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moxxis-bar · 2 years

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I think something platonic with the Calypsos would be cool! Maybe you all became friends on the ECHOnet as kids before they started streaming?

Internet Friends

Platonic Calypso Twins x Gender Neutral Reader

I’m so sorry it took me forever to write this! I’m a dummy who’s bad at time management. It wasn’t specified if this was a oneshot or headcanons, so I just wrote a oneshot, but I liked how this turned out so I might come back and write another part for this. I don’t remember if the Calypsos had access to the ECHOnet as kids since it’s been a minute since I’ve played through Borderlands 3, but we’re just going to assume they did lol

Content: Platonic fic, takes place before the events of Borderlands 3

SPOILER WARNING! Slight spoilers for Borderlands 3 and the Calypso Twins’ backstories.

Your phone couldn’t seem to stop vibrating because of the sudden influx of messages from two of your internet friends, a set of twins who looked to the ECHOnet to save them from the boredom of their lives, at least, that’s what they told you. You spent an amount of your time online, talking to them about everything there was to talk about, and they kept in touch with you often, creating a group chat between the three of you to talk in.

‘hey’

‘heyyyyyyyyy’

‘u should get online’

‘nd settle a fight between me n troy’

‘bc this idiot thinks pineapple belongs on pizza’

Tyreen blew up your Echo Device as she often did, desperate to get your attention. The heavy hand unit never seemed to stop buzzing, even as you picked it up, only now you were being bombarded by both twins.

‘ty is a LIAR’

‘that is NOT what we were fighting abt’

‘and my pizza opinions have NOTHING to do with this’

‘I SWEAR SHES LYING’

‘plz get on’

‘i need another voice of reason’

This was a very common occurrence, you can’t even begin to count the number of times you’ve been dragged into their weird arguments with absolutely zero context, but it was always fun to watch how passionate they were about these weird disagreements. Ready to join in and get some context, you typed into the group chat you shared with the twins.

‘whats this abt troy liking pineapple on pizza?’

It only took a few seconds for Troy to respond, Tyreen following shortly after.

'‘THATS NOT WHAT I SAID TY IS LYING TO YOU’

‘nuh uh he totally said that’

‘did not’

‘ok he basically said that’

‘basically and totally arent the same thing’

The conversation was taken over by Troy and Tyreen again until you typed back.

‘wait ok so what did troy say?’

‘all i said was that pineapple on pizza can still be valid if you dont like it’

Tyreen was quick to respond, excited by what she assumed was an admission from Troy.

‘y’know who would say that? people who like pineapple on pizza’

‘I NEVER SAID I LIKE IT I JUST SAID ITS VALID’

‘HOW IS IT VALID???? IT’S AN ABOMINATION TO PIZZA’

‘LISTEN SOME PEOPLE JUST LIKE A BIT OF SWEETNESS TO THEIR PIZZA’

‘ARE YOU SEEING THIS (Y/N)??? IM TELLING YOU HE LIKES PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA’

The chat continued to be flooded with messages of Tyreen accusing Troy of liking pineapple on pizza, while Troy tried his best to explain himself, though you weren’t really sure if he was desperate to make Tyreen believe him, or if he was actually hiding the possibility of him liking pineapple on pizza. The world may never know.

‘whenever we meet up we gotta get troy some pineapple pizza and settle this’

‘YESSS THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA’

Tyreen typed back excitedly, loving the suggestion, much to Troy’s chagrin you assumed.

‘im not eating pineapple on pizza for you weirdos’

‘besides’

‘even if i would’

‘its not like dad would ever let us go see you’

‘he definitely wouldn’t let you come see us either’

‘not like you could find us anyhow’

Oh. That’s right. You’d nearly forgotten. They’d mentioned before that their dad refused to let them go out. Something about him being super protective of them. Well, even if it wasn’t possible, it was a fun idea to imagine, spending actual, in-person, time with the twins. You would be able to see them face-to-face and fulfill all the other weird plans that stemmed from the strange but fun conversations you had with the twins. They’d told you that it was unrealistic to ever actually see each other, but you still held on to that slight hope that maybe one day you’d be able to finally meet them.

Tyreen texted back.

‘ugh thats right’

‘mannnn’

‘its not like he can actually keep us here all our lives’

‘even if he tried’

‘he won’t be able to stop us >:)’

‘we’ll be so sneaky nd run away’

‘and then we’ll come see u’

‘waddya think troy?’

‘i guess…’

‘but i do wanna see (y/n)’

Tyreen was often playful when she talked with you and Troy, but you wondered if any part of her was serious about that. About running away from her father with Troy. Your thoughts were interrupted as your ECHO device vibrated once again, this time a message from Troy.

‘OH UR NEVER GONNA BELIEVE WHAT TYREEN DID LAST NIGHT’

‘SO SHE GOT UP LAST NIGHT CAUSE SHE GOT HUNGRY’

‘AND’

‘TROY DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT STORY’

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helpfandom · 8 months

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Platonic yandere siren twins and half sibling reader who's secretly working with the crimson raiders

Taglist: @yanderefangirl and someone who didn't request to be on the taglist, @plague-cure

"How fucking dare you?" is the main thing crossing their minds when they find out what you've done. But this?

This?

This is worse than the time when they found out they had a HALF-Sibling, even if that sibling [you] ended up being one of the greatest things in their life, they were still mad at their father 'forgetting' their mother and getting with another woman.

But working with the Crimson Raiders? They understand you might be throwing a temper-tantrum, but that's too far.

They are so upset, they personally teleport to you and ruin the bandit camp. Anyone who was there is dead now, screams of pain as faces are melted off, that camp is nothing more than ashes now.

Tyreen grips your face, struggling with her anger to not dust you accidentally, while Troy prepares a spot where you're going to be a nice doll and sit while COV propaganda is blasted into your ears.

Anything they might have had at the Crimson Raiders that was positive is dashed to pieces now so tiny a microscope can't pick it up. They want the Crimson Raiders to BURN.

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altrodent · 1 year

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Tunnel Vision

Pairing: Troy Calypso x Siren Vault Hunter Reader

Genre/warnings: Slight Borderlands 3 spoilers, angst to fluff, swearing, violence, mutual comfort, slightly out of character, not proof.-read 😭

Summary: After finally making your way to one of the last vaults, you now have to face one of your biggest challenges yet. But luckily this “challenge” has a weak spot for you, that even he doesn’t realize.

