#fallout 4 john hancock

[do2faj]

Don’t mind the overall messiness, I’m trying to relearn Procreate

[zerkenik]

Where are my fellow valencockers ⁉️

[irradiatedpiratebooty]

[sashimoii]

My favourite Disney princess.

[bonesxbows]

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (Hancock x Reader)

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There's a radstorm brewing, and you and Hancock need to find shelter, fast. there's a place nearby that'll work, but it's awfully cramped, and the thunder isn't comforting

(WARNINGS) - fear of thunderstorms - anxiety and fear behaviors - slight panic attack - minor drinking mentioned

had a small fallout 4 obsession a bit back, so enjoy this spur of a fic that came out of it!

reblogs and comments appreciated!

hope you enjoy!!

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The surrounding area was filled with a roaring *crack* as a thread of green lightning pierced through the commonwealth sky, warning everyone of the impending storm. 

The noise had caught your attention, and you stopped in your tracks to look up at the sky, just in time to catch a glimpse of the sickly green light fading away as quickly as it had arrived. Hancock caught up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he also saw the green flash of light. 

“Looks like a radstorm’s brewing.” He spoke softly since he was so close to you. He didn’t seem all that concerned about the storm, however. 

“Hm. We need to find shelter before it gets worse.” You scanned the horizon for something, anything that could be used to wait out the rads. Hancock followed suit, looking on the other side of the abandoned street. 

“What about a tipped-over train car?” Hancock asked, pointing to a nearby train station that still had a few train cars littering the area. One was tipped over on its side, its top hatch exposed to the vines and foliage that tried to reclaim the car. As much as you didn’t like the idea of spending the night in a rusting 200-year-old train car, the threatening clap of thunder that shook the sky reminded you that you didn’t have much of a choice. 

“Looks like it’s all we got, come on.” You rushed forward towards the train station, Hancock following closely behind. You sent your rifle down next to the hatch and tried to pry it open. When it wouldn’t budge you quickly found out why; vines had grown around the handle, holding it shut. Hancock also noticed the vines and wordlessly handed you his knife, to which you made quick work of the foliage with. You acted as quickly as you could without accidentally cutting yourself, and by the time you were able to pry the door open, the sky was already beginning to change color. 

“Go!” Was all Hancock said as the wind gusts grew stronger all around. You grabbed your rifle and tumbled into the train car with Hancock no more than 2 steps behind. He slammed the hatch shut against the wind once the two of you were inside. You could feel the gusts rock the car slightly, and more thunder rumbled the ground. But the two of you were safe and away from the rads.

The train car had been used as a shelter by another wastelander, the recently lit oil lamp and bedroll made that apparent. Thankfully though, it didn’t look like anyone or anything had died inside. You crawled over to the bedroll to inspect it and it seemed relatively clean. Nothing but a new layer of dirt covered the top, to which you just brushed off the best you could. It would have to do, you didn’t exactly have any other options at the moment. 

“Not exactly the coziest place to spend the night, huh?” Hancock struck up a conversation, pulling out a half-empty bottle of whiskey from your abandoned backpack you had tossed on the ground. He made himself comfortable near the bedroll, outstretching his legs and crossing his ankles. 

“Yeah well, I’d take spending a night in here over becoming a ghoul any day.” You lightheartedly joked, using the knife you still had from Hancock to slice open the top of a can of potato crisps. You popped one in your mouth and spun the knife around in your palm, handing it back to Hancock handle-first. 

“Fair enough.” Was his only response as he took another swig from his bottle, grabbing the knife from your hand and pocketing it within his jacket. 

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The two of you had been in the train car for a few hours, or so the time on your pip-boy told you so, but the storm didn’t sound like it was stopping any time soon. Thunder still rocked the ground and strong gusts of wind still shook the train car. 

Hancock had finished what little was left in the bottle a while ago, resorting to just falling asleep right where he was. 

Which left you alone, by yourself, in a dimly lit shaky train car surrounded by crashing thunder and pounding radiation. 

To say you were on edge would’ve been an understatement. 

