#bl3 x reader

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Yandere Fl4k x Mini VH! Platonic Reader hcs.

You saw that he had animal companions and begged him to let you join him on his hunts. He allowed you, with the only exception that he wouldn't have to take care of you specifically. For now

Part of his whole obsession was seeing you so involved in the thrill of the hunt and taking care of his animals.

He felt himself caring for you like he cared for his animals, and obsessed for you more than he did about pleasing death. He felt, weird. Doesn't understand why he wants to care for you, so he seems gruff and unpleased until he finds out why he cares for you.

Once he finds out that he has an obsession, he just,, locks you into the Vault hunter room. What are you going to do? Leave?

I'm not joking though, he just locks you in the room for vault hunters and then leaves.

You're confused, maybe he just left you by accident, so then you try to get to him by the echo-net and he tells you that he wants to take care of you, so just stay there until he comes back.

He doesn't expect you to give him affection though, he just wants to nurture you and care for you until you become a worthy adversary for Death herself.

Because of his animals, you will at least have a companion that isn't CL4PTR4P! So, you got that going for ya'. One of the few yandere Vault Hunters from BL3 that doesn't have BAYLEX or CL4PTR4P watching you, so yippee!

Because of your time hunting together, he knows how you would navigate any traps he set out for you in case you escape, so you can't escape, for you would immediately get trapped again in which case, his animal companion tells him immediately and flips between lecturing you on not escaping your room, or explaining how to escape the trap to become better for Death.

He is one of the few Yanderes where Escape and even a normal life is possible. As long as you go hunting with him.

[nortonluv]

Borderlands #1 - Losing You

Scenario: The Calypso Twins (Separate) open a vault but don't realise the danger they put you in.

Characters: Tyreen Calypso, Troy Calypso

Warnings: angst, mentions of gore, mentions of blood, mentions of death, guilt

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My Ko-fi

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TYREEN CALYPSO

They finally opened a vault without the vault thiefs getting in their way.

Troy had been stood beside her to her right and you to her left. You looked to her as if she had placed the stars in the sky, so much pride and hope. All for her.

And she had mimicked these looks back at you.

Until it wasn't there, and instead replaced with fear, hurt, disappointment. Until the light drained from your eyes. Until you were gone.

The Vault monster's claws sheathed within your ribcage while your intestines pour out from the lower slices through you.

She leeches the Vault monster without a single word spoken. Her anger is silent and quickly subsides when she sees your corpse hit to floor finally

Troy wasn't close to you but he respectfully bows his head, the cov followers do the same. Tyreen grits her teeth and stands up away from you.

"Let's go. We have what we need."

And then she leaves. Without you. Without what she actually needed.

TROY CALYPSO

You came with him to the Jakobs Estate, Aurelia tried to put the moves on him but you weren't letting that slide. Unless you could join.

He ran off after the last Jakobs and you ran to make sure the Vault Thiefs didn't get you.

But they did.

A little before getting to Aurelia.

Troy found you in the gardens, bullet wounds all over. Blood seeping past your lips. Skin pale. Eyes faded. Jaw bruised.

He yells out in anguish and rushes to you. He drops to his knees.

Nobody is around to help you, no cult members, no Tyreen, nobody.

He gathers you up into his arms and sobs into your chest. Tears flowing freely and eventually into your wounds, but you do not feel the stinging that you would normally feel from salty tears entering a wound.

You're already gone.

You were what grounded him. Kept him from snapping at Tyreen. Kept him from hurting important members of the cult. You protected him when he needed it. You gave him praise for simply being himself.

He loved--no. He loves you. He'll continue loving you until the day he dies. In fact, he can't wait.

He wants your smile, your laughter, your warmth. But all he receives is a cadaver as cold as Windshear Waste.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I love you I love you I love you..." His babbling is all that can be heard for the rest of the night in the Jakobs Garden.

[altrodent]

Life Saver

Pairing: Timothy Lawrence x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, past relations with Handsome Jack, tiniest bit of angst, slow burn, Borderlands2/3 spoilers?, mentions of alcohol, lotssss of swearing lol, siren reader

Summary: After reunifying with someone from your past, you finally realize that someone you truly needed was taken away from you, just not the one you expected it to be.

DISCLAIMER: I wrote moxxi’s name like moXXXi for most of the story, please bear with me. Also, most of this was written very late at night and only poorly reviewed a couple times

After the not-so-tragic passing of a psychopath who controlled your entire career, you finally ended up back on track with your life. You originally worked as head of defensive security at the one and only Hyperion, but where did it all go wrong? It began when Jack broke up with his, at the time, girlfriend moxxxi. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, or just a thing he was into, but he quickly took a liking to you. A person in charge, power, strength, but not more than him economically. He eventually “promoted” you to his assistant and you absolutely despised it. He made an excuse that the desk he ordered for you wouldn’t ship for a while, so you’d have to sit on his lap while he did his work. Though he was attractive, wealthy, and even kinda funny, it just felt gross- perverted even… and not the good consensual kind.

Whilst you worked there, eventually you started seeing him more often, except it wasn’t him. It was a man named Timothy, one of his duplicates. He hired him to be a vault Hunter for him but eventually as time went on he talked to you more and more, even convinced Jack to let you go on some of his missions with him. He was sweet and funny, and maybe at some point you were interested in him, but the way Jack had you wrapped around his finger, he’d pull you back in if he realized you got too close to Timothy.

Years later after working with them, Jack finally passed away leaving you go back to a career that was your own. While you wanted to find Timothy, you just didn’t have enough time, though if he survived that long working for Jack, he’s sure to be fine. As time passed, you became a Vault Hunter originally for the thrill of the kill and to hopefully just do whatever the hell you wanted alone, but you caved and ended up joining a crew on a ship called “The Sanctuary” and even though you knew your rule about not getting attached, you were sure they could handle themselves fine if anything happened. They could, and still do, one day when wandering around this ship you finally enter the brightly glowing pink room. You always noticed it, but was always too busy trying to complete missions for the other members. It looked like a bar after going on a killing spree for days takes all the energy out of you.

