#fiona x rhys

[elusivexx]

[admiralsweko]

Come one, come all! Check out my Rhyiona fanfiction collection!

Rhyiona Week 2023 Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3934606

Rotten Work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5295586 On Company Time: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48399910

Burn After Reading (18+): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48217033

Show-Off: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46202014

Worries As Big As The Moon: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20621948

Interested In Someone Else: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20291581

Unexpected: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18980332

[admiralsweko]

Holy smokes! 🤯🤯🤯🤯

A twofer!? I'm being so spoiled! How am I so dang blessed yet again!! ��🤩🤩🤩🤩

This is everything I hoped it would be! Amazing job, Sanzo!! I adore them both wholeheartedly. 😍😍

Some cute n hot sketch commissions for lovely @rin-bellatrix....i believe these were ment for @admiralsweko mmmm yess?

[incorrect-borderlands-quotes]

Rhys, about the Crimson Raiders: This is a cult. Fiona: What isn't a cult? You wear your Lulu Lemon leggings to yoga class where you hurt your body to impress the tiny lady. You get your hair done exactly the same as Handsome Jack. You do everything your therapist tells you to do. Pandora's cult-y? Rhys: Fiona: How about you won't buy a printer during Mercury in retrograde? Rhys: You're right. My life on Helios was as big a cult as this cult.

[comma-tose]

I love that Rhys and Fiona's outfits have similar vibes during the "present" time in tales from the borderlands.

I think there was a cut idea where they would have been working together to explain the similar outfits (I can't remember where I heard that so don't quote me on it), but since that didn't happen I prefer to think that it was Rhys subconsciously matching with Fiona because she was still on his mind after they got separated.

We see part of Fiona's outfit on a mannequin in the caravan during episode 1 and Rhys has the ability to scan it, so he definitely saw it.

And I like to think that even though he couldn't remember where he saw it the design stuck in his mind when he was getting his new outfit, something he couldn't quite remember but that felt comfortingly familiar and when he saw his own outfit on him, it just felt right for some reason.

And then he saw Fiona in her new outfit and had a moment of "oh fuck, that's where I got it from"

[rin-bellatrix]

BOOKED 🚔🚨🔒

Am I late to the Barbie and Ken meme that was popular months ago...?

...That's not important, what IS important is that Rhys is Straight Up Not Having A Good Time™️ and he's talking to the officers like "This won't go on my permanent record, right? It's all just a simple misunderstanding-!" And Fiona is like "What's the matter, Hyperion - this your first time getting arrested?"

True love is breaking the law together and arguing about whose fault it was ❤️

©rin-bellatrix 2024

☆ borderlands masterlist ⋆ main masterlist ☆

[timothylawrence]

Tales from the Borderlands (2014)

[nefertvrivivi]

[rhysiespeeces]

drew this bc i fall down the stairs a lot and my ex boyfriend got concerned and i thought hm . rhyiona.

[empyreansentinel]

rhyiona for the ship i hate meme because iirc you do not like that

i dont necessarily hate it, there's nothing wrong with it per say but. ehhhhhhhh.

[andaxay]

You’re a Sky Full of Stars

"What are you doing up here, anyway?"

"Practising," Fiona mumbled, eyeing the various buttons, dials and handles that made up the console.

"Again? Fi, it's like, two-am." Rhys glanced across at her to see her laser-focused stare pointed at a particularly intimidating button. The two were sitting - well, more lying down, since the ship was parked with its nose pointing toward the sky - facing the metal, grey roof of the warehouse housing said ship. "We got a couple of weeks before we leave, anyway."

"I can't fuck this up," she said quietly.

"And you won't!" Rhys exclaimed with such cheerful enthusiasm that Fiona looked at him in surprise. "Well, until you fall asleep at the wheel. Sleep deprivation is no joke, Fi," he said sagely as Fiona rolled her eyes and looked back at the console.

"Scooter has coffee," she said shortly, shrugging, and Rhys barked out a laugh.

"That motor oil that Scooter calls 'coffee' couldn't even perk up a, uh, someone who's already super perky."

Just a snippet of time between Rhys and Fiona as the group make preparations to fly to Helios. Fiona's just trying to practise driving the caravan spaceship death can, for goodness sake!

Rated T for a couple of f-bombs, one-shot, Rhys/Fiona, 1517 words.

For @rin-bellatrix, who left a lovely comment on one of my fics and brought out this THING in me!

[elusivexx]

━༻ ｔｅｍｐｔａｔｉｏｎ ༺━

[admiralsweko]

Rhyiona Week 2023 Day Four

Prompt: Temptation

In the Small Hours

Like a devil on my shoulder you keep whispering in my ear

And it's gettin' hard for me to do the right thing here

I wanna do the right thing, baby

- You Should Probably Leave by Chris Stapleton

Beep, Beep, Beep!

