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warning: slight angst with some fluff as it follows his storyline!
The walls of the Prydwen’s command deck were suffocating, the air heavy with tension and judgment. SS stood in front of Elder Maxson, their heart pounding in their chest as they tried to process the words that had just left his mouth.
“Paladin Danse is a synth,” Maxson said, his voice a steely blade cutting through the silence. “A product of the Institute, hiding among us as a spy, a traitor.”
They couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. The words felt like a bullet to the chest, each one more impossible to believe than the last. Danse, a synth? It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense. Danse had been their steadfast companion since the beginning, a man of unwavering loyalty and conviction. He was the embodiment of everything the Brotherhood stood for, wasn’t he?
Elder Maxson’s gaze didn’t waver as he continued. “This is a betrayal of the highest order. The Institute has manipulated us, infiltrated us, and Danse whether knowingly or not has been a part of that. He must be eliminated.”
SS finally found their voice, though it felt weak and unsteady. “You’re ordering me to… to kill him?”
Maxson leaned forward, his expression unrelenting. “Do not think of this as a personal matter, Knight. This is about the survival of the Brotherhood. Danse is a danger to us all. He must be dealt with immediately.”
Their mind raced, a thousand questions and emotions colliding at once. “And if I refuse?”
Maxson’s lip curled, his patience thinning. “You swore an oath to the Brotherhood. If you refuse, you will be considered complicit in his treachery and will be dealt with accordingly. Am I clear?”
The room felt as though it were spinning, the cold metal walls closing in around them. They swallowed hard and nodded, the motion automatic and detached. “Yes, Elder Maxson. Understood.”
The air outside the Prydwen was harsh and biting, the wind whipping against their face as they descended the ramp. They clutched their laser rifle tightly, though their grip was more out of habit than necessity. Each step felt heavier than the last, the enormity of what they’d been ordered to do pressing down on them like a physical weight.
Danse was hiding in a remote bunker, his location shared with them by one of Maxson’s operatives. It wasn’t far—a short vertibird ride to the wilderness just outside Listening Post Bravo. The journey passed in a blur, the thrum of the engines doing little to drown out the storm in their mind.
When they arrived, they disembarked alone, their boots crunching against the frost-covered ground. The bunker was nondescript, a squat building nestled against the side of a rocky hill. Its entrance was marked only by a rusting steel door, faintly lit by the pale glow of the overhead lamps.
Taking a deep breath, they approached, their fingers trembling as they punched in the access code Maxson had provided. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior. The air inside was damp and stale, and the faint hum of a generator echoed through the narrow corridor.
Danse was waiting for them in the main chamber. He stood without his power armor, his broad frame towering in the low light. Without the imposing bulk of the T-60 plates, he looked more vulnerable, though no less commanding. His muscular form was clad in a simple Brotherhood jumpsuit, the snug fabric showing the strength of his build—broad shoulders, powerful arms, and a chest that rose and fell heavily as he watched them approach.
He looked impossibly tired, dark shadows under his brown eyes. His jaw was clean-shaven, revealing the sharp, chiseled angles of his face. His short, dark hair was slightly tousled, no longer perfectly groomed as it had always been in the field. For all his weariness, his posture was still straight, his bearing still noble, even in the face of what awaited him.
When he saw them, his expression hardened, though there was no hostility in his gaze. Only resignation.
“You’ve come,” he said, his deep voice steady despite the circumstances. “I knew Maxson would send someone. I didn’t expect it to be you.”
They froze, unsure of how to respond. The sight of him, so raw and unguarded, made their heart ache. This was Danse, the man who had been their anchor through the chaos of the wasteland. How could he be anything else?
“I…” They hesitated, their voice faltering. “Danse, is it true? Are you…?”
He nodded solemnly, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I am. A synth. An abomination created by the Institute.” He spoke the words as though they were poison on his tongue. “Elder Maxson’s orders are clear. I am to be terminated.”
“Stop,” they interrupted, their voice trembling. “Just… stop.”
