#whitechapel charlie

[jcwdrawskinda]

2 options here--either the sole survivor asked for a group pic with his modded pip boy, or Piper is writing a piece about the people of Goodneighbor.

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

I am still trying to work out how Codsworth would react to Whitechapel Charlie.

I love both bots and this takes some doing.

Ideas are appreciated.

[ninjakittycomics]

Nick and Hancock headcannon

In this unusual turn of events, Nick is Watson to Hancock's Holmes.

"That utter jerk! How dare he play with chemicals so dangerous. He could have fried! He has no idea how precious he is, to this town and to me!"

Back when Nick first moved into Diamond city, he had nowhere to go. Perhaps it was a lark to piss off his brother, or it was Hancock's huge heart, but he took Nicky in and got him set up in town.

Hancock's not anti synth if they're on the level. It's the sneaking and the body snatching that he disproves of.

Fast forward a couple of years and Hancock's scheming no good brother gets to be mayor. Cram for brains ran on a "ghouls bad" ticket, and sadly... He won because of 3 votes.

Well, Hancock decided to teach him a lesson and took a chem that was guaranteed to either ghoulify you or make you the crispiest bacon this side of the Commonwealth. Wildest ride he ever took, he said.

Worst nights of Nick's synthetic life.

Nick sat vigil since he doesn't need sleep. It was really touch and go. Especially with sped up ghoulification. They had no idea if it would slow down, halt... anything.

Nick kept saying to Hancock's unconscious form, "If you survive this, I'm making you detox for a whole damn year."

About a week or two later, Hancock came out of it. Stable, a bit rough.. but feeling stronger. And a little embarrassed/honored that his Nicky was there.

His stunt did not have the desired effect though. About a week after Hancock came to, that mayor wearing his brother's face, kicked every last ghoul out. Including him.

This time, Nicky was going to help with the setting up and resettling.

He had scouted on one of his investigations, an old semi fortified ruins near the highway. Very few ways to get in, because of the way the ruins intersected.

He had chased the suspect near there, but then the darn fool ran up the road and into the super mutant nest...

Fortunately, they dont seem to bother ghouls for some unknown reason. So this location would be perfect for the citizens of Diamond city who were being run off.

Hancock made sure there was a rudimentary ballot system, so people still had a say in their leadership. While that was getting underway, he and Nick scouted for some mercs and a security system that would work while they established.

Spotted a broken legged assaultron who had named herself Kleo, and who was, well, chatty, when they met. Which is a first considering all the other bots out there.

They fixed her up, while she went on and on about wanting to be a shopkeeper. So they set her up with her shop(first stocked with loot from the idiots who opposed them on the way back to town) right in that new front gate.

While all that was going on, Nicky's boy Hancock got himself elected.

He was so damn proud.

Hancock took some time to think about what he wanted to say. He was sure he'd never be his brother.

This town was always going to welcome the people. Of the people, for the people.

Nick now makes it an important stop, every time he's on any kind of search in the area. The town is thriving, the music is great... And yeah, he won't complain too hard about some of the questionable characters, because that means he's always got an excuse to come check on him.

As for Hancock, after seeing Nicky come as close to crying as he possibly could, he swore to Nick he'd never take anything experimental again. Stick to the old trusty mind expanders.

Nick grumbled at this, because he doesn't want Hancock to destroy his beautiful mind, but relented in the end. At least he was mostly safe.

Side side side note. They're unofficially married. I mean, Magnolia officiated, and Whitechapel Charlie witnessed, but they keep it on the dl, to keep would be targeters at bay. (commonwealth has it's complications afterall)

[danses-with-dogmeat]

W is for -- Whitechapel Charlie

Wowie, okay, it was really fun to write for him, and the prompts that I got ended up being quite interesting? Idk, I had fun with it for sure. That being said though, please take a look at the warnings below!

I hope you like it!

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

TW: alcohol, alcoholism, addiction, interventions, recovery.

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Pair: Whitechapel Charlie & g/n! Sole

Dialogue: “Can we at least talk about this?”

