Fallout Preferences and Oneshots

Companions react to their baby not wanting them to go

Danse:

"I wish I could stay too, but..for now I trust that you won't give your brother too hard of a time, right?"

He'd feel absolutely terrible. Having to bend down to peel his little one off his leg they attached themselves to, instead holding them up eye level with him.

Oddly enough, your child seemed to be calmed down when Danse spoke to them. They had all the faith in the world in their dad, even if he still left..they knew he'd be back soon....and usually with some neat artifact that him and their mom/dad banter about how "historic" it was.

However if they ever muster up the courage to let some tears slip? Danse would be beside himself trying to figure out a way not to fail you and derail the mission while also trying to make them stop crying.

Deacon:

"Hey kiddo, chin up. Daddy isn't going to be gone for long. Look, as soon as I get back we can play hide-and-seek or anything you want, you name it."

He internally was screaming when his kid stopped him by the door, little tears making their eyes glassy as they looked up at him with a quivering lip.

He wouldn't allow himself to linger for long, knowing that he'd give in if he didn't leave soon. However true to his word, he'd make sure to play to their heart's content when he got back.

Gage:

"Quit that crying nonsense and hurry up. I ain't going nowhere without ya, kiddo."

As tough as he wished he would've been, he crumbled at the first sign of them crying. If there was one thing to get him to break, it was definitely that.

As such, regardless of just where the hell his daily misadventures took him- there would be his own little "mini me" piddling around. So long as they stay in his eyesight, he's alright.

Hancock:

"Okay little buddy, you win this round. Let's go say hi to Aunt Daisy.."

It didn't take him long at all to crumble. All your babe had to do was grab his coat sleeve, looking up with their best "puppy-dog eyes" as they begged their father not to leave.

Knowing he still had to tend to his mayoral duties, he sighed. Eventually he'd just come to outstanding conclusion to be a major pushover and let them just tag along. Hell, he even let them wear his hat.

It was "training" them. At least that's what he told himself to not face the fact that a little kid completely runs him. His little kid.

Macready:

"Fine, fine! I'll stay, just please don't tell your mom/dad that it's you guys that made me..."

He has it the worst.

Imagine having to say, "No, I got to go this time" to one child. Okay, now imagine having to say it to three. Between Duncan, Shaun and any other children you may have, there will always be some reason why dad just has to stay home. So, unless it's something absolutely dire, Mac is forever a stay at home father.

Maxson:

"Well...Dada is going to be really busy today but, how about the both of you tag along?"

His automatic reaction would be to lovingly scold his child, telling them that "daddy had very important things to deal with". However it dawned on him..was that what his own father said when he was a babe? Was something similar the last words spoken by a man that he couldn't even remember looked like?

So stopping himself before he said anything he'd regret, he looked down at the little dark haired babies tugging at each side of his battle coat, tears beginning to well in their eyes.

That's it.

No matter what he was going out to do that day, the officers could expect two baby Maxsons at their father's side. Imagine your surprise when you boarded the Prydwen with blood all over you and being greeted with your little ones' hugging each leg of your power armor.

Nick:

"I'm sorry hon, this case is too dangerous to take you along..but uh, how about we go get some power noodles when we get back? Sound good?"

If he knew it would've been this hard to work, he might've reconsidered having children. Well, not really. Things were just so much easier when he didn't feel like a traitor for leaving to work a case.

That was exactly what happened when his baby, his precious baby, stopped him in his tracks, asking just where he was going without them. With a whole lot of hesitance, he'd explain just why he couldn't let them come along this time- hating everyone second of it as he saw the heartbreak in their eyes.

He'd make it right though. Even if it meant going to the ends of the earth while he was still out just to get that one particular flavor of nuka-cola they loved.

Old Longfellow:

"Sheesh, kiddo...I gotta...darn, alright come on. But, don't tell your ma/pa......I'm getting to old for this."

Naturally he's always been the type to get into, if not incite trouble, so why would his child be any different? They weren't.

As soon as they overheard him saying something about going to take a fishing trip out in the "storm-banks" they just knew they had to go with. Plus, they didn't want their da leaving them for that long anyways.

So, they'd make sure to grab their ma/da's helmet and meet him at the door, giving him a stern look and stating just what they wanted. How could he say no? Besides, he knew the waters well enough.

Preston:

"I'm sorry baby girl/boy, but some good people need papa and mama/dada's help. I promise you I'll be back soon."

He'd be honest with them, trying to fight through the tug of his heartstrings when they gave him those "puppy dog eyes." The sooner they understood, the better after all. So, he'd explain just why him and mama/dada were leaving and why it was important that they be good for "Grandma Murphy".

Sturges:

"Aw..don't do that sweetheart, you're breaking my heart."

He feels so bad. Being a first time parent leaves room for all kinds of new learning experiences...so far what Sturges learned is that this whole parenting thing is hard.

That was a no-brainer.

One morning his child saw him strap on his overalls, quick to retrieve his toolbox. They connected the dots. As quick as their little legs could take them, they literally blocked off the door and sat down in protest.

It hurt a lot but he eventually had to convince them that he had to go..leaving them more upset than sad. He'll make it up to them though, having a brand new toy made especially for them.

X6-88:

"These measures you go to are..ruthless."

Your child would go as far as to stealing his boots and ammunition, refusing to tell him where they put it until he promises to stay just a little while longer. So, X6 is more impressed than he is agitated.

His child learns quickly. How quaint.

Regardless, X6 would still feel a twinge or guilt when he finally leaves. Finding himself unable to think about anything other than reuniting with his little baby, which often leads him to not enjoying this whole "thrill of the hunt" thing as much as he used to.