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@turretsexual
boringass rp blog for axton from borderlands. we take nothing seriously here. canon-compliant except bl3, axton’s wiki is here, banner credit here
rules: IC =/= OOC, i only write top!axton, problematic fiction is great but don’t be weird about real life human rights. writer’s 21+
mains: @zer0fuxks (zer0) // @lowerqualityrp (maya)
After the Battle at Moxxi’s (Based on the Shawarma scene from Avengers)
“I said I didn’t-” Another deep sigh. Blast it all for having that damn blanket now. It was still too hot to sleep with something like it.
Oh what the hell, it wasn’t like he was going to be able to say anything against it now with the man already gone.
Though what did concern him was the mans… Choice words.
Really, who yells ‘who’s your daddy’ at some ratches?
And he thought this loneliness over the last few years had made him insane.
“Welcome back.” Knoxx simply replies, sitting on the bed looking over the rifle in his hands. Clearly, what was previously an S&S Munitions rifle based on the bee paint they’re used to doing.
“Set it to one side, I’ll get your ammo.” He holstered the rifle on his back then crouched under the bed to pull out the three cases then handed them to Axton. “Should last you a while. If you’re the spray and pray type though… I’d give it a week max. Ever need more, you know where to find me.”
Axton lays the ratches out as told, and then brightens happily when he's offered the bullets he needs. "Aw, sweet!"
Most of the cases are put in that ever-endless backpack (thank God for digistructing), but some quick mags for reload are delegated into some of his more accessible pockets. "Thanks!
"Now let's get to makin' a fire." He claps his hands together once, turning around to look around the rest of the factory space. "This place has gotta have one of those metal barrels to make fire in, right?
"I got me some herbs from good ol' Demophon" -- Axton laughs, cocky and pleased -- "so we're gonna have some real good barbecue, guy."
Somewhere in his tiny, tiny brain, he'd come to the conclusion that they'd be having dinner together. Considering he's hopping over to one of the empty barrels and peering in to see if he can create a makeshift grill out of it, he clearly thinks he's still invited.
Always with the weapons. Always. He never needed them why did they only ever offer weapons?
A deep, loud sigh. “I’ve been sleeping on it fine for two years now.” Well, at least two years. Hard to remember years when Promethea continued to look the same as ever.
“Let me see the guns, I’ll decide if they’re worth the trade. And no, before you ask, you cannot use the mech. It’s locked under my authority only so don’t think about trying to steal it.”
He pulled out three cases of rifle ammunition before closing up the bigger case and slid it back behind the mech. Now he stood up, looking down at the other man as he held out a hand.
Though after assessing each one he sighed deeply. “If anything had been Atlas-related I would have probably taken. These aren’t exactly worth the price, sorry. Look, how about you get some Ratches for me then. It’ll save me walking outside for once.”
"You want me to--" Axton sighs, puts his shit away, and then says, "Yeah, all right." Because whatever fucked up moral code he's left with, "helping an old dude get dinner" is probably the nice thing to do.
On his way out, he passes by the bed, dumping the blanket on it. "You can have this for free."
And then he's out the door.
Contrary to popular belief, he doesn't get the damn things with bullets. Besides a few "fuck yeah!"s and "who's your daddy!?"s, outside is pretty silent.
Fifteen minutes later and Axton has a good bundle of ratches hanging from his belt when he returns. They're already decapitated for convenience.
"Honey, I'm home!" This'll show him.
Knoxx had really been banking on the other staying outside. Oh well could’ve been worse.
“Look around. That’s your answer. Any other questions?”
He wasn’t much for conversation it seemed, though what the older man had taken as a home was tidy. Cleaning out the unnecessary parts it looked relatively livable. Though the steel ‘bed’ was obviously not that comfortable, he didn’t have many other options lest he wanted to be sleeping against a hot steel pipe.
Though that steel pipe was great for cooking.