Word: Worry

Rating: SFW

Category: Angst but kinda hurt/comfort, whoops 😅

Word Count: 1k

“What’re you doin’ ‘ere, Sole?” 

He asked it with a familiar sort of humor. As though it were an unexpected circumstance and not the daily routine Whitechapel Charlie had come to know.

They look worse for wear tonight though, don’t they? Poor sod, if only they knew what was comin’...

“Watcha think?” Sole chuckled from their stool in the dark corner of the crowded bar, interrupting the bartender’s thoughts. “Same as always, Charlie.” 

“So, I gather I know what comes next, then?” He reached for an empty high-ball glass before they had a chance to even answer him. 

“Oh, the usual. But… a double this time, if you will. Need to play catchup.” 

That almost caused him to pause in his mixing. That disheveled look? They were already in deep tonight, and the moon’s barely even been out yet. 

“Catchup? Wit who? You even got Hancock beat wif your drinkin’ ‘abits.” 

“That ain’t that hard.” They swiveled in their stool a bit as they giggled, even their laughter was slurred a tinge. “Chems are more his deal. We both know that.” 

“Aye, that’s true. Still though, all the troubled folks in Goodneighbor, an’ you’ve got ‘em all beat. That’s sayin’ quite a bit, friend.” 

He held their expertly completed drink in one claw-like hand, hovering the full glass just above the bar. Sole eyed it expectantly, but Charlie wouldn’t budge. 

“‘Ow many you already ‘ad at the Rexford?” His voice was low as he questioned them, serious… disappointed, even. 

Sole’s jaw clenched tightly. 

“A couple beers with Fred, ’s all.” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

When Charlie made no move to hand them the drink, Sole reached out for it, but he withdrew his arm just as quickly. 

“You can ‘ave this,” He started as he backed away from them, “If you come wif me.” 

Sole’s eyes narrowed at his request– nay, demand. 

I could leave. They considered, their eyes showing their thoughts almost as clearly as if they’d been shouting them to Charlie straightaway through the din of the bar. 

I could walk right out, find another bar. Go clear to Diamond City, if I have to. Or further than that, even. What could he do about that? Stop me?

“Where?” They asked, still clearly weighing their options. 

“Look,” Charlie buzzed around the counter of the bar so he could be face-to-face with his friend with nothing between them. “You an’ I both know your situation. You got yourself kicked ou’ of the Rexford, like you do most every night you an’ Fred mingle. The brothers in DC over at the Dugout know not to give you even a whiff of their stuff, an’ Preston’s got bartenders at every settlement who all knows the deal here. This is it. You want this drink? You follow me to the room over there. It’s simple, really. Much simpler than mapping out every wretched watering hole in the Commonwealth in that foggy ‘ead of yours, an' then trudging clear over there with already a gimp in your step.” 

Sole could feel their heartbeat in their ears, a pounding in their head that flashed painfully bright colors over their vision.

He’s right. I’ve got no options left… If I’d’ve been more careful, more discreet, maybe…

With flared nostrils and a deep sigh, they fell in step behind the bartender as he set off at a slow but determined pace.

They didn’t go far, just across the room to the VIP section. The vivid light cast a menacing scarlet gleam across the floor, and smoke swirled abundantly from within. Sole didn’t need to peek into the room to know at least one of the people who was inside. 

“Hey, Charlie,” They stopped dead in their tracks, holding their hands up in a defensive position automatically as the robot tilted one of his eyes back to face them. “Hey, can we at least talk about this? Y’know, before I go in there?”

“Ain’t much to talk about jus’ you an’ me. Gotta hear it from them, lamb. Not much more I can say, I know that.” 

Sole’s heart only beat faster at the realization of their situation. The inescapability of it. 

“Maybe not,” They tried, with a slight tremor in their voice, “But, could let me have some of that drink now. Please. You know, for the nerves.” 

The robot sighed, a long, deep, artificial breath; and suddenly, the service bot looked almost as tired as he sounded, all droopy limbs, eye sensors held at half-mast, and his hat tilting to one side.

