confessions of companion

What I say: I really like Cassandra Pentaghast.

What I mean: I want Cassandra Pentaghast to smash me with her shield. I want Cassandra Pentaghast to sMASH ME WITH HER SHIELD. I w a n t Cassandra Pentaghast to SMASH me with her shield. I wAnT cAsSaNdRa PeNtAgHaSt To SmAsH mE wItH hEr ShIeLd. I want Cassandra Pentaghast to smash me with her shield.  

a-friendly-ghoul  asked:

I'm a sap. Ok? My thirst for fluff never ends. (I think you know by now??) ok. Then. I need this. Because the canon way isn't sappy enough??? Companions. (minus doggo and strong bc it's awkward) companions confessing to the sole survivor their crush/love. The fluffiest the better. (also you need a break from all that angst, my heart is in pieces 💔)

Now THIS is what I call fluff. It was definitely a much-needed break from angst writing. It kind of ended up becoming confession + first kiss for most of the companions but that just makes it better. :p Thank you so much for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy!! :D


Cait decided in an instant. She couldn’t go a day further without letting this man know she loved him.

They were sitting by the fire as the last light of the day was sinking below the hills. She leaned into his shoulder as he was trying to cook dinner.

He looked down at her and smiled. “Don’t go falling asleep on me,” he said with a chuckle. “You have to eat first.”

She smiled back. “I’m not tired,” she said. “I just want to be close to you.”

Nate made a confused face, then it dawned on him. He blushed. “Why’s that?” he said. He knew the answer to the question before he even asked it.

“Because I love you,” Cait said, though she was cut off as Nate scooped her up into a passionate kiss. She melted into his arms.

They were so busy they burnt dinner. But it was worth it.


If Codsworth had cheeks, they’d be bright red. He hadn’t even said it yet, but he was already so nervous.

“Is something wrong?” Nate asked, snapping him out of his anxious daydreaming. “You look upset.”

Codsworth waved his arms and shook his head. “No, no, not at all sir! It’s just,” he paused, “I wish to speak to you about a most urgent matter.”

Nate furrowed his brow and nodded. “Alright, shoot.”

In an instant, every word Codsworth had ever known vanished from his mind. He stood still as a statue, eyes locked on Nate, his jet engine the only sound between them.

“I thought you should know,” he began, “that I’m, uh… rather fond of you.”

Nate tilted his head and laughed. “Alright, good to know,” Nate said, nodding. “I’m fond of you too. You’re a good friend.”

Codsworth shook his head. “No, no, no, I mean, quite fond of you. Affectionately.”

Nate was taken aback, but not in a negative way. In fact, he had a wide smile on his face. “Do you have a crush on me?” he asked. Codsworth put his hands to his head and only nodded.

With a chuckle, Nate approached and wrapped an arm around his chassis. “Well, I never expected this, but… the feelings are mutual.”

Codsworth had come in expecting only disappointment. He’d be crying tears of joy if he had the components.


Curie didn’t understand why Nate was surprised. “I thought it was obvious,” she said with a giggle. “I didn’t think I needed to make a scene.”

It was rather fitting for her. She came up to Nate, held his hand, and told him that she was romantically interested in him. In those exact terms. Very straightforward.

Nate would admit she was right. It had been pretty obvious. More than once he’d caught her staring at her from afar, biting her lip with a dreamy look in her eyes. He just didn’t expect her to ask him so with such force.

Nate cleared his throat and brushed his hair back. “Well, I’m glad you were willing to be so honest with me,” he said. “So I’ll be honest with you. I like you a lot, and I have for a while.”

This time, Curie was the one struck dumb. She covered her mouth with her hand and bounced up and down, her eyes bright and joyful. Nate chuckled, but was silenced as she tugged him into her arms and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. He was happy to reciprocate.


Deacon probably never would’ve said anything, had it not been for a moment of panic.

In the middle of a firefight, a lucky raider landed a grenade right behind their cover. There was no time to run.

He grabbed Nate by the shoulders and locked eyes with him.

“If we’re gonna die here,” he said, “I want you to know I love you.”

Nate only stared at him in shock, but Deacon didn’t care. He pulled Nate into a hug, buried his head into his shoulder, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And the grenade never went off. It was a dud.

Once it was clear they were safe—at least from the grenade—Deacon awkwardly pulled away from Nate. They finished off the rest of the Raiders within a few minutes.

They sat in silence for a while, fixing up the wounds they received and getting some much needed rest. It was Nate who spoke first.

