#borderlands fic

[hyperwitch]

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[heavybreathingcatt]

Draft Scene of Rhys TRYING to connect with Timothy Lawrence. Tim speech is in bold.

"Do you know what years of performing extreme violence does to a person? It becomes physical. Psychological. Instinctual."

Rhys looks like he wants to interrupt. Lawrence cuts him off with a cold stare.

"I once broke a man's neck because he took too long to move along in the line."

Rhys looks sympathetic. He's trying so hard to 'see' the real Timothy Lawrence.

"Living on Pandora — among desperate people — this place has a way of making us all do things we regret —"

"I was at a Hyperion Mother's day breakfast."

Rhys goes pale. Lawrence continues:

"Jack wasn't watching me. Hell, he was off planet somewhere. I was unsupervised. Free practically. Could have left, but I didn't. I stayed to score a free muffin and flirt with a few desperate single aging middle managers, and then, when the monotony got too much, I snapped. And so did Johnny Dancer's C7 vertebra.

There is a long pause from Rhys before he speaks.

"You rembered the name of the man you hurt. Some where deep down. You do care."

"Every heard of fucking exposition? Storytelling?" Lawrence waved the bottle he was drinking from, revealing the Boubons label.

'Johnny Dancer 2886 Elpis Boubon'

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

Four of Cups (Reversed) (2043 words) by hallowlock Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs Characters: Alistair Hammerlock, Wainwright Jakobs Additional Tags: Anniversary, wedding anniversary, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Gift Giving, Implied Sexual Content, Smoking, Alcohol, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Old Married Couple, old man bara, So Married, Men Crying, Sir Hammerlock Has ADHD, Wainwright Jakobs Has Arthritis, Trans Sir Hammerlock, Trans Wainwright Jakobs, T4T Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs, the transsexualism isnt super relevant but its there as always Summary:

The day was March the twenty-sixth, and it had been long. Very, very long. Of course, it would be foolish to expect less of the wedding anniversary of Sir Alistair Hammerlock-Jakobs and Wainwright Del Frisco Jakobs-Hammerlock.

(For the 4th anniversary of Guns, Love and Tentacles' release.)

[a-rogue-tiddy-bot]

I have a serious dilemma that I need HELP with

I can't find my favorite Rhys fic. I'm hoping if I spit out enough details, someone will remember it and know where I can find it.

It was Timothy/Rhys.

Timothy was living as a badass hermit on Pandora with a pet skag that he tamed himself.

I think Rhys encountered him by passing out in the middle of nowhere by himself, and being found and nursed back to health. Aww.

I think the story took place after Rhys yanked Jack out of his eyeball, but I'm really iffy about that detail.

It was written prior to the release of Borderlands 3, so no big ugly mustache, thank fuck.

It was hosted on ao3.

That's it. That's all the info I remember. The name of both the fic and the author are long forgotten, but big buff Timothy will live on in my heart and my mind forever.

And his pet skag. The skag was cute.

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #7

Borderlands - #7 - Blindness

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Timothy wasn’t sure why he’d possibly expected anything else.

Sure, some Vault Hunters had shown up on Moxxi’s orders. Sure, they’d managed to unknowingly save him from Pretty Boy’s attack. Sure, they were working with him, albeit with large amounts of suspicion involved. Things had been going, by Timothy’s standards, pretty well for a while there.

So, sure, everything was now going tits-up in the most spectacular way, because Timothy and good luck were things that were simply incompatible.

“Ah, curse you, boyo. It’s like you wanna get shot,” Zane said, snagging Timothy’s sleeve and yanking him back behind cover. “When I say ‘stay down’, it’s not exactly a request.”

“I was seeing if any of those corpses were close enough for me to snag a gun,” Timothy said, anxiously rubbing at his wrist where his watch used to be. Jack had taken that away swiftly after sticking Timothy in here. He’d claimed it was because Timothy was safe enough not to need it anymore, but Timothy knew it was just so he would behave himself without his main means of defense.

Zane digistructed a gun and tossed it into Timothy’s lap. “I’ll be takin’ that back when we’re done here. Also not a request.”

“Yea, sure, gramps. Got it.” Timothy cautiously poked his head out of cover and fired to get a feel for the gun. 

He wasn’t all that bad of a shot, really. But he’d always been the- well, not the weakest, not with Claptrap around. But certainly at the bottom of the Elpis Vault Hunter food chain in terms of talent. His watch is what allowed him to keep pace with the others so well.