“Hey, sugar, never seen you around here” said a beautiful pale woman with a harlequin type corset “Yeah, I rarely have time to… explore.” You said, with a sigh. The woman can tell by the dark circles around your eyes that you’ve been busy, she’s clever so she puts two and two together. “You’re the Vault Hunter, right, pleasure” she puts her hand out, you grasp it with a firm shake even though it looks like you’ve been to hell and back. She starts making you a drink, seems like Lilith spilled to her some of your interests, which leads to a very interesting offer; “So, Vault Hunter, I was wondering if you’d like to take me up on an offer.” She leans against the bar getting close to your face “… what kind of offer..?” She smiles before moving a piece of hair out of her face “Well, wanted to see if you’d be interested in a raid of the Handsome Jackpot casino and claim its riches. You can say no but, you will get a lot out of this heist” her gaze doesn’t look away from you, intent on getting you to do the mission “How much are we talking?” She walks around the bar, picking up a scribbled-on clipboard on her way, and presents it to you. “Holy shit.” She hums a laugh “So, do we have a deal, VH?” She smiles and holds her hand out once more, needing your trust “Yeah, we do.” You take her hand and shake it. “I’ll send the coordinates to your Echo, from there I’ll guide you through. When you get there please don’t die, I prefer my attractive customers to stay alive.” She sends you a wink as you take one last drink before preparing to head to the Casino.

You jump on the drop pod, to head to- what might just be, the most rewarding mission you could ever imagine. Sure shooting Skags for the nice old man on Pandora is rewarding but, this is a literal heist. You had heard of ‘handsome Jack’ but you knew Jack, so you weren’t very ecstatic to see him again, even if it was just for this mission. Sure he’s dead, doesn’t mean you want to completely cut him out of your life altogether. From the small window of your drop-pod you see what is a giant hologram of Jack’s head. Once your pod drops, two robots try to stop you and get you to pay for “VIP” valet, you just shake your head no and then run past them into the building. “For a fancy casino… this place looks like shit.” You hear a giggle over your ear piece “Yeah, after Jack died the casino got ransacked with debt-ridden peasants. They’re the one’s we’re gonna help, sugar. Hopefully most of them won’t have to feel your wrath on the way~” you huff a laugh, before making your way to a giant slot machine? “What the fu-“ “Jack here! Welcome to the Handsome Jackpot! Who’s ready to give me their money?” The man himself, again as a giant hologram… he loves himself, too much “After all these years, I still want to kick his dick in.” You mumble, Moxxxi laughs “Keep that energy up, Vault Hunter, you’ll need it”

“That’s Jack for you. Dead seven years and still is trying to screw us over.” You roll your eyes, “tell me about it.” Moxxxi tuts “I have a question, if I may, did you know Jack? Before he died?” You purse your lips “Yeah, unfortunately. Used to be his head of security, then he ‘promoted’ me to basically his own personal lap dog” you kick away some of the robots, moxxxi gasps “Sugar, were you the person at reception? I remember you now, I always felt so bad that you had to be so close to him everyday.” You sigh “I got the attention I never had, but not in the way I preferred… well until the other Jack came.” You reach a room full of more debt-riders “dammit, what a waste of ammo…” you look down at your fist and shrug, you realize that the debt these people owed made them unable to afford any source of energy… or guns, for that matter. “Wait, Sugar, what ‘other Jack’?” You grunt as another debtor tries to take you down “Can you give me a sec, Mox?” You turn your echo piece off, as you slam them into the floor. You tilt your head back “god, why is there SO MANY?!” Another wave falls from the ceiling, you give in to the waste and take out a gun and knock them all down with a single mag. You click your echo piece on again “What were you asking about-?” You said, whilst looting some of their bodies for home fully something. “The other Jack? Who is it?” You bite the inside of your lip “Jacks dead, so I can say his name now, right? He might be dead too- I don’t know I think he said it was Jim- Jimmy? Jimothy? I feel shitty now, he was like the only person I talked to when working at Hyperion-“ “Timothy Lawrence, hm, never would take you for the type.” You pause your looting “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Your jaw drops in disbelief “Nothing, Sugar.” You can hear her giggle on the other side “Head out the exit, you should see a giant tower, it’s the biggest thing in the casino by a mile. Now if I know Jack, and I’m ashamed to say I did, that tower is where we can find the keys to the kingdom.”

After about an half an hour of wandering around and killing all the debtors, you reached what Jack so “greatly” named the Spendopticon. All of a sudden you get an incoming transmission from someone named “Pretty Boy” you groan “What do you wan-“ he cuts you off, very rudely “Welcome to the Casino! So you’re the big spender who’s been racking up charges, eh?” Your face grimaces before shooting a debtor that tried crawling on you “uh, yeah? I guess, who the hell are you?” He laughs as you’re trying to shake off more people “Heh, well pardon our mess there, we’re still working on ‘renovations’. But all you need to know is I’m the boss here. Anyone gives you a hard time, just ask for Pretty Boy, heh! I’ll sort them out for ya.” You groan as you swing at another one “Look ‘Pretty Boy’, thanks for the offer, but I’m good working alone.” He sighs “Well, my offer still stands, don’t go breakin’ my heart so soon, toots.” He signs off “God, why does everything with Jack have to end up creepy and slightly perverted?” Moxxxi hums, “I don’t know sugar, but at least we know who the boss is. But don’t trust a word he says, he seems all teeth.”

You wander around to another court yard, but this time it’s different. The robots don’t seem to attack you, they race past you to fight off the debtors who are causing a riot. Stunned, you walk past him. Once you snuck past, you see something out of the ordinary “Can ANYONE hear me?” A voice yells from inside a big yellow crate, guarded by giant loader bots. “Hahaha! I got all the time in the world, Timmie! All the time in the world.” You step closer to the crate until a loose sheet of metal gets caught on your boot and makes a loud crash “shit.” The door on the crate rattles “Is someone out there?! Please, help me out!” Pretty boy laughs over the Spendopticon’s PA systems “Have fun with my loaders, ya schmuck!” The loaders all turn to you, “Can’t I just have ONE mission on a nice beach somewhere?” You whine, while you really aren’t one to complain, you haven’t slept in a while and your body is running off whatever gasoline liquor Moxxxi have you on the sanctuary earlier. You grab your gun of choice from your bag, and load in a new mag “Come on robitches, let’s dance.”