Two steps onto the Sanctuary’s cold metal floors, just like the good days. Unfortunately, this time on the ship had a good possibility of being your last. You head up to the deck, Lilith insists to say your goodbyes to the others and you do so. Claptrap, Ava, Tannis, even Marcus. They all knew what could happen, but you’re a vault hunter, if they really didn’t trust you going to hells door, they would’ve said so.

Back in the day, before they tried to become gods, you were extremely close to the Calypso Twins, especially Troy. You two bonded over the fact that you were extremely strong and as cold as you appeared to many, to him you were a shining star in his lonely world. His sister never really got along with him then, always avoided the “parasite”, but you gave him a safe space. You two didn’t need anything else except each other to survive. That was until you disappeared, no one knew why except for you. Something happened, after visiting a nearby graveyard you found a glowing crystalline structure coming from the only living tree. Curious, you went up to it, lo and behold it turned you into a monster. Once you made contact with the glowing crystal, the light it sourced flowed through your veins. You didn’t know what happened but you looked different. You were still you, of course, but you felt odd. You felt as though you needed to get away from this nothingness planet and as unfortunate as it was the shitty people who inhabited it. All you did was leave a note at the Calypso’s door, and leave. You felt only a slight hint of remorse, but it when the paper hit the dirtied concrete floor, it was far too late to turn back. You forever masked yourself and used as much armor you could, hoping it would ward off the past.

Now, you’re an infamous Vault Hunter- and a newly branded siren. This is what the calling was, you finally made yourself into what you wanted to be. The crash came when the twins made their way back into your life, by stealing Lilith’s. She was alive, thank the stars, but they took her siren powers, and to her they were everything. They didn’t realize who you were, or at least you thought. When being confronted by the COV’s minions you couldn’t help but notice an unfamiliar glint in Troy’s eyes. One that was broken, frustrated, yet somehow longing still. You feel as though he knew it was you all along. This broke you, it didn’t seem like it, but you’d never forget.

Days passed, weeks felt like eternity, and you’re now going on the hunt to kill the twins who found you. Ironic, isn’t it? This hurt, as much as it shouldn’t you can’t help but feel as though you were to blame in all of this. If you didn’t leave, maybe they wouldn’t try to destroy the universe. If you didn’t leave, maybe you could’ve lived a happy life with Troy, as much as Tyreen hated the idea of you two together. You wouldn’t need the money, or the help, just family. You breathe out deeply, exiting the sanctuary for what could be the last time.

Tannis took over their turrets before you and the others race through their barricades to wipe the COV out. Blood, bodies and profanities being thrown around like the best party in pandora. Once you meet up with Ava, she gets you into the base and helps you blow up their statute covering one of the final vault entrances. She salutes you before you part your ways. You slide down the concrete ramp as you’re faced with Try draining Tyreen to power the laser that’s currently trying to destroy the moon.

“Well, well, well, look what we got here! Finally, the vault thief in the flesh. You’re just in time, Tyreens tied up a bit to watch your agonizing demise!” Your hand hovers over your weapon “Troy, we don’t have to do this.” He scoffs “oh yeah, why not?” He starts to circle you, like a hungry vulture “This isn’t you, and while you may not believe me, I understand. You just need to stop this, take this one chance.” He groans and rolls his eyes at the statement “There is nothing to understand besides the fact that we’re gonna become gods, and you’re gonna be a pile of mush!” He lunges at you before you run past him “God, why won’t you just die, Vault Theif!” You groan and take off your mask, though you’re tattered and bruised, he could never forget a face like yours. “…You-You’re alive? I thought- No, why?!” He stands in place petrified before his knees buckle under him and he drops. You slowly walk over to him as he stares at your feet in dispair before he whispers “…Why did you leave?” You sit down in front of him with the same soulless expression on your face “I’m not sure, I think I just felt like- like I needed a purpose. I get it if you’re angry with me.” You take your weapons off, and lay them to the side “I would be too, Troy.” The way his name rolls off your tongue like honey opens his heart more. “I’m.. I’m not sure how to feel.” His eyes blink around, still avoiding you. You carefully put a hand out and he looks up “Come with me Troy, please.” His brows furrow “It’s too late, no matter what I do I’m gonna end up a god without you, or in prison without you. I hate how much you dictate my decisions, but I can’t let you go again.” He holds your hand and grips it gently “I won’t let anything happen to you, Troy. Please, just trust me.” You rub the back of his hand with your thumb while you stand up. “I know you don’t have to forgive me for what I did, but if you could just take this chance to start anew, maybe we can continue what we had… except maybe a little cooler.” You smile a little at the end, trying to nudge in a bit of humor. He stands, legs almost failing him again, before he stands tall. Gosh, you forgot how tall he was, it’s almost a little intimidating. “Personally, I’m still upset that you left…” he said as his hands moved from your fingers to your waist “but, I think you can make it up to me later.” He says as his breath flirtatiously carries the ‘r’, your cheeks tint

“God, will you two shut the hell up?! I’m almost dead here, but I’d rather die than watch you two make-out! Besides, what happened to you Troy? She’s the reason we’re so powerful, and you’re just gonna forgive her and ditch me?! What the hell man!” He huffs “Tyreen, I know we want power but let’s just think for one second, what if we weren’t the only beings ever? Wouldn’t endless life, power, and wealth get boring after a while?” “I-“ He paces around “-Ya know what, I don’t even care what your answer is, Ty, I know what I finally want now. Not what you wanted me to bandwagon, what I want” Tyreen’s eyes are widened with shock before he turns back to me “I know it’s been like a good couple of years, but the way I feel about you- about us it hasn’t changed. And though I didn’t tell you, I want you to spend whatever fucked-up future we have with me. Vault Thief or not, I just want you by my side again.” He grabs your hands, “And maybe a slight make-out sesh on the side?” He tilts his head smiling sinfully, “Don’t push your luck, Troy” he rolls his eyes before resting his forehead against yours, you can faintly hear Tyreen’s groans of disgust in the background. “Give it some thought, yeah?” Your arms make your way to his shoulders, while his arms pull you in closer. Finally a moment of pure euphoria, Troy’s lips finally link with yours, you can almost feel as though both of your powers are doing the same thing. They’re not combining, but they’re blending and becoming stronger with every wave of guilt that leaves your shoulders. He smiles into the kiss, right before you hear three familiar Sanctuary-based voices;

“What the fuck?!”

Aw… shit.

(A/N): sorry it’s a little OOC I just need some dependent men rn 😔, I hope you enjoyed tho (could do a 2 parter on this if you guys want, but I do have more borderlands content in store!)

