Codsworth x Reader Oneshots (Femdom imagines)

Dancing cheek to cheek (Ch.3)

It's not easy to make the ruins of the Commonwealth feel like home. No amount of decor can disguise the ugliness of the nuclear fallout that became Massachusetts. Lucky for the citizens of Sancturary, you love a good challenge. You can indeed be a little pretentious from time to time, but nothing can deter you from your mission of giving those in need a safe place to call home. That was one of the reasons Codsworth idolized you.

After everyone had settled in, you made sure that every home had the necessary items to recreate the feeling of life before the war. That included Codsword's favorite, the Televison.

Not only did he pride himself on keeping up with the latest news, but there was a program in particular that caught his attention.

It wasn't something he would admit, but he enjoyed watching old dancing tapes on his favorite broadcasting station. On multiple occasions, you caught him oggling the small screen. The tapes were from way back in your time, when people danced with enthusiasm and joy. The men and women pranced and hopped to giddy tunes, almost as if they danced on clouds.

Again, like every day, Codsworth tuned in to the station, as he swept floors that didn't need sweeping just to keep himself in front of that screen. "Dream a little dream of me by Ella Fitz-Gerald," the voice in the teli announced before displaying what appeared to be a couple slow dancing to the melody.

Codsworth attentively observed the steps as the lovers swayed back and forth. He spent that moment wondering how it would feel to become synchronized in dance with somebody.

"Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin' in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me"

Most especially, he liked to imagine himself dancing alongside you. Nevertheless, he shook the thought away, embarrassed by it all. But when he lingers on the subject, the thrill of it doesn't let him perform basic tasks. So, he tries his best to keep away from the thought entirely. That was before you walked into the room. "Whatcha' watching, Cods?"

He snaps back into reality, but he can't remember what chore he was doing. "Miss Y/n, finished with the new renovations already?" he began pretending to dust the counter. 

"Not yet, but I'm going to continue tomorrow." You place your coat on an empty chair before noticing your favorite song playing on the TV. "That dance brings back memories, you know? Nate and I always danced to it."

Codsworth turned away, "Did you now? I don't recall," he said, putting on a lively voice.

"Every weekend, right after dinner, how can I forget? He was a great husband," you sigh.

He quickens the pace at which he scrubs. "Yes, that I do remember..."

"Would you like to dance?" you tap him. The broom halts, "Come again?"

"I asked if you wanted to dance with me, it's been so long since I've danced- That is, if you can, of course." 

"But- Miss Y/n! I wasn't programmed to do such things..." He scrambles to get hold of the cleaning rag, but you scoop it away from him. "We'll make it work, don't worry," you assure, gently pulling him into your arms. Codsowrth hesitantly places his claw on your waist, barely touching you. 

Taking a step forward, he hoveres at your pace, glad that he did not have legs to trip over. More confidently now, you slowly turn, feeling his thruster's heat on your leg. He looks over your shoulder, unable to control the thumping in his nuclear core. Having you guide him through dance was a dream, knowing this moment would be forever etched in his memory bank.

"Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you,

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you,
But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me'~"

You lean on him, reminiscing on the way you used to dance with your husband. Feeling your heart ache when you remembered his tragic death. Hugging Codsworth tighter, hoping to forget, you whisper the lyrics into his auditory sensors. He feels the sadness in your voice, and decides to gently ease you into a spin as they do in the films. The corners of your mouth creased warmly as you spun back into his arms. "Not bad, Cods. I didn't know Mister Handy's could dance."

"Neither did I, mum" he states, softly chuckling to ease the mood. 

You pause contemplating if wether to speak, "Codsworth?" you pause hesitant to speak, "How- how do you move on from someone?" 

Codsworth instantly knew what you were talking about, and takes his time to process his answer. For he also grieved the death of the man he considered family. He lets silence sink into the room before speaking in a softer tone, "Perhaps you will never let go, mum... But the stars at night will keep on shining and the sun in the sky will continue to rise as if nothing happened. Life must go on, I'm afraid." he assured woefully, "However, you have to give it time to heal, just like a wound that recovers. The scar may not fade away, however, it will certainly stop hurting the way it used to."

Although you didn't want to believe him, Codsworth was right. It took you some time to accept the events that widowed you, but for now all you could do was keep on living. "You are right Codsworth, thank you." 

Neither of you had realized the song had ended, but you didn't care to stop. Instead, you both continued slow dancing to your heart's content, finding peace in eachother's company. As the music resumed, you realized you weren't the only one who felt alone in this new world. "I couldn't be more glad to still have you by my side, Cods," you sighed, causing a flutter of emotions in his core. "You don't know what an honor it is to hear that, mum." Codsworth wished he had a mouth to smile with, but instead he held you closer, hoping you knew how much you meant to him. Swaying to the melancholic rhythm with you, the moment seemed to go on forever.