#john hancock x ss

[ink-witch111]

heres some soft Hancock with my sole, Quinn. Dont ask about his hat and coat. I couldn't be bothered to draw them.

[strawberrykidneystone]

Morning sunshine

john hancock x f!ss!reader fluff

a/n: just a small little blurb!! i want to wake up to him everyday idc what he says xoxo

summary: waking up with hancock <3

tws: sexual innuendo, fluff, 2nd person (no y/n)

ao3 version

you opened your eyes and immediately squinted at the harsh sunlight streaming in through the windows. the curtains you had over the windows had seen better days and unfortunately, there was a hole in the tattered sheet that directly hit your eyes. you closed your eyes again and buried your face into hancock's neck. he was on his back with one hand around your waist and the other resting behind the pillow behind his head. he was still sound asleep, his signature tricorn hat hanging off the side of the bed frame. he smelled like tangerines and cigarettes, orange mentats were his favorites and he always smoked after your evening activities. he smelled like home.

sadly, sleep did not find you again after you were rudely awakened by the sun and you slowly sat up. stretching your arms up and yawning, hancock started to stir as he didn't feel your warm body next to him anymore. "hey what's the big idea, it's too early for you to be up," he groaned and lazily reached for your waist that was just out of his reach. you looked back and smiled sleepily at him, laying down and wrapping your arms around his waist as he enveloped you in his own. "i know i know, but unfortunately your sunshine was woken up by that big flaming ball in the sky", you quipped sarcastically and yawned, peppering kisses to his bare chest before resting your head against it.

hancock tsked and squeezed you closer to him, "i'm tellin' you, someone turned the brightness up on it i swear it was never this bright before." you giggled and made sure the sun wouldn't hit your eyes again before relaxing in his familiar cradle, "that, or you're just hungover." he rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair, "can't it be both?" you hummed in agreement and let your eyes close once more, burying your face into his neck to avoid being rudely awakened again. five more minutes of sleep. or ten. or twenty.

[trashboi2768-archived]

Oooh requests? How about the first time Sole kisses Hancock and Nicky?

First Kisses

Fallout Four

John Hancock/GN!Reader

Nick Valentine/GN!Reader

SFW/Fluff

TW: Mentions of drug use

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I got two asks for a first kiss with Nick Valentine/SS and John Hancock/SS

So I'm posting the hcs for it first, and the stories next

Enjoy Lovelies!

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John Hancock:

Your first kiss with John was messy

Ever since you first met the Ghoul, something about his charm and way of living brought you back to Goodneighbor

So, after some less than fortunate events, he offered to travel with you

And that was an offer you jumped on

After that, you two were practically inseparable

Even when he was needed back in Goodneighbor, you were by his side

Even when your job as General of the Minutemen had you up for days on end defending settlements and making various repairs, he was by your side

Nothing could keep you two apart for more than five minutes

And one night when you two were relaxing at your makeshift house in the old Red Rocket gas station

John was getting high (as usual...)

And you decided to join him

That led to an awkward conversation where he admitted that he had some, ahem, impure thoughts about you

And without thinking

Not that the drugs would have let you think about it

You were in his lap, kissing him

It was messy and full of tongues going every which way but it was perfect

After that, you two were never seen apart again

Nick Valentine:

Your first kiss with Nick was soft and sweet and full of hesitation

You two actually had some communication skills and were together for a while before there was any kissing

And by communication skills you had Ellie

Literally if it wasn't for her pulling both of you out of such heavy denial you'd probably still have a friendship full of undeniable tension with the detective

But after you two actually admitted to yourselves that you had feelings for the other

You finally admitted that to each other

And so began your more than awkward relationship

The most y'all had done was hold hands at this point

Because my poor toaster man was so insecure about it

So afraid that you'd change your mind and leave

And one late night he voiced that to you

And Boy oh Boy did you get pissed

After some loving yelling of disbelief that he would think that you could find someone “better”

