Warm up writing thread! Just gonna blurb some of the Vibes i got from the dream i had last night.
Hankcon human AU! dont expect this to be a full thing. details are fuzzy- maybe something like- Connor inviting Hank home with his family for Thanksgiving or something?
It's the night before Thanksgiving, and Hank is in a room he has to admit is perhaps.. a bit young for him. Crochet-knit animals line a couple of shelves along the walls, painted a cheery pastel pink and yellow. There's lace curtains down the windows, where it's dark out, the
only light being the lamp he has on for some late night reading.
His phone chimes, and he looks over with a smirk, guessing easily who it's from.
Con: are you still awake?
Hank huffs out a soft laugh under his breath, and texts back, lounging a little in the old bed.
Gonna thread some gay vibes because fuck the homophobes
Hankcon cowboy au, just going for Vibes don't expect this to be a finished thing, I still need to update vamp au 😂
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Hank Anderson rocks easily with the swaying of his horse, not a care in the world as he looks out over the hot desert ground. Clumps of scrub brush cover the land, and his dutiful horse steps carefully around growing cactus. He tries to keep her on the trail, nothing more
than a thin and dusty path showing the way toward the canyon nearby.
His faithful dog Sumo leads the way, panting in the heat, his big nose to the ground as he sniffs out every creature that crossed this old path. His tail wags as he crosses back and forth, catching twigs and
Had a mental breakdown at work today after working 12 hours so here have some soft Hankcon thoughts that helped get me through it
No guarantee I'll ever finish or continue this I just want something to put feelings in to
Were Bear Hank epilogue with Witch Connor extra scene
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It's early fall. The leaves are crisp, molten orange and sunny yellow. Dashes of brown and red color the leaves, and there's a crunch underfoot as Connor opens the door to his cottage, and peers out.
He can see slight indents to the ground, places where someone heavy walked.
The witch pulls his cloak closer over his body, and breathes a protection spell as he crosses his garden, and follows the faint path leading into the autumn woods.
Trees ripe with fruit bow as he passes, and wheat-colored grass shivers in greeting, tousled by the wind.
Connor knows how this works. There's a certain order of how things are done.
So he starts where anyone does: the beginning.
He hangs around the bar, chatting & shooting the breeze with anyone who'll carry a
conversation with him, but he's careful to talk to the ones with the bright neon blue patch at their arms, with the sigil on their backs.
The bar where the Jericho crew hangs out in between rides is called Simon's Place- a small, low-ceiling bar, lit with red neon.
He charms it up at first- buys some of the crew gathered a few drinks, sidles up to those who warm up to him, see if he can find any kind of in. And they're receptive, for the most part. Members who recognize what he's trying to do, because they had to do the same thing ages ago.
Kaye cursed me with this brain idea for Hankcon and Im not gonna do the whole thing just kind of like... the Big Reveal where everything falls apart and comes to light because thats the Fun part so here we go
--cw for threat of death, gag, blindfold, mention of guns--
Connor knows things have gone bad for him, because when he wakes up, his hands are bound behind his back; there's a blindfold over his eyes, and a gag strapped tight against his mouth.
Rough hands grab him, force him
out of what he guesses is a car trunk, and hits the hard ground beneath. He can hear the howl of the wind, feel the cold air all around, and it doesn't take much for the undercover cop to figure out that he's along some lonely stretch of highway. God only knows what hour
cw for major main character deaths with our two leads, descriptions of drowning. will find a light at the end of the tunnel but the cws are there for a reason! there is hope at the end tho, I promise, if you stick with me!
gonna keep it short, folks
Hank is a wealthy businessman, prominent among the upper class of European and American society. His wife died in childbirth years ago, and his son lives in America where he goes to school. Hank is on the Titanic as a means to rub elbows with the rich and return home to manage
his business from the promising wealth that is America.
He had considered taking Cole on the trip overseas, but, in hindsight, is now incredibly grateful that he chose to have his son leave months prior for the new start of the school term.