Various Fandom One-Shots (Reader Insert) 2

John Hancock X Reader

"It's unlocked!" Hancock called out, taking one of the many red inhalers in hand as the door opened. "Well, ain't this a pleasant surprise. I have been wondering when you'll show." The man chuckled to himself once properly seated, dark eyes roaming over your form as you approached. You had the many qualities he liked in a woman but too bad he couldn't be around you more often.

"Sorry about that, I just got caught up." You confessed, noting there weren't any other chairs besides a short stool. "I had some questions and I thought," Hancock slightly cocked his head to the side, watching you cross the room to pick up a foot stool. "Well, I thought you could answer a few." The male straightened back up, forcing his eyes to look away from perfectly round cheeks and beautiful thighs as you stood to your height once more.

"For a lady like you? I don't mind one bit." Hancock said, nonchalantly tossing the inhaler back and forth within his hands. He has all the time for you... It also gave him another excuse not to do work related shit, it's so boring to read! Hancock actually missed the days of freedom and lazing about when he just simply wanted to relax. Setting the stool before the Mayor's desk, you looked short on the other side upon sitting down. The man before didn't mind though, your breast using the table top as a resting place.

A funny thought crossed the ghoul's brain, he wondered if you ever killed somebody with those things?

To be honest with himself; He wouldn't mind suffocating to death but he'll want to feel your heated caverns first before that happens.

Your fingers danced along the edge of his metal desk, you had no idea what to do with your hands at the moment. You usually have your arms resting on a table's surface but since you sat upon this stupid stool, it just felt awkward. You forgo with clasping your hands together and squishing them between your thighs like a little girl.

"I know you and your guards usually have eyes and ears everywhere here..." A nonexistent brow rose upon Hancock's face, curious to what you were getting at. "Um, well, has a man traveling with a boy crossed here?"

...Huh.

Hancock stopped fiddling with the small container to take a quick dose, he held the addictive in before releasing. Wispy smoke circled and curled around the man as he thought over your singular question, your [EYE COLOR] eyes shined with hope.

"Hmm... I can't say I have." The hopeful look left your face, this upsetting the ghoul.

Well, fuck! Now he felt like a dickhead!

The man in red leans forward, elbows resting upon the desk's surface as his fingers locked together, the Jet caught in-between his long fingers like a flytrap and its prey. The ghoul's posture straightened as he became serious, feet pressed flat against the floor and eyes narrowed. There is a time and place to be a jovial high guy but this feeling you were giving off felt distressing and serious, it made him sober up.

"And what are they to you?" Hancock shot his own question out faster than what his brain processed. You pressed forward, your large breast seeping out of the opened part of your blue jumpsuit. Catching the Mayor's eye briefly.

"It's- It's my son, Shaun." That caught Hancock's attention, brows shooting up in surprise. You're a mother?! No, what? How? That just blew his mind! You abruptly stood, hands slammed painfully upon the desk. "He's been taken an-and the detective from Diamond City tried his b-best an-" Your stuttering rambles had been interrupted by Hancock, he now stood with your warm hands within his larger cold ones.

"Easy now." The ghoul spoke in a soft tone, his thumbs rubbing against your dirty smooth flesh. "Sit back down, there's no need to stand. C' mere," The tears you've been holding back finally broke free, all the stress and anxiety couldn't be held any longer. You looked like a pathetic child rubbing and crying into your hands, Hancock glided you into his chair. "You stay right here and I'll get you something to drink." You didn't want the ghoul to leave but you didn't want him to stay either.

You've only been awake for a few weeks but slept for years, your husband murdered and you missed all the important stages of your son's life. He grew into a child while you were frozen, he probably had no idea who you were. You hated how every time you were so close to getting Shaun back, it would then be ripped from your grasp. Leaving you frustrated and upset!

"Hey." Came that hushed voice, somebody nudging your arm gently. Your [EYE COLOR] orbs locking onto a glass cup being set before you, the liquid brown and reflected the room light. "Drink up." You muttered a quiet 'Thank You', not sure if he heard you. Shaky hands held the cup to your lips, taking a gulp and swallowing most of the liquid. You coughed and gagged violently, the taste is bitter. Hancock chuckled, patting your back as if he were helping dislodge something from your lungs- Even though that wasn't the case.

"Blah!" You glared at the drink within your hands, as if it offended you in some way. "I'll never get over the taste of bourbon. Blah!" It's been a very long time since you drank anything like this, having swore the stuff off when you got together with your husband. Hancock causally leaned against the metal desk, smoothly drinking from his own. His arm folded across his chest as the other rested atop, hand holding the cup to wrinkled lips.

The ghoul found your reaction amusing, clearly you don't drink this brand often.

"Where's the big moron? Shouldn't he be helping looking for his kid too?" You were a little confused at first, it then clicked in your head what he had been applying. Staring into your own glass, gently swirling the liquid about.

"Danse? He's not the father." Taking another smaller and quicker sip- Hoping not to taste that disgusting flavor again. "Shaun is my only family now... I can't lose him either..."

"I'm sorry for your loss." The silence thick, even a knife couldn't cut through that. Resting a large hand upon your shoulder, thumb caressing the jumpsuit's rough material. "Don't look so down, babe." Your teary [EYE COLOR] orbs took in the ghoul's withered face, "I'll get some of the boys to keep an eye out for the kid." Even with his hopeful words, you still felt as if no one here could help but it's a nice gesture from Hancock.

Your own smooth hand overlapped the mayor's, fingers curling and squeezing around his flesh- Telling him in a silent way; 'Thank you.'

Hancock smiled just a bit, offering what little comfort your way.

[1]-Indents don't show.
[2]-I'm referring to the UK's term- A cigarette. Like how the UK calls flash lights "torches". (I say this as I proceed to not write the 'U's into certain words.)

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