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marsmaru · 2 years

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ಥ‿ಥ Guess what's this from? The next chapter of the Let's Flay: The Plaything Series will be uploaded soon after a long hiatus! Chapter 9/10 is almost done, tweaking some items here and there. :'D (Is Borderlands still relevant? HUNGH...)

For anyone stumbling upon this and wondering what the heck, you can check out my Borderlands 3 Calypso fanfic in AO3 here . It started months before BL3 dropped. :D

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thescarletchan · 1 year

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The Good Old Days

ship: Handsome Jack x Reader tags: AU, Canon typical Violence

summary: I remember them. The good old days.When I was a simple engineer, Jack was a Programmer. We worked for Hyperion, creating the next generation of Loaders. I built them, he programmed them.But when the COV attacked Helios, the only place to turn was the now ship, Sanctuary.

word count: 3,273

a/n: As always, I'm terrible at summaries. Essentially this is an AU where Jack never became Handsome Jack and kept on programming, causing the events of Borderlands 2, the Pre-Sequel, and Tales from the Borderlands, to never happen. But you know, Troy and Tyreen are still out there.I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (Oh and I could totally write a second chapter with smut, just saying.)

I remember them. The good old days.

When I was a simple engineer, Jack was a Programmer. We worked for Hyperion, creating the next generation of Loaders. I built them, he programmed them.

All was good.

Life was simple.

We lived and worked in the Helios as it orbited the planet Pandora.

There was always fighting down on that planet. Inescapable fighting. Fighting for territory, weapons, and power.

But there was one safe haven we knew of. Sanctuary. Run by a group called themselves the Crimson Raiders, they provided safety to almost anyone.

Then came the transmission from Pandora, from a group calling themselves the “Children of the Vault” or the COV if you’re short on time.

Led by the Siren twins Troy and Tyreen Calypso, they gave Helios, and by proxy, Hyperion, two choices.

Join us or die.

Tassiter chose the latter. And boy, the COV wasn’t joking when they said “Or die”.

The very next day, they launched an attack. The Cultist fucking teleported onto the Moon Base, and began killing Hyperion employee en mass.

Jack and I were wandering around when they attacked. God, I remember it like it was yesterday.

“So, what’s your next project gonna be?” Jack asked, and I shrugged as we walked.

“No clue. I’ll probably just go to Tassiter, ask what he wants, and do that. Creatively, I’m a little burnt out at the moment.” I sighed.

“Oh, well if you need my help, I’m always there.” He gave me a light pat on the shoulder. The moment his hand made contact with me, alarms started blaring and red lights were flashing. There was a moment of confusion, from Jack, myself, and other Hyperion employees around us.

“Attention, we are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack!” A voice shouted over the intercoms.

“Under attack? How?” Jack asked the air, the both of us still standing in the middle of the hallway, other employees now rushing around. From down the hall, there was a bright orange glow in the shape of an orb, and a whole crowd of people appeared.

“Shit, that’s how! Jack, come on!” I grabbed him by the arm as the attackers began to open fire.

“Who are these guys?” Jack yelled as we sprinted.

“I don’t know, why the hell would I know?” I responded as we turned a corner, only to find more of the attackers.

“Long live God Queen Tyreen!” One of them shouted, before blowing a poor sucker's head off with a shotgun.

“Tyreen? I recognize that name!” I said as we started running the opposite direction.

“Shit! It’s Troy and Tyreen. The Children of the Vault!” He yelled, pulling me into an empty conference room and hiding below the window. He put a finger up to his lips. Screams and a stampede of footsteps passed. We waited, and all was eerily silent, save for the alarms still blaring.

“We need to get to my workshop. There are things I need to save and-” I started rumbling, and Jack put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to face him.

“No, Y/N. We need to get the hell outta here. We need to get some guns, get to an escape pod, and get to Pandora.” He said, his heterochromatic eyes staring into mine.

“Pandora? Why? That’s where the rest of the COV is.” I said, and Jack nodded.

“Yes, but there’s also Sanctuary. We can head there and-” Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. It caught mine too.

A spaceship. And written on the side was the word “Sanctuary”.

“We’re fucked.” I sighed, and Jack looked back at me.

“No, no! This is good! We can have them dock here, and just hop right on!” Jack suggested, and I sighed once more.

“I mean, I suppose that could work. But how would we get their attention?” I asked, and the crackle of the intercom was heard once more.

“Attention Hyperion Employee’s, this is Commander Lilith of the Crimson Raiders. We know you are currently under attack and will be docking to take refugees onto Sanctuary. Please open up the nearest docking bay so we can help.”

“Fuck me man, why’s it gotta be everytime I speak I get proven wrong?” I grumble, and Jack smiles.

“I mean, it’s helping us! Right, so we need weapons.” He said, and I peeked out the window into the hall. Still empty.

“Yeah, um, we should go where the COV was headed. Good chance that some got killed by LOADERs and we can loot the bodies,” I said and he nodded along, “Then you head to the docking bay control room and open it up, I’ll go back to my workshop, grab my ECHO and some stuff and make a mad dash for the bay.” I go to stand up but Jack pulls me back down.

“Y/N, are you crazy? Leave it!” He nearly hissed.

“No. I worked so hard to make all that stuff. I’m not just gonna leave it and let the COV get their cultist hands all over it. Plus, it could help us out with the Raiders, you know? Get us trusted quicker.” I said, and he sighed.

“Fine. Call me as soon as you get your ECHO. I’ll hold off the COV for as long as I can but I am not leaving here without you.” He stated.

“If worst comes to worst, you might need to,” He goes to say something, but I interrupt, “But let’s not think about that alright? Right now, we need guns. Come on.” I stood up, and Jack joined me. We peeked out of the door, I looked right and he looked left.

“Found something.” He said, just loud enough to be heard over the alarms. I followed him to the left where we found some guns. Two pistols, a shotgun, and an assault rifle. We each took a pistol, with Jack grabbing a Maliwan and I got a Jakobs.

“You take the rifle. I’ll have the shotgun.” I reached for the Hyperion shotgun when Jack suddenly snatched it.

“No, you’re the better shot, you take it.” He said, loading the shotgun.

“Jack-” I started, and he stopped me.

“Now’s not the time. Take it and go. Haul ass over there and then get back. I’m not going anywhere without you.” His eyes bored into mine. I had seen him serious before, but that was entirely different. I nodded, grabbing the rifle and loading it, before turning away. I took a few steps down the hall before stopping and turning back to Jack.