You explained to him that in your mind he was the best

And you pulled him close, hesitating before asking his permission to kiss him

He kissed you the moment you asked

It was so soft and sweet and tender

You couldn't have asked for a better kiss with your robo boyfriend <3

[pathetichimbos]

✨💕Bloop~!✨💕

✨🌸I have another fallout request (if you feel like it of course! If not just please skip it!)✨🌸

✨💕Its fluffy with a pinch of hurt?✨💕

✨💕How would nick (if you write for him^^) and Hancock react to soles ex yelling at her?✨💕

✨💕 I don't usually request stuff like this because I don't wanna cross any lines (aka boundaries ^^) but it's kinda personal and I love the way you write Hancock TT✨💕

✨💕Thank you love! And I do hope you're doing fantastic!!!✨💕

Bullies Are Bull

Fallout Four

John Hancock/F!Reader

Nick Valentine/F!Reader

SFW/Angst/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Verbally Abusive Ex/Yelling/Crying/Cursing/Mentions of Drug Use/Mentions of Violence

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Hii! I hope you're having a great day! I always get so excited when I see you’ve sent in a request 💕💕 You have such good ideas

I write for Nick and Hancock, they're like the only people I write for I need to play with different companions for once TT

This request is 100% okay, I get not wanting to cross boundaries and all that, but my page is a judgement free zone, so, feel free to request anything, and I'll lyk if I can write it or not! ✨✨

I didn’t know if you wanted the Ex to be prewar or not, so I just added both? If that makes sense. Basically there’s two scenarios they’re reacting to: The first one is them finding out about your Ex (pre-war) and the second is them walking in on it actively happening

While the reader (you) is female, I left the partner in question gender neutral

As always, if there’s anything you’d like me to change/fix, just lmk and I’ll be more than happy to fix it!

I hope you enjoy!!! 💕💕💕

Scenario One: You were traveling the Commonwealth when you and your companion came across a man in distress. You were trying to calm him down and help, but in the chaos of the situation, he began yelling at you, bringing some bad memories to the surface that you had hoped you could forget about.

Scenario Two: Getting back into the dating scene was definitely not easy in the Commonwealth, and you found yourself in a toxic relationship with someone you made the mistake of trusting.

John Hancock:

Scenario One:

His first reaction when he sees you crying is panic

Why are you crying, what’s wrong, did he fuck up in some way?

He’s nervous, putting an arm around you and trying to play it off like a joke

“C’mon, when did you get all worried about some random guys opinion?”

But when you tell him why you were crying, he’s heartbroken

How could someone be so mean to you? How could they see your sweet personality and want to yell?

He’s immediately holding you, comforting you and calming you down, trying to reassure you that everything’s okay

He’ll try to distract you, telling you a story that’s probably more exaggeration than truth, seeing if you’ll catch on

“There’s no way you did that.” You’d laugh, wiping away your tears

“Of course there is! A couple hits of Jet and some Gwinnett Stout and I can totally take beat a death claw in a wrestling match.”

By the end of it he’d have you laughing and smiling, almost completely forgetting about what had you crying in the first place

Afterwards, he’d be more protective of you, threatening anyone that dared raise their voice at you

Everyone in Goodneighbor would know that no one was to scream or yell at you, unless they wanted to deal with the mayor himself

After all, you were his Angel, his Sweetheart, and he wasn’t about to let anybody hurt you again

Scenario Two:

Hancock could hear yelling coming from the next room over, so out of curiosity, he walked over to see what was happening

He expected to see a married couple yelling at each other about something stupid, and he would be lying if he didn’t think the drama was funny to watch

But instead he was met with the sight of you, backed against the wall while someone was in your face, screaming

In a split second he was at their side, yanking them back

“What the fuck are you doing!?” He’s yelling, pushing them back

You were crying and it broke his heart, seeing someone as strong and happy as you to be weak and hurt

“This is none of your goddamn business!” The person yelled at Hancock

“The hell it isn’t.” He doesn’t hesitate to make the fight physical, and by the end of it, the persons lying lifeless on the floor