“I’m many things to many different people, it’s true, but… I’m a bot of my word. Here's that drink, love. But I’ll tell ya straight out, it’s not a double.” 

“‘S alright. I have a feeling I’m gonna need to remember these next couple hours. No matter how much I won’t want to. Just need something to help with nerves of it all.”

“That’s understandable.” He nodded his large, metal cranium as Sole took the glass from his hand. “But Sole… Jus’ remember, those people in there, they’re your friends. They want the best for you. Like I do.” 

They nodded mutely, and downed their beverage in one swig, thankfully still out of sight of all the, surely, familiar faces in the next room over. 

“Not a word about that drink I gave ya, alright?” 

“Oh, definitely not.” A dry chuckle escaped them as Charlie took back the, potentially incriminating, empty glass. 

With a painful gulp down their dry throat, and one last acknowledging nod to Charlie, Sole turned around to face their fate. 

“Sole.” They heard behind them, and stopped in their tracks. “It’ll be okay, yeah? It’ll be alright.” 

“Yeah… I guess we’ll find out.” 

With one last weak, tilted smile, Sole’s form was swallowed by the rising smoke and hidden from Charlie’s view. He knew what Hancock and Preston had planned was for the best, but still, he couldn’t stop the grip of his claw-like fingers from tightening over the empty glass, almost to the point of breaking the damn thing. 

They’ll be alright. Charlie reminded himself, and slowly started back towards the counter.

[soleiltac]

catification for Charlie! :b That one big grumpy cat.

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Honestly, I feel inspired, so I might draw more of these. Feel free to send asks/requests/whatever, I enjoy chatting.

[harveywritings92]

Maccready: Don’t you remember Whitechapel Charlie yelling at you while you were trying to pee?

Cait: No. Why was the Charlie in the bathroom?

Maccready: He wasn’t. Neither were you.

[piraticaltwit]

d.i chandler + the hunt for driscoll / 3.02 ↳ he's somewhere in this house. in the walls, under the floorboards...watching us. get him.

[liberty-spiked]

i need paper for my printer so i can make a big hot video game dudes collage.

[jcwdrawskinda]

(work in progress)

I asked some people on reddit for a character they think needs more love in the Fallout fandom, so here are some suggestions from Goodneighbor! (With added Hancock)

(And if y'all have any suggestions, hit me up!!)

[blackmoonowl]

ok but what is something han(d)cock, nick valentine, danse and macCready would only do for you and not for anyone else

Only for you

Things they do for you/let you do and absolutely nobody else.

John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Robert MacCready

John Hancock:

He is far more committed to you than anyone before. Before he met you he wasn't too interested in exclusive relationships, simply sleeping around, but now he doesn't care too much about anyone else that way.

You have the biggest scary dog privilege. People are terrified of Hancock and he uses that reputation to make sure nobody gets too comfortable disrespecting you.

You can thieve his coat, his hat and all that. Just don't damage it. If anything he likes it when you wear his stuff, makes him feel a bit more possessive.

He makes sure people of Goodneighbor like you a lot. Those who don't like you, have probably been threatened into not trying anything to harm you. That, or they mysteriously just go missing. Whitechapel Charlie also gives you free drinks now.

If you're running around Goodneighbor he might ask the Neighborhood watch to keep an eye on you. He doesn't tell you this, but he does it just to be sure. Last thing he wants is to lose you to some jackass who thinks they have the right.

Might begrudgingly cut back on chems and booze a bit if that's what you want. He won't give it up, but he's willing to take a bit less for you.

Nick Valentine:

Lets you run your fingers over the spots where his 'skin' is missing. He doesn't mind you touching him there, as long as you're careful about it.

You get to hear about all his cases. He often rants to you as he tries to put a case he's stuck on together. You're his shoulder to lean on and he appreciates you hearing him out.

Often buys you things from Diamond city's markets. Not uncommon for him to come home with things he thinks you'll like. He carefully studies your habits, the way your eyes lit up when you saw a specific item the Surplus had. Nick told you he had to stay behind a bit and when he came back, he had that exact item held behind has back as he greeted you.

