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Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.
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Its still gender roles even if you replace "man/woman" with "transmasc/transfem" or "butch/femme" btw
I feel like people say they celebrate gender nonconformity but are still obsessed with putting people into a box
Obviously nothing wrong with identifying with any of those titles but so many times lately I'll see a post that's just some heteronormative shit put through the ~queer filter~
A Valencock fanfic I'm gonna upload to AO3 soon but I think I'll just post it here plain first.
I imagine this taking place sometime after chapter 2 of my co-op fanfic, I can only fathom Valencock as slowburn so this fic would be the very start of anything romantic
Heavily leans into transmasc Hancock
Nick followed Hancock down the stairs to the Third Rail, which he explained he rented completely out for the night, not even the bartender would be here tonight.
“So we’re pouring our own drinks, eh? We coulda done this at your house.”
“That’s not the point, Nick, I wanted real privacy tonight.”
Hancock held the railing tightly when going down the stairs, it was clear he already got started on drinking.
“Tell me what this is all about, Hancock.”
Nick sounded almost annoyed.
“Shh, let us relax, get a few drinks in us first.”
Hancock shuffled over to the bar and poured the first thing he could grab into two glasses.
He waltzed around the bar and sat the drink on the table before plopping down on a chair.
Nick just stood on the other side of the bar before Hancock exasperatedly beckons him over.
“I’m just feelin’ a little… sentimental. Thinking about change and all’at.”
Nick sat across from him and rubbed his forehead.
“Are you now?”
“Yeah. Something’s been on my mind for a while now, nothing bad, don’t worry.”
Hancock smiled nervously and looked up at Nick.
“Sorry I had it mostly memorized, just give me a moment.”
Nick cocked his head with intrigue.
Hancock inhaled deeply before caressing his face with two hands, exhaling as his fingers fell off of his chin.
“Here goes.”
He adjusted his posture slightly before starting his speech.
“You were the type of man I wanted to be. The type of man I modeled myself after. A good, honest man that stood up for what he believed in even if it put himself in danger. When you met me I was nothing but a scared tomboy following around her big brother because she had nobody else to call home. When we started fighting and I learned what kind of man he really was, I knew that being family meant nothing, and that it never had. I didn’t mourn him for long. I changed my name for the first time and I put my energy into my own worth and my own beliefs, even though it terrified me. I was still a coward back then, Nick. Before I moved to Goodneighbor, before I became a ghoul. Even after that. I had all these ideas on what kind of man I wanted to be but it wasn’t enough on its own. I was still a scared little girl inside. When I found these clothes and changed my name for the second time that's when I really came into my own. But honestly? I don’t know if I woulda done it if I hadn’t met you, Nick. You were my first example of a self made man making the world work for him. I thank you for that.”
He cleared his throat and his head tilted towards the ground.
“I love you.”
Hancock suddenly became self conscious about how long he’d been talking, and for how emotional he got.
Valentine found himself amused by Hancock’s facial expressions as the both of them process the monologue he just gave.
“Well. First off. I love you too.”
His tone was almost parental.
“I don't think you know what I meant when I said that.”
It's impossible to tell where Hancock is looking due to his dark eyes, but Nick can tell he's avoiding contact.
Nick chuckles nervously. “I always feel conflicted when people view me as a role model. On one hand-” He lays out his metal hand on his left leg. “- The wasteland is a hellscape and there's not enough good men to go around. Inspiring anybody for kindness is a win in its own right. And on the other-” His silicone hand rests on his right knee. “- I'm deeply flawed, just like most people, it's a lot of pressure to put on someone by saying you idolize them.”
Valentine stretches and sits up before deciding to scooch the chair closer to Hancock, who was holding his head in his hands.
“I can't think of anyone that I am more proud to have inspired than you. I genuinely mean that. I know I can be hard on you, that we have disagreements and I know we've argued about them countless times but if I really thought you had inferior moral character I wouldn't keep coming around, John. You are a good person who's done amazing things and saved lives. Just like I have. And most people who've met me, well.. they've not done that. That's the difference between you and them. You had it inside you. We'll never know what your life would’ve looked like if you hadn't come to Diamond City, or if we never met, but… I think you'd wind up doing a lot of the same good regardless.”
