#evangeline x hancock

[visenyatargaryn]

ship meme + evangeline!

General:

Rate the Ship Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? For as long as she will have him is what Hancock would say. He knows that he isn’t no saint, but Evie also knows what it’s like to survive when you’re all alone. She also know’s that it shouldn’t be something that defines you as a person either. That being said, their love is strong... stronger than they realize quite honestly.

How quickly did/will they fall in love?  I wouldn’t say they fell in love at the start, but there definitely was a sort of connection between the two. However, for Hancock it was definitely ‘lust at first sight’ which isn’t no surprise since Evie is quite literally drop dead gorgeous. Evie on the other hand, was cautious of her feelings after being hurt far too many times... she wanted to make sure her feelings were real and not in her head. 

How was their first kiss? Their ‘first’ kiss was in a drunken stupor... so it was quite sloppy, and both were hungry for more to say the least. However, their first REAL kiss, was to Evie... perfect in every way. It was slow, passionate, and it made her feel something that she had not felt in a very long time... loved.

Wedding:

Who proposed? -

Who is the best man/men? -

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -

Who did the most planning? -

Who stressed the most? -

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -

Sex:

Who is on top? Hancock! She loves being at his mercy in all things pleasure... 

Who is the one to instigate things? Definitely both! Although more often than not it’s Evie... because she has her secrets in these things lmao

How healthy is their sex life? Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? It depends honestly! They can go from 15 minutes for a quickie to an hour or two bc they’re absolute animals lmao

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? For the most part, sure. I mean, neither of them leaves the other unsatisfied by the end...

How rough are they in bed? Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Evie had Shaun from her past marriage, but... well, she’d rather not talk about that disaster.

How many children will they adopt? I don’t know if it’s considered ‘adopted’ but Evie does accept synth!Shaun when offered to her... more or less as a way to make up for all those years lost.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? During prewar era... it was Evie since her husband had been deployed for the majority of the year before Shaun was born. 

Who is the stricter parent? Definitely Evie... you could say she’s a little overprotective now, but not too much to suffocate the child. Hancock lets synth!Shaun get away with a lot... so....

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Evie... since Hancock is the one who instigates it half the time lmao

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? I don’t think synths eat... so neither?

Who is the more loved parent? Evie! Both prewar and present... she’s always cared far too much for her own good.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Evie I guess?? Since she’s the more responsible one.

Who cried the most at graduation? Well since Shaun is now a synth... I doubt there would be a graduation?? Unless they somehow upgrade him to make it look like he aged? I don’t know?

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Both. However, Evie would do it by the rules while Hancock would do his own thing... which sometimes made it worse.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Both, actually. They take turns, but it mostly falls on Evie since she has the most experience in that skillset.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Defintely Evie! She’s still trying to get used to all of the radiated food...

Who does the grocery shopping? Both. Since there isn’t any grocery stores open anymore... they typically scavenge for it or if they run into a caravan then they’ll buy some from them.

How often do they bake desserts? Never. Since the ingredients to bake such things are no longer available... however sometimes they’ll have lady snack cakes... so there’s that I guess?? lol

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? Hancock is more on the meat lover side. Evie on the other hand, prefers both. She prefers to have a balanced diet... and yes that also includes the alcohol.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Hancock! He loves surprising Evie with things to show his love!

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Neither really suggest it, they just find themselves there??

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Hancock... since I doubt he knows how to work a stove lmao

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Both. However, it mostly involves just taking the trash out since there’s no way to keep things pristine anymore...

Who is really against chores? I’d have to say Hancock, but that doesn’t mean he won’t help out a little. Besides, when they’re in Goodneighbor he has more important duties to attend to since he’s the Mayor and all.

Who cleans up after the pets? Evie. Although it’s not that often since Dogmeat stays outdoors.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Hancock. Once Evie caught him doing so and just rolled her eyes at him lmao

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Perhaps Evie? Since she still has the prewar mindset of pleasing guests when come to visit...

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Hancock, but mostly because he was searching for something in the process...

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Evie! She loves taking her time and just... enjoying the heat of the water after a long day.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Neither since Dogmeat doesn’t need walked??

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? During prewar, Evie loved decorating the house during the holidays. Now? She does miss it, but it’s difficult to even find such things that survived... however that doesn’t mean she tries by making her own!

