Fallout Preferences and Oneshots

"I See Red." (hancock x sosu soulmate au)

Upon the cruel topic of love and what was accepted to be "finding the right one", you could do nothing but laugh. It had to have been just some strange superstition after all these years, some stupid joke that people just couldn't let die. You see, your world is one of a monochromatic scale- something you've suspected that all people actually see in place of the so called "vibrant flourish" that only is permitted once you gaze upon the even more absurd "soulmate".

What a crock of shit.

You've known better than that. You've been married, had the love of a lifetime and a child as the fruit of that union. How much more kismet could one get? It was true, your life hadn't been animated by rainbows after you first met your spouse..but it hadn't for them either. Yet the two of you seemed to love one another enough to bridge the difference, so life was good. The only regret that you could say you had was whenever all of it was taken away from you, the little voice in the back of your mind, the one that believed in the superstition, whispering to you horrible things like "now you'll never know what your son's eye color was" and so on.

In fact, this melancholy had to have swallowed you whole by the time you became acclimated to this never ending hellish reality. Grey never seemed to be a more appropriate color, but..you wouldn't really know the difference anyway.

That is until the fateful day you finally made the trip to Goodneighbor and some asshole attempted to extort you.

You had only caught a mere glimpse of a grey petticoat before suddenly the unthinkable happened. There were truly no words to describe it- the whole earth as you knew it began to bleed life. The drab greys you've known for so long retreating like the tide from the banks of a beautifully vivid beach. Of all the ways your friends had described color to you, none of them hardly did it any justice- it was though you were truly feeling for the first time. There probably wasn't any better place for such an occurrence to happen either- the obnoxious luminescent neon signs, the decorative graffiti, oh, it was a spectacle.

However the most prominent one to you was the color you learned was red. Such a rich, remarkable hue. It was hard not to love it. The red of your scars, the red of the man's lifeblood pooling from where this mysterious figure's knife had pierced him, and finally- red, like the color of the coated being that sprung this cacophony of beauty.

In hindsight you had wished that you could've done more. Maybe even elicit some reaction to the blatant murder that just took place, shit, maybe even thank the beautifully red man. Alas, the only thing you could do was gape as said man calmly strode over towards you, each of his steps sending your heart into a frenzy to the point of feeling like it was going to implode.

"Well, I be damned..this whole soulmate thing is real. This can't be right though, I don't think I deserve someone so pretty."

And those were the words that were burned just as vividly in your mind as when the greys melted away.