Talks about you quite often with the Diamond city residents. You quickly found out the people within the settlements were a lot nicer to you, even if they questioned why any sane person would be with a synth.

Like a mom, he has a knack for finding random items you lose. You tell him you've been looking for your pistol for literal days and he just pulls it out from under your bed as if it's nothing.

Writes down important dates, anniversaries and whatever else is important to you so he doesn't forget. Part of his wall is just full with random notes about things he doesn't wanna forget about your relationship.

Paladin Danse:

Smiles a whole lot more for you. He cracks smiles more often when you're around, and he seems to get a bit more comfortable with his newfound emotions.

talks to you about how he's doing. His fears, insecurities, how he struggles with his new identity as a synth. He trusts you to reassure him, to make him feel like he's someone after he lost it all.

You're the only person he trusts with his power armor, along with his weapons. You could utilize any of it and he wouldn't really bat an eye anymore, even if he's hesitant at first.

Would actually tolerate synths and ghouls for your sake. He still dislikes them, but he'd be a bit more polite if you were fond of them. He would also feel kind of bad if you scolded him about his prejudice.

He kind of acts like a body guard when it comes to you. He has no issue putting his life on the line to protect yours. Also, he secretly believes your life is worth more than him, as he's just a synth, though he won't say it willingly.

Has actually done some repairs to your weapons and any power armor you have. Last thing he wants is for you to meet your end because you got sloppy with your equipment.

Robert Joseph MacCready:

Absolute biggest defender when it comes to you. You punched someone square in the face? They probably had it coming anyway. Maybe they shouldn't have pissed you off.

Would take a bullet for you, quite literally. He lost Lucy, he would rather die protecting you than be the one burying you. For all his talk of surviving, he's determined to die before you do.

You're the only person he gives things to. He is used to hogging things for himself out of self preservation, but you'd get his left kidney if you asked.

Overall you can get away with a lot more. MacCready isn't exactly the most morally upright person, and he doesn't like when you're nice or generous, but you, you get a pass. He doesn't get as annoyed if you're too generous.

Such a sap around you too. If he's comfortable and you're alone, you get a very soft MacCready. He'll tell you whatever's on his mind as he's snuggled up at your side.

You are the only person he trusts with Duncan. He feels at ease leaving his son with you, like he doesn't have to worry about anything going wrong. He loves you spending time with the little guy.

[gogogodzilla]

day 19, 69ing

john hancock x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, drug use, sex while high, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, hancock calls reader sunshine kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

To Hancock, getting high was second nature. He was always popping one chem or another on your travels. You didn’t mind. Whatever he had to do to get through the day.

You ventured through the gritty streets of Goodneighbor, looking for your friend. You had a surprise for him, after all. The raucous sounds of the Third Rail on a Saturday night graced your ears, and you found yourself being pulled there. 

You nodded to the security guard and descended the steps. Smooth jazz and the low murmur of voices greeted you as you entered the bar. A grin fought itself onto your features as you spotted, through the cigarette smoke and lively conversations of the patrons, your favorite Mayor seated at the bar, talking to Whitechapel Charlie. 

You sidled up next to him, leaning on the bar, nodding to Charlie as you sat. “Room for one more?” 

“Look who decided to finally show up,” Hancock drawled, pushing his tricorn hat back to let his eyes rake over your form.

“The super mutants trying to kill me didn’t seem to care that I had a date tonight,” you retorted, chuckling a little at your joke. 

You and Hancock weren’t exactly together, but you couldn’t deny that you felt strongly toward him. The lingering glances and semi-sexual remarks while you were traveling were enough of an indication that Hancock liked you too. 

The usual grin on his face widened at your reply. He rubbed his chin, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Date, huh?” 

You leaned into his space, emboldened by his gaze on yours. “Yeah, although it’s a little crowded in here,” you titled your head, glancing around the room and its various patrons. 

“Why don’t you and me get outta here, sunshine?” Hancock suggested as he slid from his stool and offered you an arm. 

You stood and took his arm, “Thought you’d never ask, mayor.” 