What are their goals for the relationship? To spend the rest of their days with each other filled with love and happiness... it’s all that they can do in the current state of the world they live in now.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Evie. Either it’s due to her nightmares or because she drank too much the night prior... or sometimes both Hancock on the other hand is quite the early bird believe it or not...

Who plays the most pranks? Hancock! Although that doesn’t stop Evie from getting retribution for them... lmao

[theharellan]

RP POSITIVITY MEME

DAY 05: favorite multimuses

i’ve been trying to bring multimuses in on past days b/c i want to acknowledge certain characters on said blogs, but here i’ll just highlight the blogs as a whole!

@aniente​ - muses: ameridan, merrill, evangeline, gatt, adrian, dalish, missne (oc), sabriel (oc)

a dragon age multimuse who i featured a couple times b/c i just. really admire their choice of muses as well as the writing! there’s not a muse on here i don’t love, even those like adrian that i’m not overly familiar with given i’ve yet to finish asunder. i can feel ciri’s passion when they write about each of their muses, and it invests me in each one. i’d honestly love a thread w/ each of their muses one day. gotta catch ‘em all. 

@burnsbriiight​ - muses: mai (a:tla), kitty pryde (x-men), marie-elise (da oc), annuneth (da oc), patricia anne (da oc), adahleni (da oc)

first, it was apparently rachel’s birthday the other day, so happy birthday! second, mai is one of my a:tla faves (i actually rped her back in the day) and although i just followed this multimuse i’m excited to see her rps w/ mai. she’s an underrated character.

@centuriesuntold - muses: all the doctors. every one.

i’ve been following this blog since my mass effect days, back when they were bowtied, and they provided a lot of rly inspirational posts to anons and such on their dash! seeing them again, only now with more doctors, was a very exciting experience!!! it’s not something i’d seen before in the dw fandom, and i’ve adored what i’ve seen from them, even as someone who is only familiar with new doctor who.

@dryhtenhold - muses: gareth cousland (oc), ves aeducan (oc), eleanor cousland, agravaine ker (oc), tamar (oc), loghain mac tir

i’ve only listed erran’s primary dragon age characters, but she rps tolkien as well as having a list of secondary muses! her ocs have interesting and complex backstories that really dig deep into dragon age lore, specifically fereldan lore and the civil war. they are such natural parts of the lore that i had to mark them (oc) otherwise you might confuse them with canons like eleanor and loghain.

@kaleiidoscopehearts​ - isabela, miryin brosca, peebee (mass effect), bolin (lok), sally malik (being human), azalea gothel (descendents oc), artemis crook (young justice), amellia smollet (treasure planet)

multifandom, and some are fandoms i’m unfamliar with, which just goes to show how talented they are b/c i’m v selective with non-da multimuses! i’ve talked about peebee and miryin, but i also have been v pleased with seeing bolin on my dash! he was one of my faves from lok. and every time an isabela hits on solas another five minutes are added to my life.

@lcgacyofages - ceridwen mahariel, atena hawke, myrrdin lavellan, zoria amell, dazbo amell, aurora amell, ronina lavellan, seigfried trevelyan, etienne de rousseau, xora orsiniel pharare, arik tabris, hildegard cadash

a blog full of lovely ocs based upon the pc backstories given to us in-game (for the most part!). don’t let the names fool you, though, as not all of them are the heroes. some are companion ocs, which are honestly some of my fave ocs in darp!

@mercysought - priestess (oc), maxima aurum (oc), himsulem (oc), manala (oc), anora theirin, emilie de clair (oc), abel de clair (oc), laone shatterspine (oc), moe (star wars oc)

there isn’t a muse here who isn’t fascinating and beautifully written. with the exception of moe, they’re all dragon age characters, and while i haven’t rped with all of them yet i hope to one day. skells is a wonderful writer and i’m glad a multimuse has enabled her to have more characters b/c that’s what we deserve.

@mindsmade - cremisius acclassi, liam kosta (mass effect), aiden shepard (me), gil brodie (me), celebrian (tolkien), and more!

also featuring more tolkien muses and characters from the good wife and mythological characters! i mentioned this the other day, but i adore their ship on liam with the aforementioned peebee! there’s not a muse listed here who isn’t worth reading about, even as someone unfamiliar with the expanded tolkien universe.

