Fallout 4 Oneshots

Paladin Danse

Dinah had decided to settle down for a bit. She was stuck between being an enemy to the Institute, meaning her son, or being an enemy to the Brotherhood of Steel. The two reasons why she was torn was because of Shaun and because of the ex-Paladin she had fallen in love with. Her and Danse had resided in Sanctuary Hills for a while, wanting to get her thoughts in order and in check. She was going to make a big decision, especially after Father had named her his next successor.

The brunette walked into the familiar home she had shared with Nate and their son. Her tanned fingers ran across the darkened, red couch in the damaged living room. She wore the leathers of a dead raider along with her BOS chest piece. The armor had taken a new place on the ripped rug of the room before she sat on the sofa with a loud sigh. The familiar sound of Danse's power armor could be heard through the open windows and holes in the walls, but it almost surprised her how quiet he was on his feet without the armor. He walked in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek lazily as he walked around to face her, his fingers pressing against the bridge of his nose.

"If you're tired," Dinah had began as she pulled her hair out of her bun. "You can catch some Z's." She spoke, patting the space next to her. He happily obliged as he sat next to her, but eventually laid his head in her lap. She blinked then smiled softly as he caressed her knee with his thumb. She had noticed that Danse was a completely different person than when they had met. He still had the emotional walls up, but they had softened once Dinah had admitted that she loved him.  Her fingers raked through Danse's black hair eventually running over the stubble covering his cheek. She leaned over and smiled down at the ex-paladin. She knew this was a delicate time for him as well: finding out he was a synth and losing his place within the BOS which was practically his entire life. They were almost in the same boat in some sort of odd way.

The male sighed with content as he felt his lover's fingers comb through his hair. This feeling was different to him; foreign almost, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. It was quiet in the familiar neighborhood, almost an uncomfortable silence, but after the war this type of silence was welcomed with open arms. A small smile graced his lips as he felt Dinah's fingertips brush over his stubble again. His hand found hers and brought it closer, pressing his lips to the palm of her hand. The simple gesture made Dinah grin.

"Wow," She whispered as she bent over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'm such a cougar." They both chuckled to themselves, Danse releasing her hand as he looked up at the once-blonde.

"Well, you look pretty good for a 245-year-old woman if I do say so myself." Danse responded, a smirk playing on his lips. "And you certainly don't act like one either." He teased.  She quickly shushed him, covering his mouth with both her hands.

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The two eventually relocated to the room Dinah and Nate once shared. The bed wasn't as great as it used to be, but with Danse by her side it almost felt like nothing had changed. The synth laid next to her on his back while she laid on her side, his arm being used as her own personal pillow. Danse didn't have to sleep, but he chose to, wanting to feel normal. Wanting to be human. His brown eyes were fixated to the ceiling above him as he released a breath he had no clue he had been holding. What was he going to do with his life now? Dinah had the chance to get rid of him, he understands why she did it now more than ever, but why at the time? He had nothing to live for. It would've been easier for him. His dark eyebrows knitted together in confusion at his own thoughts. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt chilled fingers against his cheek and lips against the other.

"Get some sleep, paladin." Dinah had whispered, the sleep evident in her voice. She wrapped her one arm around his torso and now rested her head against his chest. Danse smiled to himself before hugging her close to his side. His future was laying right beside him. The fact that he was a synth had blown right over her head and that's what made him love his sole survivor. His sole survivor. No matter how many times that freakish ghoul Hancock flirted with her, no matter how many times Deacon had commented on what she was wearing, or who she traveled with. She had chosen the thing that the Brotherhood had promised to kill. He wasn't nothing.

[A/N: Dinah is my sole survivor who has romanced Danse. Requests are welcome. If you'd like your SS and their romantic companion just ask and we can talk bc I'll need either a picture and/or a description of them/their personality.]