#adcock

“What the fuck, Ad? What the fuck are you trying to tell me?”

Far Harbor seemed so long ago now, the Island and the people who lived among the Fog a distant memory. The heartache, the loss of the Mariner, was far more open of a wound. Returning home to the Commonwealth, to the State House, to Hancock? She spilled her broken heart on the floor only to be met with narrowed eyes and…disgust? Despair? Ad found the emotion hard to read on Hancock’s ruined face.

The double doors closed behind Fahrenheit. Adeline’s ears rang with the squeak of the hinges.

“Can we just…can we sit down, John?” She motioned to the center of the room, the sheer vastness between them. He didn’t move. Once seated herself, Adeline clutched her legs to her chest, hugged her knees tight.

“Let me get this straight. You left with Valentine to find a runaway, took off to the ass-end of the world, and stayed there for months after that girl was home because you fell in love with someone else? And then, Sweet Adeline,” her beloved nickname fell from his lips and a shiver ran down her spine, “you only come back here after she dies. I find out that Valentine and Deacon both knew from day fucking one!” A ceramic vase (willow, a pattern she’d loved since she was a girl), shattered against the wall just past her head. A framed picture on that same wall crashed to the floor, glass skittering under the furniture. “Am I missing anything? Any more good news?”

If Adeline’s mouth hadn’t gone dry from his first syllable, she would have responded. Instead, she simply shook her head. Her voice cracked. For the first time since waking up in the Vault, she was afraid. “That’s it.”

The ghoul mayor of Goodneighbor didn’t look at her. It rang heavy in her ears, his silence, stillness. This Hancock was far more terrifying than any outburst could make him; he stewed in his rage, let it simmer, and even from clear across the room it was palpable.

“Say something?”

Nothing.

“John, please? I don’t…I don’t want this.”

“I want you out. Get your shit outta the State House and clear out of Goodneighbor. Before I do something I’m gonna regret, Adeline.”

The pit of Adeline’s stomach dropped to the soles of her feet. The fragments of her life cut deep.

“Get. Out.”

Quietly, the Mariner mumbled in her sleep, shifted closer to her. Adeline makes the decision then and there, at two in the morning with the Mariner snoring against her bicep. Upon her arrival to the Commonwealth, she won’t breathe a word of this to Hancock.

yes!!! it’s like that story of the guy who had this depressing black and white aesthetic blog and then he got into a relationship and started posting in color

ofc some of his followers are like “wow you seemed like such a tough guy and now you’re suddenly gay??” and Sam replies like “turn on yoUR LOCATION??!!! SQUARE UP YA COWARD”. he’s irrationally disappointed when some of these people turn out to be bostonians. like, he cannot Believe he has to share His Beloved City with actual homophobes

I KNOOOOOOOW