@teleidoscopic - khaliya lavellan, raleigh samson, morrigan, sera, zenyatta (ovw), jameson locke (halo), EDI (mass effect), ashley williams (mass effect), the black box (halo), john hancock (fallout 4), red (transistor)

i’ve been following pastry’s rp blogs for... idk... seven years now? a lot. a lot of years. i’ve seen a few of these muses in action on single-muse blogs, so i’m glad they can return in multimuse form. pastry’s samson and ashley in particular are old favourites, but looking at this list pastry has the magic ability to pull my faves out in general (i would die for zenyatta. and probably deserve it after how many times i’ve gotten him killed playing him...). 

@tothezeros - morrigan, minaeve, raleigh samson, melchior heeren (oc), cornelia solette (oc), clancy griffin (oc), corin thenn (oc), sylvus varnehn (oc)

again, i decided to only list the dragon age muses to save me from tabbing back and forth, but this blog has so many fun muses aside from that! like spyro, taking me back to the days i would ask my dad to take me and my brother to a clubhouse so we could play one of the games on the ps2. and christopher robin! as for their dragon age muses, i’ve thoroughly enjoyed them. i still have a few to get to know, but their samson and minaeve are great, and i’ve known clancy for a few years now! it’s comforting to see him on my dash after all this time. 

[visenyatargaryn]

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45 for evangeline + hancock !

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

Hancock mainly uses her nickname ‘Evie’ but on occasion, he will call her ‘sunshine’... even though she’s nothing of the sort but instead the complete opposite lmao

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

Well... nobody drives since they live in a post-nuclear apocalypse and there’s no longer any cars that work. Evie is typically the one who cooks or at least tries to given what little resources she has to do so. Neither of them since both no next to nothing of that sort of thing, so they usually have either Valentine or Codsworth do it. They both try to, but to quote Codsworth...nothing gets out nuclear fallout out of vinyl!! Neither, since there isn’t any bills to actually pay... and Hancock mostly does since he’s more of a people person than what Evie is.

15. How adventurous are they?

Neither of the two aren’t really adventurous, unless it’s in the bedroom of course... and no I will not elaborate.

20. What does their home look like? Their room?

Since Evie no longer considers Sanctuary her home any longer as it brings too many bad memories, she instead found a home within the walls of Goodneighor. With that being said, their home isn’t anything too fancy, but it brings them both peace and security at the end of the day (especially Evie). It’s pretty minimalistic with a splash of color here and there... with whatever pictures and miscellaneous objects Evie could scavenge to decorate the walls and shelves. Their room is pretty much the same, but with light, but colorful walls and large windows that cover the room with sunshine during the early mornings... for Evie’s benefit as she often has fits of bad dreams and the cheeriness of the room helps on occasion.

25. How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

They spend A LOT of time together actually, although they give each other space when Hancock has to do mayoral duties or when Evie helps Nick Valentine with detective business. They’re more of an ‘actions speak louder than words’ couple when it comes to sharing their feelings so there’s a lot of PDS when they’re out and about with the occasional dirty flirtations on the side lmao

30. Could they manage a long distance relationship?

Yes, they could definitely manage a long-distance relationship, but I wouldn’t recommend it to either of them. Hancock is basically Evie’s remedy for her nightmare’s and other issues... so being away from him for a long period of time would be hard for her.

35. Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw?

Of course! They’ve both suffered from loneliness for far too long, and for Evie having such abandonment issues... that upon finding each other it was as if they found the piece of the puzzle they had been missing. For Evie.. it’s her recklessness going into fights headfirst without thinking of the consequences or her own life. Hancock, it’s his pride with a hint of being too headstrong. 

40. Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to? 

Hmm... there are many actually, but I think their fondest... or at least for Evie is when she awoke from a terrible nightmare one night and Hancock had been there to not only comfort her but had also stayed with her the rest of the night. They don’t really have a ‘special’ place they like to go to... since being around each other is special enough for them.

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

They only wish to live the rest of their lives around each other all while filled with nothing but love and happiness... and obviously a lot of sex. Heartbreaks? Only once... I would go into detail, but it’s too much to write and I’m tired. Regrets? More than a few... mainly through heated words that were said (mainly Evie, since she has quite the temper and doesn’t let back).