He frowned, his brows furrowing deeply. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it for my sake, Knight. I know what I am, and I know what must be done. I only ask that you make it quick.”
“Danse, I—” They faltered, the weight of the moment pressing down on their chest. “I don’t understand. You didn’t know you were a synth, did you?”
“No,” he admitted, his voice heavy with shame. “I didn’t. My memories… my convictions… they all felt real. I believed in the Brotherhood, in our mission, with every fiber of my being. But now I see it was all a lie. A machine can’t believe in anything. A machine can’t feel.” He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “I betrayed the Brotherhood just by existing. And I betrayed you.”
“You didn’t betray me,” they said fiercely, stepping closer. Their hands trembled at their sides, but they didn’t dare reach for him. Not yet. “Danse, you didn’t ask for this. None of this is your fault.”
He turned away, his shoulders slumping. Without the armor, he seemed smaller, the weight of his self-loathing bearing down on him. “Fault doesn’t matter. I am what I am. And what I am is a threat to everything we stand for.”
They took another step forward, their voice softening. “What about what we’ve been through? Everything we’ve done together—was that a lie too?”
His head snapped up, his eyes meeting theirs. For a moment, he seemed to falter, the carefully constructed walls around him cracking. “No,” he said hoarsely. “None of it was a lie. Every battle, every mission… every moment we spent together was real to me. But that doesn’t change what I am.”
They felt a lump rise in their throat. “And what are you, Danse? Tell me.”
He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I am a machine,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “A soulless construct built to mimic humanity.”
They shook their head, their voice rising with emotion. “No. You’re more than that. You’re Danse. The man who’s fought by my side, who’s risked his life for mine, who’s always put others before himself. That’s who you are.”
“Why are you saying this?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Why are you defending me? I don’t deserve it.”
“Because I love you,” they said, the words spilling out before they could stop them.
Danse froze, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, it seemed as though the world had stopped, the silence between them deafening.
“You… what?” he finally managed, his voice unsteady.
“I love you,” they repeated, their voice trembling but resolute. “I don’t care what the Brotherhood says, or what Maxson thinks, or even what you think you are. To me, you’re not a machine. You’re the man I trust with my life. The man I—” They broke off, their voice catching on a sob. “The man I can’t lose.”
He stared at them, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he stepped forward, his broad hands lifting to cup their face with a surprising gentleness. His touch was warm, his calloused fingers trembling slightly.
“You… love me?” he whispered, as if the words were too foreign to comprehend.
They nodded, tears streaming down their face. “Yes. I love you, Danse. I always have.”
His eyes softened, and for a moment, he simply stared at them, his gaze filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief. Then, before either of them could second-guess it, he leaned down and kissed them.
The kiss was tentative at first, his lips brushing against theirs as if afraid they might break. But when they didn’t pull away, he deepened it, his arms wrapping around them as though he never wanted to let go. They melted into him, their hands clutching at the fabric of his jumpsuit as they poured everything they couldn’t say into the kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But I swear, I will spend the rest of my life proving that I am worthy of your love.”
They smiled, their fingers brushing against his cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything, Danse. You already are.”
In that moment, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them.
could i get one of Danse just promising to hold you tight in his strong arms and you say “you’ll hold me like this?” And Danse says “just like this” dhdjdjdk *scurries away*
But they cradled me, yes?
Synopsis: When you tell Danse what you're about to do to the institute, he offers to hold you when you get back. He promises to just hold you.
Tags/cws: Angst with comfort, established relationship, fluff, Fallout 4 spoilers.
"I can't... I can't do it..." I whispered as I lowered my gun, unable to kill my friend, my only friend in this god forsaken world. Danse, one of the only people who saw worth in me when I emerged from my icy prison hell bent on revenge...
"Get up Danse, I'm not killing you today. Synth, Ghoul, human... You're my partner, my best friend. I'm not killing you." I ordered as I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.
"But-" Danse tried to reply only for my hand too cover his mouth. I shook my head and took his Holotags.
"Danse, go head to the Red Rocket truck stop near Sanctuary... That's my main base, well supplied and everything else. Dog Meat is there, it's safe, and it's basically a fortress..." I whispered as I pulled my hand back. "You're more human than anyone else ever was..."
