#jackothy fanfic

[hellofwinnie]

‼️Downhill Chapter 3 "H for the Handsome Hand" is a bonus:

⚠️ NSFT

"Ha! Pretty cool, right?"

"Yeah…hehe" Timothy wiggled his fingers faster.

"Do you feel anything?" Jack took his hand into both of his.

"Um…"

Jack pressed buttons on his holoscreen.

"Oh!" Tim sprang. "Now I do feel! Your hands are…" Tim cut off, aware of Jack's gaze on his face.

"...warm." Tim pulled his hand away, brushing his chest involuntarily. "Isn't it too sensitive? It's just my nervous system," Tim ranted as Jack's chin dropped, staring. "I naturally have more receptors- I think your doctors know this, they-".

Jack moved strangely and it made Tim, once again, reassess the risks. Did he make him angry?

"Well, Tim Tams. There's only one way to find out." Jack leaned on all four, crawling towards him.

"Is it?" Tim's anxiety returned. He tried to move back but his back hit the wall.

"Yeah. Do you wanna Jack kiss your babbling mouth, princess?" Jack moved until their foreheads met. Timothy's vision went dark for a moment as he regained strength to inhale.

Tim brought his new hand up, brushing it against Jack's face. Electricity zipped but this time inside Tim's brain.

"Jack?"

"Yes." Jack brought his chin closer, eyelashes brushing as he looked at Tim's lips.

"Yes?" Timothy wasn't able to form any words but still asked.

"Yes." Jack confirmed and tilted his head to peck Tim's upper lip.

Tim gave into the kiss, relaxing his lips and nibbling Jack's. Jack moved his head brushing his tongue on the smooth inner border of Tim's mouth.

"Remember every move this hand will make, pumpkin. There will be a test." Jack smirked and took Tim's robotic hand in his. Jack pulled it closer, bringing it past his chest and abdomen, stopping on his crotch.

"Fuck." Tim whispered in realisation.

"Exactly." Jack mumbled into his mouth and wriggled to increase the pressure.

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[handsomejack-ingoff]

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[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

Understudy

Tim’s plastic surgeries have made him physically indistinguishable from Jack. When both are caught by bandits with a score to settle, Tim puts his acting skills to use to protect Jack, despite how much the CEO rants otherwise.

Tim is way too good at what he does, and he suffers for it.

This is Day 5′s sentence prompt fill for FebuWhump: “Take me instead”

This labeled as Understudy. Also on my ao3 here. My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here. 

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Jack had always applauded Tim’s acting skills. The guy was talented as hell. Sometimes Jack couldn’t even remember which of them it was in his biopics that they watched together. Tim sometimes seemed like he knew him better than he knew himself, and he trusted the younger man’s judgment when he slipped into important roles that Jack himself couldn’t be there to fill.

Right now, though, Jack wanted nothing more than for the handsome idiot to shut that gorgeous mouth and stop claiming that he was Jack. But Tim wouldn’t do it; kept pushing the inbred bandit clan that had taken them, and they were taking it out on the younger man’s body.

Tim was taking a beating meant for him, and the double wouldn’t drop the act, despite how Jack yelled at him otherwise. He was bleeding already from the mouth and nose, still standing somehow, but his arms were bound behind his back, and he was kept from retaliating by two brain-dead lunks gripping him at the elbows.

Jack wasn’t scared at first-- didn’t want to accept that he was scared now- but he didn’t know how much more the double could take. There hadn’t been any demands made yet. No trying to extort cash or guns or anything that might tempt the usual Pandoran idiots; Jack didn’t know how to manipulate the situation to their advantage. It seemed like all they wanted was to lay down some hurt on Jack.

But without knowing who was who-- they’d both said they were Jack when it had come to it- the bandits had had to choose who to start with.

Apparently, Tim made a more convincing Jack than Jack did.

Tim’s left eye was swollen shut, bruising already darkening the flesh as he visibly began to sag against those flanking him; they made sure Tim stayed up while their boss laid into him.

Jack couldn’t handle not being able to do anything. Not being able to command Tim to shut up and tell them who he really was. Not being able to put a damn bullet through their thick skulls. “I told you morons, he’s a double!!” Jack raged from where he was trapped in what more or less amounted to a human birdcage in the room. “Timothy!! Goddammit, tell them who you are!”

Tim spat blood on the floor, then laughed. “...he’s good, right?” Tim boasted with a rough, cocky sort of tone, looking up. He hurt all over, and they hadn’t really even begun yet in his opinion. Right now it was still just fists laying into him. And that was something Tim knew that he could take.

But what he couldn’t take was letting them have Jack. If he could do anything, he wanted to protect the CEO while he could; buy more time while their drones must be trying to locate them.