He’s by your side the instant they’re taken care of, asking if you’re okay and making sure they didn’t hurt you

If you pull him into a hug, he won’t hesitant to pick you up (He’s surprisingly strong for someone so small…) and carry you somewhere else

He’ll worry over you for a while afterwards, assuring you they’ll never hurt you again, that no one will

He’ll hold you close and shoo everyone away that tries to come in, afraid they might scare you as you calm down

Like in the other instant, he’s much more protective of you afterwards, and if the two of you don’t end up dating before you try again with someone else, he’ll interrogate the hell out of them

He’s definitely going to threaten them, and probably scare them off

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his protective behavior though <3

Nick Valentine:

Scenario One:

When you started crying after being yelled at, his synthetic heart breaks

In his like of work he was used to hysterical people, which means he was used to their yelling

But the way you cowered back and flinched at the man’s screams was a clear indicator that you were not

He knew immediately why you were upset, but he was still awkward about comforting you

After all, he had convinced himself no one could possibly want to be touched by him, let alone get a hug or anything

But, he felt like he needed to do something to help, so, he took a seat next to you and pressed his shoulder into yours

He was surprised when you laid your head on his shoulder, still shaking and crying

He made the move to put his arm around your shoulders, and you happily obliged and rested your body against his

He made some small talk, filling the silence to try and distract you

When you finally calmed down enough to explain why you were so upset by the yelling, he's hurt

He couldn't understand why someone would yell at someone as kind hearted as you, and it makes him angry

He tightens his grip around your shoulders and holds you closer, making a point of calling your ex an idiot for doing such a thing

He continues to sit and hold you, trying his best to cheer you up, even going as far as taking off his hat to place it on your head

You smiled at the gesture and laid your head on his chest, grateful that you had such an amazing partner

Scenario Two:

You had stepped out of the office when your partner came in seemingly angry, asking to talk to you alone

After a few minutes of Nick waiting at his desk, he heard screaming coming from the market outside

He ran out to see what was going on, and he was met with the sight of you, cornered by them screaming at you at the top of their lungs

He shoved them off of you, everyone in Diamond city already gathered by the commotion

You were crying, hurt and embarrassed by your their actions

Nick threatened to gun them down if he ever saw them approach you again, and quickly pulled you back into his office and away from the prying eyes of the townsfolk

You were grateful, but couldn't stop your crying as you were sat at his desk

You tried your best, wiping your tears and trying to catch your breath to stop from embarrassing yourself even more

Nick wasn't worried about the potential embarrassment you were feeling, though

He was utterly pissed about what just took place, but made sure to keep his voice down as he paced back and forth

After a moment he calmed himself down, knowing he needed to help you do the same

He knelt down beside you as you had your legs to your chest and face buried in your knees

"Hey, dollface, it's alright..." He assured you, promising you that they would never come near you again

And, if the two of you didn't start dating before you tried again, he was immediately judgmental of the person, afraid the worst might happen

He doesn't try to hide his protectiveness of you from your potential partner, in fact preferring that they know he won't tolerate any form of abuse towards you from them

He's going to do his best to protect you from any yelling, warning everyone around you that you don't like it, and he won't put up with it if they do yell at you

[cherusake-art]

Sing Me To Sleep

(Older art from 2015)

I had this little idea of my Sole Survivor singing softly to herself, and Hancock just loving the little things about her. His little sliver of sunshine.

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Art by Cheru ~ Don’t forget to follow! ♡ Pls don’t repost, quote RT, or alter my art. Share the original instead!

[s3lf-indulg3nce]

蜜月 Un・Deux・Trois 互いの指を絡めて Singin' swingin' sweetest song 二人の夢を奏でる 

Commission piece for @eight-legged-norsehorse

-Click for better quality!-

[xxdeadlyxmermaidxx]

“Come on…you don’t want to wake up to this mug every morning… never wish that on anyone I cared for…”

"John... I love this mug. I love you.”