Danse nodded softly and watched as you left, knowing what you were about to do. "Stay safe, please... I've lost my identity already, don't let me lose you too..." He whispered as I took a step back.
"When I get back, you'll hold me... Right?" I asked as I got into my power armor. Danse softly nodded as I left, not moving as I walked away.
My hands were shaking... Everything was gone... My son, my last parts of my husband... Gone... It was all gone. Nothing left, level and hollow. Where the institute once was hidden was now just a crater.
"You did good, Paladin..." Elder Maxson told me, but I didn't hear him... I didn't hear a thing they said to me, too focused on not crying. Shaun, well, Synth Shaun was holding my hand as I stared ahead blankly.
"Mom...?" S-Shaun asked softly, looking for the attention. I nodded my head and looked at him, silently sending him to the Red Rocket Truck stop near Sanctuary Hills, where Danse was.
I wiped my eyes and got into my power armor, ready to head back to the truck stop to tell Danse about what happened.
"Soldier... Soldier, you're back.." Danse smiled as he approached me. I nodded my head as I got out of my armor and motioned for him to do the same, holding back tears of anguish and pain.
"Remember when you said you'd hold me when I got back?" I asked as I watched him step out of his power armor. Danse nodded his head as he grabbed my head, taking me to the bedroom, which used to be the office, so we could be alone. "I could really use it now..."
Danse and I laid down, my head resting on his chest. "Like this?" He asked softly, his hands resting on my upper back . I nodded, not caring how he held me but just that he was holding me...
"Danse... My son is dead, the one thing I searched everywhere for is dead..." I whispered, starting to explain what just happened. "The Shaun that's now walking around our home... That's a synth..."
Danse nodded his head as he rubbed my back, just holding me as I cried and explained what happened. "I don't know what to do... Everything, everything hurts... I killed my son, I let him die... I couldn't even save him, I couldn't even save his father..."
"It's alright... We can't save everyone..." Danse whispered to me, just holding me. "We did what was right for the better of the commonwealth... Shaun would be proud of you..."
How could hands, hands coated in blood and brain matter be so comforting? How could a body, a body that is made of no flesh be so comfortable? How could a machine, made of science and will, be more human than other humans?
The hands that hold my body close like a sacred toy are soaked in unfathomable amounts of blood. Blood that I helped put there drop by drop. But a single question fills my mind as I relax into his hands... But they cradled me, yes?
A Nuka-World Honeymoon Part Two: The Galactic Zone
Pairing: Paladin Danse (Fallout) and Reader (Marriage)
Word Count: 1606
[PART ONE] [PART THREE]
The third day started with a very simple morning routine, the operators were still acting like generous hosts for whatever caps they got from Porter Gage. With you and Danse being fully settled in and already explored the first attraction which was Nuka-Town USA you moved towards the other parts of the park.
“We’ll save the best for last.” You replied to a previous point in your conversation about going to Vault-Tec: Among the Stars attraction. You held a map of the park in your hands as you went through the bridge separating the areas.
“What about the technology left there?” Danse asked, his arms crossed. That was obviously the only thing he cared about, even on his days off he was still only interested in extracting technology from the old world.
“We have all day, hon. I doubt It’ll run away if we focus on enjoying ourselves for a couple of minutes.” You looked at your partner who was now completely perplexed on how you could stay so calm when a thing so useful for the mission was right there in front of you.
You reached Galactic Zone which entrance was signaled by a bunch of planets and rockets in front of you as well as a large sign spelling NUKA-GALAXY, passing through it you finally reached the part of the park you had planned on touring today.
The first attraction you entered was Starport Nuka which was a museum based on the military technology, or at least it was one prewar. Now it was just a complete ruin.
Your hand gently traced alongside one of the broken displays a bittersweet smile on your face as you felt the rust of the metal under your fingertips.