“What kind of ammunition you looking for? Assault rifle? Sniper rifle?”
He turned into a side room from the main area, turning on a light where a large mech stood unused but clearly seen many battles. The old general reaching around it to pull out a large case. “Now, I don’t just hand these out for free, what you offering in trade?”
He wasn’t expecting much. Maybe some useless gun he didn’t need cluttering up more space in this side room.
The mech has Axton staring for a good bit, almost forgetting he'd been asked a question.
And then, a bit hurriedly, he says, "Uh, some mags for my AR'd be nice.
"As for trade..." He hefts his pack around, making it so the thing is hanging at his front instead of behind him. Frowning, Axton rifles through it, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he does.
"A'ight. I got some fine Jakobs revolvers, Vladof-brand rifles-- two of 'em-- and a Dahl sniper."
A beat.
"I also got a blanket. Which your hard bed looks like it could use, dude."
“What the hell are you looking here for bullets for? And hey, this is my home for a little while, respect my shithole. It could be worse, have you seen the rest of Promethea?”
Casually he downed his glass, ignoring the burn as he watched the man. “Fine, you stay here and I’ll get your bullets. Or you can follow me, I don’t care. But don’t go running off or I’ll reactivate the old turrets. Got it?”
Deep sigh as he balanced the glass, now empty, on the railing. Which should have been impossible to begin with and yet there it was, balancing.
“Too old to be dealing with a younger generation of military folk…”
"Where the hell would I go?" Axton asks, following after the other man much like a puppy at its master's heels. "This is the only shelter for miles--"
The sight of the balanced glass has him pausing, pointing at it, and saying a quick, "That's cool."
Then he's jogging after the man again.
"--again, only shelter. Man, are you seriously living out here, though?"
VACATION ON PANDORAAAAAAA!! (thanks @general-kalani for taking the pic HEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEH)
{ I remembered you now >:3 @turretsexual }
“Well I have no idea what the hell brought you here but uh… Hi. Enjoy yourself while you’re here I guess… Who the hell let this guy in here and how the hell did he find me?”
He definitely didn’t forget he was alone in his own ‘home’ of this abandoned old factory.
"Dude," Axton says, as point-blank as ever, "you live in a shithole.
"I just wanted to find some bullets. How was I supposed to know some guy was living in here?"
At least he's not getting shot at, though. He'll count that as a plus.
@therelignedstars sent: “I’m not really a.. yawn..night owl..”
Axton chuckles, looking from the scope of his sniper rifle to where Jacqueline sits at his side. The yawn was kind of cute. Kind of.
"Makes a guy wonder why you'd go for the night shift, then," he muses. "Y'know, Lilith had some day shifts up for grabs, too."
@zer0fuxks sent: “You trying to be scary?”
Axton growls, hands bracketing Zer0's waist as he hovers over him.
"I'm trying to be sexy."
Come on-- a beefcake like him, hovering over Zer0 like this? How can he not be sexy? He's even got his shirt off, for chrissakes, and Zer0 loves when he's shirtless!
Axton huffs, biting lightly at Zer0's chin. "Thought you liked it when I loomed all menacingly."
zer0 looking at his husband thru his fav sniper :3
@strongfuck we need to touch grass
there are two kinds of vacation pics
Suck it: a Jaxton Story
Author: @turretsexual
© 2021
Initially strucken with awe at how skilled Axton was, Jack soon becomes infatuated with the vault hunter. Despite the desire to hire him, Axton’s made it quite clear that he has no interest in becoming a Hyperion goon, choosing the life as a Vault Hunter and being hunted down by the very man who sought to employ him.
Though, despite it all, the infatuation becomes his own form of demented love towards the bandit. Nothing surprises him more that the feelings are reciprocated.
Will their love persevere? Or will one of them have to put a bullet between the other’s eyes?
"i can fix him" i like him evil actually. i can help him (kill people)
@turretsexual “oops”.
