Companions are Dared to give Sole a Flower Crown Part 1
(Little goose-New admin~ I actually wrote this as a prompt so the owner could see that I can write so yeah I’ll have Maxson added tomorrow maybe (hopefully) )
Cait grumbled to herself about how pointless this was. She had weaved the flowers on a very bendy but durable stick. Most of the petals had fallen off the flowers, the flowers were going slightly limp, and the crown had fallen apart two times. Nonetheless, the crown itself had great beauty, the leaves that wrapped around the stick seemed to support the flowers and give them that extra boost to make them pop. The flowers were purple with a hint of green (mostly caused by the radiation) and the leaves, an extraordinary dark green. Cait’s face grew darker shades of red the closer she got to Sole.
“Here, have this stupid flower thing, sole.” Cait practically threw the crown at their head. Cait looked away as Sole admired the crown, turning it over in their hands and Fiddling with the semi loose leaves. When Sole told her that they thought it was beautiful, she was surprised, how could someone like sole think a radiated dirty, wilted flower crown be considered beautiful? Cait looked them in the eye slightly before rushing off, out of sight.
Curie was quite elated to give Sole such a crown. She thought they’d look wonderful with it on. Curie got on making the crown right away, picking the most undamaged twigs, leaves, and flowers she could find. Working on it was her number one priority. Finding the prettiest and fullest flowers were the main mission. The flowers varied in size shape and color. Some were a light green, or a dark purple. Others were red as blood and blue as the sky. Many of the settlers and companions were amazed by how preserved and beautiful the flowers were. It took Curie around two months to finish it but today was the day. Walking up to Sole, she placed the crown tenderly upon their head.
“Oh sole! You look even better than I imagined with the crown on! You are magnificent!” Sole chuckled at her, and ruffled her hair. Sole never once took the crown, it was too special. However, it did save their life when sole got shot near the head by a group of raiders. Sole was fine, however the bullet completely demolished the crown, sending both sole and Curie into tears, including a few settlers who had grown fond to it.
Codsworth would have loved to make sole a beautiful crown out of flowers, it gives him nostalgia from before the war when sole’s spouse made one themselves and had him wear it. However, Codsworth wasn’t capable of making one, he had a claw and a buzz saw as arms but he didn’t want to let sole down. He wandered around Sanctuary, clipping a bundle of flowers together. Finally he went to find sole, and started to gently place the flowers in their hair. Soon, sole’s hair was bundled up with the (mostly) pretty flowers of the commonwealth.
Danse wasn’t really the type of guy who made flower crowns in his spare time, but for sole…well sole was special to him. You could say he really cared about them and their wellbeing. So that is how he ended up doing the daré, isolated in his room, weaving flowers together with such skill you wouldn’t even think he’d had. For someone with as large hands of him, he had surprisingly nimble hands. Finally he had finished the crown. It wasn’t the best, it was his first time, but it went better than expected. The colors were simple, light purples, light greens, nothing extravagant. There were a few odds and ends sticking out and it was a bit lopsided. However sole loved it, when danse walked up to them, he was flustered and stumbled over his words a bit.
“I uh, I was told to make you this and um…here.” he placed it upon their head. He cleared his throat, becoming a little antsy and nervous. After his conversation with sole, he walked off, returning to his room, and if you looked closely, there was a faint smile that rested on his face.
Deacon gave out a light laugh and pushed his sunglasses up a bit.
“A flower crown? Pssshh!! That’s easy!” However, making a flower crown was actually more difficult than he thought. He couldn’t believe how hard it was and when sole asked him why he was in his room for around 10 hours without getting out he said with a nervous chuckle:
“I’m just ya know…practicing…spy stuff, it’s super secret I’m not allowed to talk about it.” He then closer the door and went on trying to attempt to make it for the 10th time that night. Tears, sweat, and internal screams finally paid off. He had constructed a flower crown. It was quite flimsy and delicate since he didn’t know that you needed something to really support the flowers from breaking off or falling out. Honestly, it was more of a headband, a few long, thin blades of grass were the support of the flowers. The flowers themselfs had been clipped just a tad too short that they couldn’t exactly stay in the crown. The flowers were small and tiny, some were just flowers buds, beginning to bloom. Walking up to sole with a wide grin in his face, he delicately placed it on them. The crown started to slip since it was a bit small, and sole giggled. Deacon started to regret making the crown but that changed when sole put an even worse flower crown on deacon’s head. How didthey managed to fail so bad at that? That was a question Deacon could not figure out. The two walked around Sanctuary, each with a flimsy, wilting crown atop their head.