“So, about what happened back there,” he said, avoiding eye contact.

Deacon shook his head and leaned back on his arms. “Yeah, I’m uh… really sorry about that,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Nate looked surprised and shook his head. “Oh, don’t be sorry, man!” Nate said with a laugh. “I was happy to hear it. I feel the same way.”

Deacon stared at Nate for several seconds before a wide smile came across his face. “Shit dude, I only told you that because I thought we were gonna die,” he said through a breathy laugh. He walked up to Nate and took him in his arms. “I’m so glad we didn’t.”

Nate’s cheeks were pinky-red as Deacon leant him down like a princess and kissed him tenderly.


Hancock was blasted when he told Nate. Of course he was.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, laying across Nate’s lap. “I just wanna kiss ya.”

Nate smiled and laughed, brushing some hair out of his face. “Oh, you flatter me, sir,” he said with a flutter of his eyelashes. Hancock got like this when he was under the influence, so Nate didn’t take the compliments too seriously.

“Yeah man, I wanna… date you. And love you. All the time,” Hancock said. “I’m not much of a romance guy, but you? You’re husband material, straight up.”

The look on Nate’s face shifted as the words came out of Hancock’s mouth. This was definitely further removed from Hancock’s usual mushy spiel. He’d dare say it even sounded serious.

“Well, uh, that’s mighty nice of you,” Nate said, rubbing his face. He could feel his cheeks turning pink. “If I’m honest, I feel the same way about you.”

Hancock pulled his head back in surprise, then broke out into a laugh. “Aw, fuck yeah!” he said, rubbing his eyes with the base of his palms. “I didn’t expect that.” He took a deep breath, smiled, and patted Nate on the chest. “Y’know, I’m a bit too out of it to get serious right now, but talk to the smarter Hancock tomorrow. Alright?”

Nate chuckled. “Alright.”

Sober Hancock was rather embarrassed over his confession. But that didn’t mean he regretted it.

“I mean, who cares if it was graceless?” he said, pulling Nate in for a close embrace. “I got the man of my dreams. There are no losers here.”


MacCready was nervous as hell. That’s probably why he did it in a bar.

Nate wasn’t much of a drinker compared to him. By the time MacCready was feeling pretty buzzed, Nate was still dead sober. He’d been hoping they would both be a bit more loosened up, but he’d take what he could get. He downed another shot, and went for it.

“Hey, uh,” he said, “mind if I ask you something?” He folded his arms across the bar and rested his head on them, looking up at Nate.

“Yeah man, sure,” Nate said. “Is something wrong?”

MacCready buried his head further in his arms. “No, I’m just nervous,” he muttered.

Nate gave MacCready a sympathetic look. “Here, how about I look away while you say it.” He turned his head to the side and covered his face with his hands. “You can pretend you’re talking to the void.”

MacCready smiled. “Alright, well…” he trailed off as he tried to think of what to say. He decided to go for the direct approach. “I was thinking if you were interested—and no pressure if you aren’t—maybe we could, y’know… date? Try dating? God, I haven’t asked someone out in like five years.”

When he lifted his head back up, Nate was still looking away, and he could hear him laughing. MacCready felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, his face turning red.

Before he had time to sulk further, Nate grabbed him by the head, and kissed him. MacCready was pretty sure he died for a couple seconds.

Nate pulled away a moment later, his toothy grin lighting up the room. “Of course I wanna date you, ya goof.”

MacCready’s face got even redder, and he smiled and laughed.


Nick sidled up close to Nate as they were walking. They were in the middle of nowhere, the land flat as far as the eye could see. There was hardly a more private place to confess your feelings to someone.

“Hey,” Nick said, draping his arm around Nate’s shoulder, “I’ve got something to ask you.”

Nate shivered at his touch. It was closer than Nick had ever gotten before. Nate tried to fight blush from his cheeks.

“Alright, what is it?” Nate asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, nothing much,” Nick said. “I just wanted to ask if you’d be interested in pursuing some new romantic opportunities.”

Nate felt butterflies in his stomach. “Oh, I’d be very interested,” he said. “But it does depend on who these romantic opportunities involve.”

Nick stopped Nate in his tracks and held a hand to his chin. “Well, I was thinking you and I have some chemistry worth exploring, wouldn’t you agree?” he said, with a small smile on his lips.

Nate laughed and covered his eyes. “Oh god, you’re such a smoothie,” he said. He took a deep breath to compose himself, and looked Nick right in the eyes. “It’s certainly worth exploring, yes.”