Hancock goes dizzy looking at the floor, even though deep inside Nick’s approval meant more than he led on- that wasn’t what he wanted to hear right now.
“Sometimes I miss how things were back then. Before I left, when ghouls were still in Diamond City and I was helping you with your cases. Before you found good ol’ Ellie.”
“There was a big gap between that. Ellie would’ve been just a child when you left, huh?”
Hancock looks at the empty glass he’d been working on for the past 10 minutes. He glances over, Nick’s is still full.
“You know she’s got a thing for you, Nick. You’re not that oblivious.”
“I know- she’s…”
Nick sighed and tensed up.
“I’ve already lost plenty of friends by simply having a longer lifespan. Me and Ellie have had talks about her feelings, I watched her bawl her eyes out and… Damn did I feel guilty.”
“I was a human back then too, Nick. What did that mean? You didn’t know that I’d become a ghoul, that I'd eventually live forever.”
“John. You know you were the last. That’s why I broke it off in the first place, because I felt myself getting too attached and I didnt want to go through that trauma again. I… was also a different man back then. I was still conflicted by being the echo of a long dead human just pretending to be a person. That’s why we clung to each other, wasn’t it?”
Hancock looks up, black eyes glassy with tears.
“We’ve both been through a lot of… developments lately. Had a lot of phases.”
His lips flicker back and forth between a smirk and a pursed frown.
“I just want to know what our roles are in each other's lives now that we’ve both changed so much”
He chokes out hesitantly.
Nick wasn’t expecting these topics or emotions to be brought up, he takes awhile to respond.
“I-”
Hancock interrupts before Nick can speak.
“-I find myself always coming back to you. In my mind, y’know? I’ve been able to explore myself a lot and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, but… I keep wondering if you’d ever look at me the way you did back then now that I’m an old, deep fried man.” Hancock chuckles weakly.
Nick grabs John’s left hand with his right.
“You’re not old. Not compared to me, at least.”
An uncomfortable pause as Nick tries to find his words, Hancock gently strokes Nick’s hand with his thumb.
“I’ve always been a flirty old soul, different to how you do it but it's in my nature.”
Nick smirks, worried that his remark came across condescending.
“But I never let it go farther than that, I haven't, since, anyway. I, uh, sort of forgot what those emotions felt like after a while. Anything I felt for anyone else just felt like something I could never have, I couldn't go through another Jenny Lands. I could barely handle my friends dying around me but I wouldn’t dare take on a lover. And before I met you I didn't think synth Nick was capable of having them in the first place.”
Nick inhales and appears to clear his throat. He looks in near physical pain over the awkwardness of this conversation.
“I understand that’s not an issue with you, anymore, but…”
“You can just say no, Valentine.”
The irony of his name escapes Hancocks lips in a defeated tone.
“I’m not telling you no. I’m saying I’m very rusty. Pun somewhat intended. And for the record; your appearance has no part of my hesitation, Hancock. Do you think a mug like mine has room to be picky?”
Hancock cracks a wicked smirk and starts giggling, Nick shortly follows.
Valentine looks down at Hancock caressing his plastic hand, he places his metal left hand on top of Hancocks flesh one.
“I just uh, would need to go very, very slow. I know you’re not a patient man and all, but-”
“- I can- I can do that. I honestly wasn’t expecting much tonight. I just don’t like admitting how much your opinion of me matters. That’s why it hurts so much when you judge me, Nicky.”
They both knew he only admits to weakness when drunk.
Nick winces. “I’m sorry.”
Hancock lets out a hefty sigh and retracts his hand, he stretches his spine and arms out before collapsing back into his chair.
He has a weak satisfied look on his face.
“Those shots kicked in pretty hard. I think I'm too tired to talk about more sappy bullshit tonight.”
“I’m not in a rush to get back to Diamond City.”
Hancock looks up at Nick, trying not to look eager.
“No?”
Valentine sits up and walks around the bar, pouring himself another shot.
“I’d rather travel in the daylight anyway.”
Hancock turns his head around as much as he can before climbing over his chair backwards.
“You’ve only ever stayed the night if there’s a particularly rough case around here.”