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[visenyatargaryn]

Once, she had been a wife, a mother... someone who had finally found their happily ever after. However, that all came crashing down once the bombs fell and her once beautiful life turned into ashes before her eyes. After being the only survivor from Vault 111, Evangeline made her way into what was now known as the Commonwealth with one mission in mind:

To find her son and get revenge on the bastard who murdered her husband.

With the ongoing search, Evangeline eventually found herself in one particular neighborhood where she would meet a peculiarly dressed ghoul who—unbeknownst to her, would become the one to drag her out of her ever-growing darkness and back into the light. However, will it be enough to find her son? To save him from the clutches of the Institute? Or will she forever lose the last thing that brought happiness to her?

CHAPTER ONE|| Welcome to Goodneighbor || G || 1575 words || ao3

After getting herself into trouble and barely surviving a trap set up by a band of raiders, Evangeline finds herself at the doors of Goodneighbor—a place known for its infamous reputation. However, instead of finding help... she instead finds herself in a sticky situation where one wrong word or movement could be her last.

The cold steel at her throat burned as the blade pressed harder against her skin. She felt a slight trickle of blood run down her neck from where it had nicked her.

Evangeline was pressed up against the wall of one of the older buildings that surrounded the area. Her attacker, a brute of a man who had cornered her when she entered through the gates—had taken advantage of her vulnerable state of being. Out of the corner of her eye, Evangeline saw where her shotgun now lay after he had tossed it aside, but not before butting her with the buttstock. She was sure her lip was busted as she could taste the slight trace of copper in her mouth from the impact.

“Now, I’m only gonna say this one more time,” the man growled as he held her up against the wall. “Either you hand over em’ 200 caps as I said, or things are gonna get much, much worse for ya.”

Evangeline stopped herself from laughing at such an absurd thing to say. How much worse could it possibly get for her? She was already living in a fucking nightmare. Her old life was destroyed, turned into ashes after the bombs fell. Everyone she loved and cared for was dead, all except her son Shaun—who had been taken from her. She was impossibly alone in a foreign world where everyone and everything wanted to kill her.

“Fuck you, asshole,” she snarled.

He leaned in close to her with a smile that made her skin crawl, so close that she could smell the foulness of his breath. “Heh. You outta be careful what you say, doll. You’re in no shape to fight, and maybe I’ll just drag you back in one of these here alleys and have my fun. Then I’ll take them caps once I’m done with ya.”

Disgusting pig. If she had not fucked up her leg or lost too much blood – she would have made him regret ever taking advantage of her in the first place. Instead, Evangeline could do nothing like some goddamn helpless damsel in distress because she could barely muster the strength to even put up a fight. She hated him, but more so, she hated herself. Evangeline hated herself for being so damn stupid. She hated herself for even getting into this mess. If she had not let her guard down—if only she had not played the hero. So many ifs… she realized, but it was all too late to think of what she could have changed and face what was currently happening.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a raspy voice yelled out—melting the man’s face into a scowl.

“Whoa, let me stop you right there,” the voice ordered. The blade at Evangeline’s throat released enough to allow herself to turn her head in the direction it came from. Her breath caught as she saw what manner of creature was approaching them.

At first glance, he reminded her of those old zombie films she used to watch as a child—with melted skin that made him look like a living corpse. Most people would cower away out of fear or even disgust for merely coming across a ghoul, but Evangeline refused to do the same. She refused to see them as monsters or freaks that the people of the Commonwealth had labeled them as. To her, ghouls weren’t the stuff of nightmares that kept you awake at night—they were human… well, a more radiated version, of course, but human nonetheless. Taking a closer look, she registered the rest of his appearance. He wore a large, tricorn hat paired with a long, red coat that had seen better years. Tied around his waist, she noted was ole’ glory herself. Evangeline couldn’t help but smile at this strangely dressed ghoul.

“How many fucking times must I remind you?” the ghoul asked, with a touch of irritation in his tone. “Someone steps through that gate the first time; they are a guest. You lay off that extortion bullshit!”

The man in question spat on the ground, giving the ghoul a murderous glare. Evangeline sensed that he had no love for the ghoul—who appeared to be the one in charge of this place. However, she also saw this as an opportunity to deal with her attacker, who was currently distracted and paid her no mind. All she needed was the perfect moment to make her move.

