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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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Congrats on 1k followers sweetness! For this even would you kindly do a Megaton- Hancock SFW "I'll always choose you?" if you so desire? He deserves to know how much we love him ♥️

Yes omg, he absolutely does. Unfortunately, I just had to put some hurt in there, but there's a good bit of comfort to balance it out I think 😅

Aaaaaaaand I totally got carried away, so this is pretty long... whoops.

Hancock felt a hand slap his back as he squeezed through the crowd of bar-goers at The Third Rail, a few folks giving him "Well done's" and greeting him fondly as he made his way back to his and your table.

"Yeah, yeah, you all know I just do it for the caps and laughs, right?" He winked at them, "Heh, love all you delinquents."

Hancock turned to address his people as he approached the table, finding it free of you.

Must've gone to get some drinks.

"Whattaya say, ya bunch of misfits! Of the people?"

"For the people!" They echoed, a slew of cheers-ing following his declaration as he turned his attention to the bar with a smile on his face.

The mirth wilted though, and quickly, at the sight of you standing at the bar, unreasonably close to some unknown patron.

The young and attractive bar-goer was laughing, their eyes grazing unapologetically over your body as you shyly looked away.

Is that a fucking smile? Did that shit just make you smile?

The ghoul's jaw clenched, his restless fingers brushing over the hilt of his knife as he took a step towards you, fury shining in his eyes as jealousy took a firm hold of his heart.

The stranger's arm rose, their hand grazing over yours from where it rested on the countertop, and Hancock stopped in his tracks at your reaction. Or, rather, your lack of a reaction.

You met the stranger's eyes, a blush heating your perfect cheeks.

The cheeks he'd laid a million kisses over, that he'd caressed lovingly a million times, that he'd made flush with crimson, that he'd made scrunch with joy...

Fuck.

Hancock backed away, pulled his hand swiftly away from his knife, and sank into the chair behind him as his eyes stayed locked to you and this stranger. This attractive stranger, this suave, smiley, charming asshole that fully captured your attentions.

The attentions he was under the illusion that you'd had only for him.

Who the hell am I kiddin'? No way I really thought things were gonna last with you...

Hancock's hands were rough as he pressed his face to them, his chest aching and heart pounding as he tried in vain to slow the deluge of thoughts pouring into his mind and drowning him in self-loathing.

"You okay, baby?"

He roughly tugged his shoulder away from the hand that was placed against him, not bothering to grace the question with so much as a look.

Maybe in a few days I'll take someone up on their offer. Maybe when I'm chemmed out of my mind and needing another form of distraction, maybe then I'll hit them up for a night of hot an' heavy 'therapy'. For now though...

"I got you your drink. Is something wrong?"

This time, the voice clicked, and Hancock's hands flew down onto the table, his gaze snapping to you as you seated yourself across from him.

Every kind of emotion bubbled up in his chest as he saw your face, his eyes flitting back and forth slightly as he tried to look into both of yours at once. Looking for the truth, looking for an answer as to why.

Why you were here with him now, instead of up at the bar, why you were talking to that stranger in the first place, why you bothered with him at all if you were just plannin' on doin' this in the end, why you didn't pull your goddamn hand away when that bastard touched you.

He wanted to spit and yell, but also crumble to pieces, and another part entirely wanted to embrace you, rejoice having you back with him, while another still just wanted to forget that he saw you up there at all.

"Hancock." Your lips formed his name, dragging his gaze downward to take in your words as his ears filled with ringing static.

"What's going on, love? You okay?"

He blinked.

Am I?

"Please." You reached your hand out--

The hand that bastard fucking touched.

--And you placed it in his own, your thumb running soothingly over his knuckles as your eyes pleaded for a response.

"Talk to me, John."

"The bar." He growled, trying to keep his voice steady. "What was that, Sole?"

"What-?" You recoiled slightly at his tone, at the accusatory look he gave you, before recognition flashed in your eyes.

"Oh, you saw that asshat coming on to me? Yeah, that was fucking rich, wasn't it?"

Hancock's bare brows remained furrowed, even in response to your light tone and the laugh you let loose. His glare was unyielding, but still tinged with hurt.