“It looks great.” Danse said with a wide smile, he couldn’t complain about the current state of the building, after all he had nothing else to compare it to and the topic based on it was his favorite. His usual stoic expression was gone as he was actually enjoying himself. You didn’t care about the displays with weapons and tech anymore, all you could stare at was his smile and the way light reflected off his brown eyes. His cheeks raised upwards with the curve of his mouth. He reached into one of the displays and pulled out some kind of item starting to inspect it.
You sat down on the nearest surface and called him out. “You’re aware that in the old world you couldn’t touch the items, especially break them out of their enclosure.”
“The glass was already compromised, And I feel like Scribe Haylen would be very interested in inspecting this… item…” Danse pocketed whatever thing he found inside of the display then made his way towards you with a few quick steps.
“Other people would just send a postcard or buy a souvenir.” You grabbed his heavy calloused hand and Danse instinctively squeezed yours reassuringly. “But I’m sure she’ll love the gift.”
You stood in front of the display holding the power armor and stared at the model of heavy steel. The sight behind the window was a work of art. A flag hanging, under it a bunch of decorative rocks, and near it a dormant X-01 power armor unit.
You left Star Control and sat down on on the nearest bench, You pulled out a piece of mutfruit from your backpack and handed it to Danse, then pulled out another one for yourself. You put the piece of fruit into your mouth the sweet and slightly sour flavor exploded against your tongue with each chew. Danse wrapped his hand around you and pulled you closer to himself.
“I thought this whole honeymoon thing was a waste of time, but I’m actually enjoying my time with you,” The paladin said looking forward at the next attraction you’ll go to after you finish with your meal. “You know, I don’t mind where we are, as long as we’re in the mission together.”
“I know… I love you.” You smiled at him then took another bite of the fruit. “How are you adjusting?” You wiped the remains of the mutfruit juice from your husbands lips with your sleeve then planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
“To not having to do anything? Harder than I expected, I’m still looking for ways on how to help the Brotherhood even if we’re ‘resting’.” Danse brought his face closer to yours, your eyes locking with his as he leaned in closer and closer towards you, he put his lips on yours leaving a tender kiss on it which you could still feel after he stood up and started to stretch his legs.
You stepped in through the doors guiding you inside Starlight Interstellar Theater walking the messy hallways leading towards the main hall.
“We’re just in time for our viewing.” Danse said seeing the title of the showing which appeared on the screen which was missing a bunch of panels. He pushed one of the chairs back and guided you to it before sitting right next to you. The film was not that long, it wasn’t even a film. It was just a trailer playing on loop for the past 200 years. Your husband looked over at you wanting to see your reaction. “It was amazing, wasn’t it? I feel great about how much action it had.”
You knew that it wasn’t a full movie and just a bunch of short clips from it but you decided to not call him out on this. “Yup… Very good…” Before he could ask another question you deflected pointing to his own enjoyment over yours. “I’m glad you liked it, we should do this more often. With other movies preferably…” You looked over at the screen which looped the same trailer once more. Both of you stood up and started to make your way over to the kitchen area for some supplies. You stood there leaning over a table thinking of the ‘movie’ you just watched while Danse rummaged through some cabinets. One of the robot workers appeared in the doorway and scanned both of you.
“This area is employees only, please leave.” The protectron announced already preparing itself to kick you out back to the screening hall, before Danse could respond or grab his weapon you remembered what you could try to say to get the machine to leave you alone, or even help you out.
“We’re interns and the systems are taking a long time to update this week.” It was obviously a lie but it was a high risk high reward one. “We are… Doing a kitchen inspection, could you show us where you’re keeping all of your cooking supplies?” You added loudly with a gentle tone of voice so the protectron would take you as a threat. To which the robot started doing a kitchen tour and showed you where they kept all of the foods and drinks, you kept distracting the machine with an imaginary surprise inspection while Danse thrown the food supplies into a backpack.
After that was done you left the building and started to walk towards another attraction inside of the Galactic Zone.
“The movies back in the day used to be very different than this one, you know.” You continued to walk forward not bothering to look at the love of your life as he took the brand new information in.
“How were they then?” Danse responded with his eyebrows raised slightly wondering what you meant by the movies being different.