“Yeah, well.”
Nick smiles and leans over the bar, face just a foot away from Hancock’s.
“It wouldn’t kill me to just enjoy my time here for once.”
A Valencock fanfic I'm gonna upload to AO3 soon but I think I'll just post it here plain first.
I imagine this taking place sometime after chapter 2 of my co-op fanfic, I can only fathom Valencock as slowburn so this fic would be the very start of anything romantic
Heavily leans into transmasc Hancock
Nick followed Hancock down the stairs to the Third Rail, which he explained he rented completely out for the night, not even the bartender would be here tonight.
“So we’re pouring our own drinks, eh? We coulda done this at your house.”
“That’s not the point, Nick, I wanted real privacy tonight.”
Hancock held the railing tightly when going down the stairs, it was clear he already got started on drinking.
“Tell me what this is all about, Hancock.”
Nick sounded almost annoyed.
“Shh, let us relax, get a few drinks in us first.”
Hancock shuffled over to the bar and poured the first thing he could grab into two glasses.
He waltzed around the bar and sat the drink on the table before plopping down on a chair.
Nick just stood on the other side of the bar before Hancock exasperatedly beckons him over.
“I’m just feelin’ a little… sentimental. Thinking about change and all’at.”
Nick sat across from him and rubbed his forehead.
“Are you now?”
“Yeah. Something’s been on my mind for a while now, nothing bad, don’t worry.”
Hancock smiled nervously and looked up at Nick.
“Sorry I had it mostly memorized, just give me a moment.”
Nick cocked his head with intrigue.
Hancock inhaled deeply before caressing his face with two hands, exhaling as his fingers fell off of his chin.
“Here goes.”
He adjusted his posture slightly before starting his speech.
“You were the type of man I wanted to be. The type of man I modeled myself after. A good, honest man that stood up for what he believed in even if it put himself in danger. When you met me I was nothing but a scared tomboy following around her big brother because she had nobody else to call home. When we started fighting and I learned what kind of man he really was, I knew that being family meant nothing, and that it never had. I didn’t mourn him for long. I changed my name for the first time and I put my energy into my own worth and my own beliefs, even though it terrified me. I was still a coward back then, Nick. Before I moved to Goodneighbor, before I became a ghoul. Even after that. I had all these ideas on what kind of man I wanted to be but it wasn’t enough on its own. I was still a scared little girl inside. When I found these clothes and changed my name for the second time that's when I really came into my own. But honestly? I don’t know if I woulda done it if I hadn’t met you, Nick. You were my first example of a self made man making the world work for him. I thank you for that.”
He cleared his throat and his head tilted towards the ground.
“I love you.”
Hancock suddenly became self conscious about how long he’d been talking, and for how emotional he got.
Valentine found himself amused by Hancock’s facial expressions as the both of them process the monologue he just gave.
“Well. First off. I love you too.”
His tone was almost parental.
“I don't think you know what I meant when I said that.”
It's impossible to tell where Hancock is looking due to his dark eyes, but Nick can tell he's avoiding contact.
Nick chuckles nervously. “I always feel conflicted when people view me as a role model. On one hand-” He lays out his metal hand on his left leg. “- The wasteland is a hellscape and there's not enough good men to go around. Inspiring anybody for kindness is a win in its own right. And on the other-” His silicone hand rests on his right knee. “- I'm deeply flawed, just like most people, it's a lot of pressure to put on someone by saying you idolize them.”
Valentine stretches and sits up before deciding to scooch the chair closer to Hancock, who was holding his head in his hands.
“I can't think of anyone that I am more proud to have inspired than you. I genuinely mean that. I know I can be hard on you, that we have disagreements and I know we've argued about them countless times but if I really thought you had inferior moral character I wouldn't keep coming around, John. You are a good person who's done amazing things and saved lives. Just like I have. And most people who've met me, well.. they've not done that. That's the difference between you and them. You had it inside you. We'll never know what your life would’ve looked like if you hadn't come to Diamond City, or if we never met, but… I think you'd wind up doing a lot of the same good regardless.”
Hancock goes dizzy looking at the floor, even though deep inside Nick’s approval meant more than he led on- that wasn’t what he wanted to hear right now.