“What d’you care? She ain’t one of us!” he snapped back.

“Doesn’t matter, Finn. What does matter is that she’s a newcomer, and we don’t treat newcomers like this now, do we?” he questioned the man, without a change of tone, but merely repeating its primary emphasis from before. “I said, let her go.”

Finn sneered at the ghoul, looking not all too pleased with the order. At first, Evangeline thought he would refuse and slice her neck open right there on the spot. However, when she felt the blade leave her bare throat, Evangeline let out a breath of relief. It appeared that Lady Luck was on her side for once, it seemed.

“You’re getting soft, Hancock,” the man who had been called Finn, stated as he turned away from her. “You keep lettin’ these outsiders walk all over us; one day there’s gonna be a new mayor.”

Evangeline noticed that he now held the knife loosely in his hand. However, she knew there was only one chance, and if she messed up… she dared not think of what would happen if that would occur. Not wasting any more time, Evangeline grabbed the knife from Finn’s loose grip and thrust the blade into Finn’s neck. She watched as he staggered forward before turning back to face her—his eyes fuming with anger.

“Shit,” Evangeline swore to herself, realizing just how much she fucked up. Before she could react, he had his meaty hands wrapped around her throat, choking the life out of her. Evangeline made a weak attempt to free herself but failed miserably. Her vision began to blur as black spots started to appear—she was going to die, Evangeline realized, and there was no one left to mourn for her.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” he snarled. “You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for that, you goddamn—"

Suddenly, his grip around her neck faltered before collapsing onto the ground in front of her, where she then saw the handle of a knife protruding from the back of his head. Looking back at where ghoul stood, whose name was Hancock, she saw that he was the one that threw it—and ultimately saving her life. Without warning, Evangeline’s legs gave out from under her as a wave of relief coursed through her. However, to keep from falling, she supported her back against the wall, sliding down instead of landing on her ass.  

She wanted to cry—to scream but refused to let the weakness overcome her. It was no secret that Evangeline sometimes wished that she should have died along with everyone else in that vault. Instead, she had been the only survivor and was left to live through the hellish nightmare she was thrust into. The pain and misery that overwhelmed her nowadays were practically unbearable, and Evangeline just wanted it all to end—to be able to feel peace once more, if only for a moment.

Hancock stepped over the body and crouched next to her, frowning. “Easy there, sister, you’re safe now. You hear me?”

Evangeline opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Safe. Was such a thing even possible? She didn’t know. Ever since she walked out of the vault, there was no such thing as safety. Every day she was either being shot at by raiders or being ambushed by molerats. There was never an end to all the fighting she had to endure on a daily basis. Evangeline looked over to where Finn—whose lifeless corpse now lay still on the cold, hard ground, and back over to the ghoul who had saved her life. If not for him, she would have met the same fate. The thought alone caused her to shiver.

“Here,” the ghoul said, as he took off his coat and wrapped it around her—which smelled slightly of cedarwood. Evangeline was taken back by such kindness, especially in these parts. Ever since she had come out of that vault all those weeks ago, nobody had treated her as such. It seemed that everyone was only out for themselves and cared nothing about those in need of a helping hand now and then.  

Wrapping the coat tighter around her, Evangeline had not realized how cold she was from the blood loss. To make matters worse, the pounding within her head had become agonizing, and the world seemed to spin around her. All of a sudden, Evangeline felt the sensation of being lifted up. Sure enough, the ghoul—Hancock, had her in his arms, gently but firmly holding onto her. As he carried her, she rested her head against his shoulder.

“Just relax, sister, I got ya,” Hancock said, reassuringly. While being carried, Evangeline closed her eyes as she felt the warmth radiate off of him. She knew it was crazy, but perhaps this is what safety felt like. Even if it was in the arms of a complete stranger—one who could have turned an eye when she needed help. He had saved her, though, she reminded herself, and that was something Evangeline would never forget.

“Thank you,” Evangeline murmured into his coat before being engulfed in complete darkness.

[visenyatargaryn]

Once, she had been a wife, a mother… someone who had finally found their happily ever after. However, that all came crashing down once the bombs fell and her once beautiful life turned into ashes before her eyes. After being the only survivor from Vault 111, Evangeline made her way into what was now known as the Commonwealth with one mission in mind:

To find her son and get revenge on the bastard who murdered her husband.