Pretty Boy calls in for more backup, you get distracted and an EXP-loader hits hard, destroys your armor completely. “Fuck!” Pretty Boy laughs and mocks you right before you shoot the screen with his ugly mug on it, unfortunately for your gun that was all the ammo you had left. Luckily, using the anger from the guy in the box complaining that he was trapped, you took out your rage against the robots and started bashing their mechanical heads in with the butt of your gun. “You might’ve destroyed my screens, but your next toots. And Timmie, it was nice seeing ya, handsome bastard. We’ll talk soon!” And with that the final loader drops and you head back to the door. It swings open revealing a man hunched over with a metallic right hand, and his hoodie up. He raises his hands “N-n-no! Don’t shoot, don’t shoot! Don’t- this isn’t what it looks like…” he pulls up his hoodie, and immediately you raise your gun more. If it wasn’t bad enough his face was everywhere, there is no way in hell… he survived! It’s Jack, but it doesn’t feel like it, also isn’t he supposed to be dead? You raise a brow in confusion and you keep your gun steady. There isn’t any ammo, but he doesn’t know that. “Explain yourself, now, or I’ll turn your face into ground beef.” He raises his hands more “I just need you to-“ he pauses and his hands drop slowly “It…it’s you…”

your brows furrow and you slowly lower your gun “I’m who?” His lip corners twitch, unknowing wether to feel happy to see you do upset that you don’t remember him right off the bat. He pulls his shirt collar down to reveal a pendant, a pendant you knew all too well. When you two finished your first mission, the older woman who you helped made you both matching charm necklaces. They were gorgeous and even engraved your initials together, since she thought you two were dating. You put your gun down, you reach into one of your pockets and pull out your pendant. You lock eyes with him, “Timothy, is it really you…?” He smiles, and before he can even respond something inside you breaks. The cold outer shell that formed over the last tasking 7 years sheds away as your muscles move, without your will, and pull him into a warm embrace. It doesn’t take long for him to bury his face in your hair, and hold you like he was never going to let go. “I was so worried about you, Tim… I should’ve taken you with me, I- I’m sorry.” He pulls away and cups your face “Don’t apologize! You’re here now, that’s all I’ve ever wanted… wait, why are you here anyways? I mean, I’m glad your here, but you got to escape Jack why-“ you grab his shoulders to get his attention “Would love to fill you in on what I’ve been doing for the past 7 years, but I need your help.” He smirks at me “I’ll help you as much as you need, baby- I’m sorry! The DNA… yeah I got some of his DNA so stuff like that happens now. But what do you need help with?” Your face is blushed a bit from the first bit, but you manage to snap yourself out of it “I’m trying to figure out how to get into Jacks tower.” He snorts “Join the club, butt-face! Oh my lanta, Im soso sorry I really can’t help it.” You giggle, and he turns his gaze away but, you’re not stupid and you can see that blush on his cute cheeks. “I can get you in though, this-a-way!” He spins your shoulders so you’re now facing the way to walk, and while you’re walking to wherever you need to go you decide to ask him a couple of questions. “So Jack infused you with his DNA so now you make weird Jack remarks?” He groans “Yes, it’s the worst. I felt like I wasn’t myself before, and now I’m like an off-brand version of Jack!” He pouts, and you giggle at his expression “Look, as long as there’s a tiny bit of you still in there, that’s all that matters… and hey, maybe once this is all over, I can get my medic on my ship to get you back to normal… if you want to, of course.” He’s not listening, or maybe he is? You can’t tell, he’s just gazing at you as you tiredly ramble to him. “You have a medic, and a ship, and you still are talking to me?” You nod “Why wouldn’t I?” He looks down at his feet and shrugs, before seeing blood at yours. His eyes widen to see that the explosion he heard earlier, was displayed very boldly on your back. “Shit! You’re bleeding- like a lot!” You yawn “I’m fine that happens.” He takes your arm and rushes you to a door in a nearby wall “Well, I was gonna do a tour but I don’t want you to die on the doormat!”

He gently sits you in a chair while he grabs a small medical kit he had hiding underneath a nearby pipe. He’s panicking, to wrap your wound but when he does your echo falls to the floor. “Hey, hun stay awake okay? I don’t want you… dying.” You happy-pout “You’re so nice Tim…” he squishes your cheeks “And you’re so stupid! Sorry- DNA, again… but still, please don’t get this hurt again, I don’t want anything bad to happen.” You rolls your eyes and lean your forehead against his “Yeah, yeah…” he fiddles with his hands “Maybe- maybe we can push the mission off until tomorrow?” You huff “I’m fine, Timmy, I swear-“ he squeezes your face between his hands “Hun, you look tired, hungry and you could die if I don’t help you. So please, just let me do this for you… you’d do the same for me, right?” You groan, “Tim, I promise, I’m fine…” he rolls his eyes “If you were fine we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we?” You avoid his gaze, he was right. But you didn’t want to be weak, you didn’t want to be vulnerable.

“I’d hate to break up this sweet moment, sugar, but we do need him to help us with the mission.” Moxxxi speaks over your echo, Timothy picks it up “Moxxxi? You’re working on this mission?” This hurts a little, sure you were his friend before you were a Vault Hunter, but that doesn’t mean you maybe didn’t crush on him at one point or another. And Mox is literally the Handsome Jack gaze, Timothy… Tim could love her. Moxxxi finally moves from my echo to the holo-pad, “Tell my why I shouldn’t let the Vault Hunter blow your brains out Timothy?” He raises his hands “Moxxxiiiii, hi… look, they’re basically bleeding out can you just let me handle that first?” She crosses her arms before looking at you. He turns around to see that you’re standing up, seemingly fine. “Wait are you..” he lifts the back of your shirt, the wound is gone “How-“ he furrows his brows trying to figure it out before Moxxxi interrupts him “VH is fine, again, tell me why we should trust you.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Look, Mox, I trust him. If he wanted to kill me already he would’ve. And besides, I know he couldn’t if he tried either.” He pouts “what’s that supposed to mean-“ she sighs “Whatever you say Sugar, but what use does he have for us?”

He moves around to my side “Well, as unfortunate as it is, I both look, sound and even have a little bit of his DNA. I can get the vault Hunter where they need to go.” Moxxxi walks up to you “Are you sure about this? I trust your decision VH.” You nod, a slight smile on your face. She hums “Okay, well don’t get carried away in here, Sugar.” She sends you a wink before logging off, leaving you a confused flustered mess. Tim leans over to look at your face “You okay- also, again, never answered my question! How’d you heal your back?!” You grab your echo again “I’m fine, and I-“ you paused, you never told him. He’s never seen it, your siren markings. How would he react to knowing that you his that from him ever since you met. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” You scratch your head, “I’ll tell you about it later, we ne-“ he raises a brow and looks at you with probably the sternest face he’s ever made. “We need to get you to stop blowing me off.” You sigh as he moves to face you and gently places his hands on your shoulders “Talk to me.” You can’t say no to him, “Fine, just… promise you won’t get mad?” He smiles “I could never get mad at you” god you really want to kiss him right now- BESIDES THE POINT, you clear your throat “Just uhm… this is a little odd, so just bear with me here.” He nods, you take off your remaining chest armor and lift the under shirt to reveal glowing markings that curve around your chests features. He’s just standing there staring, maybe it’s cause he’s confused, maybe it’s cause he didn’t know your a siren… most likely because you just lifted your shirt for him, but beyond that, you’re concerned. “I was talking with my medic, Tannis, and she ran some experiments on me and when I woke up I had these siren markings. I don’t know how she did it but it makes me able to like save myself? I just keep forgetting about it, I usually never had the pleasure of not bleeding out.” He’s still standing there “Timothy, you’re staring.” He shakes his head, his cheeks colored a bright cherry red “Sorry, yeah uhm… that’s cool as shit, also maybe next time a more descriptive warning- but nonetheless, we should probably get going on this mission, yeah?”

He walks around the Spendopticon showing you all the entrances, the turrets and most importantly where he thinks the plan will work most. And before you know it, after days upon days of fighting, and even a trusted persons betrayal, you’re finally here. Pretty Boy kidnapped Timothy, and he wants your head on a mount. Unfortunately for you, he has a giant mecha-Jack suit, and you have to take him out by yourself. As easy as it may seem to a hardcore vault Hunter, you also have Timothy’s life- as well as yours on the line. He set it to self destruct, and the only way you can stop it is by defeating pretty boy and setting Timothy free. Luckily, Pretty boy isn’t used to having such height or the mechs controls, so as long as you move a lot he can’t seem to hit you. He finally get downed “Would you like to upgrade to the premium shield package?” You hear Pretty Boy slam the controls “No, dammit! Just go back to work!” Soon more of his loaders spawn. You walk near Timothy as you kill them “Are you doing alright in there?” He kneels down to talk to you “Are you alright out there? I would help but these bars burn like hell!” You grunt as you kick away one of the mini-loaders “I’ll be fine, Tim, trust me.”

Soon enough Pretty Boy stands back up “Round two, Toots!” You look back at Timothy “wai-“ You reload your gun “I’ll be right back, swear!” You run right up to pretty boy, shooting his mech in the weak spots that were basically already ripping open due to the pure amount of gun fire. Eventually you shoot at the spot for long enough to the point that the legs aren’t functioning correctly anymore. He gets distracted and you take this opportunity to shoot at this other weak spots. Mainly his joints. Usually you would aim for the head, but seeing as that’s quite literally the only part of the mech that backfired, you chose not to aim for it… it literally repelled your bullets. Eventually after enough damage to the robot he gets downed again. You slide over to a crate and grab more ammo before one of the mini-loaders starts shooting at you. “Why you little-“ you pick it up and throw it at the other one and they both make a tiny explosion. Cute, but unfortunate. You make your way back over to Timothy “Hey, Tim-Tim, you still doing okay?” He squats “Maybe you should stop talking to me, and focus on not dying, hun” you tilt your head “Hun? What’s with that, and why do you care so much? Do you not trust me?” He points, and before even getting a word out, you cut him off with the sound of a pistol. “Yeah, loader, got it, answer my question”

you continue to blast your way through the small wave of loaders “firstly, I said hun because of the DN- no, because I wanted too, and secondly I care because-“ The mecha-Jack stands once again “Dammit! Can this stupid bitch stay down! I’ll be right back Tim, we can talk after you’re safe!” He throws his arms up in anguish, before accidentally brushing his finger against the lasers “Fuck!” And finally, after Mecha-Jack starts to fly, he falls just as fast. Pretty boy crawls out of his head and tries running away, you pull him by the collar back “P-please! Toots, don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything! Wealth, power, what do you want?” You point your gun at his head “I want quiet.” You pull the trigger and his final breath draws. Though his life ended yours continues… but it won’t forever if you can’t shut down the course towards the wormhole. “Use that panel over there, it should work!” You type it in before the Hyperion voice lady boots you out “We need your DNA, Tim.” He groans “And I can’t get out of here without that either… look, you should leave” you look at him in disbelief “Timothy, why the hell would you say that, I’m not leaving you here. That’s not funny.” He kneels down to face you “I’m not Joking… you have such a cool full life ahead of you, and I don’t want you to die just because I’m trapped in this shitty laser cage-“ he stands up, obviously with an idea “Timothy I’m not-“ he shushes you “Wait I have an idea. Cover your ears, I don’t want you to hear this.”

You look around the room, but oblige covering your ears. He hesitantly brings his hand up to the laser and screams bloody murder while he slowly saws it off. You cringe, you don’t like seeing him get hurt. He finishes cutting his hand off and he sits in pain “Just… just pick that up, hun… use that I need a second-“ he breathes shakingly as you pick up his severed hand and place it onto the machine “Handsome DNA detected! Self-destruction by wormhole protocol: cancelled. Cages: cleared.” The Handsome Jackpot stops moving and Timothy’s cage bars fall. He jumps down and meets you eye to eye “Who knew that after all these years you’d still be helping me?” You smile as his arms meet your waist “Never said I would stop, did I?” He chuckles as your arms wrap around his neck “Well I think my hero deserves a long awaited reward.” He looks at your lips and back to your eyes, you nod before he tilts his head and locks his lips with yours. As cheesy as it is, you’ve always dreamt of this, preferably without the murder bots and the small guy’s corpse behind you, but beggars can’t be choosers. “You owe me one, now, you know that Tim?” He laughs “Yeah, yeah… come on, let go loot the shit out of this casino.” As quickly as the debt raked up, it fell just as fast. And everyone was finally free from Jack greedy hands for the last time.

The End (?)

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(A/N): I might make a “Timothy on the Sanctuary” fluff story after this, you won’t need to have read all of this to read that one, but it’s gonna be so fluffy (I’m ill, don’t ask 😭) But I hoped you somewhat enjoyed this! I was on a mental rollercoaster writing this.

[legendaryskeletonpicklewolf]

When this is the post

And someone comments this:

.....clearly @lemonsodas you didn't read my entire post

[legendaryskeletonpicklewolf]

Me and katagawa be like:

fiona and rhys

[vivinightingale]

Meeting the Bl3 vaulthunters ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

Zane Flynt:

Being a mercenary took you to many diffrent places. Though you didnt think it would lead you to the company of zane.

Working for many diffrent companies he has made a name for himself so when he sauntered over to you in some bar on pandora you were aww struck needless to say. (Just dont tell him that cause he wont let you live it down)

Sarcasm, loud laughter, and tons of drinking all night 10000%

When you both called it a night you meant to swap echo numbers, but ended up swapping echos entirely (but you weren't complaining cause maybe it was an opportunity to see the self proclaimed handsomest vault hunter again)

Fl4k:

You were one of the few people in all of the galaxy that got along with any of the wild life. Luckily for you this made you a force to be recon with.

When you first caught fl4k attention you were one Eden-6 battling the COV camp with some saurians at your side. They knew death was beautiful but damn look at you go

One the said battle is over they will approach you and the two of you will gush over your animal friends (well as much gushing as a bot can)

When they have to bid you farewell due to another mission, the two of you exchange echo numbers and a couple of treats for your wild companions.

Being a mechanic on Nekrotafeyo was a lot more fun then you first thought. It got even better when Moze waltzed into your life with a giant mech.

You both love showing off your skills when it comes to mechanics. Sometimes you guys even compete. (You swear she is just military gage)

Zane swear the two of you sound like old mechanics (even tho he has no room to talk)

When she finally has to leave Nekrotafeyo to face the self proclaimed twin gods you give her three things that she still cherishes. A new upgrade for her mech, your echo number, and kiss on the cheek.

Amara

Being friends with renowned fire Hawke has its pros and cons. Cons: that transporting she does make you sick everytime she transports you. Pros: you met Amara.

At first it was hard to talk to her with her being constantly busy, but once the two of you started talking you both hit it off pretty well.

Everytime she came back from a mission she would always go to you to be patched up. (You get to see all those beautiful muscles)

Because she became a close friend to you, you always feared when she was called out to a mission. So you exchanged echo numbers with her so she could let you know she is okay.

Woo first bl3 content! I'm gonna try to post these once or twice a day, and if you have request dont be afraid to ask :)

[thottyhrs]

In celebration of beating Borderlands 3, I’m posting this lil thing. My friend gave me the prompt; ‘your f/o giving you a gift you dislike’ so I went on a weirdly fluffy route with Fl4k LOL

Enjoy this lazy drabble

Warning ⚠️ ; mentions of dirty things, kiddies look away

Being with a Vault hunter, whether romantically or platonically, loot wasn’t a rare thing to be given as gifts. This was a cruel solar system, you needed things to defend yourself, even if you weren’t a hunter yourself. Fl4k was also pretty bad with showing affection, but I knew not to take it personally. Romance was still something they needed to figure out. They still saw humans as ‘weak and fragile creatures of flesh that are alive out of pure luck’, except me, of course. It always made me wonder what they saw in me.

The doors to my room sliding open woke me back to reality, away from my work. I looked over, seeing Fl4k standing in the doorway. Speak of the Devil—

“Am I interrupting you?”

“No, not at all. Come in!”

I pushed away the parts I was messing with so they could sit on the bed next to me. They walked up to me, holding their hands behind their back, which I couldn’t help but find... strange. I looked up at them with a raised eyebrow. “You hiding something from me?”

“Not for long.” As they spoke, they showed off the wrapped gift in their hands. I couldn’t help but smile. “Aaww Fl4k, you didn’t have to!”

“I’ve been told that presenting gifts to your mate as a token of affection is popular for humans.” They said. “I hope it’s to your liking.”

They handed it to me, sitting down as I started to rip off the paper. As I unwrapped the gift, I noticed a stinky sensation at the bottom of the box. I didn’t think much of it as I took of the top of the box. I jerked back in surprise, trying not to scare Fl4k. It was a heart, not sure if it was human or not, bloody and fresh. I gulped, trying not to vomit. I guess I should have expected this from a robot that mass murders in the name of death itself, or herself in Fl4k’s case. I noticed next to the organ was a little card that said ‘you’ve stolen my heart’.

Well that’s... actually kind of sweet, all things considered. I tried not to look uncomfortable, but Fl4k didn’t seem to be buying it. “I’ve upset you.”

“No, no! You didn’t, hon. It’s just... uuhh.”

As I tried to find the words to describe my feelings, they took the body box away from me. “You don’t have to pretend. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable.”

“I know. By the way, word of caution, giving someone an organ is... frowned upon, to say the least.”

“Hmm. I’ve seen many beasts give their mates the carcass of their enemies as a way of seduction. I suppose humans are different...”

I couldn’t help but snicker. “I appreciate the thought. If you want to give me a gift though, just ask what I’d like.”

“I tried that before. I asked Moxxi and she handed me a magazine filled with sex toys. I figured you wouldn’t like that either.”

Well, that was their first mistake, trying to ask Moxxi what to give someone and expect anything nonsexual. I watched as they tossed the box away. I hopped out of bed and hugged them from behind. “You’re sweet.” I muttered.

“I’m not sure if many would agree with you.” They replied. I rolled my eyes. “Well, you’re sweet to me.”

They turned their attention away from me for just a moment, which was enough to finally notice the mess on my bed. “What are you working on?”

“Oh just some... modifications for you.” I replied, batting my eyelashes. Fl4k had always been curious about sex and learning why many species seem to be obsessed with it. They walked over and pulled out one of the mods, which was just an ordinary looking dildo. “Hmmm... I’m curious to see if I’ll actually feel anything.”

I snorted, taking it out of their hands and tossing it to the side. “I’m not done yet, I’m still working out a few kinks. I wanna make sure you enjoy yourself just as much as I will.”

“Yes, consensual fornication is very important for humans, I remember learning that as well.”

I raised an eyebrow at that statement. “Learning?”

“I’ve been doing more research in human customs when it comes to romance. I’m still... confused about most of it, but seeing you smile makes me... feel strange. In a good way, I think.”

I blushed, turning my gaze away with a soft smile on my face. In Fl4k’s case, that was probably the most romantic thing they’ve ever said to me. “Sweet talker.” I muttered before getting on my top toes and kissing their lens. “You make me happy, ya know that.”

They let out a soft chuckle, their hands on my waist. “At least I’m doing something correct...”

[mini-fanfics]

Your Alpha (Fl4k x reader)

Warning: guns and shooting things, deathly injures

Summary: after meeting the beast loving robot Fl4k, you two became good friends and after an injury that almost kills you things change

Every pack needs an alpha and every alpha male needs a alpha female. Fl4k didn’t have an alpha female and didn’t think he wanted one until he met you.

You weren’t a hefty girl like Ellie but you were badass, and badass girls on Pandora is the sexiest thing a raider has ever seen. Someone that can whip a heavy machine gun and terminate a whole banditt town in one round, can give anyone a hard on

When you met fl4k you couldn’t help but pet and play with them all, they were so cute and deadly. If fl4k could blush they would be blushing at the scene.

You talked to fl4k a lot about his cute little pets, and his time in the out lands of pandora.

You two went on a lot of missions together too. Fl4k saved you a lot and you saved them just as many times. You two have become very close as time passed by and you think you’re falling for the animal loving robot

One day the calypso twins appeared and called themselves gods and they’re creating a cult to find all the vaults and take over the galaxy. Of course that couldn’t happen so the raiders had to stop him.

You and Fl4k teamed up to retrieve the map that was stolen by the twins. You two head to a large town filled with their ‘children or the vault’ signs. There were only a couple of bandits which was odd, you and Fl4k stayed close to each other.

Fl4k feels like something isn’t right, “y/n something is wrong....please stay close to me my friend.” You nod, “alright Fl4k I’ll try and not get too cared away.”

We both go to the center of town, there was a only badass which you both killed very quickly. Fl4k chuckles, “I guess I over reacted”

You let your guard down a bit, “I guess so-“ suddenly an invisible force starts choking you and raising you into the air.

Fl4k looks at you, “y/n!” They turned around to see the colypso twins, and Tyreen chuckles, “hey hey hey stop killing my children we need them for the future.” Fl4k growls and starts shooting at them, but they block their bullets, Fl4k started getting mad, “put her down colypso!” Tyreen rolls her eyes, “ooooo the smelly robot wants his toy back? Well....” she brings you higher, “WELL HERE YOU GO!!” She slams you into the ground below making a small crater under you.

Fl4k runs to you and craddles your body, “y/n!”

Tyreen laughs at the scene, “that was funny one less crimson raider one less thing in our way now let’s get out of here Troy.” The twins teleport away leaving the sad robot to craddle your weak body.

You open your eyes a bit, “Fl4k.....I-I’ll be fine just give me a stim pack.” You try to sit up but there was a loud crack causing a sharp pain on your back, “ow!” Fl4k holds you, “don’t move y/n, as pack leader I refuse to leave your side.”

You chuckle weakly, “since when I was in the pack?” Fl4k chuckles, “since we met.” You smile a little, “what rank am I?” They think about it, “alpha.” You look at him confused, “but you’re alpha.” They inject you with a stim slowly, “there can be two alphas but the other alpha must be the lover of the original alpha.” You blush a bit, “are you asking me to be your lover Fl4k?” Fl4k nods, “I would very much like that.” You smile and weakly caress his cold robot cheek, “well I accept this new roll of being your alpha.”

[sonof-leda]

Did anyone ever tell you that pets can be a hand full?

Admittedly you did have to confess that being kept as the Twin Gods pet was generally better than being dead. You were fed and clothed, got regular showers and a nice bed with the added bonus of not having to do any work with the only downfalls being the pet of two cult leaders. 

Not to mention one was a mild cannibal with a biting problem. Regardless life with the two twins was much comfier.   

Though it didn’t mean you fully submitted yourself to being a perfectly well-behaved little pet for them. After all, they wanted a pet and pets came with challenges. 

The first few days of your plan was spent slowly testing out the respective limits each twin had. How much could you get away with? How far could you push before you got punished and what were these punishments?

You spend most of your time screwing with Troy, the brother, for sheer virtue of him being the one to spend the most time with you in their shared quarters. You started small, moving the different things laid out on the workshop bench while he wasn’t looking. This was met with mild confusion when he’d reach for something that wasn’t there and then frustration has he was forced to dig through the chaos of his workstation to find it.  It took for it to happen a few more times before Troy would look over at you with a questioning look. 

You just stared back with a blank stare. 

What came next wasn’t originally planned but you didn’t dare not take advantage of an opportunity when it presented itself. How you somehow got stickers of all things was beyond you but none the less you were pleased with them. 

When Troy pulled you down for a nap (a normal occurrence) you went to work placing the oddly colourful shapes all over his mech arm, mostly in places he wouldn’t notice at first but soon you said ‘fuck it’ and went crazy. You found his sleepy confusion almost adorable when he woke up and viewed the rainbow of decorative stickers over his arm. 

The next few weeks progressed without much fanfare. You continued with your little pranks which were met with amused confusion (Troy) and varying degrees of slight annoyance (Tyreen).    

It all eventually came to a head one morning during a small private meal. The twins were playfully arguing (again, normal) and you tiredly played with your cup when an idea struck you. Silently you waited until you caught the gaze of the twins; first Troy and then Tyreen who both met your blank stare with questioning looks. 

Slowly you took your hand and pushed it against your cup, watching them as they watched you slowly push the object across the table. Once the cup came to the edge of the table you stopped, met their confused gaze, and then promptly gave the cup a finale push so it clattered to the floor below. 

It was silent as the twins seemed to process the admittedly odd event before Troy looked at you with a bewildered expression.

“What the fuck..”

[mxrlin-writes]

Omg I lover your Rhys imagine “Falling For You”. I have a major crush on him rn after playing BL3 and your Imagine made me blush so hard hehe. I wanted to request a Rhys x Reader Imagine with the prompts: 28. “How drunk was I?” 34 .“You work for me. You are my slave.” Thanks a lot

warnings: mentions of alcohol, hangover, drunken marriage proposals

Rhys Strongfork x gn!reader

•••••

Rhys woke up in a blur - his head was aching and his limbs felt like stone. Rubbing his hand over his face, he sat up and opened his eyes into a squint.

One thing struck him: this was not his apartment. In fact, it looked like (Y/N)‘s. Why was he in his personal assistant’s flat?

He was about to stand when a grip on his shoulder forced him back to a sitting position. “I’ve got you some food, I don’t want you going anywhere until I’m sure you’re okay,” you said gently, trying to be quiet so you didn’t aggravate his headache.

“How... how drunk was I?” Rhys winced at the sound of his gravely throat, reaching towards the cup of water you’d prepared for him.

“You were fine until the shots. Then you delivered a speech about how you’d give everyone the week off. Long story short, no one has turned up today. Apart from Linda in HR,” you added, watching with mirth as Rhys sunk his head into his hands.

“Drunk me is a jerk,” he murmured, his voice partly muffled by his hands. You nudged him gently, telling him to cheer up. “That wasn’t embarrassing as the ‘you’re my slave, you work for me incident’ last year,” you teased. Rhys slunk further back into the sofa.

Last year, drunk Rhys had been so clumsy that you’d practically had to do everything for him until the next morning. He’d drunkenly declared you as his slave because you worked for him - you had then purposefully thrown accidentally spilled a drink down his shirt. He had been very apologetic the next morning.

Today was yet another morning on the list of “(Y/N) takes care of drunk and hungover Rhys”. You didn’t mind it - you liked him. Only as a friend, of course - you kept lying to yourself about the fact that you were hopelessly besotted with your boss. What he’d said yesterday didn’t exactly help.

“You, uh, you also asked me to marry you,” you trailed off, sipping your coffee and trying not to meet Rhys’ gaze. You heard him choke on the water. It would have been funny had it not been the guy you so desperately liked who just so happened to also be your boss.

“I’m so so sorry, oh my gosh, I’m such a-“

“No, no, it was okay, it’s not everyday that it happens-“

“-I didn’t want you to find out that I liked you from drunk me.”

Eventually your overlapping speech stopped. You stared at him in disbelief. Had he just confessed that he liked you? Your thoughts were cut off by a pain on your leg - you’d spilled some of the hot coffee. Rhys rushed forwards, grabbing the mug and ending up spilling more down himself, and then on you. It was chaos.

You laughed awkwardly, shaking the coffee from your hands as you stood and headed to the kitchen to grab a towel. Rhys followed, sheepishly leaning on the counter with the now empty mug of coffee - he looked incredibly out of place, he must have felt incredibly awkward for just accidentally confessing the fact that he really liked you. You dried your hands, then turned to face him, slowly approaching him and planting your hands either side of him on the counter.

His face was bright red as you looked up at him. “I’ll have to reject the marriage proposal... but I won’t reject a date...” you smiled, planting a gentle kiss to his cheek. He shuddered under you and gently reached for your hand with his robotic one.

“F-five o clock tomorrow? My office? I’ll surprise you,” he said, his blush now dying down a little only to be replaced by a boyish grin as he laced his fingers with yours. The touch of his cold metallic palm against your warm hand sent a shiver up your arm.

“As long as the surprise doesn’t involve vaults or inherent danger... I’m looking forward to it.”

[xxang3lw1ngxx]

Not so Bad pt.2

Fandom: Borderlands

Ship: Troy x Reader

Requested by: Ninabobina1309 (wattpad)

Warning/s: Angst, fluff

-

“And where do you think you’re going, killer?” You were caught red handed.

“I’m, uh.. Doing some hunting!” You explained in a nervous sweat. If Lilith found out where you were going, you’d never be allowed to leave the ship by yourself ever again! 

And that meant no Troy...

“Hunting Bandits, or something else?” The suspicion was highly noticeable in her voice. You put on a defensive front, frozen from the tense atmosphere. 

“I just wanted to blow off some steam, what’s wrong with that?” You crossed your arms, now facing Lilith. She seemed to pause, in thought. 

“Alright,” she let up and backed off. “Be careful out there.” 

You were confused at her compliance but continued on your way to the fast travel anyway, putting in the coordinates. Lilith let you leave without another word to you. 

“Follow her.” She ordered. 

“Right.” 

~

You let out a deep breath. Visiting Troy was becoming harder each time. You knew you would have to stop at some point. You weren’t even sure why you allowed yourself to be doing something this dangerous. Then again, the thought of not doing it made you feel lonely. The thought of never having these secret moments with Troy made your heart ache and tears pool to your eyes (which you blamed on the wind.)

Stressed out, you got your rifle and headed towards the nearest Bandit Camp. 

It was when you finished taking all your frustrations out, you felt someone grab you from behind. A hand clamped over your mouth and a rather familiar robotic arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you in place. 

You raised an eyebrow before you licked his hand. 

“Oh-the hell?” Troy backed up immediately, rubbing his hand against his coat. You took the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. “Actually, I can get used to this..” He wiggled his eyebrows possibly trying to flirt, but the action only looked silly. 

You rolled your eyes playfully and crossed your arms against his chest, laying your chin on them. After a while of just admiring him, you spoke up. 

“Hi.” 

It came out much more dreamy sounding than you would have liked. His cocky grin softened. 

“Hi.”

It didn’t help the fact that his voice sounded just as dreamy as yours. 

He wrapped his robot arm around you again using his other arm to rest under his head, simply enjoying the silence. “So, um.. Just out of curiosity-er, no, for a friend of mine. Do you ever get this weird feeling in your chest when you’re near someone?”

Yes I have it right now, you wanted to say. 

“What do you mean?” You asked instead, your cheeks instantly heating up. His face began to flush slightly. Feeling too embarrassed about the situation, his grip tightened on you and he looked away with a stubborn glare. 

“Never mind.” 

You didn’t question him further, and he was grateful. 

“What the hell is goin going on here!” You shot up from where you were laying, a petrified look on your face. 

“Mordecai, I can explain-” You couldn’t really. All you could focus on was the gun pointed straight at Troy’s head. “Please,” you weren’t sure what you were asking for, it all seemed to rush to your head at once and everything you wanted to say came out in that one word. Your heart began to race, the adrenaline not knowing where to go in your body. 

“About time you showed up,” Troy stood up with a cocky, fake grin on his face. His hand slightly twitched. “Was wondering if anyone was going to come save her. I couldn’t help getting bored.” Troy chuckled. Your head snapped over to him in confusion and shock. You looked back to Mordecai, a pleading and helpless look on your face. 

Mordecai paused and sighed, lowering his gun. You relaxed, only to tense up again when he grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the fast travel. “Wait..!!” You couldn’t find the right words to say. 

What about:

I don’t want to go. 

He’s not a bad person. 

Don’t tell the others about this. 

I care for him..

Instead, the words came flowing down your eyes as tears. 

“Wait-where are you taking her!” Troy demanded. You looked back to get one last look at Troy before you were fast traveled back to Sanctuary. 

“Mordecai..” You pleaded again. 

“Go to your room. We’ll discuss this later.” 

And you sure did. Lilith found out. You weren’t allowed to leave Sanctuary at all; having to be babysat by Claptrap whenever the others were away. You had no form of communication to speak with Troy, or see him. 

“I heard what happened..” A child like voice said. You looked over at Ava with a dull expression. She seemed nervous and was fiddling with her coat. “Here.” She handed you a device and walked away. 

On the device was a show soon revealing Troy and Tyreen. Not only could you see them, but you were able to send them messages. 

“This next on is for.. Me!” Tyreen laughed in shock and pleasure. “Let’s see.. ‘If I made you a necklace out of your favorite animal, would you wear it, God Queen?’ Heck yes!”

You stared at Troy and it felt like the whole words around you no longer existed. All you could see was him. The way he was staring at the screen made it seem like he was actually staring at you. Your heart skipped a beat. 

“So, um.. Just out of curiosity..”

Ba-bump.

“Do you ever get this weird feeling in your chest when you’re near someone..?” 

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

You do. 

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

You had it from the very beginning. 

Ba-bump.

“This next one is for .. Troy!” Tyreen’s voice was muffled. You couldn’t even see her, only your fingers that seemed to be tapping against the screen.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. 

“It says.. ‘Troy, I think I love you.’“ You ignored the commentary Tyreen was making, only focusing on how Troy would react. 

He seemed to freeze in shock, a flush clear on his face. His smirk turned into a lopsided grin. A real smile only he gave you. 

“I think I love you too.” 

And you could tell he was talking about you. 

[nortonluv]

Handsome Jack incorrect quote

(since I've been gone on here so long)

Jack: *angrily presses Y/n against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Are we about to kiss-

Just so everyone knows, I'm only gonna be taking requests for Handsome Jack x readers rn! Love ya!

[handsomekatagawa-archive]

Rhys and Reader trying for a baby hcs bc I have baby fever

He has always taken notice in the little things

He loves your nurturing nature and kindness

And he also admires the fact that you take no shit

So when you become more lenient with employees with children and offer to babysit for them and stuff like that, he knows somethings up

When he asks what's up, you give him a weird nonanswer

"oh im just trying to be a considerate boss!"

He also notices that you're smiling and waving at babies more

One day he decides that he needs an answer

"(Y/n), do you want to try for a baby?"

He's never really thought about having kids, but hes always thought it'd be pretty nice

You don't even have to answer

The excited glint in your eyes gives you away

Cue the two of you getting your health in check in preparation before trying for a baby

Vitamins, well balanced diets, yoga, tracking cycles, all kinds of shit really

Doctors say that when you're trying to conceive, you don't need to think ab it bc it adds extra stress

BUT ITS SO HARD

It takes a few tries but it happens

You and Rhys decided to not take any tests until symptoms showed up

As soon as you started feeling nauseated and fatigued, he fuckin zoomed you to the dr for tests

When the doctor tells you that you're pregnant, Rhys honestly sobs from happiness

"We're gonna have a baby!"

[legendaryskeletonpicklewolf]

Okay katagawa would love these tho like you can't convince me that man doesn't have a praise kink

[circiva]

God-King

heres my 5 hour descent into horneyville. ill edit this post with an actual readmore tomorrow bc ive written this entire thing on my phone in one sitting. fck everything else

CW: wing knk, aphrodisiacs, bathing, mildly dubious consent, monster knk, mild/implied cannibalism, MILD BL3 SPOILERS, en ess eff double u, rough sx, monster mouth troy :)

[moonbeam-broker]

_My mistake.

Rhys/Reader

trigger warning for PTSD + near-death experience + general angst

"_____," he whispers, and your name is like honeyed wine on his lips; sweetened with age, a tone that's vaguely questioning. "How did we get here?"

Warm, white sheets in the middle of the night, smack dab in the center of a large and luxurious bedroom. You wonder how he knew you were still awake, but chalk it up to your shared insomnia. "The goodwill of the universe, I guess." You give your best existential conjecture, eyes closed to his calm breathing.

"I would have called it luck," He hums, fickle, and you smile as you're drawn deep into memories. "But, I guess that counts." His arm loops around your shoulder, pulling you closer into him as you find yourself drifting. A frown mars his features, and unbeknownst to you his eyes have wandered from your skin to the dresser that faces him across the room, a cold glow emitting from the top drawer, slightly ajar--his drawer.

You sense his anxiety rising in stages. The goosebumps on his skin give away the chill that passes through his body as the ghost of his former self takes over. He struggles out of the sheets, out of your grasp, and stumbles forward in a sleepless stupor.

"...Rhys?" You question, blinking the bleariness from your eyes. He's quick to shut the drawer at your voice--a loud and erratic snap that jolts you upward and sets every nerve on edge. You panic quietly, gripping the sheets as you decide to stand from the bed to regard him, his form hunched over at the dresser with hands closed into tight fists at the top.

"You should have left me," He abruptly chokes out, "You should have just left me there to die." Audibly sobbing, having slipped into old, reopened wounds. His hands tremble as he removes them from the dresser, opening and closing as he's unsure of what to do with them. What to do with himself.

Your hands fly to cover your mouth, eyebrows furrowing as you're thrown into a fit of guilt and anger and sorrow all at once. Slowly your hands fall again as your legs move forward with fervor. "Rhys, no," You openly plead with him, "Stop--what are you talking about?"

He sucks in a breath, harsh and haunting. Your feet reach him, arms folding around him from behind as he wills himself to remain as still as a statue to your compassion. "Come back to me," You wish into his shoulder, "Where did you go? Please, talk to me."

"At Opportunity," He sighs outward, giving in to your touch with his resolve of silence steadily crumbling away. How long had he kept this in? "After I removed my cybernetics, I was bleeding out; I thought I was going to die, but you... came back for me."

"I looked everywhere for you," You whisper, rubbing his arm to hopefully soothe away his insecurity. "Even though things were iffy between us, even though I thought you'd sacrificed your sanity for some higher status, to some long-dead psychopath--Helios was falling. I was so afraid, I..." You pause to collect yourself, lightly grasping onto his arm for support as your legs shake.

The weight of the memory has you beat, tears welling and falling from your eyes at the flashback: of being alone in that sea of screaming people, shoved back and forth amidst the prospect of finding your grave at the space station's resting place. The fear shoots straight through you, causing a shuddering cry to rip from your throat.

"No, no..." Rhys responds immediately, turning in your grasp to hold you tightly against him. "It was all my fault; I did that to you, I did this to us."

"I needed to find you," You cry at him, "You were the first thing on my mind. I looked everywhere, because without you I would have died. I couldn't have gone on, I couldn't..."

"Don't say that..." He cradles your head against his chest, sighing out in irregular breaths. "Please, don't say that."

"I need you to hear it," You counter in anger and in frustration, "Because how dare you tell me that I should have left you! I would have left the one piece of myself that I needed."

He's unnervingly quiet as he considers this, chin resting on top of your head. His eyes close as he wills himself to stop crying, though his inner fear is still just as palpable. All he can offer is an apology and a wish for the two of you to go back to bed. He offers himself no closure.

He can't tell you that he kept the eye.

He can't tell you that the one thing keeping him awake is his own sorry state of empathy, that his mind is unwilling to willingly break anything of such value to him.

He can't admit to himself that he's a hoarder of his own disastrous decisions, that each failure sticks around and shapes his self-worth with every glance in the mirror. That when his reflection looks off, looks like someone else, it scares him to death.

He spends most of his time trying to run away from the same demon he intentionally keeps within arms' reach, and there's nothing--nothing--you can do to stop the cycle of pain he's created for himself. Because he thinks he deserves it.

And that's the worst mistake of them all.