“Sometimes I miss how things were back then. Before I left, when ghouls were still in Diamond City and I was helping you with your cases. Before you found good ol’ Ellie.”
“There was a big gap between that. Ellie would’ve been just a child when you left, huh?”
Hancock looks at the empty glass he’d been working on for the past 10 minutes. He glances over, Nick’s is still full.
“You know she’s got a thing for you, Nick. You’re not that oblivious.”
“I know- she’s…”
Nick sighed and tensed up.
“I’ve already lost plenty of friends by simply having a longer lifespan. Me and Ellie have had talks about her feelings, I watched her bawl her eyes out and… Damn did I feel guilty.”
“I was a human back then too, Nick. What did that mean? You didn’t know that I’d become a ghoul, that I'd eventually live forever.”
“John. You know you were the last. That’s why I broke it off in the first place, because I felt myself getting too attached and I didnt want to go through that trauma again. I… was also a different man back then. I was still conflicted by being the echo of a long dead human just pretending to be a person. That’s why we clung to each other, wasn’t it?”
Hancock looks up, black eyes glassy with tears.
“We’ve both been through a lot of… developments lately. Had a lot of phases.”
His lips flicker back and forth between a smirk and a pursed frown.
“I just want to know what our roles are in each other's lives now that we’ve both changed so much”
He chokes out hesitantly.
Nick wasn’t expecting these topics or emotions to be brought up, he takes awhile to respond.
“I-”
Hancock interrupts before Nick can speak.
“-I find myself always coming back to you. In my mind, y’know? I’ve been able to explore myself a lot and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, but… I keep wondering if you’d ever look at me the way you did back then now that I’m an old, deep fried man.” Hancock chuckles weakly.
Nick grabs John’s left hand with his right.
“You’re not old. Not compared to me, at least.”
An uncomfortable pause as Nick tries to find his words, Hancock gently strokes Nick’s hand with his thumb.
“I’ve always been a flirty old soul, different to how you do it but it's in my nature.”
Nick smirks, worried that his remark came across condescending.
“But I never let it go farther than that, I haven't, since, anyway. I, uh, sort of forgot what those emotions felt like after a while. Anything I felt for anyone else just felt like something I could never have, I couldn't go through another Jenny Lands. I could barely handle my friends dying around me but I wouldn’t dare take on a lover. And before I met you I didn't think synth Nick was capable of having them in the first place.”
Nick inhales and appears to clear his throat. He looks in near physical pain over the awkwardness of this conversation.
“I understand that’s not an issue with you, anymore, but…”
“You can just say no, Valentine.”
The irony of his name escapes Hancocks lips in a defeated tone.
“I’m not telling you no. I’m saying I’m very rusty. Pun somewhat intended. And for the record; your appearance has no part of my hesitation, Hancock. Do you think a mug like mine has room to be picky?”
Hancock cracks a wicked smirk and starts giggling, Nick shortly follows.
Valentine looks down at Hancock caressing his plastic hand, he places his metal left hand on top of Hancocks flesh one.
“I just uh, would need to go very, very slow. I know you’re not a patient man and all, but-”
“- I can- I can do that. I honestly wasn’t expecting much tonight. I just don’t like admitting how much your opinion of me matters. That’s why it hurts so much when you judge me, Nicky.”
They both knew he only admits to weakness when drunk.
Nick winces. “I’m sorry.”
Hancock lets out a hefty sigh and retracts his hand, he stretches his spine and arms out before collapsing back into his chair.
He has a weak satisfied look on his face.
“Those shots kicked in pretty hard. I think I'm too tired to talk about more sappy bullshit tonight.”
“I’m not in a rush to get back to Diamond City.”
Hancock looks up at Nick, trying not to look eager.
“No?”
Valentine sits up and walks around the bar, pouring himself another shot.
“I’d rather travel in the daylight anyway.”
Hancock turns his head around as much as he can before climbing over his chair backwards.
“You’ve only ever stayed the night if there’s a particularly rough case around here.”
“Yeah, well.”
Nick smiles and leans over the bar, face just a foot away from Hancock’s.
“It wouldn’t kill me to just enjoy my time here for once.”
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