You had tried to relax on the long-abandoned bedroll, but ultimately you stayed sitting up, pulling your knees into your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. The wind howled around you and you felt the next clap of the thunder in your bones. 

You tried to even out your breathing, tried to tell yourself that you were being scared over nothing, tried to coax yourself to just roll over and fall asleep. But just when you were debating whether to fall asleep or not, a particularly loud roar of thunder made you jump, protesting against any thought of sleep. You could feel your heart rate pick up and your body ached for something stable. 

Hancock was softly snoring away, unaware of your panic crisis. And right now you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms, a place where you felt warm and safe. 

“Hancock?” You loudly whispered. You stopped and rubbed your hands on your upper arms, unsure of yourself. Would he be upset that you woke him up? No, no he wouldn’t want you to sit here and suffer...right? 

“Hancock!” You spoke a little louder. Maybe it was fruitless trying to get help from him at this hour. He seemed dead to the world. But then you saw his fingers start to twitch around the bottle he was still holding. 

“Hm?” He lowly hummed, his eyes flickering open. The rest of his body twitching to life. 

“Hancock?” You said again, this time knowing he was hearing you. 

“Sunshine? What’s a matter? Ugh...what time is it?” 

“I...um…” you recoiled, glancing at the time on your pip-boy. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to wake him up…

But then another boom of thunder rolled through the train car, startling you and making you jump. 

“Hey...you okay?” He asked. He may have been half asleep, but he still noticed when you jumped at the noise of the thunder. 

You were going to tell him no, explain what the problem was, but the sound of the wind picking up outside and the way it howled against the metal container made you lose your words. So instead you just shook your head, holding onto your knees tighter and curling in on yourself. 

Hancock wasn’t stupid though and could tell what the problem was as another bout of thunder shook the train car and you jumped again at the sound. He set the bottle that was still in his hands to the side and crawled over towards you. He sat cross-legged next to you, facing your balled-up form. You uncurled slightly to look at him, and he held out a hand. 

“Come ‘ere.” Was all he said, so you took his hand. He pulled you closer to him, situating the two of you so that you were in his lap with your limbs wrapped around him and his arms around you. 

You melted into him, the warmth he radiated soothing your frazzled nerves. He held you close, letting one hand tangle itself into your hair. His head fell into the crook of your neck and you placed your cheek on his shoulder. 

“It’s just a storm, sunshine.” He mumbled. You hummed in understanding, listening to his breathing slow down as he fell asleep again, the two of you tangled around each other.

Maybe it was the storm that had you so rattled, maybe it was the feeling of being alone. Or maybe it was the confinement of the train car. Whatever it had been, it didn’t matter anymore. The feeling of Hancock’s embrace was soothing enough to lull you into a peaceful sleep.

[syckubota]

misc. oc art & hancock throwing a one-liner like he in a movie.

[brahmin-lard]

Just some old sketch portraits of the sillies

Bonus fusion portrait under the cut!

[thelosthighway]

Redraw of this accidentally angsty companion changeover I had

[browsing-and-anon-asking]

Jeez you all are so nice man!!! Got me smiling a lot this week!! And it's only Wednesday!!!!

Let's get started!!!

MACCREADY!!!

I like him.

NOW something that's always messed with me is him being an ex-gunner but NO TATTOO??? Come on. So I just made up a blood type, slapped it on and there we go.

Gave him a camo bandana.(not good at making camo, and also, yes, I drew a small penis it's funny)

I always picture him as a guh with slightly muscular arms, but when you look at his chest and stomach, you can clearly see his ribs showing. He needs caps for more things than just buying out Winlock and Barnes!

Scruffy face

I like to think he read a BUNCH of sewing magazines with Lucy and knows literally

Backpack, I forgot his gun, though now that I realize it... but he had a backpack, too! He's constantly on the move and keeps his little belongings near him.

HANCOCK

Adjusted his coat, mostly bc I forgot how to draw it hi sorry

Tried to draw him without a hat since I gave him hair bit he looked... so un-hancock I cried.

