Fallout Preferences and Oneshots

Companions propose to sole

(I only did a couple now because the ideas hit me like a freight train when I first read the prompt- if anyone would like additional characters, please do not hesitate to ask)

Danse:

"There's..there's something important I would like to ask you..."

Danse, as terrible as he claims to be with emotions, would be anything but when it comes down to finally popping the question. This is primarily due to him planning the occasion out for weeks in advance, maybe even practicing in the mirror a couple times.

He'd make sure it was a special event, be it that he was still in the brotherhood or not. He'll take you out for whatever crappy wasteland food you want, even if it's something ridiculous like Salisbury steak. After which you may start to notice the unrest he begins to feel, his movements even more stiff- highlighted by his unusually power-armourless body. Eventually he will round the day off by asking you to look up at the wasteland stars with him, taking a couple noticeable deep breaths before he interrupts your tranquil star gazing by whispering your name.

One the few times you've ever seen Danse look fragile is when he finally pushed through his flowery words and asked you the question he had wanted to ask since he realized he loved you. His pretty eyes would be shiny from the happy tears that shamelessly formed whenever you said yes, allowing him to slide a humble metal ring upon your finger.

It was quite possibly the fondest memory Danse has.

Gage:

"Let's do it boss. You and me..we can take the world, together."

Of course, Gage would've had maybe a couple breakdowns when he realized what he wanted to do. It certainly wasn't typical for raiders to get married, then again, his relationship with you was nothing short of extraordinary.

Now, you should already know that Gage isn't the type of man to throw some big extravagant charade to ask for your hand- instead..he'll wait until your position as Overboss is sound. Sort of like..whenever the power was restored to the park. As a matter of fact, he couldn't have thought of a better time to act.

So with crimson flashes of light flaring off in the distance, Gage suddenly clasped your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. It would be a challenge to tear your eyes away from the glory of the fireworks, however seeing the equally as brilliant blush on his freckled face made it bearable.

His lips would form a straight line as he sighed, his one green eye looking you up and down before he finally spoke. If you were to ask him to repeat himself, he'll just chuckle and plainly ask if you were willing to make him "Mr. Overboss".

Maxson:

"Believe me when I say this, (y/n)...you've brought honor upon us all. Through victory or the promise of a brighter future- but now I must confess, nothing would bring me any greater honor than your hand. So, would you maybe be interested in being Sentinel Maxson?"

Arthur was a nervous wreck the entire time. You'd think with the pressure to marry someone looming over his head that this process would be easier- but it wasn't. Perhaps it was because he actually loved you...love always does seem to complicate things. Nonetheless, despite almost puking his guts up from nerves, he formally requested a day of leave for both himself and you.

Once that whole process was finished, he'd take you to the site of your very first "date", Nordhagen Beach.

From the very start you'd probably be able to see something was wrong. His hands were restless, his gaze not able to fixate on you for more than a few minutes..plus he was bright pink from his nose to the tops of his cheeks. In addition to this, each time he tried to speak, his words would come out horribly out of order if not with a shaky voice to boot.

It wasn't until you finally called him out on his peculiar behavior that he realized he needed to act fast. So, trying his very best to will away the gut wrenching anxiety he felt, he'd use his lovely overly formal style of diction to ask you the big question. However seeing as you started giggling the second he said "Sentinel", he thought that somehow he messed everything up and lost his chance...but thankfully, you were quick to kiss his flushed cheek and mutter your affirmation to him.

He didn't even know how to contain himself. He might've briefly felt like he was going to pass out.

Nick:

"Nothing in the whole world would make me happier if you became my permanent partner..(y/n) (l/n), will you marry me?"

Having the memories of a pre-war man, Nick has a very traditional sense of of proposal that you would probably expect. Much like Danse, he'll take you out to eat..only he'll make sure it'll be the nicest place a synth can get into. That and he'll actually trade out his tattered trench coat for a rather dashing suit ensemble.

The whole night would be magical. He'd take you around to look at the flashy lights of Diamond City, maybe go talk some "tasteful trash" about some of the upper stands people. He's game to do whatever you please..however when you get back home to the agency, you'll be faced with your robotic lover going down onto one knee and presenting you with a dainty box- popping it open to reveal a rather pretty ring and he pops the question.