You were giddy as you made the short walk to the Old State House. While on your adventures out in the Commonwealth, you’d found a bottle of Day Tripper. It was popular back in your day for those attempting to escape the troubles of their everyday life, and you didn’t think that Hancock had ever tried it before. 

Fahrenheit nodded to both of you as you entered the old building from her usual place at the bottom of the spiral staircase. Her gaze danced between the two of you for a moment before Hancock led you up the stairs. 

You sauntered toward one of the couches in the middle of the room, and Hancock shut the double doors to his room behind him. Your heart rate picked up at the telltale sound of the lock clicking. You took your seat and patted the cushion next to you. 

He sat next to you, eyes dancing across your features. “There’s another reason why I was late,” you mentioned as he reclined and threw an arm over the couch. 

He hummed, turning his head to look at you. You rifled through your bag before your hands wrapped around the blue-green bottle. You pulled it out and handed it to him. 

He took it from you and raised an eyebrow as he read the label. It was white and covered with flowers. From what you’d heard about the effects, you assumed that the label was supposed to reflect how you felt while you were on it. 

“Where’d you find this?” 

“West Roxbury Station, out by University Point. I wasn’t lying about the super mutants trying to kill me,” you laughed, giving him a half-shrug. 

His mouth curved into a smile, “You’re somethin’ else, sunshine.” 

You inched closer toward him, your heart fluttering in your chest. “I thought we could try it together,” you divulged, biting the inside of your cheek. 

His grin grew wider, “Didn’t take you for the partying type.” 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you replied, coyly. 

Hancock kept his eyes on yours as he undid the orange top of the bottle and shook out two small pills into one of his hands. 

He picked up one pill, “Open up, sunshine,” he ordered, smirking. 

Your breathing hitched before you opened your mouth for him, allowing your tongue to stick out over your bottom lip. Hancock held out the pill for you pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. You met his gaze as you leaned forward and you wrapped your lips around his fingers. His thumb escaped your lips to cradle your chin and his pointer finger stayed trapped within the wet confines of your mouth. 

You were a little surprised at the boldness of your actions, but the thought was quickly replaced by much more obscene ones as you swallowed around Hancock’s finger and a soft growl escaped him. 

He retracted his hand and popped the remaining pill into his mouth. He reclined against the red cushions of the couch, waiting for the effects to kick in. Slowly, the world around you began to transform. Color intensified and became more vivid, time seemed to slow, and the air around you hummed with energy. 

Hancock chuckled as you looked around the room, “Welcome to my world. Ain’t it a trip?” 

A laugh bubbled in your throat, and your eyes met for just a moment. Warmness spread throughout your body like the heat from the good whiskey Charlie served on special occasions. Hancock’s eyes were half-closed and the corners of his mouth were turned up in a lazy grin. 

You watched as he slowly sat up and tugged off his coat, also feeling the warmth that felt like it was humming under your skin. His shirt shone like a beacon in the light of the nearby lantern in your drug-induced vision. It was like your limbs were moving on their own as they reached out and stroked the fabric on his bicep. 

His breathing hitched in his throat as your fingers trailed up and over his shoulder to the bare skin of his neck. Something inside you ignited as soon as your fingertips dragged over the column of his throat, and it felt like your entire being was being drawn toward him. 

You crawled toward him, settling yourself on his lap as you cradled his face in your hands. He chuckled as he gripped your thighs, keeping you still. 

“I… need to touch you,” you murmured as you leaned forward and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. It wasn’t enough. 

You moved your face upward, eyebrows furrowed. “Need to taste you,” you practically begged as your lips ghosted against his. 

He leaned forward, and your lips collided. Your movements were clumsy, the drug making your muscles uncooperative. Your senses were heightened, and you could taste a hint of the liquor Hancock had earlier on his tongue. You groaned against his lips, which were rough and marred against your own. You wondered if other parts of him tasted this good. 

You pulled away and a small string of saliva connected the two of you. You moved to press sloppy kisses along the column of his throat, letting your tongue drag over the skin there. Hancock’s hands wandered over your body, squeezing and kneading wherever you could. He probably would’ve ripped your vault suit off of you if his limbs were working properly. 