Now he was fighting side-by-side with a mercenary armed to the teeth with gadgets. Hell, his teeth probably had gadgets tucked away in their gaps knowing this guy. 

Timothy was definitely the weak link right now. Years of sporadic fighting, mostly guerilla-warfare style, had caused him to lose what touch he used to have. His shots were hitting targets, but not with the frequency that Zane’s were.

“Zane, this is bad,” Timothy hissed as more Looters swarmed into the room, keeping them pinned down at the other end. Stupid freaking Pretty Boy and his stupid freaking bounty. 

As if the bastard had read Timothy’s mind, his voice came over his ECHO. “You might as well surrender now, Timmo! No way you’re makin’ it outta this one, kid.”

“Oi, keep it down ya bastard, I’m trying to think of a way outta this one,” Zane said impatiently. “Turn that thing off, boyo.”

“What- can you do that? Are you saying I could’ve, like, hung up on Jack all those years ago?” Timothy said. 

“Haven’t a clue!” Zane admitted. “But if it’s possible, figure out how. Alright, alright, got a plan. Bit risky. Where does that side wall lead?”

“He’s not gonna blow up the wall, he’s not gonna blow up the wall, he’s not gonna-”

“He is,” Zane confirmed before Timothy could keep muttering desperately to himself. “Where’s it gonna take us, lad?”

“Uh…” Timothy tried to focus on the layout as Zane laid down another spray of gunfire at the advancing Looters. “Gift shop. Similar layout to this room, but with more cover. One exit.”

“Better than our current predicament,” he said, pulling out a grenade. “I’ll drop me barrier to keep us covered, lob a grenade, and hope this place can withstand a little reconstruction. You shoot to keep them back so they’re not rushin’ us.”

Timothy hastily reloaded the gun, nodding. “This is a bad plan, just for the record. Probably one of the dumbest plans I’ve ever heard, actually, and I was on a team with Claptrap.” 

“Not my worst, surprisingly!” Zane said cheerfully. “Now, get ready to- ah, shite.”

“What?” Timothy’s head whipped around to see what had alarmed Zane.

Before he could see anything wrong, Zane was leaping at him, trying to press him flat on the ground and shield him, one hand fumbling for his barrier. The explosion went off before he could grab it.

The noise was so loud that Timothy felt like the explosion itself had been crammed into his ears. He cried out, first in alarm, then in agony as something struck his face.

Zane kept him pinned down as debris rained down on them, trying to shield Timothy’s face too late. Timothy writhed beneath him, trying to free a hand to press it to his injured face. 

It wasn’t until debris had settled that Zane let him up. Timothy pressed his hands to his right eye, panic steadily filling him as his vision remained dark.

A second explosion ripped through the room and Timothy flinched back. He yelled when someone grabbed his arm and yanked him.

“Me,” Zane said, his voice urgent. “C’mon, boyo, c’mon.”

Timothy stumbled after him, the panic making it hard to breathe. He tried to speak, to tell Zane what was happening, but all that came out was a choked sob. 

Zane tugged him down, squeezing his arm. “Alright, definitely more cover here. I’m thinkin’ we can cover-hop now until we can make a hole in the crowd at the exit and slip through. The others are still too far out to make it to us anytime soon, but if we can get out of here, we might be able to find a place to hide and lose ‘em.” 

“Zane!” Timothy finally managed, his voice breaking. “I can’t- I can’t see!”

A hand touched his face and he winced. “Dammit, that debris got your eye. Well, that depth-perception thing’ll throw ya off, but I just need you to fire and scare ‘em off. I’ll make sure I don’t miss.”

“No,” Timothy moaned, pushing his hand away. He gripped the mask and yanked it off, hands trembling. “No, Zane, I can’t see!”

Zane fell silent, even as the gunfire continued around them. After a moment, he let out a sharp curse.

“Dammit, boyo, you could’ve mentioned you were already blind in one eye,” Zane said, touching Timothy’s face again to examine his injured right eye. He had no idea if the damage to that eye would be permanent. Most likely, especially since they couldn’t get him proper medical attention. 

Timothy reached out wildly, hand knocking against Zane’s arm. He gripped it tightly.

“Don’t leave me,” he begged, his breathing unsteady. “Please, don’t leave me!”

