they are, which does mean this post will be very image-heavy. I’d be very appreciative if someone who knows how to write image descriptions for charts could add them on!

Without further ado, let’s get into the results...

The Basics:

Favourite DLC:

Dead Money- 115 (...nice) Old World Blues- 94 Far Harbor- 76 Lonesome Road- 53 Nuka World- 27 Point Lookout- 17 Honest Hearts- 11 The Pitt- 9 Mothership Zeta- 7 Automatron- 3 Operation Anchorage- 3 Broken Steel- 2 Vault-Tec Workshop- 1

Favourite faction:

Followers of the Apocalypse- 146 Railroad- 62 Minutemen- 45 NCR- 23 Kings- 22 Brotherhood of Steel (all chapters combined)- 20 Yes Man/Wildcard Courier- 18 Great Khans- 14 Enclave- 10 Caesar's Legion- 8 Raiders (76, Nuka World and general combined)- 8 Institute- 6 Chairmen- 5 Unity- 4 Atom Cats- 3 Mr House- 3 Boomers- 3 Freeside- 2 Responders- 2 Children of Atom- 2 Ghoul settlements in general- 2 Hubologists- 2 Tunnel Snakes- 2 And the list of those with one vote each: The Family, Think Tank, Reaver Movement, Ciphers, Broken Hills, Powder Gangers, Reilly's Rangers, Acadia, Goodneighbor, Underworld, White Glove Society, Omertas, Jacobstown, post-Legion Ulysses, Cult of the Mothman, 80s, and talking Deathclaws from Fallout 2

Favourite companion:

Arcade Gannon- 75 Nick Valentine- 53 Hancock- 39 Veronica- 38 Deacon- 30 ED-E- 26 Raul- 23 Boone- 22 MacCready- 13 Christine Royce- 12 Dogmeat (all)- 11 Fawkes- 10 Preston Garvey- 10 Charon- 9 Rex- 9 Butch Deloria- 8 Goris- 8 Cait- 7 Danse- 7 Piper- 7 Lily- 6 Marcus- 6 Rose of Sharon Cassidy- 6 Curie- 5 Porter Gage- 4 Dean Domino- 4 X6-88- 3 Strong- 3 Ulysses- 3 RL-3- 3 Ian- 2 Dog/God- 2 Codsworth- 2 Joshua Graham- 2 Old Longfellow- 2 Lenny- 2 Ada- 2 And the 'list of ones': Tycho, Katja, Follows-Chalk, Sydney

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The Lore:

(other titles specifically mentioned in the final question: Metro and Doom)

Characters headcanoned as synths: The Sole Survivor (by far the most common theory), Sturges, Deacon, Preston Garvey, the Lone Wanderer in Broken Steel, James/Dad, Dogmeat, Three Dog, Parker Quinn, Charon, Courier Six, Tinker Tom, Zeke, Arthur Maxson, Father/older Shaun, Piper, Travis Miles, Mysterious Stranger, Caesar ('cause funny'), Joshua Graham, most Children of Atom, Desdemona, Myrna, Marcy Long, Mr Burke, Vault 76 Overseer, Trashcan Carla, Cricket, many BoS and Enclave members, Reaver Movement members, Redeye, Moira Brown, Dr Zimmer, Ranger Ghost, most birds, Arcade Gannon, Elijah, Lizzie Wyatt, Kellogg, Mama Murphy, Nat Wright, and Sierra Petrovita

(please note I'm not all that familiar with Fallout 4 lore, if any of the FO4 peeps here are canon synths then I didn't know about it lol)

Fan theories/headcanons from the final question that cropped up repeatedly (in approximate order of popularity):

Vault-Tec started the Great War

Alien involvement with the pre-war US government and/or the Great War

Horses are still around

Talking Deathclaws are still around

Occult/eldritch influence (e.g. the Dunwich building) is widespread

Charon is a survivor of Vault 92

Deacon is a founder of the Railroad and his 'real' backstory was another lie

Veronica and Christine reunite

Sarah Lyons is alive

Gen 3 synths and ghouls still need to eat, drink, sleep and so on

Ghouls only turn feral in specific circumstances (suggestions include prolonged isolation and relying too heavily on radiation instead of food as a source of energy) and it is not inevitable

International travel and immigration continues

Danse and Harkness were sent to the Capital Wasteland by the Railroad together

X person is actually multiple people- suggested for Deacon, Legate Lanius and Vulpes Inculta

The US is the either the only place that was nuked or the only place that hasn't rebuilt and recovered, and the rest of the world is just ignoring them and carrying on as normal