“See you in a bit.” I said, and he smiled.

“See you in Sanctuary.” He turned and began jogging down the hall, and I went the opposite way.

It wasn’t too far to my workshop, but I tried my best to dodge any encounters with the COV. There was the occasional shout, what they were saying, I had know clue. Bodies, both COV and Hyperion littered the floors. I turned a corner, the door to my workshop in sight.

But so were a small group of COV. They were in a fight with some Hyperion security, so I tried to sneak behind them, attempting to slip into my workshop unseen, but some crazy asshole in the group saw me.

“You’re gonna be my new meat bicycle!” He shouted at me as I scrambled through the door. I locked it behind me, and it slid in his face. I could hear his fists pound on the metal, but he wasn’t getting anywhere with that.

I fell backwards, staring at the door, panting. I could hear my heartbeat thrumming in my ears, and I forced myself to calm down. Slowly standing up, I looked around.

My ECHO. I need to find it.

I jogged over to my desk and began to sift through the mess. I found the side bag I adore and slung it over my shoulder. Inside was my ECHO, which I clipped to the waist of my pants and called up Jack.

“Y/N! You made it to your workshop.” Jack exclaimed, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, but not before some COV fuck saw me and said I was gonna be a meat bicycle, whatever the hell that mean…” I muttered to myself, sifting through the contents of my desk, collecting anything that I would miss or needed, “How's the docking bay going?”

“Oh, uh, it’s going,” He said, and there was a gunshot, “I got in contact with that Lilith chick. They can’t bring in the ship until this area is clear, they don’t wanna risk their people.”

“Damn it,” I grabbed a thumbdrive off my desk, which contained my most recent blueprints, and pocketed it, “Listen, I’m almost done here. I think I can slip through the vents into the room next door and get out that way. Then I’ll head over to you and help clean things up.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Another gunshot, then a grunt of effort, “Get here quick.”

“Got it.” I hung up, looking around the room. Anything else I would miss? I mean, yes, but it’s nothing I can carry. Time to move I guess. I passed the door, which that group seemed to still be distracted with, and made my way to the vent. It just went to the next room over, nothing crazy, it was five feet long at most.

I yanked on the grate, which fell off surprisingly easily. I slid my bag through, before crawling in. It was small and dusty but I didn’t care. This was life or death. I’d live with some dust on me.

I pushed on the other grate, which came off with the same ease as the first one, and pulled myself out on the other side. It was a storage room. I picked my way through it and found the door. It silently slid open, and I glanced at where the COV was. They were still focused on the other door.

I didn’t even bother closing the door to the storage room, not wanting to risk them hearing me. I slowly snuck out of that hall, and once I turned the corner, I was sprinting down the halls, jumping over corpses and avoiding puddles of blood. As I ran, the alarm turned off, and I could hear the sounds of fights all around. I kept moving, gunshots fading out as new ones faded in, until I was close enough to the Docking Bay where I could hear Jack’s fight.

“Son of a-” I heard him yell as I got to the doorway. If we weren’t in a life or death situation, the scene in front of me would almost be comical.

Jack stood at the control panel, a cultist jumping towards him, with other cultist bodies littered at his feet and all over the room. He was stepping backwards when he tripped over a corpse, and began to fall. The cultist was screaming as he jumped. I drew my pistol, and fired once.

The bullet struck the cultist in the head, sending him limply across the room with the momentum of the shot. I gave Jack a look as I walked over, as he pushed himself up, sighing and muttering to himself.

“I could’ve handled that.” He grumbled, and I snorted.

“Sure Jackie, sure. Anyways, ready to open the docking bay?” I asked, and he wiped his hands off.

“Yeah yeah, gimme a minute.” He stood at the console and began pressing buttons. There was the whirring of machines as the Docking Bay doors opened, a barrier of energy protecting the inside from the vacuum of space, yet weak enough for people and ships loading bays to pass through. I leaned back on the console looking towards the door.

I heard a near stampede of footsteps grow closer and closer.

“Uh, Jack?” He looked over at me, “I think we need to call Lilith.” I said, pointing to the door, where a new wave of cultists began to pour from.

“Shit!” He shouted, pressing a few more buttons before a crackling came over the small speaker embedded in the console.

“Is the Docking Bay open?” The same female voice from earlier, Lilith asked.

“Yes, but we’re not gonna be able to keep this place clear for too long, they just keep coming.” I said, shooting the first cultist that came my way.

“Who is this?” She asked and I groaned.

“Y/N, a friend of Jack’s.” I groaned, and narrowly dodged a tackle from a cultist.

“He mentioned you, listen, we can’t come in until you’re clear over there, we’re not risking our own-”

“Lilith, it’s not gonna get clear! They’re teleporting onto Helios, you don’t get your ass over here now, and there’s gonna be no one left on this base!” I shouted, shooting another cultist.

“Alright, we’re coming. It’ll take a minute, hold it down there until we dock, then get your ass and the ass of anyone else there in Sanctuary.” She said before going silent.

“Jack, we’re on our own for a bit, but they’re coming!” I shouted to him, and watched as he leapt out of the way causing a cultist to fall out of the Docking Bay and into space.

I slung the rifle off my back and opened fire on the cultists as they ran into the room. Many of them dropped, but a few took the shots and kept on moving. I kept getting pushed back in the room, until both Jack and myself were at the energy barrier.

“Exactly how long did Lilith say?” He shouted, the blast from his shotgun hitting a cultist right in the chest, dropping him there.

“That’s the thing, she didn’t!” I yelled back, and heard him groan. I shot another crazy masked man that was running at me, and he fell. I went to shoot another, and my gun just clicked, “Jack I’m out.” I said, and Jack turned to me.

“Me too.” He turned the shotgun around in his hands, holding it like a club, and I did the same with my rifle.

“Let’s go motherfuckers!” I shouted, hitting the nearest cultist with the stock of my gun, knocking him down. Behind us, there was a strange sound. I half turned, seeing Sanctuary’s loading bay back through the energy field.

“Y/N, Jack, get on!” I heard the familiar voice of Lilith, and saw a red headed woman talking, and connected the dots. She had her own people fire on the cultists, giving us the time needed to get on the ship. The Loading Dock doors closed, and we were safe, we were off of Helios.

I sat down on the floor, trying to get my breathing under control. Jack sat down next to me. He leaned against me as the red headed woman, Lilith, crouched before us.

“Welcome to Sanctuary.”

That was three years ago. Time really flew.

I showed Lilith what I had, the blueprints I made, and that gained us some trust.

