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i did a drawing really similar to this last November, but i had a second sketch from that one laying around that i really liked. i thought it would be a nice piece to get me back in the swing of things
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in January 2018, I spent a couple of days in the town of Hutchinson, Kansas for work. I rolled into town and stopped at what appeared, from the outside, to be a normal motel just off the highway.
Thank you to @mostwantedpotato404 for this perfect art of Al and Cooper Howard. 🥰
I’ll do some yapping here under the cut and once again spout off my headcanon that Cooper looks more “crunchy”/deteriorated years down the line, more like his original concept art. 😝
You sat in a dimly lit bar in the middle of what felt like no where. You took a sip of the drink you held close to your face, elbows resting on the table beneath you.
Your cybernetic arm softly glowed as you then reached for the cigarette slowly burning in the ash tray. No one dared to stare too long you as your mere presence made them feel uneasy and they did not want to be caught looking at you and find your eyes staring right back at them.
‘There’s my lucky charm’ you hear a raspy voice behind you, ‘it’s been a while, sweetheart’ he continues. By his scent you knew who it was.
He comes up behind you, examining the new replacements on your body. Very softly he caressed the side of you, coming close to your ear and whispering, ‘you didn’t have to hide from me, I like the upgrades’ he gives a chuckle. You return it and slightly turn to him, ‘I would never hide from you’ you respond back.
He finally sat next to you, his eyes looked more at your arm, or what was now your new arm. He looked back up at you, ‘long story I suppose?’ he asks already knowing the answer. You let out a fast exhale from your nose and smirk, ‘I would say so’ you say.
After Hancock hollers the bar man for some extra drinks, he takes a hit from your cigarette, and scoots his chair closer to you. ‘You’re far from home, Mr Mayor’ you say. He nods, ‘can you blame me? Didn’t hear nothin’ from you, not even a whisper from my own informants, got worried, what can I say?’ he takes another long drag from the cigarette.
‘Didn’t know you kept tabs on me’ you say playfully as you take a sip of the fresh drink Hancock got for you. ‘Not tabs sweetheart, just gotta make sure you’re ok’ you look at him as he smirks. You rest your head on his shoulder, ‘after all these years, you’re still my favourite ghoul’ you grin, he lets out a low raspy laugh.
‘Don’t remind me about him’ he takes another sip of his drink, ‘surprised you don’t have your lapdog with you’ he says with a bit of venom in his tone, ‘have I told you that jealously looks really hot on you?’ you say innocently.
‘I can tell you another thing that would look real hot on me too’ he hands you the cigarette, ‘even with all these parts?’ you ask, ‘especially’ is all he replied.
You roll your eyes and look back up at him, ‘you wanna get out of here?’ you give a sly smile, he returns it, ‘lead the way sweetheart’.
You take him out of the small town you were in, it was surrounded by abandoned buildings, one of which you have taken refuge in for the past couple of days trying to find more parts the doctor might find useful.
You lead him up what used to be a supplies building back before the bombs dropped. You then take him up some flights of stairs, leading metal boxed room with the door saying ‘manager’. You used the keys you had found to open it. Once in, Hancock saw your makeshift bed and the table that had pieces of what looks like old electrical parts.
You turned on the lamp and it dimly lit the room, you then go over to the radio and turned it on real low. The frequency you put on played soft old tunes.
Hancock watched you. He was impressed that you were still alive. He wondered what had happened.
But most of all, he was glad you were still alive. He knew you were much older than him and he honestly thought at times you were invincible. He thought to himself that you technically were, no one would have survived whatever you went through and actually come out of it stronger.
Your energy had changed, he sensed that. As you rummaged through your bag, you bring out a plethora of goodies to share. You sat on the bed, Hancock came and joined. He sat at the head of the bed, his back against it. You sat at the edge and leaned your back against the metal wall.
Thus began the ritual you and Hancock always shared; storytelling, booze, and drugs. Though it was similar to the time you spent with the Ghoul, the major difference was that the Ghoul opted for silence most of time, which you did not mind.