Cass is the Chosen One's daughter

Mama Murphy is the Chosen One

No-Bark Noonan is the Chosen One (lots of Chosen One theories popping up lol)

All subsequent Dogmeats in the series are named after the legend of the original Dogmeat

Father is not really Shaun

MacCready is lying about Duncan being ill (or one person even suggested Duncan existing)

Yes Man overthrows the Courier after being upgraded

The real Lone Wanderer died at the end of the vanilla game even if Broken Steel is installed, and the Broken Steel LW is a synth

Deacon once worked for the Institute

Deacon deliberately leads people to theorise that he is the Lone Wanderer to throw them off

Deacon is or was once a ghoul (also plenty of Deacon theories)

The Mysterious Stranger is a time traveller who protects the various PCs to maintain the timeline

Appalachia was turned into a barren wasteland by the nuclear trigger-happiness of the Vault 76 Dwellers (possibly interesting aside: my brother, who buys into this one, has gone as far as to theorise that the original Great War used very low-yield weapons and wasn't that severe on the environmental level (as far as literal nuclear war goes, that is), and it was the Vault 76ers nuking the hell out of Appalachia that triggered a continent-wide nuclear winter and sent the ecology of the wasteland into the state it's in in all subsequent games)

Glory is not a synth

The (in-game) reason for lore clashes and retcons is that the plot of each game is a retelling  of the story as it's passed around in the wasteland, so some details have been embellished or mixed up

I’ll be coming back to the theories from the final question at some point, but aside from that, that's a wrap! There isn't really much potential for me to play around with the data here like with the OC surveys, so this was more just me presenting the data as it came in without commentary. Still, I hope this is somehow interesting/insightful!

#fallout #survey #this was a bit all over the place lol #but as I said there's not much actual analysis I can do with this data

[rainbowmess823]

Just a thought, stranger things x fallout au type thing ykyk. I was playing fallout 4 the other day and my mind just went "hey what if we just throw stranger things at this bcos why not" and so this is what I thought of so far and ig spolier warning about fallout 4 if you havent played or finished it yet. So far the characters I have in mind:

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Steve and Robin: the sole survivor...err I guess they'd be the duo survivors? They are married but for convenience and tax purposes only, they're very much still platonic and besties. I'll explain later

Shaun/Father: idk yet maybe Henry or Brennen (this means yes synth Shaun will prolly be El but I'm not sure as of yet)

Nancy: Piper Wright

Mike: Nat Wright

Murray: Nick Valentine?

Chrissy: Curie

Eddie: Deacon

Jonathan: Preston Garvey? Mmmmm

Argyle: Mama Murphy

Billy: Kellog

Hopper: Hancock? Preston?

Joyce: Desdemona?

Aaaaand the rest of the party remains as themselves. They're there and Steve and Robin become their step-in parents and the party (with the exception of Will and Mike) in turn have gotten into the habit of calling them Mom and Dad.

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That's all so far tho I'm not totally sure about some of them just yet, lemme know what you think.

#robin buckley #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #jim hopper #murray bauman #joyce byers #jonathan byers #the party #dustin henderson #max mayfield #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #will byers #el hopper byers #argyle #ronance #steddie #stranger things #fallout 4 au

[vault-heck]

AO3 First Lines

I was tagged by @sleeplessincarcosa - thanks, and sorry it took me ages to get to this! life has been wild

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Evelyn had made the right decision to put Curie in charge of the Vault 88 experiments.

from Her Hypothesis (Sole Survivor x Curie, explicit one shot)

The C.I.T. ruins should have been quiet, in fact, they should have been silent, abandoned for as long as any of its neighbors could remember.e.

from The Birds Work for the Bourgeoisie (OC Omen, Gen, mature, WIP)

Adhesive met bronze underneath Noah’s thumbs as he pressed a wide white band of cloth over the statue at the entrance of Sanctuary Hills.

from For Glad and Golden Hours (Sole Survivor x Preston Garvey, teen+ one shot)

“Find ‘em and kill ‘em!” someone screamed.

from Wildfire (Sole Survivor x Preston Garvey, explicit long fic)

To Nora’s surprise, the surface teemed with growth.

from Hardly a Man in Uniform (Sole Survivor x Preston Garvey, explicit, WIP -- Wildfire re-write)

I will tag: @x-sapphicpirate-x, @wishing4nuclearwinter, @atomitron, @kyngsnake, @ragedaisy and anyone else that wants to participate!

#tag game #my fics #fanfiction #god I'm so glad I'm re-writing wildfire I really half assed that first line