We have been fighting the COV off constantly, and both Jack and myself slowly rose up in the ranks of the Crimson Raiders. We met the Vault Hunters Lilith worked with. They were a strange but tight knit group. Multiple Sirens, Amara, Maya, and Tannis, with Lilith’s Siren powers having gotten stolen by Tyreen.

Me and Jack were the only Hyperion employees that made it off Helios, and the Moonbase soon crashed into Pandora after that. Both Jack and I are fairly sure Tassiter died, and you know, good riddance.

“Y/N?” I jumped slightly.

“Uh, yeah?” I looked over, seeing Jack.

“You alright?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I gave him a small smile.

“Okay… You were just… Kinda staring out into nothingness.” He sat down next to me.

“Sorry I was just… reminiscing I guess.” I shrugged and he looked at me.

“About what?” He asked, opening a bag of pretzels I didn’t even notice he had.

“Life before we were here. Back on Helios. I was thinking of that day actually.” I laughed a bit.

“Why?” “I… I don’t really know. These past few years… They’ve gone by so quick, I hadn’t even noticed. Three years of my life, just, gone,” I said, leaning back, “Sorry, I’m getting weirdly deep. What’s up?” I turned to him.

“I wanted to give you this. Found it on a scouting mission with Morticai,” He digs around in his pocket, and his eyes light up when he finds what he’s searching for, “Close your eyes and open your hands.” “Jack, seriously?” I sighed, and he nodded.

“Yeah seriously. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.” He says with a sincere smile. I roll my eyes, but close them, holding a hand out.

“I swear to god, if it’s Skag shit again, I’m ejecting you.” I grumbled, and I heard him chuckle as the couch shook slightly.

“That was one time.” He shot back, and I scowled at my approximation of where he was.

“That’s far too many times to be handed Skag shit. Now just gimme what you have or I’m opening my-” I felt a small object drop into my hand.

“Look at it.” I opened my eyes, looked down at what he had put in my hand.

It was an arch on a chain. Looking at it closer, it had a clasp, and the arch was the Vault symbol.

“A necklace?” I asked, looking back at him.

“I bought it for you a few days before everything on Helios went to shit. Lilith sent me and Mordecai to the wreckage of Helios. I found it there, still intact. I never got the chance to give it to you then, so I thought I’d give it to you now, considering we’re sort of Vault Hunters now.” As he spoke, I lifted the necklace up, the charm swinging gently with the slight shake of my hand.

The charm, at first glance, appeared to be black, but as I peered closer at it, I saw something swirling in the darkness. I tapped it with my free hand, and the swirling lit up purple.

“Jack, this is made of eridium.” I said, looking back and forth from the charm to him. He looked down at it, watching the glowing purple fade.

“Huh. I guess it is,” He said, not at all sounding surprised, “Well, do you like it?” He asked, as I opened the clasp and put it around my neck, the Vault charm sitting just below my collar bone. I grinned down at it, then looked back at Jack.

“I love it!” I practically tackled him, enveloping him in a hug as he fell to his back on the couch.

“Jeez you two, just fuck and get it over with.” I heard a familiar Irish accent say. I peeked up to find Zane and Amara walking into the room. Zane sat across from Jack and I, and Amara stood with her arms crossed.

“Seriously, I’ve had to watch you two dance around each other for three years. That might as well be psychological torture,” Amara said, and I felt my face heat up. I glanced down at Jack for a moment, and I saw his cheeks getting red.

Slowly, I got off the couch, standing beside the couch. Jack sat up, giving me a strange look. Quickly, I grabbed his arm, running from the room and dragging him along with me. We ran upstairs, and into my room at the back of the ship.

The door slid shut behind us with a hydraulic hiss, and mischievous giggles filled the room.

#borderlands #handsome jack x reader #AU #borderlands au

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misfitjinx · 2 years

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RULES & CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR.

— rules !!

I'm fine with writing smut, however I will NOT write anything that has to do with pedophilia, incest, non-con, zoophilia and any tabboo/illegal kinks.

do not spam requests please.

do not ask me to write for characters that are not listed here.

I accept poly relationships.

my target audience are sapphic women and people under the nonbinary umbrella. I will not write any of the stated characters with a male reader.

oc x character requests are welcome, although please describe me your oc in the request.

— characters I write for !!

valorant ;;

neon ( romantic + platonic )

viper ( romantic + platonic )

reyna ( romantic + platonic )

raze ( romantic + platonic )

fade ( romantic + platonic )

jett ( romantic + platonic )

skye ( romantic + platonic )

sage ( romantic + platonic )

astra ( romantic + platonic )

league of legends ;;

renata glasc ( romantic + platonic )

zeri ( romantic + platonic )

akali ( romantic + platonic )

evelynn ( romantic + platonic )

neeko ( romantic + platonic )

seraphine ( romantic + platonic, no smut )

arcane ;;

vi ( romantic + platonic )

caitlyn ( romantic + platonic )

jinx ( romantic + platonic, no smut )

sevika ( romantic + platonic )

grayson ( romantic + platonic )

overwatch ;;

junkerqueen ( romantic + platonic )

moira ( romantic + platonic )

sombra ( romantic + platonic )

mercy ( romantic + platonic )

pharah ( romantic + platonic )

borderlands ;;

lilith ( romantic + platonic )

tyreen calypso ( romantic + platonic )

moxxie ( romantic + platonic )

moze ( romantic + platonic )

amara ( romantic + platonic )

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sonof-leda · 5 years

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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..”

#troy calypso #tyreen calypso #borderlands 3 #bl3 #troy x reader #tyreen x reader #troy calypso x reader #tyreen calypso x reader #god queen tyreen #monster troy #twins pet verse #kinda #im new sorry #credit to every video of cats knocking shit over

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marmar-97 · 5 years

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Not what you've become

Decided to do something for my male readers too just in case I have any because y'all deserve something, I tried my best on Tyreen part, I still have other fanfics in progress and need to make a list immediately if I knew how 😅

Troy x female reader

You loved him, everything about him, but not his persona, the God King persona, it was different from the real him, the one behind closed doors when you two were alone, where he could actually be himself, the real him that was loving and caring to you, where he could talk to you about his problems and how you were always there to help him try to get through them, his nightmares went away when you held him throughout the night, he felt loved although he had billions of followers, but their love didn't compare to yours, it was true love, the one that made him feel important

"What? That doesn't make any sense, I'm still the God King regardless, even behind closed doors"

"Are you Troy? You don't act like it, when you're around them your emotions are locked away, when you're around me, they're free and no longer locked away"

" So are you saying you don't love me at all?"

