fallout x reader one shots

•paladin danse x female reader•

Before my BoS people get too into this story, please note I haven't progressed too far with the BoS before. I have completed the Minuteman and Railroad endings multiple times, but can never bring myself to follow through with the BoS (I have gotten as far as Blind Betrayal). SO, going off my smaller knowledge of the BoS, I'm bringing you the best Danse oneshot I can!

[SPOILERS]: THIS STORY CONTAINS INFORMATION DISCOVERED ABOUT DANSE IN BLIND BETRAYAL. IT WILL ALSO FOLLOW A MUCH DIFFERENT STORYLINE THEN THE ACTUAL OUTCOMES POSSIBLE IN THE QUEST.

"Danse please!" I cried, reaching for my best friend's hand.

"GET AWAY FROM ME, TRAITOR!" Danse shouted, recoiling at the thought of my touch.

"Please..." I wailed, falling to the cold floor of the listening post.

"Just get it over with." Danse muttered, stepping out of the scavenged Power Armor, "I have offended myself, you, and everything the Brotherhood stands for by my existence. Please. Just kill me. It is what a thing," he spit the word out distastefully, "deserves. Willow... I'm begging you."

I covered my eyes and thrust my gun in the Paladin's face, my finger trembling at the trigger.

"Danse I can't! Please, reason with me." I exclaimed, looking deep into Danse's dark eyes, trying to search for the man I knew and loved.

"You have a minute of my time before you or me pulls that trigger." Danse warned, relaxing his stiffened body.

"Come with me, please. Sneak out with me! Give me your holotags and I'll lie to Maxson," I rambled, the desperate measures I scrambled towards to try and keep Danse with me tumbling from my lips, "I'll do anything."

My voice fell to a whisper, and Danse looked away from me, hiding himself from me. Shameful tears rolled down my face, and I weakly threw my gun onto the floor.

"Listen to me. I don't know if it's friendship, or an anomaly in my programing. After all, I'm not really human. But whatever it is, I can't deny feeling closer to you than anyone else I've ever met." Danse said, wiping the tear that rolled down his normally harsh complexion.

My eyes followed the tear that streaked down the soldier's face, and I looked at in wonder. Valentine didn't cry. X6-88 didn't cry. Why Danse?

"Danse, look at yourself. You're the most human synth I've ever seen. Damnit Danse! You're crying! The Institute made you to be a human." I retaliated, grabbing the synth's hands in my own.

Danse looked down at my hand and flinched, acting as if he didn't deserve touch from a human. I only squeezed harder, looking into his dark eyes.

"And know, I feel the same way Danse. I-I can only hope it's more than friendship." I said forcefully, stepping back from the Paladin.

"Are-are you saying you're in love with me? This doesn't make any sense." his eyes widened, "After all the Brotherhood taught you how could you be in love with... well a machine?" Danse asked, cocking his brow at me.

"If you were just a machine, would we be having this conversation?" I asked back, placing a hand on my hip.

"I-I don't know. I'm not certain what the Institute embedded in my brain to handle things like this. If I was just human, wouldn't this be a Hell of a lot easier?" Danse answered softly, averting his gaze from me.

"You're not just a machine Danse. In fact, you're more human than most people could ever hope to be." I insisted, practically praying Danse would see where I was coming from.

"Coming to terms with these... well human feelings, is going to be a very difficult journey. But if we can tackle these obstacles together, I think that this relationship could last a very long time." Danse said softly, his dark eyes finding the courage to look into mine.