Dogmeat is a dog. He has no opposable thumbs or even hands to construct such a thing. He whined, he wanted to show sole how much he loved them, even though he kissed and loved them everyday. He sniffed up and down, sometimes ending up in other settlers’…..business, searching for flowers. Every flower he thought would please sole, he would gently pull it out of the ground and run over to their house just to drop it on their bed. At the end of the week, sole’s bed had been covered in flowers of all different shapes and sizes and colors. This made Dogmeat happy, that every flower he gave sole made them smile ear to ear and pat his head. He wagged his tail and walked up to sole, dropping a pretty red flower at their feet, watched them pick it up and hug him. Nothing made him happier than sole being happy because of Dogmeat.
Hancock was very happy to make a flower crown despite the fact that he never made one, but he wanted to make sole happy. Popping in a few mentats, Hancock got to work on the crown. Throughout the night, he got frustrated several times because the flowers would not stay put and kept popping out or falling off. He ended having to restart two times since he tied the bass of the crown too tight, snapping it in half. When he finally finished the crown, Hancock carefully stepped away to admire the creation. The flowers were big and in full bloom, the colors were bright and pleasing to the eye. The next morning, he gently took it in his hands and headed towards sole.
“Hey there, sunshine, I made ya somethin’!” With a smile up in his face, he reached up and plopped the crown on sole’s head. He beamed in delight as Sole smiled at the crown and at him. The two wandered the settlement, Hancock glaring at anyone who gave sole a strange look for wearing the flower crown on their head.
Maccready was pretty embarrassed when given the dare. A hired mercenary like him would not be spending his afternoon making some dumb crown for his boss/friend. However, Maccready ended up spending his afternoon creating a half-assed flower crown. It was like a school project you didn’t want to do, throwing some stuff together that would maybe give you a passing grade, and hoped it work. Maccready just grabbed some flowers and a few weeds that were pretty. He pulled out a too thin of a base for it that he just weaved more and more of the base together and hoped that it would work decently. The flowers were simple, small blooms. They were flowers that you would pass by, not giving it a second glance. That’s what made them beautiful, they were the forgotten flowers, the weeds, the nuisances, but one person gave them the first glance and thought they were pretty. Maccready grumpily walked up to sole and placed the crown in their hands. He watched as Sole admired it and thanked him.
“Don’t thank me, I didn’t want to make it anyway, it was just a fricking daré.” He pulled his hat down to (try) hide the faint blush that creeper up his ears and face. The blush only darkened as the flower crowned sole leaned in and kissed his cheek then walked off, leaving him with a cocktail of emotions.
Nick smiled, a sad but warm smile. The flower crown before him reminded him of Jenny. The memory was fuzzy, but he could recall her laughter and her smile as she danced with a flower crown on her head. It was a sad memory, but it was a happy one, a memory before the country was turned into a radiated wasteland. Nick never made a flower crown, but he had an idea from the one in the memory. He weaved the leaves and flowers together with extreme concentration. It sat on his desk at the agency. When Ellie walked in on him when he was constructing it, he stuttered that it was just for a case. If a synth like him could blush at that moment, he’d look like a bright red tomato. Going up to sole, he smiled as he saw sole’s face light up noticing the crown.
“I uh, had some spare time, and well,” he chuckled slightly, “I made this, here.” He placed the crown on them and talked with them a bit, even sharing the memory of Jenny. He saw the corners of their face go up and they soon parted ways, each recalling a memory that would make them sad but happy for the rest of the day.