"Th-that's not what I'm saying Troy, I-"

"Bullshit, all of it, I knew it was too good to be true, you're just using me huh?" The god King persona was becoming present

"N-no Troy, let me expl-"

"Cut the crap Y/N, just get out of my-"

"I don't love what you've become Troy!" Your fists were clenched and shaking as tears formed in your eyes while you looked down afraid to make eye contact with him

"What do you mean what I've become?"

"This God King persona, it changed you completely Troy, over time you became feral, it took control of you, I know you're still in there Troy, the real you"

He went silent for a moment thinking about how many bandits he's hurt, how you didn't tell him sooner how you really felt about the God King persona, he wasn't sure if you wanted to stay with him or leave him for good but he knew he just couldn't give up the role, Tyreen wouldn't be okay with it, she would scold him about it and call him weak or worthless or a failure, he wouldn't want that or you leaving him because he truly cared about you, he was afraid of feeling alone again

"Y/N, look at me" His voice was soft, he felt your pain, you were afraid of losing him period, the real him, Troy DeLeon to Troy Calypso, but he was still there and he kept Troy in check when he's not in front of billions of followers. "I'm still here Y/N, I'm not going to let that take over me completely, I'm just doing it because I want Tyreen to be proud of me for once" You looked up at him as he held your shaking hands in his while tears streamed down your face "p-promise?" He gently wiped the tears off your face giving you a soft smile "of course I do, I just wish you could have told me sooner" He hugs you pulling you into his lap kissing the top of your head and sighs in relief "I know, I was just afraid to" He rubs your back lightly while resting his head a top of yours "don't be, just tell me how you feel next time alright?" You nod resting your head against his chest

He kisses you but it was a passionate kiss filled with love and care, he wanted to show you that DeLeon was still there in him, that he's never left since day one

You kissed back and snuggled with him laying your head on his chest as his flesh fingers softly rubbed your back lulling you into a deep sleep him following shortly after

This is the Troy DeLeon you loved, although he preferred being called Calypso because it was a way of showing respect to his mother

Tyreen x male reader

Everyone loved her, they've accepted her, oh they did alright, they've accepted God Queen Tyreen Calypso, but did they accept Tyreen DeLeon? Well you did behind closed doors

Around you she could be herself like she's always been way before starting the whole cult thing, you knew not to get her angry although she had an anger problem when she didn't get what she wanted or if you didn't do what she said or disagreed to certain things, but she was careful with you because you and Troy were the main two people who cared about the real her, he did since she's kept him alive all these years and she was his only chance of survival and helping her start the cult even if they went their separate ways after an argument sometimes, but he was still her brother, her parents told her that no matter what they went through because a sibling is also your best friend at times

"Tyreen, p-please calm down, j-just hear me out"

"Are you saying you don't love or accept the God Queen?" Her siren tattoos were glowing, anger was building up inside her, the God Queen persona was coming out

" Tyreen, I'm saying that I-"

You stopped when she slowly raised her hand up

"I love you Tyreen, the real you"

She stopped in her tracks as her hand went down

" So you don't love me as God Queen?"

"That's not what I'm saying, I don't-"

"You don't what?!"

"I-I don't love what you've become Tyreen! The God Queen persona has taken over you, I prefer Tyreen DeLeon"

She shuddered at the mention of that name "me and Troy never speak of that name to anyone, how did you-"

"Because I knew your father Tyreen, I was his friend, I was a vault hunter like he was, he even told me about you, Troy, and Leda and what happened that day..."

Tyreen suddenly broke into tears from the mention of her mother's name, remembering what happened that day,how she's kept it locked away in the back of her mind for so long, Tyreen Calypso had Tyreen DeLeon caged, and now DeLeon was fighting with Calypso to break free "I'm so sorry mom…" She hugged herself and you hugged her as she cried and hiccuped, you gently rubbed her head as she let the emotions flood out, Tyreen DeLeon was winning, Tyreen Calypso was screaming to toughen up and be God Queen again but she lost "I'm such a bad person…"

"No you're not, you were just controlled by Tyreen Calypso, she's kept Tyreen DeLeon away for so long"

You and Tyreen snuggle in bed together giving each other a passionate kiss as you both fall into a deep sleep

Tyreen DeLeon was finally set free, but Tyreen Calypso was still around trying to take her spot back

#calypso #troy borderlands #troy #borderlands tyreen #tyreen calypso #troy x reader #tyreen x reader #borderlands 3 #borderlands #troy calypso

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foxcantswim · 4 years

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Zane x Timothy , Rhys x Fiona , Tyreen x Reader/OC (AND MAYBE LILITH X TANNIS IF PEOPLE WANT IT)

(This is already wild af) Zane starts to have doubts about the Crimson raiders, his daughter (reader/OC) starts to develop feelings for a certain God Queen.

#zane flynt #borderlands 3 #borderlands #timothy lawrence #zanothy #zane x timothy #rhys x fiona #rhys strongfork #tyreen calypso #tyreen x reader #lilith x tannis #tannis #lilith #evil!zane #tales from the borderlands #handsome jack

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bluebicpenbastard · 5 years

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Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Borderlands (Video Games), Borderlands Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Troy Calypso/Reader, Tyreen Calypso/You Characters: Troy Calypso, Tyreen Calypso, Reader Additional Tags: pancake - Freeform, pancake killer Summary:

a gift, for a friend! very unbeta’ed! late at night is when writing becomes my PASSION!!

#tyreen calypso #troy calypso #calypso #reader insert #tyreen x reader #troy x reader #calypso twins #pancake freeform?#mekhane #borderlands #borderlands 3 #a gift for a friend #it’s been a long time

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handsometheo · 2 years

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Can I ask for some yandere handsome jack headcannons?

ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN!!

Yandere Handsome Jack Headcanons

Not my gif

Pairing: Handsome Jack x Gn! reader

Reader pronouns used: They/Them/Their's

Warnings: Anything you would expect in Borderlands, Obsessive Behaviour, unhealthy relationship

Summary: take a hint (sorry if that sounds rude)

THIS IS KINDA SHORT AND I'M SORRY 💜💜

Mf does not let you go anywhere by yourself

Either he needs to be there or you have to literally be carried by a Loader bot.

No you may not walk by yourself.

If you were to walk on the floor, he demands that everyone practically worship it for their own wellbeing

literally had a whole line of Loader bots made specifically just to protect you.