“Wanna taste you, sunshine,” he rasped out as he grabbed your hips and ground them against his hardened length. You whined at the sensation as arousal coursed through your veins. 

“Lay back,” you ordered, shoving his shoulder lightly. Hancock followed your orders as you stood on shaky legs. You slowly peeled off your vault suit, thankful for the zipper, and Hancock palmed himself as he watched you through lidded eyes. 

You tugged your underwear down and kicked them to the side. You were practically drooling at the sight of Hancock before you. His shirt was open, exposing his scarred chest to you. He had unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock from its confines. He slowly stroked himself as you neared. 

In your drug-induced haze, an idea struck you. You straddled Hancock’s face so you could easily lean down and take his cock in your mouth. You could both taste each other that way. 

His hands moved to grip your thighs as you hovered over him. His breath fanned against your core and you shuddered, rocking your hips slightly. 

“All for me,” Hancock breathed against you, a hint of astonishment in his voice. 

You nodded as you reached down and began to slowly stroke him. “Only for you,” you slurred, tongue heavy in your mouth. You were already drunk on the feeling of him. 

Your grip around his cock tightened as he took you in his mouth. Your thighs squeezed around him as he devoured you, swiping his tongue through your folds before moving to circle your clit. 

He bucked his hips, reminding you that you had a job to do. You pumped your hand slowly before swiping your thumb over the tip of his cock, gathering the precum dripping from there. 

Hancock groaned against your core as you stroked him, sending vibrations through your body. You rutted your hips against his face, chasing your high. 

Hancock dipped his tongue into your entrance, and you leaned forward, moaning. You swirled your tongue around his red-hued tip, and your eyes practically rolled in the back of your head from the taste of him. 

Hancock’s grip tightened on your thighs as he brought you even closer. Moans escaped him as you slowly bobbed your head and clenched around nothing. 

You hollowed your cheeks around him, taking him even deeper than before. Your movements became sloppy as you neared the precipice. Hancock’s mouth wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced before, and coupled with the finger he slid inside you, your release was rapidly approaching. 

He quickly added another finger and pumped them inside you while he sucked on your clit. You moaned around his cock before relaxing your jaw to take all of him. 

Hancock’s tongue circled your clit once and then twice, and then you were coming undone above him. Pleasure wracked through your entire body in waves, and your thighs began to shake. Hancock continued his efforts, allowing you to ride out your high. 

He tensed under you before coming with a strangled groan. You pulled away and watched as white tendrils coated your hand. You continued to stroke him until pleasure veered into overstimulation and he tapped your thigh. 

You slowly slid off of him, both coming down from the high of your orgasm and the high from the drug. You giggled a little as you took his sash and cleaned him off. You didn’t expect your plan to work this well. 

“I’m glad we did that,” you whispered as you lay on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

Hancock chuckled, “I should party with you more often.”

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Choose a favorite character whose name starts with "W"!

(Or a character you just want to see me write for 😁)

If you have any questions on these characters, please feel free to ask!

And if you think of someone who's not listed here that you would like to see, feel free to add a name to the comments/reblogs!

[soleiltac]

– Someone will die.

– OF FUN!

[baddieladdie]

Romancing Hancock - Headcannon

If you romance Hancock in Fallout 4, the drifters in Goodneighbor would refer to you as 'Miss Mayor'

Goodneighbor Drifter: Sweet Pip-Boy, Miss Mayor. You hold onto that Goodneighbor Drifter: Hell of a load you're carrying, Miss Mayor. Better sell some to Daisy before someone swipes it Ham: Welcome back, Miss Mayor. See anything interesting while you were out? Ham: Hello, Miss Mayor. Enjoy your stay. Whitechapel Charlie: Information is a commodity. But for you, Miss Mayor? It's on the house. Good luck Whitechapel Charlie: Good on ya, Miss Mayor Whitechapel Charlie: Ah! Miss Mayor, always a pleasure, luv. Now, what'll it be?