With that, Nick took Nate in his arms and kissed him like it was the last chance they’d ever have.


Was Danse nervous? Yes. But he’d do it like he did everything: with dignity, grace, and respect.

He approached Nate from behind in the mess hall, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. When Nate turned to look at him, Danse was standing as straight as he could, hands clasped behind his back. For once, he was out of his power armor.

“If I may,” Danse said, motioning to the empty chair across from Nate.

Nate smiled and nodded. “Certainly.”

Danse slid himself into the chair and sat with his hands laid flat on the table. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“As you can see, I don’t have any food,” he said. “That’s because I didn’t come here to eat. I came here to talk to you.”

Nate furrowed his brow and put down his utensils. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

Danse shook his head. “No, not at all,” he said. “It’s quite the opposite. I wanted to let you know that…” his chest tightened as he looked Nate in the eyes. The gravity of what he was about to do came down on him like a load of bricks. “I’m attracted to you. Romantically. And I wanted to know what you wished to do with that information.”

A smile came to Nate’s face, and he reached across the table to grab Danse’s hand. “Oh, I know exactly what I want to do with it,” Nate said. “I wanna date you.”

Danse looked away, an embarrassed smile on his blushing face. “Well,” he said, squeezing Nate’s hand. “Isn’t that great news?”


“Blue, I’m gonna get right to the nitty gritty of it,” she said, rubbing her hands together. “I’ve had a crush on you for several weeks at this point. How do you feel about that?”

Nate choked on his drink as the words left Piper’s mouth. He thought there must’ve been some special reason they were going out to the Dugout, but this took him by surprise.

Once he was able to catch his breath, he looked at Piper incredulously. “Are you joking?” he asked, his voice still hoarse. “Because this sound’s like a joke.”

Piper made a face and crossed her arms. “Do you think I’d joke about this kind of thing?”

Nate thought for a moment, then shook his head. “No, you wouldn’t,” he said. He bit his thumbnail. “So do you wanna… date?”

Piper shrugged. “Listen, I’m the one coming to you with this,” she said. “The ball’s in your court as to what you wanna do. I’m happy if you’re happy.”

He nodded and looked away. He really did like Piper. He thought she was way out of his league, but she apparently had a kinder view of him.

“Well, if I’m honest,” Nate said, “I’ve had a crush on you for a pretty long time too. So I’d be more than happy to date you.”

Piper smiled and pumped her fist in the air. “I knew we had something. I knew it,” she said with a wide grin. With grace and poise she rarely showed, she took Nate’s hand and kissed it. He looked away with a smile, his face hot and blushing.


Preston knew it wasn’t proper behavior, but he couldn’t contain himself.

“I like missions like this, General,” he said as they were on a long march between two settlements. “Where we get to walk and walk for hours.”

Nate looked back at him. “Why’s that?” he asked.

Preston rubbed the back of his head as he started to blush. “Well, I enjoy the time I get to spend with you,” he said, glancing away as he spoke.

Nate stopped short, causing Preston to bump into him. A sly smile formed on his face as he wrapped his arm around Preston’s shoulder. “And why do you enjoy that?” he asked.

Preston laughed nervously. “Because I like you,” he said.

Nate grabbed him by his collar. “How do you like me?”

“Romantically.”

Nate’s smile widened. “Well isn’t that the funniest coincidence!” he said. “I like you too.”

He pulled Preston into a kiss, and Preston leaned into it. He was breathless once he pulled away.

“I’m not sure if this kind of relationship is permitted by the Minutemen code of conduct,” Preston said.

“If it wasn’t, it is now,” Nate replied.


X6-88 had never felt this way about another person before. He was never intended to, after all.

“Sir, I have the strangest question for you,” he said one night as he sat with Nate by the campfire.

“Ask away,” Nate said with a chuckle. “I’m sure I’ve heard stranger.”

“What does it feel like to love someone?” X6-88 asked. “The way you loved your wife. Romantically.”

Nate took a long pause. The question itself wasn’t strange, but it was definitely the last thing he expected to hear.

“Well, it’s a great feeling,” he began. “You start to get excited every time you know you’re gonna see them, and you get bummed out when they’re gone. You want to laugh and smile at every joke they make, and comfort them when they’re upset. You just want to be there whenever you can.”

“Alright then,” X6-88 said with a nod. “If that’s the case, I feel obligated to tell you I’m in love with you.”