If anybody were to threaten you, they're gone within seconds

A personal kill by Jack, since we know that he has to avenge his loved ones.

If you didn't already pick up on it, he surprisingly does let you walk around Helios freely.

You have access to anywhere he can go, and that's everywhere!

You are not allowed to leave though. So don't try it

He has cameras warching at all times, and I mean all times.

He has a high sexual drive but if you don't want it, he won't force himself on you. So that's at least cool of him

He loves showing you his affections however

You could literally be splayed out over the couch, with arms everywhere and saliva slightly slipping from your lips, and this man would think you're the most mind blowingly wonderful creature to exist. (him being a close second)

That's right, The Handsome Jack puts his s/o over himself.

Angel and you, when Angel is alive you are the only one he is willing to take to see her.

She understands you completely and in fact is so happy to have someone that also gets her.

When she's gone, it's different and you don't have anyone to vent to when things get to be too much

Jack cut off all contact with your friends and family a long time ago.

The loaders obviously tell Jack everything that happens if he isn't watching through the cameras on them

You can buy anything you want, I mean I could totally see Jack buying Butt Stallion for you

He never takes his anger out on you

Even when he's frustrated with you, he could never blame you. You're just confused. Of course you want to be with him.

Who could you possibly leave him for?

This man never received enough affection as a child so now he's clingy af

His childhood was probably the cause of the behaviour in the first place

Needs you to hold him

Stroke his hair

Tell him he's still handsome, he's not ugly, he's not a monster

He also loves to just sit and hold you. no sexual innuendos, no flirting, just Jack and his s/o embracing eachother.

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moxxis-bar · 2 years

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New Borderlands x Reader Blog

18+, Minors and Ageless DNI

Hello! I’m Siren! I’m a new Borderlands x Reader blog. I’m new to posting on Tumblr and I’m excited to start writing. If you’re interested in requesting something, feel free to check out my blog. Please be sure to look at my rules and the characters I write for before requesting. Thank you!

#borderlands x reader #lilith x reader #mordecai x reader #moxxi x reader #maya x reader #Zer0 x reader #handsome jack x reader #amara x reader #fl4k x reader #zane flynt x reader #moze x reader #Tyreen calypso x reader #Troy Calypso x reader #x reader

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helpfandom · 10 months

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Yandere Calypso Twins x PLATONIC! Mini VH! reader HCs

Once again, @yandere-plague did this before [they did a Tyreen one] so read theirs!! https://www.tumblr.com/yandere-plague/686619271034535936/yandere-borderlands-characters?source=share <3 Not requested nor given by my bestie this time. Enjoy! (*・ω・)ﾉ I'm sorry, but this is likely skewed towards more Tyreen HCs because I love her.

See, the thing is, these two kidnapped you before they even knew about you. They saw that Lilith tried to protect you (Simply 'cause you're young.) and as such, they saw a weakness and want to exploit it to further embarrass Lilith.

So, once they took Lilith's powers, they took you too, simply just to manipulate people and make it seem like the Crimson Raiders couldn't save you / do anything against them. "Aw, poor FireHawk couldn't even save a kid!"

They just dump you into a room using Lilith's powers. Like I'm sorry but they truly don't care, they just think you're some dumb kid that thought that you could be safe with the Crimson Raiders. That is, until... See, Their plan was to dump you into a all-out fighting arena, and stream your death to the Crimson Raiders.... Except that you knew how to take care of yourself, and lasted against all of them. It is to be expected of course, from a mini VH, but they didn't know that. "Damn! Kid can tank a hit or two, that makes their death all that much more sweeter!"

They respected that you could take care of yourself, albeit now, they knew you could take a few hits.

Tyreen is nice-r than Troy, she wants you to catch your breath, let your guard down while you rest and then kill you. Troy, however, is more so "Watch them get overwhelmed and die" route, because neither can agree on how on how to kill you, they stop sending you in to fight and instead decide to make it seem like their torturing you instead to the Crimson Raiders. They don't, actually, torture you for some reason though, Crazy how being attached to this dumb kid will do that to you.

They definitely try to get you to join their side, promising glory and fame as an Echo-net 'host' with them. You know the truth though,

They keep sending you in to fight, and each time you only come out of the arena hating them more. See, now the issue is that they're abusive Yanderes. I don't like it, but it's true. Their own issues and God-Complexes make it so that now, You're their little mortal to take care of. They know you can take a few hits, so they aren't afraid to hit you to make you go along with their delusions.

They are a little delusional because of their god-complexes, and they don't understand why you wouldn't want to join their side, the godly side. They don't understand that you hate them.

The fact that Lilith can't help you makes it so they have an opening to manipulate you. They try to use the fact that Lilith can't help you escape from them and try to prove that this is where you belong. After all, not even the FireHawk who 'killed' Handsome Jack can't save you. Might as well accept your fate as our favourite mortal.

#platonic x reader #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #x reader #yandere borderlands #platonic #yandere borderlands 3 #yandere #Yandere Tyreen Calypso #Yandere Troy Calypso #tw yandere #Yandere Calypso Twins #headcanon #Yandere Calypso #tw abuse #mini VH #Lilith Slander #Helpfandom's writing

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vaulttouched · 5 years

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Fallen Gods

Things become Clearer: why you were chosen. Why they have only you. And you find the one thing the God-Queen fears.

------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's been three days since you've seen the twins. Not that it worries you; they told you they were leading a raid personally, for the faithful. They gifted you an ECHO to watch while they were gone. You were allowed to watch the holy broadcast yesterday and see the full fury of the God-Queen raining fire and pain on her enemies. You were able to watch Troy in his most vicious fury tearing the non-believers limb from limb with teeth and metal and the searing burn of his stolen siren powers. No one needed to know you touched yourself as you watched, all too aware of how those powerful hands and teeth felt in fits of passion. But that was yesterday. Today you knelt, waiting eagerly in the bed for their return. You could hear the cheers of their victorious march below, and knew that after some celebration they would be with you once more. Maybe they would still be riding high on the bloodlust when they entered and you could look forward to a long night of pleasant pain; sacrificing your flesh to Troy's hunger and being rewarded and healed by Tyreen's nimble fingers and tongue. Maybe they would be tired from their conquest and you would be treated to a quieter time, laying your head to be petted on Troy's thigh while he worked, or nuzzling into the back of Tyreen's neck while you served as her blanket after working the kinks out of her shoulders. But the cheers kept moving. They didn't stop in the grand arena for celebration, instead you could hear them moving up the stairs of the cathedral and right up to the chamber door. As always the doors were thrown open, the Twin gods standing tall and victorious. The followers were dismissed, and Tyreen pulled the massive doors shut. The slam of the metal bar locking you all in rang of finality.