Gave him gloves, but made them ripped up :3

Honestly, ripped up American flag goes hard as a belt. Might do the same sometime(I will not)

Another thing is about his hair. I genuinely love the blonde hair idea and think he looks awesome with it!!

I changed up his 'burns', like with his nose, having half of it there. Made on ear purposely shriveled up to be smaller.

~Nick Valentine~

I remember my old art teacher said on colors with the same shades, like yellower browns with yellow, makes for a burning, untrained eye piece. So a good compliment to those are reds or blues! So, yep, I added those to his color pallete.

Yes, Ellie stitched a heart on his jacket over where his heart should be to poke fun at how bad he is at consoling a customer.

It frustrates me when I don't see wires pretty plainly or anything in robots. I LVOE WIRES!!! So I added them

Didn't add too much to him, I mean, look at that original design. Absolutely perfect<3<3

THANKS SO SO MUCH!!! NEXT POLL WILL BE LATER TONIGHT!!!!

[do2faj]

Oh Hancock you would've loved the hit song National Anthem by LDR

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

Sudden urge hit to make fallout x bloodborne

Nick as gascoigne and hancock as maria!

[fawncr33k]

Y'all

I put down a pommel horse and weight bench in sanctuary, cuz people were feeling down

ANS EVERYONE FUCKING FLOCKED TO THEM I COULDN'T FIND ANYONE TILL I SAW A CROWD AND EVERYONE WAS SURROUNDING THEM!

LONGFELLOW WAS WEIGHTLIFTING, MAMA MURPHY EVEN CAME OVER, I THINK! (I persuaded her to stop her chem use) HELL EVEN STRONG! HERE'S WHAT I CAN REMEMBER

Strong: "Too many humans." Whilst being with the crowd.

Codworth hanging around the edge

Hancock telling my character he'll be there if they need a break

Danse doing his typical: "nothing better than boots on the ground" shpeel

X6-88 telling me he had a successful mission

And probably more

[irradiatedpiratebooty]

this is it, this is my hancock analysis

[nukacoola]

Living with the side effects

Little sketch of Hancock mid transformation ;)

[fallout-through-the-crawlout]

Hancock: I'm moderate and peaceful, truth be told.

Piper: Yesterday you threw a table at Deacon.

Hancock: Yes, which was a moderate and peaceful comprimise because I was initially planning to launch a table at that asshole.

[bonesxbows]

The Other Line (Hancock x Reader)

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There's not enough food in your stash for the both of you so you try to give what you have left to Hancock instead of yourself. He isn't having any of it though and insists you at least share, and no isn't an option with him when it comes to your wellbeing.

(WARNINGS) - choosing to starve - past body image issues mentioned

I wrote this within a few hours and idk if I'm really satisfied with it but I figured I'd publish it anyway. I swear I'm working on longer fics I just always get sidetracked lol. Shout out though to all the people leaving comments on here and on Ao3, you guys keep my motivation sky high, you have no idea how much I appreciate each and every one of them :)

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A blown-out house, still sort of standing. Four walls and a roof with minor damage was considered the peak of shelters nowadays, so neither of you complained as you walked inside. You had made the executive decision to stay here for the night, although Hancock wouldn’t have argued with you either way. It was small inside, destroyed wooden planks blocked the path upstairs, leaving the two of you to what once was a modest kitchen, dining room, and living room amalgamation. You placed your gear on the table while Hancock scoped the place out. It was a ritual of his by now, double-checking every square inch to make sure it was safe. 

“Grub and then bed? I’m beat, and we’ve still got a long ways to go,” you told him, checking your pip-boy to see the progress you had made on your journey. It was going well so far, but it would still be at least another day’s hike before you reached where you needed to go. He hummed to himself, satisfied that the place was now confirmed empty except for the two of you. 