With the ongoing search, Evangeline eventually found herself in one particular neighborhood where she would meet a peculiarly dressed ghoul who—unbeknownst to her, would become the one to drag her out of her ever-growing darkness and back into the light. However, will it be enough to find her son? To save him from the clutches of the Institute? Or will she forever lose the last thing that brought happiness to her?

CHAPTER TWO || Reclaimed Memories || G || 2610 words || ao3

After her arrival to the strange neighborhood and barely escaping a near-death situation, Evangeline must consider her options while learning who she can and cannot trust. The ghoul who had saved her seemed trustworthy, but was it the truth? Or was there something deeper that lay hidden behind the smiles and charm of Goodneighbor's Mayor? Either way, her life was now in the hands of the strangely dressed ghoul and Evangeline hopes that his actions are genuine and not something of a façade.

When Evangeline woke, it was to the sound of birdsong outside her window. The pillow against her cheek was soft and smelled faintly of roses. Blinking away the sleep in her eyes, she felt the warmth of the sun as it shined through the partially opened window. A crisp autumn breeze filtered into the room, making the thin, dark blue curtains flutter. She found herself lying on a queen-sized bed with freshly laundered sheets. Across from her was the man she fell in love with many years ago, sleeping peacefully. Evangeline reached over to stroke his face lightly with her fingers.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Dmitri said with a sleep-induced voice as a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

Evangeline could not stop herself from smiling as well, kissing him lightly on the mouth. She could scarcely imagine spending her life without him as it would be one that was not worth living. He caressed her cheek, gazing deeply into her emerald-green eyes.

“What shall we do today? Hm?” she asked, propping herself up to get a better look at her husband.

His bed-ridden hair was dark like hers and cut short to the military standard all soldiers wore. His eyes were a blue so vibrant that Evangeline would sometimes get lost in them as if she were looking into the deep blue sea itself. Studying his face, she noticed the scar that ran across his left eye that Dmitri had earned during his time with the Russian Mafia—a life they had both miraculously escaped from in the end. Evangeline was far luckier as she had left unscathed. However, Dmitri's past had caught up to him, and the government had given him a choice—face the death penalty or fight for their freedom by joining the military ranks. Either way, it was a death sentence as not long after he had joined, the Great War had begun.

“After breakfast,” he began while tucking a strand of Evangeline’s hair behind her ear. “We could take Shaun to the park. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day today, and it would be good to finally spend some time together—all of us. It’s been some time.”

He was right, of course. It had been far too long since all three of them got out of the house and spent time together. Dmitri had just returned home from the war. Evangeline was always busy at the Detective Agency with the recent rise in homicide cases. There had not been a chance to have an opportunity like this arise, so she wanted to make the most out of it.

The park, though…

Evangeline vividly remembered the last time they had gone to the park together almost a year ago. It was before Dmitri had left to go fight in the war. She recalled begging him endlessly not to go, afraid that he would be added to the long list of those that had left her in some way. He had refused but promised her that he would return to her, no matter what it took. It was an empty promise, she knew but dared not tell him that. To return from war in one piece is no easy task, and it always came with the risk of losing a part of yourself along the way—that is, if you survived at all. It was not long after their conversation had ended that they had made love behind the great oak tree.

“What, so you can get me pregnant again?” she joked lightly as the memory brought a smile to her face.

Suddenly, the deafening sound of sirens blaring came from outside. Her attention going towards the window. Evangeline watched as her neighbors rushed past as if to outrun the inevitable doom that was about to rain hell down upon them.

“Shaun!” Evangeline yelled while scrambling off the bed and into her son's room. However, upon entering the nursery, she found the crib empty and her son gone. How can that be? He should be here… Evangeline’s heart began to beat rapidly as she felt the panic slowly rise inside of her.

“Evie?” Her husband called from the doorway. “What’s wrong, honey?”

 “W-where…” she spoke to no one in particular. Shaun—her beautiful son, was gone. Turning to where her husband stood, Evangeline’s breath caught as her eyes widened in terror. Dmitri, who had been fine just moments before, now looked as if he had been shot in the head. She watched in horror as blood slowly oozed out of the gaping wound. Evangeline’s breathing became ragged as she started to sob.