A/N: I got the idea to write this while going through this book “Mother Goose Rhymes”. There were so many cute rhymes in there! ^^ Anyways, I got the idea once I read this particular one and couldn’t not write it. So, enjoy! Warnings: None As always, (Y/N) is Your Name, (h/c) is hair color, and (e/c) is eye color. Just wanted to clarify in case anyone was confused.
The library of the Avengers tower was quiet and empty, except for one person near the window. The sun was setting, the window catching the view perfectly. You were seated front and center of the large glass pane, a book in your hands and a content smile on your face.
You were snug as a bug, engulfed in a big leather armchair with a blanket covering your legs. Today was a relaxing day for you and the whole group of superheroes. Missions were taken care of and no alien threats or anything like that happened to pop up. You greatly took advantage of the day off to catch up on the novel you picked up a few days prior. A content sigh passed your lips, the smile never leaving your face while your (e/c) orbs traveled across the printed pages. Nothing could ruin this moment.
A sudden slam of the library door ripped through the silence and you jumped. Spoke too soon. You held back a sigh as your eyes remained glued to your novel. There was only one other person that visited the library often, and with that entrance, it only made you more certain on who it was. A grumble came from the person who reached the back of your chair after a couple of seconds, and without looking back you greeted them; “Hello, dear.” “That Thor.” Loki’s voice was now at your side, pacing by your chair with a scowl on his face. “Always messing around-” “ ‘Hello to you too, (Y/N).’ “ You imitated your boyfriend’s accent. He stopped his pacing to roll his eyes but still leaned down to peck you on the cheek.
Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee Resolved to have a battle,
"Sorry, love. My brother’s just been pushing my buttons lately.” You hummed, your own way of telling him you were listening. Also impressed with his use of expressions. You’ve been teaching his some throughout your relationship. You shifted in the armchair when Loki made way to sit with you. The chair was big enough to fit the both of you on it.
He wrapped his slender arms around your middle, leaning his chin on top of your head as you kept on reading. “I don’t see why he insists on playing jokes on me all the time,” he continued. “It’s like he wants me to cause a scene.” “He just wants to have fun, is all.” You put in your two cents, hoping to ease the god’s troubled mind. Instead, Loki scoffed. “I don’t see how vandalizing my helmet is fun. Annoying, yes. But fun?”
For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
“He drew all over it. In Sharpie!” You rose a brow, a thought coming to mind as he explained more of his story. Thor apparently drew all sorts of pictures on Loki’s helmet. Loki, as usual, confronted his brother only for a fight to break out.
You pursed your lips, mind now focused on trying to connect the stories in your head. There was a small mother goose rhyme you read not too long ago, that sounded a lot like the Asgardian brothers’ recent fight. It was in a book one of the team members had gotten you for Christmas last year with other rhymes inside, as they knew your love for things as such.
“I admit, I might’ve gotten a little heated. It almost resulted in a fight.”
“Almost?” You turned around in Loki’s arms, now even more curious.
Just then flew by a monstrous crow, As big as a tar barrel,
The raven-haired man nodded, “Romanoff came in at the last second and yelled at us.” He looked slightly embarrassed towards the end of his sentence as if Natasha’s fire actually scared him.
Which frightened both the heroes so, They quite forgot their quarrel.
“After that, I forgot what I really was angry about. Until I came here.”
A smirk began to stretch across your face as Loki finished his story. He caught the look on your face, furrowing his brows in confusion. “What is so amusing about this?”
You bit your lip, forcing yourself not to let that smile widen. “Oh, nothing. Just a thought.” Turning back around, you reached for your book again. "Why don’t you get a book and read with me?“
"I’m alright here.” Forgetting your prior amusement, a small blush warmed your cheeks as Loki hugged you tighter, resting his head near yours. The two of you carried on relaxing in the fleeting sun’s warmth and each other’s company.
Unable to hold it in any further, a giggle escaped you. “What is so funny!?” “Nothing!”
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I really liked this idea, so it was fun to write. I’m glad I have the inspiration to write, it’s given me the courage to actually put my work out there. Finally. Anyways, I’m thinking maybe I should write more one-shots revolving around a mother goose rhyme. Any thoughts?
Companions are Dared to give Sole a Flower Crown Part 2
(Sorry that Gage’s and Ada’s were really short compared to the rest ^^’ I had no.clue what to write for them!)