Some more art of sole and Hancock. Love my babies <3 

[kaleliashepherd]

Young love in the Commonwealth

[madammuffins]

Fan Fiction Feature

But He Stopped - Completed

Wattpad

Archive of Our Own

Synopsis

Life was hard. John knew that, especially in the wasteland of Post-Apocalyptic America.

If the act of being born didn’t kill you Raiders, The Institute, lack of food or clean water probably would. In fact, most things could easily lay claim to your life; an angry father, an aggressive older brother, a jaded ex-girl.

It was decidedly no place for an empathetic human. Which made John wonder… why had he been born at all?

*Rape/Non-Con + Underage are all pre-ghoul John occurrences*

John Hancock POV - Main character, Rosie’s love interest (who is our F!SS that my kids helped me build) Typical in story child loss (abduction), cursing, sexual content, violence, language, drug use.

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If you would like to be added/removed from any fanfiction updates in the future please let me know!

[lilghoulfucker]

Hancock’s Valentines Day

               Hancock had been pacing back and forth in his office for some time now, just lost in thought over what day it was. This was the first time he had someone he truly loved and even though he never cared about Valentine’s day in the past this time it was different. He was with the most amazing person he could be with and he wanted them to know he truly, deeply loved Sole with his whole being. He wanted today to be something different and special. Yet he didn’t know how, he had no clue what to do and it only frustrated him as he paced non-stop. Fahrenheit just sat back and watched the distraught ghoul. She huffed in a drag of jet while he was in a near panic.

“I’m sure they will love anything you do for them Hancock.” Fahrenheit exhaled looking over him with a lazed look on her face.

“I know they will, but I’m sure they had amazing dates before the war and fancy gifts from their pretty little ex.” He groaned deeply knowing they would love anything he did for them.

Sole never needed much, just being with Hancock seemed to light their world ablaze. Hancock knew that, yet he just wanted to do something for them. Hancock stopped pacing, he stood their rubbing the back of his neck looking at the cracked floorboards. He sighed as his eyes slowly shut. All he could thing of was Soles face lighting up as he gave them something, he wanted their beautiful face to just light up in surprise and happiness and he had no clue how to give them that.

               Hancock quickly perked up for a second before bolting out the door in some kind of hurry.

               “Glad to help.” Fahrenheit scoffed leaning back as she enjoyed her trip. “Couples…”

               Hancock stormed out of Goodneighbor Looking around the outskirts of the town for something. All around was trash and rumble. Nothing at all useful for him. A few weeds wilting at the side. He cursed under his breath as he started to become tense. He started running through the streets hardly even thinking of what he could run into. He just full on sprinted hectically looking every place he could think of for something. In his haze of dread something small stole his attention, he stopped as quickly as he could, using a new-found wall in his face as a landing. He stumbled back with his hand covering his face being rather thankful he didn’t have a nose. He moved his hand down peaking over his charred fingertips as a grin erupted over his face. A small pale purple flower stood alone on a crack in the pavement. It was just what he needed. He gently took the flower and protected it like his life depended on it back to Goodneighbor.

               As Hancock stepped back into Goodneighbor one of the guards came up to him.

               “Sole was just looking for you, they seemed disappointed to hear you stepped out.” Hancock’s heart dropped, what if Sole left.

               “Shitt… Ahh are they still here?” Hancock’s face started to twist in worry and is was plain as day.  

The Guard kind of chuckled and nodded to him, they tilted their head back gesturing to one of the old warehouses that Sole cleaned out. Hancock cleaned one up and made it into a home for Sole to live in Goodneighbor. Hancock let out an exhale of relief and nodded at the guard. He straightened his jacket and made sure the flower was still alright. Hancock slowly opened the door, creeping in making sure not to make a sound. He could hear the sound of chopping, Sole was in the kitchen cooking. He could smell a wonderful aroma coming from upstairs, He smiled brightly creeping up the stairs peering through the doorway. His heart fluttered as he saw Sole, he could hardly catch his breath just by looking at them. He couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

               He snuck up behind Sole and ran his hand on their hip as he moved the small flower to the front of them to see.