“Calm down,” Zane said, shaking his shoulder a little. “I’m not leavin’ you. Besides, I always did love a challenge.”

He was glad Timothy couldn’t see the strain in his eyes. This was a hell of a lot more than a challenge now. He had no idea how to get them out of this by himself while also keeping Timothy protected.

But he’d managed worse. He’d find a way.

Timothy clung to him, terrified and in the grips of panic over his loss of sight. Zane squeezed his shoulder before taking the gun from him. Poor lad wouldn’t need it now.

Nothing to do but fight, then. Zane grimaced at the blood running down Timothy’s face, at the way his head whipped around in terror at every noise. 

Zane pulled him close, trying to shut down his feelings so he didn’t get distracted when he needed to stay focused. Still, it was hard not to feel a twinge of sorrow at knowing the poor kid would never get to see the outside of this cursed casino he’d spent seven years trapped in. That he’d been so close to escaping, only to have yet another piece of him brutally taken right at the end.

Life wasn’t fair. Zane could do nothing for Timothy now but get them out of here, so he tucked the now-blind victim of Jack against his side and began firing once more.

[becauseanders]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games) Relationships: Ellie & Lilith (Borderlands), Lilith/Roland (Borderlands) Characters: Lilith (Borderlands), Patricia Tannis, Ellie (Borderlands) Additional Tags: Sirens (Borderlands), Borderlands: Borderlands 3, Hurt/Comfort, as much comfort as there can be anyway, Addiction, Withdrawal, Grief/Mourning, Powerless Lilith (Borderlands), she is not coping with this and tbh how could she be expected to, Behind the Scenes, Vaguely suicidal ideation, Feelings of Helplessness, Found Family, Title from a Coheed and Cambria song

She doesn't recognize herself without her tattoos.

[handsomesilco]

No one knows what it's like // Handsome Jack fic

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Handsome Jack x fem!reader in first person. A short fluffy thing I wrote to soothe myself. Loosely inspired by 'Behind blue eyes'.

I apologize for any grammar mistake.

Enjoy xx

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I sipped the liquor in the cup as I laid on the comfortable couch in front of the library. Jack's office had always been quite amusing to be in: the greatness of it all was breathtaking to say the least. I loved that nice spot in front of the fireplace that he left out for me to hang around. I knew that it could change with a simple touch of his sleek fingers on the console... And that the airlock room would come out in its place. A corner of delight suddenly transformed into a corner of murder and death.

I've never been a fan of Jack's ways to deal with... Liabilities. I don't think anyone in the entirety of Hyperion ever stood up for that. There were many wrong ways about the man... The dark side couldn't be ignored. It was huge, a deep dark shadow which became evident right there on his devilish grin. Was I scared of his behaviour? At times. Was I also tremendously in love?

His footsteps announced his arrival in the office; I got up from the couch and finished the expensive drink he used to buy just for me. Seeing him come in with his scruffy hair and that tired look on his face made my heart warm and my lips curved into a smile. He hadn't realized I was there yet so he started mumbling a little song to himself. He hated getting caught when he did that.

«Oh, come on Jackie. You know I hate that song.» I complained with a giggly voice.

He startled for a second and his eyes went right for the source of the sound. His stare was to die for, his heterochromia a challenge to my heartbeats.

«For fuck's sake, kitten. You could at least tell me before coming in the office.» he grunted while rolling his eyes in an attempt to sound assertive. I couldn't keep the laugh to myself and I almost ran towards him. I could see he was terribly tired and probably not in the mood for my excitement; however, his absence had been something I had to endure for way too long. He welcomed me in his embrace, grinning as his hands came into touch with my soft curves. We stood like that for a while, holding each other as tight as we could. We both needed a break from everyday life. He sniffed into my hair, kissing them afterwards, and then rest his head on mine.

«Today has been the worst fucking day ever, buttercup. And I'm afraid it's not nearly finished. So many things still to do, fricking bandits to shoot and vault hunters to check up on. You know they already reached Sanctuary? How fucking unbelievable.» he grumbled disappointingly, glancing the computer on his desk from afar. I broke the embrace and I looked at him straight in the eyes, making sure he did the same with me. I could see there was anxiety, sadness, fatigue and determination in them. I could see the broken pieces and the desperation to glue them in together. He really believed in his mission, he believed in his own greatness, or so he was forced to do so as not to wipe out everything he was and lived up to be right until that moment. He really thought he was the hero. I couldn't bring myself to defend his position entirely; I knew there was some kind of wrong in both parties, I knew he was too ambitious and his plan could eventually get him killed in no time. Which is why I was always there by his side, no matter the moral behind it. He needed someone to stand up for him, he needed someone to save him. Someone who knew what it was like to be a somewhat bad man. But also... Not necessarily the villain of the story. Behind his beautiful blue and green eyes, there was a soul. Broken, damaged, loving soul.