Soon after, a blinding white light burst throughout the room, just as a scream tore from her throat. The cloud mushroomed upward, piercing the sky. Rings of white bloom around the peak as if they were halos, and the cloud itself was an angel—one that was wreathed in pure terror and destruction. The great inferno then erupted outwards, devouring everything in its path. A wave of heat hit in full force, but it did not hurt Evangeline. Not even when everything around her buckled into itself. Evangeline tried to call out to Dmitri, but it was useless. Everything was far too loud for him to hear her pleas, and all she could do was watch as the love of her life transformed into something else—something horrific. His clothes turned into a faded crimson, while his skin looked as if it were melting and then hardening all at once. Meanwhile, all around them, the world continued to burn, engulfing them both in flames.

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Reality crashed into Evangeline as she awoke, gasping for air as if she were drowning and couldn’t resurface. Her body ached from every little movement she made. Finally, coming to her senses, Evangeline realized that she was lying in a bed with a soft blanket covering her. Looking around, she noted that it was a moderately clean room, especially for one that was found in the Wastelands. She attempted to get up, but the pain shooting through her leg quickly put an end to that.

“Easy there, sister,” came a familiar voice. She saw that the ghoul who had saved her was sitting at the edge of her bed. His face was masked with concern as he looked her over. “You’re not quite ready to take on the day just yet.”

“Where—where am I?” Evangeline asked, still shaken from the nightmare. The bed creaked beneath her weight as she shifted to prop herself up to look around the room. She noticed it was a simple enough room with the basic furniture that every bedroom had.

“Goodneighbor, but you probably want the specifics. This is my office.” Hancock’s expression softened. “After what happened two nights ago—I wanted to keep you close.”

Evangeline didn’t know what to say. They had just met, and already he wanted to protect her? Of course, this wasn’t the first time she had been told such things. The people in Evangeline’s life had told her something similar all her life—including her own father. In the end, they all had left her one way or another. The only person who had stayed true to their word was Dmitri—or so she thought. Before the bombs fell, Evangeline had accidentally stumbled across divorce papers stuffed at the bottom of the dresser. It had felt like a full blow to the gut, but now… now she felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. All of those drunken late nights coming home, finding the wine stains that weren’t visible to the common eye and the lipstick that was the wrong shade found underneath the collar of his shirts. All the evidence was there, but still, she turned her head the other way, not wanting to believe the horrible truth that was right in front of her.

“Two nights ago? Have I really been out that long?” Evangeline asked, not quite believing that she had been incapacitated that long. It had seemed like it was just a couple of hours, but feeling how stiff her limbs were—perhaps that may not be the case.

“You were in pretty bad shape,” he answered, not taking his eyes off her. “Hell, you left a trail of blood leading outside the gate…”

She had almost forgotten about her encounter with the group of raiders who had set a trap prior to her arrival. If she had only seen through the lie that the woman had told her, then perhaps she would not be in this mess. Evangeline had always been too trustworthy of strangers, even after she had been fucked over by plenty of people in the past. It was something Dmitri had told her to be cautious of on multiple occasions. If only she had listened to him all those years ago.

“The name’s Hancock, by the way. How you holdin’ up?” he asked while tilting his head to the side, examining her.

Fucking terrible. Evangeline wanted to say but didn’t, but in all honesty, she wasn’t sure anymore. Her old life had been unfairly taken from her, and she now lived in a world full of strangers where none could be trusted—not even those that seemed trustworthy. To make matters worse, everything out there wanted to kill her—let it be people or creatures alike.

Evangeline let out a deep breath. “I’ll manage,” she said with a wave of her hand as if dismissing the fact that she was slowly falling apart, whether it be mentally or physically. Looking at the ghoul, she wasn't sure if he actually believed her or not, as his black eyes didn't reveal anything. “The name’s Evangeline, but you can call me Evie if you like.”

“So, what the hell happened to you out there?” Hancock asked instead, changing the subject entirely.

Where do I even begin? So much has happened to her in the last few months, and right now—the bad was outweighing the good. She figured telling him a bit of truth wouldn’t hurt while focusing on the more recent events. Evangeline kept more of the personal stuff out, like how her son was missing and how she had been alive before the war. Perhaps one day, she would tell him, but right now, Evangeline didn’t know whether or not to trust the strangely dressed ghoul even if he did save her life.