He Softly nuzzled the back of Soles neck. “I missed you Sunshine.” He practically purred with happiness being near Sole. Sole turned and met their face to his with a soft smile “I missed you more.” Their lips crashed into Hancock’s within seconds, cupping his face tightly.

Hancock couldn’t help but to chuckle and melt is Soles kiss. He stared deeply into Soles eyes with a bright smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day Sunshine... Sorry it’s not much…”

“You are all I’ll need.” Sole smothered Hancock’s face in kisses. “Now why don’t we move this to the bedroom?

[fo4companionsreact]

Companions react to Sole saying "get rekt" every time the companion kills someone?

Cait, Hancock, Deacon

Nick, Piper, Danse, X6-88

Preston, Curie, MacCready

Dogmeat, Strong

[trashboi2768-archived]

So on the topic of firsts, what about first (official) date with the boys?

First Date

Fallout Four

John Hancock/GN!Reader

Nick Valentine/GN!Reader

SFW/Fluff

TW: Mentions of Drug Use

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I love this idea, y'all have the best ideas I stg

I did hcs for this one I hope you enjoy!

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John Hancock:

John never thought much about having a first date

So it's up to you to bring that idea up

But when you do he adores it

He even changes out of his classic Hancock outfit into an old suit you found for him

He's keeping the hat though

Don't even try to convince him otherwise

“We're a package deal, baby.”

When you go he does his best to be romantic and a gentleman

Even if he messes up a couple times he's so sweet

He compliments you in the most classic Hancock way

“God damn, sweetheart, you're more sexy than usual”

I dare you to say “Oh so i'm not this sexy all the time”

Depending on his mood he will either say “You know damn well that's not what I meant.” or just get tongue tied

It was an awkward first date, but to you, it was perfect in every aspect

Nick Valentine:

Nick is a more traditional man, having prewar memories

So the first date idea was his

But instead of telling you this idea, he decides to surprise you with it

At first, you're not happy with it, since you're covered in dirt and grim after a particularly rough day

He assures you that you look great, but you refuse

“I need a shower, Nick”

To be fair, he's wearing an old suit he bought that day

He refuses to let you leave so you're sitting down, dirt and all, and enjoying a romantic meal with your robo boyfriend

And if he secretly enjoys you squirming, a slight blush on your cheeks from not being spic and span clean, well who is he to tell every little secret

He made sure the dinner was very romantic, candles lit and music playing

It was so sweet

He asked about your day, and listens to every little bit of your ranting

After the food and ranting, you honestly felt so much better

You couldn't have asked for a better first date with him

[pathetichimbos]

✨💕HNNNNNGGG I SAW YOU WRITE FOR FALLOUT✨💕

✨💕sorry the excitement is real✨💕

✨💕And you write for my little raisin?!✨💕

✨💕TT✨💕

✨💕Sooo if you're taking requests..(you can others if you want)✨💕

✨💕How would Hancock react to his sole finding an intact pre-war dress?✨💕

✨💕Like maybe she used to be a model and it's a dress she wore to an event? (if that makes sense?)✨💕

✨💕Thank you!✨💕

Pretty Things

John Hancock/F!Reader

SFW/Fluff

TW: Mentions of Drug Use

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AHHHH I love this so much!!!! I had no idea you liked fallout too fjjfdndjjdd

I love Hancock so much he’s just the best 💕💕 this idea was so cute I'm so excited you asked me to write it! 🥺

Also, if you'd like a short to go with it feel free to lmk and I'll be more than happy to write one!

I hope you like it but if you don’t just lmk and I can fix it!!!