Tim gave Jack a smile, something genuinely amused in his words even for how bloody his smile was. “I get what you’re trying to do here, kiddo, but I’m the hero of this story. Me. The real Jack.” Jack made a face, and Tim fell back on the easy speech patterns of a calm, confident CEO of Hyperion. He could see the effect it had on the older man; he knew he was good, and he knew Jack wished he wasn’t right then. “It’ll take more than these assholes to do in your pal Jack, cupc--”

The punch to Tim’s midsection knocked the wind out of the double with a painful sound, and Tim dropped to his knees and bent over himself wheezing for air as their assailants laughed.

Jack was scared that the younger man was going to get himself killed at this rate.

Not that Jack didn’t think they weren’t going to kill the both of them anyways, but there was no reason to hurry that process along. And Tim’s smart mouth-- Jack’s smart mouth- was going to get him into trouble.

“Tim!”

“...Yeah, fuck this,” their boss spoke as he finally wiped Tim’s blood off his hands and onto his pants.

Tim stayed down still trying to catch his breath. Jack hoped that meant that this was done. That they’d quit for the day-- or at very least trade Tim out for Jack. This never should’ve happened to Tim. Loyalty, love, regardless, Tim should not be experiencing this.

“Take ‘im downstairs. Put ‘im in the chair.”

Tim was hoisted up by his arms, weakly slumped forward in their grasp as blood and saliva dripped from his mouth to the floor. He couldn’t lift his head, but he’d caught his breath; he was still defiant.

“...I can... take whatever you dish out… butthead.” He grunted in pain as he was hoisted up further, and Jack absolutely rattled the cage with helpless panic. They’d kill him. They were gonna kill Tim. He was absolutely gonna be killed. And Jack couldn’t do anything.

“No! No, hey! Take me, you assholes! He’s just a liberal arts major! He’s a stupid-good actor with expensive surgery!!” Jack shouted out. He railed on, chest tight with a sudden panic that he wasn’t going to see Tim come back up alive if they took him now. He was stuck in this damn cage, helpless to stop it, and the thought of losing the other man was too much to even consider.

It had Jack scared to death.

“He’s a useless double!! I’m Handsome Jack! Me, you shit for brains! Take me instead!”

Jack could hear Tim’s cries echoing up the stairwell from where they’d taken him. He didn’t know what they were doing, but he screamed his throat raw trying to convince them who he was: gloating about smaller victories in non-publicized towns on Pandora. Of the finer details of murdering Tassiter; of things that he knew Tim could never hazard guesses at all; things which incriminated him a far deal more than Jack wanted to admit to himself

Something must have worked along the way, because one of them came up for him and took Jack below as well with utter outrage.

Both of them woke up in Hyperion medical beds several days later, whole if not worse for wear.

Jack wished he could remember what had happened once he’d been taken below. He remembered putting up a hell of a fight. That much he was certain of. He had the feeling he’d blinded one of them with just his fingers, but there was no telling for sure. The unit that had rescued them had cleaned up the whole town and murdered everyone in the compound, so he supposed it didn’t matter in the end anyways. The hero won.

Tim no longer sounded like Jack. But he didn’t sound like himself, either. Voice modulator improperly removed, and a reconstructive surgery hours later to fix it, and Tim was joking about this voice still sounding better than his original one, but already missing the sound of ‘his’ old voice.

He wasn’t going to be Jack’s double again for a long time. Not if their new menagerie of scars were any kind of indicator. The one at Tim’s throat was especially brutal; he didn’t know when he’d be able to get back on the job convincingly unless Jack took to wearing turtlenecks.

Jack had a different solution for the problem entirely.

He told Tim in a voice that left zero room for argument that Tim was retiring from the double program with a generous severance package… Or else.

Tim was frankly not keen on finding out what ‘or else’ might entail, but when he told Jack that he had a generous package for the older man as well, the CEO just smirked.

At least Tim’s good humor survived everything, and for everything else, well, the painkillers certainly helped matters.

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#jackothy #handsome jack #timothy lawrence #jackothy fanfic #borderlands #febwhump 2021 #my fic #implied torture and non graphic beatings :) #timtams is one hell of a tough cookie

[hyperiongremlin]

Teacher au part one

“And that, kiddos, is why you never buy a car on a lease… any questions?” Jack said, pacing agitatedly at the front of the classroom. The small room was illuminated by the artificial light of the projector.  Jack waved his hands erratically as he spoke, eerily painted a shade of blue from the idle screen of the state of the art projector.

“Soooo, kiddos, do we have questions, comments, or compliments for your wonderful teach-” the scarred man was cut off by the cold, metallic clang of an artificial bell sound. As the students scrambled to gather their belongings Jack tutted.

“Ah-ah-ah the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do,” he said, pointing exaggeratedly at himself.