But with Hancock it was entirely different. He had a charm to him that was infectious to you. He brought something out of your cold self that no one in this Wasteland ever could do.
As Hancock examined you more as you spoke, he would catch glimmers of light coming from your eyes. Not figuratively either, he thought, ‘your eyes always had a sparkle to em’, but even more so now’ he says out loud.
You explained all the enhancements you got. You then told him who you got these parts from. Hancock was speechless, something he often didn’t find himself becoming. He always had something to say and always had to have the last say.
‘A version of your brother who is a synth? Geez Vi, even for you that’s intense’ he says. You nod slowly, looking off to the distance. ’What’s your next moves?’ he fills the silence. ‘Get my daughter back and kill them all’ you respond.
Hancock flashes his signature smirk, the one he does when he very much approves what you are planning to do. ‘Any way I can be of help? Since you don’t have your boyfriend with you now’ he pouts, you crawl up to him, the high now hitting your head.
Hancock positions himself so you both can lay together in the bed. He then pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He takes a deep breath in and then offers it to you, which you gladly take.
You both talk of all the possibilities of what the future will look like and how you will manage your final goal. Out of no where, he says ’I’d follow you to the depths of hell, you know’.
You snuggle into him harder and let out a small sigh, ‘I know’, you listen to his breathing, his heart steady and calm.
He admires you as you lay so close to him. He reflected on the day you found him, how you were an angel that saved him from deaths door. That was the day he fell in love with you.
No one had ever made him feel that way. His heart ached when you weren’t with him, yet he knew he could not make you stay, so he adored you from afar. You both have had lovers in-between the times you weren’t together. Hell, you were even cocky enough to bring one of them to his damn house.
But to him it did not matter. He was devoted to you. So when he did not hear any whispers about you, he began to panic.
He worried that the Enclave finally had gotten you. You were glad he had found you when he did. You felt like you were beginning to lose yourself. This snapped you back. He always appeared at the perfect time.
He could feel your exhaustion, so he started to tell a story he knew you would fall asleep to. He laid perfectly still as to not disturb you. Hancock didn’t want this night to end. He didn’t know how long he had with you before you moved on without him.
‘Out of everyone, you are the person I cannot afford lose’ you say almost mumbling, ‘Cooper and I are always toying with death… I need… I need you to be far away from me so that you don’t die’ you continue to say almost drifting to sleep.
Hancock scoffed, ‘do I have to remind you that you coming close to me that day saved me?’, you bury your face deeper into his chest, ‘I did that… so you can live…’ is all you can say.
‘You are my reason to live, sweetheart’.
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WEEEEE I hoped you all like this. Slower than usual AND shorter.
I have had many life achievements happen and im finally settled I can write again.
even tho it is shorter, I feel like it is more if that makes sense. Hancock being a devoted yearning mf makes me crumble so I HAD TO WRITE IT
MWAHHHHH hopefully I can get some more inspiration to write soon. I would love y'all to send me any prompts, writing really is a good outlet for meeee <333
also I have now watched the Pitt and now I am in love with another beautiful grey fox
I have nothing appropriate to say so I will stop it at that
I love the way you draw Hancock! It’s my favorite interpretation I’ve seen of him in art😭💕 for the drawing requests, maybe Hancock and your oc meeting for the first time?
I’ll definitely continue this with little comics, I been thinking about to post their first meet so…Thank you so much for your request!
why did me and my friends suddenly forget how to draw at the same fuggin time.. anyway, here's a nice drawing of MY FINE GHOUL MAYOR😏😏😏😏😏THE OG 'SEXY KING OF THE ZOMBIES KINDA LOOK'😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏DUDE WHAT😏😏😏
I've been insanely obsessed with Hancock/fallout in general so of course you know I had to draw my GOAT ‼️ I'm feeling way more confident in my art journey so I should be picking up on more frequent and better content soon! :D