EDIT: I added Maxson! ^^
Piper immediately got to work when told to make sole a flower crown. She sat in her office in diamond city, tying and weaving flowers together. She even began to get a little creative, making some old newspaper articles into rose buds. The base of the crown was semi neatly weaved together with strands of newspaper weaved in. The flowers were mostly Hubflowers and Bloodleafs with newspaper rose buds. With the crown finally finished, she went to go find sole.
“Hey, blue! I was told to uh, make this for you,” she smiled awkwardly, “I hope you like it.” She then proceeded to place the crown on their head. They gave her a look of confusion that had a glint of playfulness when noticing the newspaper.
“What? It’s unique! I bet I’m the first to make one like that!” She giggled as they flicked her hat and proudly walked around Sanctuary with the crown on.
Preston pulled his hat down smiling as he started walking towards sole, flower crown in hand. He didn’t have to work on it, it seemed as if he was a natural when creating it. The flowers were pretty and light, small blooms that were bright purples. The leaves as green as a relaxing quiet forest. He walked up to sole and carefully placed it on their head, tucking some stray hair out of their face. He cleared his throat,
“I uh, I made that for you,” He chuckled softly and messed with his hat, a soft blush creeping up upon his face, “I thought you might like it.”
He was surprised when sole hugged him, but he hugged back. Then, the two had a nice walk around Sanctuary, talking about the improvement of the commonwealth and beauty within it.
Stro.g is a well, well he is a super mutant
He didn’t know what a flower crown was or hoe to even make one.
“What is , flower crown? Strong confused!” When explained that it was a form of respect he got up to go make one. Practically ripping up weeds and damaged flowers from the ground, he smashed the flowers together until it was one pounded mess that stayed put. Stomping over towards sole he dropped the pounded flower mess on sole’s head.
“Strong respect funny human, strong make crown to show respect.” Sole thanked strong, and he huffed almost running into a few terrified settlers in his path.
X6-88 flat out refused the daré. It was “inefficient” and “pointless”. However, seeing sole’s shoulders slump slightly, he sighed. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was growing soft for sole, putting himself more into harm’s way to protect them, and not scolding them as much. There was still no way he was going to weave flowers together to make such a silly thing so he settled for making an extravagant bouquet. It was big and colorful (courtesy of the institute) with a red silk bow to tie it together. X6 watched sole’s eyes widen in surprise when noticing the bouquet.
“Sir/Ma'am, I was not going to make you a crown but, I respect you enough that I had to present you something.”
Sole smiled and thanked him, taking the bundle of flowers in their arms and watched as X6 walked off. However, no one will ever notice the smallest hint of a blush forming his face.
“Haha! No way! I don’t do that.” Gage said chucking. He watched as Sole pouted, he knew that they just wanted to.catch him weaving flowers together, unlike the tough raider he was.
“Maybe I can make it up to you?” He winked making sole slightly flustered but still pouty.
“I do not understand how the mechanics of the making of a flower crown works, Nor have I the experience.” Ada was very unfamiliar with flowers crowns. She never heard of them before. Sole laughed slightly, fully knowing that she’d have no clue what to if given the tools to make one.
Maxson rolled his eye, he wasn’t one to make flower crown like danse. However, unlike danse, he refused to make a Flower Crown for sole. Similar to x6-88, He made them a bouquet. It was a small bouquet since there weren’t as many as extravagant flowers. They were a variety of flowers, red, purple, one was even a dark pure black.
“Knight, I was dared to…make you this.” Half thrusting and half carefully placing the bouquet on their hands. The Sole Survivor smiled warmly and kissed Maxson’s cheek, walking off to preserve the flowers in water, leaving the elder flustered slightly.
Can we talk about American Gods? We really have a dark-skin black woman playing a Biblical Queen and a Love Goddess. We have Black People portraying Egyptian Gods. The lead of the show is black. They have West African Gods being portrayed on mainstream media. Seeing black people’s mythology and history represented on screen by black actors is a big thing. People aren’t even aware of nor regard the several figures in Abrahamic religions being African. .