Troy crumpled.

You shot from your place on the bed but the chain and collar nearly knocked you out, cutting your movement as effectively as a wall before you could reach him. Tyreen was already at his side, shaking him until she received a hoarse acknowledgment. Her eyes shot to you. She reached her hand out, Tattoos flaring a blinding white. You felt the heat in your collar before it clattered to the ground. She spoke two word you never expected to hear from the God-Queen. “Help me.” It was commanding and determined as ever, but the desperation killed what power her voice normally carried. As always, you obeyed without hesitation. Troy was heavier than you ever remembered. Even when the full weight of his body and teeth bore down on you, grinding you into the floor, he had never felt so heavy as he did being dragged by the two of you to the bed. You didn't like how things made sense now; if the bed had not been set into the floor there was no way the two of you could have gotten him into it, let alone Tyreen by herself. Troy rolled over, coughing, and you knew the bloodstains on the pillow that preceded your arrival were not from earlier sacrifices. Tyreen was already flitting around the room. “Get his arm off.” While you flipped open the red skull symbol and worked the complex latches that disengaged the limb from within, Tyreen was already on the ECHO demanding that baths be brought up for the gods, “One hot and one cold, as the ritual demands.” It was too practiced, too common. You could feel unnatural heat rising from Troy's bare skin. Sweat beads left streaks in the dust on his face. “Strip him.” The command was easier without the weight of his arm. He rolled with you, doing his best to help, but the uncontrolled, weak movements of his limbs made it harder rather than easier. You tried not to notice how his siren tattoos had faded, looking more like burns and scabs than the gleaming markings they had been when he left.

Tyreen had opened the door just enough to allow for the two slabbed together metal tubs. Skin and Graft, two priests who had sacrificed their eyes in devotion, rolled in the welded sheetmetal basins and scurried out as they were dismissed. Again the door slammed and was barred. The room went silent save the crackling of the small fire that heated one of the tubs. Tyreen was by your side again, bearing half of her brother’s disturbingly reduced weight as you both hoisted him into the cold tub. The dust and grime that immediately spread from him over the surface of the water left his skin lighter; a sick sandy yellow so wrong compared with his usual rich, earthy ochre. Tyreen allowed him to submerge completely for a moment, then hoisted him back into a sitting position. He sighed, and you watched what little energy he had melt as he let the water and the angled metal carry his weight. Tyreen was staring at you. Your concern made you bold; you met her gaze and knew she was no longer really looking at you. She was weighing choices, making decisions that would guide your fate. She took a deep breath and her eyes closed, her shoulders drooped as if shedding the weight of leadership. “Watch him, make sure he doesn't drown.” She tried to sound dismissive of the possibility, but you heard the fear. She drew a dagger from her belt, handing it to you. “Feed him. Time to see if we were right about you.” You couldn't tell if she she meant to address you or not, but as soon as you accepted the blade she fled the room. Alone with him. Alone with the crackle of the fire in an unused tub and the shallow, pained breathing of a fallen god. Climbing into the tub was the only thing you could think of. You expected the cold of the water to sting, but it was already lukewarm. There was enough room for you get in beside him on his armless side. He leaned into you as you settled, resting his head against your shoulder. You knew the druglike tingle of his teeth piercing your flesh, but the bite of the blade was achingly cold by comparison; Still, you did it for him, and offered the wound to him. His lips were soft against your skin, tender as he suckled at your offering. It felt like hours before he managed to raise his arm, gripping your wrist to hold you in place as he drank more forcefully. Even that little bit of strength was comforting. Tyreen's hurried stride brought her back into the room, to the tub-side. In her hands: Two bars of glowing, compressed Eridium in her hands. You recognized them from your time in the mines, a fading memory of another lifetime. Her Siren tattoos were pulsating, reacting to the energy from the mineral until she slipped the two bars into the water with you. Deja vu. A familiar warmth just under your skin. The feeling that emanated from the mine walls practically vibrating around and through you. Troy's teeth sinking into your arm with sudden vigor brought you back into the present. Tyreen let out a strangled laugh that might have been a sob. She hid her face before you could catch her, and she made an overcompensating show of being regal as she stripped and retired to her own warm bath. But you knew your masters well, and you caught the glint of tears on her cheeks before she sank into the water to hide them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A much softer goddess stood in the moonlight, lounging against the balcony railing as she surveyed her kingdom. Troy was tucked into the bed, the warm dusk returned to his skin and his breathing strong and even as he slept. It was almost cute the way his split jaw lay crooked, not quite fitted back together correctly while he drooled on the pillow. Only the smeared blood on his face and a small strip of your own flesh between his teeth stole some of that innocence. But your eyes stayed on Tyreen. Again concern had made you bold, and they had yet to replace your collar; you walked to her side, joining her against the railing and placing a comforting hand at the small of her back. She allowed it. “It's...it's a bad day.” She sounded so tired... but the words continued. “We've been lucky, for a while. There hasn't been one since you got here. But he burned himself out. At the battle.” Her voice cracked. She took a gulp of air before continuing. “He's always been sick, like something is eating him from the inside. We've been able to fend it off with the life we harvest from the sacrifices, but there are still bad days. Getting a Siren always made it better, lasted longer, but only for a while. And there are only so many Sirens- we even tried Eriduim, but he can't use it, can't process it even if he eats it.” She cut off what had become a nervous, hurried flood of words. Her eyes stayed focused outward, seeming to settle on the burning trashcans that served as lanterns below. Silence reigned for long minutes, and Tyreen picked absently at rust spot on the rail. After too long, she spoke again. “We were looking for someone like you. People who didn't get sick in the mines. People who just,” She made a hand gesture of pulling something together, “whoof, Suck it up like a sponge. We thought maybe, just maybe that would get stored.” She chuckled, but it corroded into a hiccuping sob. “Looks like we were right.” Her teeth dug into her lip to bite it back, but another sob escaped anyway. And another. You stayed silent as your goddess fell apart... but not motionless. She didn't fight as you pulled her into your arms. She let you pet her still drying hair as she had done for you so many times while drifting to sleep. You held her as she wept until her tears ran dry and her strength failed her. Even when you retired to the bed she clung to you, long beyond sleep, with one hand on her brother's arm.

#troy x reader #tyreen x reader #calypso twins #Fic

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