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You and Hancock were traveling across the Commonwealth, on your way back after helping a settlement, something the two of you did a lot

On your way back, however, the two of you found yourself in the midst of a rad storm

Hancock spotted an old house that seemed in tact, so that's where the two of you decided to set up base for the night

You decided to search the house, while Hancock decided to take one of his infamous chem breaks

He was sitting on the floor, legs spread out and head thrown back as he sung 'Goodneighbor' off-key, whether that was on purpose or not, you couldn't tell

You were scavenging, looking through an old dresser when something caught your eye

"Oh, my God, it can't be!" You smiled, taking the fabric out of the drawer

"What're ya goin' on about, doll?" He turned his head to face you

You ran out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you ran into another room

He waited in silence as you changed out of your vault suit, joy filling you as you realized it fit perfectly

You came back into the room, showing off your find to your ghoul boyfriend

Hancock looked up, and his jaw practically hit the floor

"Oh." His face flushed hot, his eyes raking over your form as he took in the scene before him

You were wearing a tight blue dress that clung to your waist before flowing out, stopping right above your knees

You gave a twirl, "How do I look?"

"Hot damn, sweetheart, you look gorgeous."

This man is at a lost for words, he knew that you were a model before the war, but he never figured that you'd find a dress that you had wore, and in such good condition

He can't help but stare, don't get him wrong, he loves your vault suit and the way it fits your body, but he can't take his eyes off of you in that dress

You'll have a very hard time getting him to keep his hands off of you, and he'll definitely want you to keep it around

[apocalyptic-comedown]

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground, Try this trick and spin it, yeah; Your head will collapse, But there's nothing in it, And you'll ask yourself; Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

This cover of one of my fave songs is absolutely beautiful, and always reminds me of these two idiots; so have some scribbles I came up with whilst listening to it on repeat.

I might finish this at some point but I’m really lazy

[pb1138]

Some Beautiful Shit

Hancock x OC non-maternal Fem!Sole

I still haven’t played any of the DLCs, so again, this is still just base game content. The only storyline spoilers are Hancock’s intro and a few minor side quests, like fetching and talking to people and shit. It’s also a minorly warped storyline so there’s that, too. I’m also going to say it now, my SS is NOT driven by the need to find her son. Like at all. 

Mentions of alcohol, drug use, death, etc. 

It was honestly a miracle that Ti made it through the door. She was gravely injured, clutching her gushing side. There was a line of blood spilling over her lips, and her eyes were wide with the struggle to not collapse. She stumbled a few steps into the settlement, the only thought in her mind was ‘help.’

She almost fell over when the bald man with the scarred face approached her, lighting a cigarette. “Hold up there,” he said. “First time in Goodneighbor? Can’t go walking around without insurance.”

Titania looked at him under hooded eyes and raised her laser pistol to point at him. “You better back off, or you’re the one who’ll need insurance.”

For some reason, whether because he realized the gravity of her situation and therefore her desperation or just because he didn’t feel like getting accidentally shot by the almost dead woman whose hands were trembling, but he conceded. “Woah, hey, all right, We’ll just, uh, say your insurance is paid up for now, okay?”

In the background, a man turned around from his conversation. “Woah, woah. Time out,” came his raspy voice. “Someone steps through the gate for the first time, they’re a guest. You lay off that extortion crap.”

Ti’s vision was beginning to darken slightly and she could feel her limbs grow heavier. She unwillingly dropped her arm, struggling to stay awake.

The first man turned and the two of them circled each other a little. “What do you care? She ain’t one of ours,” he gruffed.

The other man, who Titania vaguely noticed was a ghoul, lifted his arms in mock defense. “No love for your mayor, Finn? I said let her go.”

The other guy, Finn, responded in a deep growl. “You’re soft, Hancock. You keep letting outsiders walk all over us, one day there’ll be a new mayor.”

The ghoul, Hancock, stepped towards Finn. “Come on, man. This is me we’re talking about. Let me tell you something.”

The last thing Titania saw before the darkness dancing around her vision took her under was Hancock reaching behind his back and then a knife being buried into Finn’s stomach.

Xxx

When Hancock turned to the newcomer, wiping the blood off his knife, he was surprised to see the woman had fallen. Blood was quickly pooling underneath her, even running down her mouth. He turned back to Fahrenheit, raising his hand in the direction of the clinic. “Go get Amari.”

Fahrenheit sighed heavily, shifting her weight to her other foot. “Boss, she’s as good as dead. Why don’t we just—“

Hancock cut her off with another hand, kneeling beside the woman. “Go get her, I said.” He pulled a stimpack out of the depths of his inner pocket and injected it into the woman’s stomach, near her wound. He let out a low whistle as he assessed the damage. “You are one lucky Dweller, kiddo,” he said under his breath. Beneath her Vault 111 Vault suit, there were several bullet wounds and what looked like a bite mark. There were also a few bite marks around her collarbone but they were healing, most likely from stimpacks she used between attacks on her way here. The wounds on her stomach were beginning to heal, far too slowly to save her before the doctor could arrive. He loaded another stimpack into her abdomen. He slipped his arms under her head and her knees and lifted her with relative ease, carrying her towards the Memory Den.

Xxx

“It’s obvious she met with just about every creature outside our gates. It’s a miracle she’s even alive.”

Titania’s eyes cracked open slowly and slightly, taking their sweet time to focus. She turned her head towards the sound of the woman speaking and blinked blearily at her.

“Oh, she is awake.” The woman walked over and started taking Titania’s pulse. “How are you feeling?”

Ti took a second to think about it, smacking her lips dryly. “Thirsty,” she croaked out.

A shredded hand holding a glass of water came into her line of sight, and she looked up at the ghoul to whom it belonged. He was handsome despite the scarring, with high cheek bones and a surprisingly kind smile that was reflected in his black eyes. He wore colonial clothes, topped with a trifold hat that had been through hell and back, but it suited him. The doctor released her wrist and Titania reached up and took the water in shaky hands. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He smiled at her. “My pleasure. When you’re on your feet, feel free to stop by Town Hall and I’ll give you the grand tour, ok?”

She nodded slightly. “Ok.”

And with that he was gone, and the doctor had begun her line of questioning: name, age, what caused this, etc. By the time she finished, Titania had begun her drowsy accent into sleep.

Xxx

When she came to, the doctor came back over and checked up on her again. When she determined that Titania was healthy, she let her go free.

Titania walked out into the streets of Goodneighbor and took a second to look around. It was clear to her that drugs were somewhat an issue here, but she shrugged it off. “It’s the apocalypse for christ’s sake,” she muttered to herself. She even wondered mildly why she herself wasn’t high or drunk off her ass, but she sighed wistfully. “The day is still young.” She stopped when she noticed a kid running after a cat, heading towards the alley, suddenly reminded of Shaun, of her baby, of Nate, dead in his cryo tube. She forced the thoughts out of her mind and caved in, buying a quick hit of jet from a dealer on the street. 

She went and stood outside the Town Hall, looking up at the impressive building in awe. She remembered it vaguely from before the war, how its hardwood floors shown impeccably and how the light used to shine through the windows in an almost ethereal way, at least they did the day she had come to pay a parking ticket.

The Town Hall now was certainly… different. The wood was no longer shiny, the windows were mostly boarded up, dust and debris littered every corner, and on almost every floor there were squatters of some kind. She made her way up the stairs until she saw what looked like an office and she approached it slowly. She peeked in through the shut doors and saw the ghoul from before, leaning back in a chair with his feet propped up on his desk. A human woman lounged on a nearby couch, her feet also propped up. They were talking about something, but Titania couldn’t make out what it was. After a moment, she knocked on the door and waited until the ghoul called a lazy, “Yeah, come in.”

She nudged the door open and cleared her throat. “Uh, you said I should stop by? Is… now not a good time or?”

The ghoul looked up at her from underneath his tricorn hat. He jumped to his feet and spread his arms wide. “Yes, welcome to Goodneighbor, friend! Come, walk with me.” He crossed around his desk and gestured for Titania to follow him as he headed down the stairs. She glanced at the woman sitting on the couch and lifted her hand in a small wave before she followed the ghoul.

“So, whereabouts you from, Vaultie?” he asked.