You thought on how to break it to him, to not ruin the fun he had today with the truth. “Well, for starters the screen was in one piece. Plus they were much longer, some even spanning few hours.”
“Hours you say? That’s pointless. Our mission is more important than spending hours watching movies, I prefer the current format.” Your husband paused still not realizing that the ‘current format’ was just a teaser. He then looked over at you a ghost of a smile on his face. “Most brotherhood soldiers take interest in saving the old worlds technology, not also the culture.”
The building of the Nuka-Galaxy rollercoaster was finally in front of you. You stepped closer to the display windows showing rockets and planets, your hand on Danses back as you guided him. Your hands dropping from the mans back and laying down on the windowsills in front of it.
“This is… Actually incredible.” You couldn’t pry your eyes from the breathtaking imaginary display of the space, finally having a closer look at how it could look in reality instead of what you saw in old books and papers. You moved over to the rollercoaster part, stepping on top of the track balancing on it as the carts were not functional. Both you and Danse walked through the large displays of space, meteorites, and UFOs.
The track ended abruptly as it was broken off, you jumped down to the ground with a soft oof sound which wasn’t too far and the paladin followed. “Guess we have to continue from the ground level.” You looked around at the massive displays of rockets and planets on the ceiling. “Danse.”
“Yes?”
“How do you think the rest of the team will react when we’re back?”
“Unsure. Maybe they’ll celebrate with us? Either way with us gone there’s two people less to help with the mission.”
You walked through the attraction until you finally looped back to the exit of the building.
“Are we finally going to head over to the Vault-Tec one?” Danse asked as the sunset beamed at him.
“Yes. Lets head there now.”
Authors Note: Recently I been really in the mood for writing so I'm gonna enjoy the lack of writing block while i still can. I'm also debating on picking up some of my old hobbies again. :D TYSM for reading, I hope you have an amazing [TIME OF DAY!!] <3
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Author's Note: Thank you for the request! This is my first time writing for Danse! Also thank you @sparklingthedas for beta reading this!!!
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Warnings: language, spoilers for Blind Betrayal, whomp whomp Danse is sad, reader is sad, everyone is sad
Word Count: 505
The sun barely peeks over the horizon, casting a gradual decline of midnight blue into burnt orange, signaling the beginning of a new day. A lone figure sits at the edge of the river, mindlessly tossing pebbles of various sizes into the water, observing the way the water ripples, mirroring his own life. What was once a still stream has now turned into a violent river.
“Thought I’d find you here,” a voice comments, groggy with sleep as the person stifles a yawn, standing above the man. “How are you doing?”
“How do you think I’m doing?” Danse questions bitterly, internally chastising himself. He doesn’t mean to come off as angry, especially not to you, but sometimes his words are quicker than his thoughts. “I’m not doing well.” It’s not an apology, but he’s hoping that you’d understand. You sit next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs, resting your head on top.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” The sun continues to creep up along the horizon, beginning to cast light on some of the vegetation around you, but you and him are still clad in shadows.
“What could you possibly do that would help me? Everything I have ever known has been ripped right away from me.”
-POV Switch-
You pause for a minute, staring out into the fading blackness, trying to formulate your opinions. Would this be a good time to admit your feelings? Or at least on the path to them? “You can help us continue to build. Take your mind off of things. It helps me get my mind off of Shaun,” you admit but he doesn’t stir, causing you to curse his stoicalness. Just once you would like to see him show emotions. Here goes nothing. “You can stay here, with me.”
He shakes his head, causing your heart to slowly chip. “That doesn’t really help me.”
Sighing in remorse, you look away from him as tears well up in your eyes. You understand that he’s hurting. You understand that the very morals that he preached about are now in deep, murky, water. But still, he’s not the only person going through stuff. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
“What was that, soldier?” His voice is terse as he looks at you. Even in the dark you can see the raging rapids behind his eyes.