"Going after your partner, in freaking Goodneighbor? In your town? I think they had a death wish."

"You were smiling." Hancock tugged his hand out of your grasp, slumping back in his chair as he reached for his drink. He grimaced as he took a sip, less at the flavor, and more at the thought of it being the reason you were at the bar in the first place.

"I-I know." You said, your voice quiet now as your eyebrows scrunched together.

You pulled your hands down to your lap.

"They were drunk, I wasn't sure what they'd do if I just outright turned them down, so, I just smiled and told them I didn't have time to talk. That I was meeting my partner here. Then I came and sat down..."

Hancock frowned at that, taking another drink, and releasing a small sigh as he felt some of the tenseness wash away from him.

"You really think I liked that asshole?"

He shrugged, looking away from you and down at the table.

"They were pretty good lookin'... They made you smile. I dunno Sole, maybe... Maybe you shoulda liked 'em, y'know? Maybe they were... I don't know--"

"Hancock, what?" Your voice rose an octave, and the table shook as your hands came down forcibly onto the glossy wood.

"How can you say that? H-how could I-- I like you, John. I don't care what they looked like, I didn't even hear what they said to me, I was too busy trying to get out of that conversation, trying to get back to where I wanted to be, back to you."

"Really?" He rasped, his voice quiet.

"Yes. Really." You smiled, your cheeks scrunching familiarly, and Hancock felt his chest warm at more than just the alcohol.

"I don't care how many strangers try to charm me in bars, don't care how 'good looking' they are. I love you. I choose you over all of them. I'll always choose you."

Hancock's eyes widened like saucers, his body seizing at the words as his mouth fell open. He swallowed heavily.

"Sweetheart, you... love me?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"I do. I really do." Your eye contact with him broke as you peered around the full bar, your gaze pausing at the stairs. You turned back to him, with a glimmer in your eye.

"Whattaya say, you wanna get outta here?"

#thanks for the ask!#1k celebration #1k event #fallout ask #this isn't even a baby blurb #this is a grown ass adult blurb #guess who got carried away again?#spoilers: it was me #whoops #hancock #john hancock #hancock fo4 #fallout hancock #megaton

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thedrag0nking · 1 year

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A few minutes later...

Into the sheriff's place there she along with the a couple of her deputies who stares at the dead body of a woman who had been infected by the disease after giving birth to a hybrid of a beast person ( A horse ), the tyranosaurus Rex, and Velociraptor. This woman was apart of the Keiga clan who had been missing for a while. They try nursing her back to help but the virus lethality rate is unlike anything they ever see and so after in the process of giving birth she died and her body is covered in a blanket. Anton came by after hearing the commotion of another outsider die by the virus this time being the keiga clan member.

" Howdy Sheriff, heard you got a body here. This is the second one this week. "

Sheriff maple the calm, collective and the so tired of this shit sheriff welcomed her into her jail while smoking a cigar.

" Sherry Anton, Just what I need in this hour. Yeah this not a yokai by the way. It's one of them Keiga clan folk... "

" Say wha-? "

" Found her a few days ago in a state of agony. The screams haunt me ever since yesterday. Couldn't left the poor girl out alone to suffer or get eaten by those big ol' deinonychus so I calm our pack dogs and took her in. "

" Oh my god, what about the baby? Did it make it...? "

" Yeah she hit her head hard face flat on the ground cracking her egg too. I fear that fall's gonna screw her up in the future. "

" ....What should we do with the kid now? Ya know we can't keep ignoring this. All this is gonna spook more town folk here and the Maquis is gonna come here and kill us. "

" Those bastards can try shorty I come prepared with my rifle and my cigarettes. Yeah, I agree with you I'm doing everything I can to let people know what the hell's going on and not leading to the god damn fear mongering and the conspiracy theorists bullshit. "

" Also I want you to do me a favor and you might not like it... "

Uh oh.

" ....Sheriff I don'tike where this is going. "

#{ Musing: Anton The Kid }#{ Musing: Sherrif Maple }#{ Blighted Outlaw }#{ The Sherrif Of The County! }#{ Diseased Woman died in prison }

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