Distantly, Rhys registered the sound of his morning alarm chiming. Fighting his way to wakefulness, he automatically turned toward the holographic clock emitting from the surface of the nightstand and dismissed the alert with a swipe. His head hit the pillow once more with a muted thump. Although sleep beckoned invitingly, he knew he had to get started on the day. He rubbed his hand across his face and pushed himself up to seated, trying to shake the last vestiges of rest from his slumberous mind. 

Glancing over, he saw through the soft shadows of neon light glowing from the window that the alarm hadn’t roused his companion. Still sleeping peacefully, Fiona’s eyes remained closed tightly. Her deep, steady breath whistled through her slightly parted lips. A scarlet lock of hair lay across her cheek, inviting Rhys to brush it aside. His caress was tender as he tucked the stray strands in line. These were the moments he treasured dearly, when she was not only her most vulnerable, but completely at peace. His heart brimming with drowsy adoration, he leaned over and planted a kiss to her cheek. She mumbled softly in her sleep; a wordless noise of protest or acknowledgement, of which he wasn’t quite sure.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet automatically found their home in his favorite well worn slippers. A yawn overtook him, followed by a stretch. Arms reaching overhead, his back arched.

“Rhys?” A sleepy voice spoke his name behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder at her, he smiled at the charming sight of her blinking up at him. “Hey,” he whispered. “Good morning. Sorry if I woke you.” 

“Ugh, what time is it?” Never much of an early riser, she rubbed at her eyes before looking to the window. “It’s still dark out?” 

“It’s early,” he replied with a grin. “Go back to sleep.” 

She gave a disgruntled huff. Expecting her to turn over and fall back to sleep, he opened the digital interface of his mechanical palm and began reviewing his schedule for the day. He sighed as he scratched at the back of his head. It was going to be a long day. Mentally plotting out his approach for the task of so many sequential meetings, he barely acknowledged the small hand  that rubbed against his bare back and up along a length of his spine. Soon, the hand was joined by its twin. 

“You’re nice and warm,” she mumbled. 

He felt the bed shift under her weight as she scooted closer. She pressed into him from behind, her knees bumping into his tailbone. Her hands slid up the muscles of his back, coming to rest at his shoulders.

“Whatcha looking at?” she murmured over his shoulder. 

“My schedule,” he replied, absentmindedly. 

“Hmm, busy, busy, busy,” she hummed as her left hand slipped down his bicep. 

“Well, it comes with the–” he trailed off, his entire train of thought fizzling out in the wake of the heated kiss she pressed to his shoulder. 

Awareness of her amorous intentions flooded his body with heat. Her left hand continued its lazy journey down the back of his arm and slipped effortlessly under it, her fingers splayed against his ribs as she made her way towards his chest. Electricity danced across his skin, awakening his nerves.

All the while, she kissed along his shoulder, her lips leaving sweet lingering love bites. Her right hand slid up into his hair and took the short locks in a loose grip. Lost in the sensation of her attention, his eyes fluttered closed as he momentarily surrendered to the pleasure. Her kisses coming up to his neck, she gave his hair a gentle tug, coaxing him to bare his throat for her. 

“Fi,” he breathed her name. Even as he obliged her seductive urging, he knew he shouldn’t give in. He really had no time to spare today. 

She acknowledged him with a nibble at the sweet spot where his neck met his shoulder.

I can’t. I really shouldn’t. I have too much to do this morning. 

She took his earlobe between her teeth and gave it a harmless tug. The litany of excuses grew quieter as his will weakened further.

Trying to gather his wits, he grabbed her left wrist, halting her progress as she smoothed her fingers across his chest. “Fi,” he swallowed, trying to quench his parched throat. “I really need to get up.” 

Her laugh was soft as it fluttered against his neck. “Well, Mr. CEO, it seems to me you already are.” 

As she spoke, she ignored his hold on her wrist, instead trailing her fingers down his abdomen until the tips of her fingers played under the elastic band of his pajama pants. His cheeks flushed as he realized her double entendre.

He stifled a low groan as she moved lower. 

“Stay with me,” she whispered in his ear. “Five more minutes, I swear.” 

Despite recognizing it for the lie it was, he was powerless to resist her. Swiftly, he tugged her wrist as he shifted on the bed, gracefully pulling her into his lap. Her breathy laugh was cut short when his hand slipped under the thin cotton of her t-shirt, finding the smooth warmth of her skin beneath. 

“Okay,” he capitulated. Their noses bumped in the dark before they found the perfect angle. He captured her lips in a hasty, heated kiss. “But we have to be quick.”

[admiralsweko]

Oh my god! 😳

Rhys in his underwear is 🔥🔥🔥

This is hilarious btw! I love this trope for them so much! I know it's been mentioned a time or two in the Rhyiona discord server.

There has to be a fan fiction like this ….right?

[incorrect-borderlands-quotes]

Fiona: So when you lost consciousness and fell down like an overwhelmed Victorian woman - Rhys: I fell normal, I fainted in a normal way. Fiona: You put the back of your hand to your forehead and spun around. Rhys: That never happened, I fainted in a normal or maybe even masculine way.

[memoriesofachicken]

"You better stop looking at my sister like that, I swear to f***ing god..."