«Can I help in any way?» I pointed out, gently caressing his chin where the mask met the skin underneath. He knew I was always ready to be there for him but he couldn't believe it. Everytime, he paused to think if I was serious in my support. If I was... Truly an ally of his. If I really loved him without any tricks up my sleeve.

«I don't think you can, pumpkin. Buuuut you could always stay here with me and... I dunno. Dance for me or something. Show me the beautiful lingerie I know you have underneath that pretty dress of yours. Keep my brain occupied. And... Maybe something else, too.» he scoffed mischievously, holding me tight in his arms. He started looking at me with that intense smirk of his which could always get my head dizzy.

I know that going back to sex was... A way of escaping the deeper feelings. But I was fine with that. I was gonna show him my outmost love in the language he knew how to speak. And I was gonna prove to him, for the millionth time, that I was never gonna leave his side. I took his head in my hands and pulled it towards me. I kissed his soft lips over and over again, tasting the flavour of his mouth even with the mask on. Who knew; maybe he would have let me take that off this time. Let me see the man behind the beast, the scar behind the façade. He took my hand and brought me over to his desk, sitting down on his chair and welcoming me in his lap.

«Jack I lo--» I started out before he shut my mouth up with his finger. He knew what I was about to say and he almost always never allowed me too. It was still to heartbreaking for him. He needed to keep his boundaries up, still. But the look in his eyes told me a different story. And now, for the first time ever since the moment we met, he whispered something in return.

«Me too, princess. Me... Me too.»

[vivinightingale]

Bl3 hunters when you come out to them as Gay ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

Zane Flynt:

He would look at you blankly (making you a bit nervous) before he raises his glass a cheers

"That's great boyo!" He would sling his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer. "If you look'en for a partner I know a couple guys you might be intrested in."

He is also the type to say "What if kissed under the calypso shrine jkjkjk......unless 👀 👀"

He will 10000000% be there for you no matter what.

Ngl he will flirt a lot more with you, unless you dont like it then he will respect your wishes and stop.

If not however expect a lot of cheesey pickup lines.

If the two do start dating at some point expect lots of drunk kisses, wandering hands, and a LOT of pda (this man isnt scared)

Fl4k:

When you come out to Fl4k they will nod "I respect you partner preferences, and I am honored that you trust me enough to come out to me"

They will make sure that anyone who talks shit about you will fed to their pets.

They are one of those friends who will not only help you pick out a Partner, but they will also have high standards because "you deserve the best partner"

Let them catch Zane flirting with you, and you telling him to stop. Zane maybe his friend, but he would also be a good snack for Mr. Chew

You: Fl4k no it was harmless it's fine really!

Fl4k: He has shown you mercy when I would have not, watch your step Flynt Death's sweet kiss isnt to far from your neck

Zane: 😨😨

Moze:

She is honestly touched that you would come out to her.

Though she doesnt say it out loud she loves doing her nails, so if your down she will 1000000% to meddi paddies with you.

The two of you will always be checking out the guys when you hang out at bar.

You: he got a nice body

Moze: yeah but do you think he got a big d***

You: mmmmm possibly??

Moze: not good enough.

Wont take ahit from anyone who tries to talk about you.

He started a fight on Sanctuary III when some guy started calling you rude names, but dont worry she mopped the floor with him.

Amara:

When you tell her she will have the softest smile you've ever seen on her face and she will say "I'm proud of you for being brave, and as long as you have inner peace I dont care who you prefer to take to bed"

Saying she will smack a hoe for talking shit about you is putting it lightly.

(She nearly killed a woman when she started talking shit at the bar)

If your good with makeup, in her off days she will come to you for tip and tricks.

You: so you start blending the eyeshadow but not too much.

Amara: *struggling a bit but following your directions*

You: your doing great!

Amara: *smiles with more confidence in her work*

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