“You know I ain’t picky. I’ll get the blankets set up while you sort that out, okay?” he spoke it like a question but he didn’t wait for your reply before he made his way over to the couch, grabbing your bedrolls and quickly placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he passed by. As soon as he was occupied with his task he had assigned himself you checked your food supplies. The results were what you had been fearing; you were running dangerously low. You knew you should have double-checked the stores the two of you had passed on your way here. It would have delayed you a little, sure, but it was worth it over traveling on an empty stomach. It was too little too late now, it was way too dangerous to travel in the dark to scavenge more supplies. You would have to make do with what you had and then hope you could find more food on the way tomorrow. 

You checked around the kitchen, not finding much. The place had already been picked mostly clean, probably by other travelers and scavvers. You were lucky to find a bottle of nuka-cola tucked in the back of the refrigerator, but that was where your luck ended. You shook it to see if bubbles still formed against the glass, checking for discoloration and mold as the liquid sloshed around. It looked okay, so you mentally added it to your stash of goods. 

“Need any help?” Hancock called from behind the back of the sofa. His voice pulled you out of your head. 

“No I’ve got it just…give me a second,” you told him, making up your mind and grabbing the last canned item you had in your pack along with one of the forks you always brought along with you. 

“No worries sunshine, take your time,” he replied so nonchalantly, oblivious to your current supply struggles. You watched as he kicked his feet over the arm of the sofa, the toes of his boots pointing towards the ceiling. You sighed and walked over to him, canned food and bottle of nuka-cola in hand. He shifted to make room for you on the couch when he saw you round the corner.

“Here’s what we have.” you handed him the can and the fork, plopping down next to him and using the wooden part of the couch’s arm to pop the bottle cap off of your soda. He used his knife to pry the lid off of the can, digging the fork into the mystery meat inside and taking a bite. He passed the can to you once he started chewing but you just shook your head. 

“Whaddaya mean ‘no’? You gotta eat sunshine.” his words were slurred from the food in his mouth but you still refused to take the can from his hands. His scarred forehead furrowed when you kept refusing. 

“Hancock it’s okay, really. I’m not that hungry anyway. You go ahead and eat.” you tried to dissuade him. But he wasn’t buying it, not when he knew you too well. 

“Is it another one of those days again? I’ve told you before sugar your body is perfect just the way it is. Nothin’s ever gonna change that in my mind. I’d rather ya eat and keep your strength up than-” 

“It’s nothing like that Hancock.” you stopped him before he went on another rant about how much he loved you just as you are. You couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your face though. “I’m okay, thank you though,” you told him. You could see relief flood across his face. 

“So then what’s wrong?” he asked again. 

“We don’t have enough supplies to be feeding two people. So I had to make a choice and fortunately for you, you fall higher up on the list of my priorities than myself. Go ahead and eat, I’ll be okay for one night.” you explained the situation to him but it looked like he had stopped listening halfway through because as soon as you finished your sentence he had a forkful of the canned meat right by your lips. 

“I just said we-” 

“ ‘Don’t have enough food for two people.’ Yeah, I heard ya. Tough shit, I ain’t gonna let you go hungry, even if it is for just one night. So open up.” he twirled the fork in small circles to emphasize his words. You opened your mouth to rebuttal him again but he used that opportunity to get the fork into your mouth. You scowled but obediently began chewing. He smiled, satisfied with his task accomplished. “You won’t go to bed hungry, not while I’m around and can do somethin’ about it.” he stabbed the meat again, helping himself to another forkful. You were caught speechless, even when you were done chewing, you had run out of words. You had been prepared to go to bed with an empty stomach in order to keep him happy and healthy, but at the same time, he was willing to do the same for you. 

The two of you spend the rest of the night splitting the contents of the can, and at some point, you shared the nuka-cola you had found with him too. Neither of your tummies were full, but your hearts were with a new realization of just how much you cared about one another. The couch wasn’t big enough for the two of you to lay side by side, but Hancock didn’t seem to mind because as soon as the two of you had finished eating he scooped you up on top of him, lacing his arms around you to hold you close. You spent the rest of the night curled up against him, listening to his heartbeat beneath you as the two of you fell asleep. Maybe you'd be able to find more supplies tomorrow, or maybe you wouldn’t. Either way, Hancock was determined to take care of you in any way he could.