Nate gasped, and X6-88 prepared for the worst. He was surprised to see a wide smile on Nate’s face as opposed to a frown.

“I didn’t think that was possible,” he said breathlessly. “You’re my dream guy, I thought I’d be pining for you forever. I’m over the moon.”

X6-88 smiled and pulled Nate close to him. “Well,” he said, “I’m happy to hear I made your dreams come true.”

“I thought I’d love Hearthfire, but the way it ruins interesting NPCs by making them all the same makes me cringe; I wish they would let the characters have some of their past lives back. Let Vilkas return to the companions every now and then. Make their dialogues more personal. If it doesn’t suit you, then marry someone else. Hearthfire is like a very good mod - but not an expansion.“

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“I don’t get all the hate for the Companions. I have 5 different characters and each one has completed the Companions quest line because it’s one of my favourite guild quest lines, seconded only to the Dark Brotherhood. I love the characters within Jorrvaskr, and I love having Farkas as my follower. I honestly cried when I saw Kodlak in Sovngarde, and I was glad that I’d helped him get there.”

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Confession: I feel Blackwall has some fairly nuanced characterization that is often overlooked. He isn’t quirky or extremely personable like a lot of other Dragon Age characters, but because he doesn’t exemplify those character traits doesn’t mean he isn’t a good character. He, like people we could meet in real life, is defined early on by a grave mistake he is trying to atone for, and from this is a character arc that as the game develops, reveals one of Dragon Age’s most brilliantly realized characters in my humble opinion. He has a well written story, and brought wonderfully to life thanks to the writing and perfect voice acting. Just sharing a little love for him, cause I feel he can sometimes be shadowed by some of Inquisition’s more affable characters. This is also coming from someone who has never romanced Blackwall, but still thoroughly enjoys each and every interaction with him, earning and developing a friendship with him, and seeing the character slowly unravel, develop, and grow.

CONFESSION:

I absolutely ABHOR how certain companions in the DA series can’t escape a large amount of hate, simply for how they behave (Fenris/Anders being ragey because of abuse), for just being different/awkward (Aveline being called ‘autistic’), or for just being passionate about something (Solas). It just shows me how little empathy most of the world has for anyone who’s been through any kind of struggle or isn’t ‘normal’. Why play these games if you’re just going to hate on everyone who’s different? And as a generally passionate person who is also an abuse survivor, that also behaves 'differently’, this *kills* me, and makes me feel like I’m never going to fit in with society the way I crave. 

anonymous asked:

Wooow (let's say Sole is 18 years old and is insanely pretty) And the companions get truth and have to tell their true feeling for Sole??

What if: Companions confessed their true feelings for F!Sole (For a truth)

Cait: “Ya already know I’m madly in love with ya Sole”

Sole’s reaction:

Codsworth: “Ma’am, I think you should know…that I consider you, My Family!”

Sole’s reaction:

Curie: “Madame… I…you…you make me really nervous s-sometimes, a-and my face usually feels hot when I’m around you…”

Sole’s reaction:

Danse: “……you are being distracting most of the time Soldier… I have a hard time focusing on the mission when you are close to me…”

Sole’s reaction:

Deacon: “Honestly Boss, there’s no one else I’d like to be called Death Bunnies with!”

Sole’s reaction:

Dogmeat: Dogmeat loves you whatever you do!!

Sole’s reaction:

Hancock: “C’mon love, you’re smart enough to know about my impure thoughts!”

Sole’s reaction:

Macready: “Uhh, well… I’m really thankful for what you did for me and Duncan… honestly, you remind me of Lucy…”

Sole’s reaction:

Nick: “I’m really grateful for everything you’ve done for me…I couldn’t ask for a better partner”

Sole’s reaction:

Piper: “I just consider you my best friend……gah, fine! Maybe something more than that…”

Sole’s reaction:

Preston: “You gave me a reason to live, General. I won’t deny I have feeling for you!”

Sole’s reaction:

Strong: “Strong respect human. Blue human is Strong’s human. Strong protect his human”

Sole’s reaction:

X6-88: “…I think you are mankind’s best hope. I admire your skills, Ma’am”

Sole’s reaction:

Maxson: “I think you make a great Knight. You are all I nee~…ehem, you are all the Brotherhood needs…”

Sole’s reaction:

Gage: “I’ll tell ya now Boss, you are one hell of a chick. Never met anyone more badass than you.”

Sole’s reaction:

Ada: “I find myself respecting you Ma’am. Your power and determination is inspiring!”

Sole’s reaction: