if you still have your requests open, maybe companions react to Sole kissing them in order to keep quiet around enemies? maybe romanced companions too? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but fantastic blog btw c:
Cait: “Why don’t you shut your damn-” Sole cuts her off mid-hiss, stifling the angry whisper so the passing enemies don’t catch wind of her theatrics. Cait’s caught off-guard, and briefly considers throwing Sole off just out of spite. But, Sole’s lips are awfully nice. Tossing them into battle would just be rude. So, grudgingly, Cait lets herself be silenced, even returning the kiss near the end.
Codsworth: “Ah… Mx. Sole, I appreciate the intent, but putting your mouth on my speaker will not actually muffle the sounds. The reverberation inside my torso will-” A barrage of gunfire pelts the cover to their side. “I see that perhaps now was not the best time to correct you.”
Curie: Her squeak is adorable to say the least, and she turns very still, her hands curling into her pants, or the dirt if they’re lying on soft ground. Sole’s looking around her, keeping an eye on the enemies, but Curie is transfixed, baffled by this strange act of “kissing.” Sole has to gently pull away when she gets a little too distracted by experimenting with it.
Danse: The paladin isn’t mouthy at the best of times, but he must have been talking just a little too loud for Sole to hush him up just then. He doesn’t say anything. His cheeks flame red and he goes very still, thinking that he must be imagining what Sole just did. He’s almost thankful when the shooting starts, as it allows him to hide the burning color in his face.
Deacon: He pulls away, startled. The sound of his movement gives them away, and the pair have to scramble to fight off the baddies. Sole apologizes sheepishly, and Deacon waves them off with a embarrassed chuckle. “Sure, sure. I get what you were going for, and I know I’m irresistible-” He flashes finger guns at them. “-but you have to give me a little warning. Thanks.”
Dogmeat: He goes still, tail pointed up with Sole’s hands on his face and their lips on his nose. His ears point straight up, but he’s as quiet as can be. He’s a very good boy, and gets rewarded with headpats when the enemies pass.
Hancock: Whatever he was saying becomes a pleased hum when Sole’s lips meet his. Without missing a beat, he returns the kiss, catching Sole off-guard, but not in a bad way. The ghoul might not have much lip left, but he knows how to use what he’s got. Poor Sole ends up being seduced after that. They should know better than to get a lecherous mayor in the mood.
Nick Valentine: He’s shocked. This is not something he’s had to deal with for a long time, though he can’t say he hasn’t thought about it. His hands flail for a minute, ghosting over Sole’s body before awkwardly resting on their hips. He feels like a schoolboy seeing his first boob all over again. Though, if Sole likes the flabbergasted look on his face, he could seeing a lot more than that later.
MacCready:Hot damn. He’s allowed to swear in his head, right? For a moment, he curses himself for not brushing his teeth yesterday. He never brushes his teeth, but he always thinks he will. And he should have done it yesterday. Now he just has to savor the feeling of Sole’s mouth until they pull away and he has to shoot some bastards with a tent in his jeans.
Piper: Her cheeks tint a pretty shade of pink. Her eyebrows lift, and she takes the moment to try and kiss… good. Kiss better? Kiss well? She’s not sure what the right word is. She ends up sticking her tongue in Sole’s mouth in an attempt to be “seductive,” which makes Sole burst into giggles and defeats the point of trying to be quiet anyway.
Preston: He goes quiet until the enemies’ footsteps fade away, then gently pulls back from Sole’s lips. “Take me out to dinner first?” he asks with a smile. He and Sole giggle, but then the giggles fade, and their eyes meet. The silence lasts a few seconds before Preston goes in for another kiss, and, well…
Strong: “HUMAN NOT EAT STRONG.” Whoopsie, now they’re being shot at. Poor Sole. They tried.
X6-88: When Sole pulls away, X6 sounds almost irritated. “There were better ways to handle that situation,” he says, though the annoyance is mostly to hide his surprise. No one’s ever kissed him like that before. No one’s ever kissed him before, period. Later, much later, he musters the confidence to ask: “So… what you did, three days ago. During the… stealth maneuver. What was your motivation behind that?”
so here's a scenario for you- the sole survivor is one of the best people the companions have met. however, they seem to be the only one that thinks that - as anyone who meets the sole survivor is rude, overly mad, and even blames them for things that aren't the sole's fault - even other companions (other than the ones in the react). can we get a companions react to one more person being rude to the sole - and the companion's had enough of people being rude?
Cait: She snaps. She whirls around, catches the offender by the lapels of their coat, and shoves them up against the nearest wall. “Alright, listen up, you fuckwit son of a bitch.” Her fists grip tighter, and her knuckles turn white. She goes nose to nose with her prey. “Sole is one of the best people you’ll ever have the fuckin’ luxury to know. And if I hear you say shit about them one more time, I’ll beat yer ass so hard you won’t shit right for a week.”
Codsworth: “Mx. Sole, I’ve had enough!” he blurts. He flinches when all eyes turn on him, but pushes on. “You’ve done nothing but kind things for these people, and sacrificed so much to be here. I can’t- I can’t stand seeing them be so rude to you! And I-I know it doesn’t mean much, from me, I know no one listens to me, but.” He turns and addresses the crowd. “You all should be ashamed of yourselves!”
Curie: “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she exclaims, rounding on the person. She wags a scolding finger at them, looking like an indignant schoolteacher. “Sole has been nothing but good and kind to me, and everyone else we’ve met! The only reason any of you have been unkind is because of small-minded fears and prejudices. Well, no more. Sole deserves all the respect and kindness in the world.”
Danse: “I suggest you keep your mouth shut, civilian.” Danse rises to his full height, looking very imposing in his power armor and fierce glare. “Maybe you are incapable of respecting good people when you see them, but this person is better and more capable than you’ll ever be. Perhaps you should learn when to pick your battles, instead of insulting people with more honor in their little finger than you have in your entire body.”
Deacon: “Let he who has committed no sin cast the first stone, am I right?” he snaps back. He glances at Sole. “That’s the line, right?” Without waiting for a reply, he pushes on. “Maybe you should stay out of other people’s business, ‘kay? You don’t want me insulting you just because you haven’t brushed your teeth for three weeks and smell like you hit your kids, or something. Just, like, have a little respect. We don’t all need to be assholes.”
Dogmeat: He growls at them, even snapping his jaws if he finds them particularly repulsive. He won’t do anything unless Sole commands it, but he makes sure to glare at and snarl at the insulting person whenever they’re around.
Hancock: His eyes narrow, black depths glimmering. He steps forward, between the jerk and Sole, somehow looming over them regardless of any difference in height. “I think you were talking to the wrong person,” Hancock says, brandishing a knife, shining in the light. “’Cause I’m a real bastard. I own that. But Sole? Nah. They’ve never done anything to you, and never will.” He points his knife towards the curve of their neck. “Me, though…”
Nick Valentine: “Don’t do this.” Suddenly he’s all sharp and angry, losing his temper in the blink of an eye. “You remember how you treated me, years ago, when I was a newbie to this town and your kind loathed me?” He jerks a thumb to his chest. “How’d that work out for you? Maybe you should think before you speak.” He’s almost like a disappointed father, berating and shaming the jerk into mumbling an apology.
MacCready: “Well, you- you suck!” he shouts, glowering at them over his shoulder. It sounds way lamer than he imagined it in his head, though, and the jerk laughs at him. So he marches forward, all short and thin and furious. “Yeah, laugh, go right ahead. You won’t be laughing when I- when I pop your head from a hundred miles away, asshole.” The use of profanity is lost on the stranger, but Sole gasps, and Mac feels a little proud.
Piper: “How dare you?” she snaps, jabbing a finger into their chest. “After everything Sole’s done for you? What? What are you saying about me, too. Are you saying I’m dumb for traveling with them? ‘Cause, hoo-boy, buddy, believe you me, I’m not as nice as Sole. I’ll- I’ll fight you. I will! Let’s just- let’s go out back. Right now. You and me. Mano-e-mano. Or, uh… Persono… e… woman-o. Yeah. Let’s go. Let’s do this.” Sole has to drag her away, still shouting.
Preston: He turns on the person, looking stern. “Have you ever fought for anything?” he demands. “Sole has given up so much to support the Commonwealth, and never gets a word of thanks for it. Before you judge them, before you blame them, maybe you should think about what we’re trying to accomplish, in the long run.” He gets up on his soapbox and gives a heartfelt speech. People are inspired. Old women cry. He kisses a baby afterwards.
Strong: He twitches. Before anyone can stop him, he’s got one meaty paw around the offender’s neck, giving it a pinch to see how the person squirms. Everyone rushes to stop him, but he looks to Sole, ignoring the other humans. “Strong break?” he asks, waiting for the order.
X6-88: He seems calm at first. “Should I kill them, Mx. Sole?” he asks, almost pleasant. Sole says no, of course, but that doesn’t stop him. He tracks them down, later, and is waiting in their house when they come home that day. He takes off his sunglasses, and somehow, that’s more terrifying than anything else. “You shouldn’t have spoken to Sole like that,” he says, and suddenly there’s a knife in his hand. “I’ll make sure you don’t make that mistake again.”
Headcannons about what it's like to date the companions? (Minus any that would make you uncomfortable of course)
Headcanons: Dating the Companions
Strong, Codsworth, and Dogmeat have been excluded.
Cait isn’t sure how this whole “dating” thing works. She’ll make fun of Sole and snark at them, but if anyone else tries to hurt Sole, she’d kick their ass without thinking about it. God knows she’d die for them. Sole is hers. She’s insecure, and easily made jealous. She’s not good at verbal or physical affection. Just admitting she cares is hard enough. But with time, and love from Sole, it becomes easier for her to say “I love you.”
Dating Curie means answering endless questions every day. “Look at this,” or “look at that,” or “what do you think of this?” She lacks experience, but makes up for it in enthusiasm, showering Sole in compliments and kisses. She loves intellectual conversation, and often spouts off about her most recent experiments or ideas. She says “mon ami” every time she speaks of them, and hopes they love her as much as she does them.
Danse is baffled Sole would be interested in him, despite however long they’ve been together. It shows. He wants to express affection, but he’s so worried about doing or saying the wrong thing, he usually keeps his mouth shut. His love shows in soft gestures - tucking Sole’s hair behind their ear, or making breakfast early in the morning. He blushes when giving Sole a compliment, and never initiates anything more than a kiss, but accepts whatever Sole gives him.
Deacon goes back and forth between being happy he has Sole in his life, and terrified that it’s all going to go wrong or that they’ll abandon him. He never displays affection publicly, never even admits to most people that they’re together. But he murmurs “I love you” before they fall asleep at night, and Sole is the only one he lets touch him. It’s important that Sole makes him feel safe and secure, and in exchange, Deacon loves them unconditionally.
Being with Hancock means having to keep an open mind. Hancock doesn’t do “traditional.” His idea of love and romance is going out at midnight and pissing on Brotherhood soldiers, of fucking under the overpass at three in the morning, of dancing on a rooftop to Pre-War jazz in the middle of the day. He’s generous with his time and affection, always calls Sole beautiful, and never forgets their birthday.
Nick Valentine is more of a stoic romantic than the other companions. He likes getting Sole a dozen flowers, or a box of chocolates, or hugging them from behind as they sip their morning cup of coffee. His love is warmer and softer, like he’s always thanking them for somehow loving him. His hand slides around Sole’s hip when he wants to protect them, and he’s always encouraging them to be the best version of themselves.
To love MacCready is a tad underwhelming. Or, only underwhelming if you were expecting more. MacCready’s not big on being needy or overly romantic. He likes having a cute face around the house. They get him a drink, he calls them gorgeous. Mac’s a simple man, with simple needs. He likes staying at home and holding Sole’s hand as they watch Duncan play, or blushing when Sole catches him staring. Quiet stuff.
Piper is bombastic. And a tad temperamental. She’ll show up one day with crates of candy and presents. Or randomly drag Sole out to some hilltop outside Diamond City to show them a particular star she thought was pretty. She’s prone to bickering, nagging, gleeful arguing, though there’s never any malice behind it. She’s unpredictable, warm, and affectionate, and she loves a little heated debate. She’s a big fan of an argument turning into sex.
Preston likes long walks on the beach. No, really. He loves taking Sole out and just walking for hours along the Boston coast, talking about nothing and everything. Usually about the Minuteman. If he’s got one fault, it’s that he’s obsessed, but he’s at least as obsessed with Sole. He holds hands with them whenever they walk together. He talks about their future, and promises them a comfortable, safe life, giving them hope and a kiss every day.
X6-88 is, perhaps, the least romantic of the bunch. Just because he was never taught. It’s up to Sole to teach him how to love. When and when not to hold hands. How to kiss, how to touch. The Courser does notice things, though, and this works out for him. He never forgets a holiday, or something they said off-hand. He doesn’t say much, but his love shows in the way he makes Sole’s life easier, always happy to serve and listen, always wanting to make them happy.