“All I try to do is help you. All I have ever done is try to help you and you’re not grateful. I understand that you’re going through a hard time, but Danse, I am too. My literal son is the head of the fucking Institute, and yet, I still try to put on a smile to help you.” You abruptly stand up, dusting your pants with a huff as his eyes focus on your frame, silent guilt creeping in on him. “Enjoy your thoughts,” with a scoff, you walk away from the former paladin, leaving him all alone again.
Author's Note: So sorry it's super short but I hope you enjoyed it!! Thank you again for the request!
➼ Word Count » 0.8k
➼ Warnings » None
➼ Summary » Danse has a crush on you and doesn't know how to communicate that.
"Get behind me, soldier!" Danse shouted, clicking the safety off his gun as he moved to shield you from the hoard of ferals sprinting your way.
"Why do you keep doing that?" You asked once everything had been killed.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You keep stepping out in front of me. I've taken on ferals before, you know? I could've killed them." You smiled as you spoke. For a while now, Danse had been quick to defend you from any slight danger the two of you encountered on your mission. It was nice of him to do and you appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't at all necessary.
"I―uh, I do it for everyone." He sheepishly said.
"For squires maybe, but I've never seen you do it for any of the other knights." You were trying hard to meet his gaze, but he seemed to hold it strictly ahead.
Your statement seemed to fluster him as he started to stutter, "I―are you sure?"
"I'm sure." You giggled, "Maybe I'm just special." You teased, grinning when you saw how embarrassed he was quickly becoming. "Anyway," You began, "what's first on the list?"
"Maxson's sent us to clear out a building in Lexington. We wipe out everything in it, and then we're done for the day." He recited, messing with something on the side of his gun.
You shrugged, "Sounds simple enough. Are you doing anything after? Maybe we could go get a drink or something?"
"A―uh, a drink? From where?"
"The Prydwen I reckon. Unless you wanted to go all the way down to Diamond City, but that's a far walk. I'd rather just alert a Vertibird to our location and fly back home, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah―let's get a drink after this."
You nudged his shoulder with your own as you walked―or more so his side as he towered over you in his power armor, "No need to be so stiff, we've shared a bed before, remember? What's going on?"
"Nothing's going on, I'm perfectly fine, soldier." He answered, still avoiding your gaze.
You hummed, "If you so say."
You coughed as the smoke signal from the Vertibird grenade floated upward into the sky, calling the two of you a much-needed ride. The Super Duper Mart was packed full of ferals when you entered, and completely empty when you left. It was easy work for the two of you, even if Danse was on edge the entire time.
"Good work out there," Danse announced, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder once the two of you border the large machine.
"Thanks, Danse. We needed something easy after the last mission at Fort Strong."
The bar on the Prydwen was clustered, full of your coworkers as it usually is in the late afternoons. Tons of people stood together in the singular hallway where the weapon and drinks were being sold, the majority being there for both services. You felt yourself being pushed into Danse on multiple occasions, having to apologize after every shove.
"Cheers to another victory?" You spoke, holding your bottle out towards your companion, resting your hand on his arm to stabilize yourself in the overflowing crowd.
He grinned at you, clinking his glass with your own, "Yeah, cheers to our victory."
You stared at him expectantly for a moment, watching him take a sip of his drink, "So, you gonna tell me what's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"C'mon, Danse, don't act like you haven't been acting stranger lately, you're all awkward and shit. What's going on?"
"I just―have a lot on my mind." He vaguely admitted, focusing his gaze on his glass intently.
"Oh yeah? And what's the big thing you're keeping secret?" You asked, leaning closer to the bigger man.
"Ask me again later." He responded, "I rather not be around so many people when I tell you."
The subject was then forgotten about as you rambled to him about your week, him adding his input as you went before the two of you went off to your respective bunkers. Danse's heart ached for you every step of the way as he watched you disappear out of sight. He'd tell you how he felt one day, it just had to be the right time. He just prayed that time would come soon, or never at all, that'd be nice. He wished he could just sweep it all under the rug and forget about it. He hated the way he worried for you, it did nothing but make him tense. You both had a victory on your most recent mission, but he still didn't make any more progress on admitting his feelings for you, it'd have to remain a battle for another day.