Titania thought about it for a moment before she reluctantly answered, “Vault 111. I got out a few weeks ago.”

He let out a low whistle. “So you’re new to this whole Wasteland thing. It must be overwhelming.”

She nodded slightly. “Seeing how everything’s changed is… Well. It’s not fun.”

“Changed? As in, you saw it before?”

"Yeah. Vault 111 was some kind of fucked up experiment. They cryogenically froze us. My husband and my son, they... They didn’t make it.” 

She didn’t say anymore and he caught on, nodding knowingly. “I understand. You got a name?” 

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “Titania.”

He chuckled slightly. “Titania. That’s one I haven’t heard before. Though, I can’t say much. Name’s Hancock.”

She smiled slightly and nodded. “Pleasure. You can call me Ti.”

He showed her around the town for a while, talking for a while. Finally, he offered her a job, a way to earn his trust. To his surprise, she accepted, and no less than three days later did she return to him successful, all on her own no less.

Hancock gave his speech from the Town Hall balcony and finally offered to accompany Titania on her travels, and she heartily accepted.

They had spent several weeks together before he started to notice…well, her. He had definitely noticed she wasn’t bad on the eyes when they met, but the longer they stayed together, the better he got to know and appreciate her for who she was. And who she was, was a badass with heart.

He had seen her finagle payment from a measly 100 caps to 900, had seen her take down entire packs of raiders with just a handful of bullets, had seen her cry, laugh, scream, everything. And before he knew it, Hancock had fallen in love.

The first time he realized exactly what it was that stirred in his gut every time she looked at him, they had been sitting on a ledge on Trinity Tower, feet dangling hundreds of feet above ground. She had found a bottle of whiskey and some Nuka Colas on their way to the top, and she decided to crack them open and relax for a while. It was nearing dawn, the sun beginning to rise over the horizon and it lit the river up like liquid fire. They were both covered in blood, but the way she wore it was…ethereal. She had scarring across her nose and upper cheeks and a deep gash running from her temple to her chin, “from a bad car accident before the war” she had said, and recently she had sustained some bruising pretty much all over her face but somehow it suited her. Her hair was pitch black, cut just below her chin with thick bangs just at her eyebrows. Her eyes were a honey brown, and she wore thick makeup around them, including blue winged liner on top, black liner on bottom, and some light brownish colored eyeshadow that softened the whole look. Her pale skin was spotted with freckles (and at the moment, some specks of blood) all over her face but mostly around her eyes, and her nose came to a very subtle hook on the end. But her lips, her lips were what Hancock loved the most. They were full, almost thick, with a very pronounced Cupid’s bow, and she wore a deep red lipstick on them. They drove Hancock crazy, and he had caught himself staring at them on more than one occasion, wondering what they would feel like against his own mottled flesh, what they would taste like.

She glanced at him and smirked. “You’re staring,” she teased.

If he could have, he might have blushed but he turned back to watch the water change colors. He took a hit of a cigarette and leaned back on his hands. She took an impressively long swig of her whiskey and sighed in appreciation. “This shithole certainly surprises me sometimes.”

“How d’you mean?” he asked.

She smiled slightly and stretched, and he noted very carefully the way that her Vault suit stretched over her curves. “Even in all this shit and suffering and disaster, there’s still some beautiful shit out here.”

He nodded slightly, looking straight at her. “There sure is,” he breathed.

She glanced at him and he saw her cheeks deepen in a blush. She took another swig of her whiskey and in one fluid movement, she had him pinned to the floor, her hips straddling his, her hair tickling the sides of his face. He stammered slightly, taken aback, but before he could get out any words, she had leaned down and pressed her lips to where his would be, silencing every thought in his brain. He wrapped his hands up around her waist after a moment and grinned internally.

She tasted like tarberries. Tarberries and whiskey. 

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@apocalyptic-comedown sole survivor, Robin, and the good Mayor Hancock. (P.S. this is my first time drawing Hancock🙈) I hope you like it!!!