“I was careless..” Evangeline began, closing her eyes as if reliving the entire thing over again. “I should have known better, but I was so goddamn stupid.”

She continued, telling him what happened. About the desperate mother screaming about her child who had been gravely injured. Evangeline had not even given it a second thought, her mother instincts taking over. However, she found out later that it was a trap, an ambush set up by raiders. The woman, who had been disguised as the fretful mother, was part of the entire thing. Evangeline had been foolish enough to fall for it, which nearly cost her her own life.

“Shit.. and you survived all that?” Hancock asked, with a hint of surprise found in his voice.

A sudden burst of anger flared up inside of her.

“Just because I needed saving once,” she said, feeling irritated that he would undermine her ability to handle herself, “doesn’t exactly mean that I’m some fucking damsel who always needs some knight in shining armor to rescue me.” For once, Evangeline wanted people to not think just because she was a woman did not mean that she was incapable of taking care of herself. Why were men so hard to comprehend the matter, she wondered. She was just as capable as any man—if not more so.

“Woah, didn’t mean to cause offense there, sister,” Hancock said, defensively raising his hands. “I’m just impressed, is all. Most vaulties wouldn’t last a day out there, but you—you’re not like most vaulties… are ya?”

“Vaultie?” she asked, confused by the term. Hancock nodded to the pile of neat and freshly laundered clothes that were laid on the dresser. Oh. Evangeline realized the obviousness of the vault-tec suit she had received upon arriving at Vault 111. Soon after, her cheeks then flushed from embarrassment as the realization hit her like a brick smashing through a window. Looking down, Evangeline found that she was wearing nothing but her undergarments beneath the blankets.

Hancock let out a chuckle, which only made her blush more. “Don’t worry, the doc was the one who did all the undressing.”

A slight wave of relief flowed through her from hearing his words. Usually, Evangeline would not be so easily phased by the nakedness of her body around others. After running away from home after turning eighteen, Evangeline was employed as a dancer for eight years at a club on the strip district. During her time there, most of Philadelphia's male population had seen her in very little clothing. This was different, however. Evangeline wasn’t performing a show, and that was a time long before she had gained all the scars that will forever mark her body—face included.

“I’m sure you didn’t just stumble through these parts by accident,” Hancock pointed out, his voice changing to a more serious tone. “Even for someone as capable as yourself, this area is dangerous. If it’s not the raiders that you need to watch out for, then it’s the gunners or supermutants—both of which are worse than those that did this to you.” He waved a hand toward her leg.

Evangeline chewed on her bottom lip, grimacing slightly from the pain where it had been busted. “I was to meet a synth—by the name of Nick Valentine. He’s… did he by chance come by while I was out cold?”

He shook his head. “No sign of our synth friend yet, but I’ll make sure to send word as soon as that old bag of bolts walks through the gate. Now, you should get some rest because those wounds aren’t gonna heal overnight.”

She watched as the ghoul—her savior, walked toward the door.

Rest. Evangeline didn’t want to rest. She would rather be out there trying to find her son, who was still missing—and possibly in danger. Besides, she doubted it would come to her so easily. Not only that, but the thought of closing her eyes for more than a minute terrified her. Evangeline's nightmares were not getting any better, and she didn’t know how much longer she could handle these sleepless nights.

“Hancock?” she called after him, causing him to pause at the door with his hand rested on the handle.  “I—thank you for… y'know, saving me.”

He looked back to where she lay. “Don’t mention it, but please, get some rest.”

Without another word, Hancock turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him. Now that he was gone, Evangeline’s mind wandered freely about her current situation until her eyelids became too heavy. Although she wanted to trust the strangely dressed ghoul, there was no telling whether the kindness he gave toward her was for his own gain—or if it was actually genuine. A part of her knew everything in the Commonwealth came with a price—even if it was something as small as saving someone’s life. Either way, that scared Evangeline the most.

The unknowing.

Evangeline was always one who stayed a couple of steps ahead of everything, but now? Now, it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she was always more than a few steps behind, and that—that didn’t sit well with her at all.

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so!!! I’m trying to finish my evangeline x hancock fic I started a while back and... I forgot how much I loved these two??? like holy shit the emotional connection between them... just kills me sometimes!! god I just... 🥺🥺💖💖💖