“Now, remember to do your ‘Mastering econ’ over the weekend, it’s due, as always, on Monday at 2 right when this class starts. Alright, now you can leave,” he said, chuckling as his students tripped over themselves in an effort to get to their lockers. He trotted back to his desk and pulled out his phone. 3:45 pm, the school day finally ended.

It wasn’t that Jack hated teaching, he wouldn’t have bothered with it had it not sparked something within him. After all, billionaires hardly needed work to keep a roof over their heads. But today there was something after work to look forward to, and Jack was not a patient man.  

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Prompts/requests are open!

#rhack #tftbl #borderlands #bl3 #bl2 #rhackothy #jackothy #fluff #fic #fanfic #writing #golden threads to a shattered heart

[heavybreathingcatt]

Author Notes: \ (•◡•) / HAPPY NEW YEAR! AND FUCK OFF 2020 \ (•◡•) /

Chapter Snippet:

The badass was right. Jack wasn't coming.

Lawrence had left several echo messages; each one was followed with a drink, and yet when the bottle was half empty, he'd still not received a reply.

'Answer your damn echo.'

Lawrence typed the message, and a moment later, deleted it. Perhaps rolling over and exposing his belly was a better approach.

'Jack... I need you. I —'

Lawrence's fingers hovered over his echo. He knew what he should write, what would make his lover turn toward him, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't submit.

Lawrence deleted the message again and quickly wrote what he truly wanted to say:

'I'm done, Jack.'

He took a deep drink before hitting send. He did not expect a reply, but perhaps it would warrant a fraction of Jack's attention. He needed to remind Jack of his importance. He could not let himself become what Crake described: a broken toy.

#borderlands #timothy Lawrence #handsome jack #digi-jacks #jackothy #angel the siren #fanfic #ao3

[borealopelta]

E, G, K, V fanfic asks gooooooo tell me about YOUR STUFF 😍

E. who is your OTP?

all in all I'd say greyhero??? idk i keep going back to them cause they're the softest but also!!! jackothy babey

G. longfics or shortfics?

writing?? shortfics. if it has a plot i'll suffer with it tremendously. febs birthday fic took SO MANY breakdowns to finish. but also there were days of me reading 300k fanfic in one sitting so. both? :D depends on what you're asking

K. angst or happy?

i like writing happy endings and generally feel-good stuff AND i love coming up with angsty alternate endings (sorry feb) but like... actually writing angst??? i cant write the fuck you want gdjdjdks

V. post the last sentence you wrote.

How fucked up do you have to be to be a masochist and a sadist at the same time anyway?

its the last sentence of a bl fic i wrote a couple days ago which reminds me: i should write again

#thanks so much boo i love u so much #asked and answered #themaekinen #fic writer asks

[huxlingmags]

Not sure where to post this, but I'm looking for a fairly active Borderlands community discord server. I thought I saw one floating around, but I can't remember. I'd love to join, make new friends in the community, and collaborate. I used to be an active fanfic writer and I'm aching to get back into it. I ship tf out of Rhack, Rhysothy, Jackothy, and Rhackothy if that helps things. Lemme know, I'd love to join.

#borderlands #Rhack

[shadowfear-art]

rules: tag nine other people to get to know them

tagged by: i was tagged by the lovely @jennpy​ (curse yoouuuu!)

tagging: @handsomepeacock​ @burlesque-articulation​ @herkal​ ...... um uuhhhh -_-;

relationship status: single, not looking

favorite colour: purple mostly

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

last song i listened to: Build Our Machine - DAGames  

last movie i watched: Frozen (I look after a 6 year old...)

top 3 tv shows: ummmm...... IDK i cant remember suddenly!

top 3 characters: Handsome Jack, Timothy Lawrence, Rhys (If it had to be from different series Roxas kingdom hearts, Batter OFF)

top 3 ships: rhysothy, rhack, and jackothy

books i’m currently reading: Fanfics! Fanfics everywhere!!!

[hellofwinnie]

‼️Downhill first chapter "Irreplaceable Tim" is out!

🌿 Thank you everyone, who have read the drafts and hyped me up in general 🥰

Read here: bit.ly/3GjI8Mg

Gimme kudos and comments pls 💌

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[hellofwinnie]

‼️Downhill Chapter 4 "Stupid Little Things" is out:

The couch was backed to the wall that had a flight of stairs. Tim put his foot on the bottom step, when heard Jack approaching.

He appeared at the top with a briefcase in his arms. He wore a woolen sweater.

"Ah, feeling better, cupcake? You can’t stop making me share my clothes, aren’t you".

Tim gaped at the outfit he never saw Jack or himself in. He mindlessly followed Jack to the couch where the older man turned the briefcase upside down, spilling its insides.

"It's all mine." Jack said, holding a small pink overall in his hand "Except that. And last time I wore these, I wasn't that chonky yet, so it should fit you perfectly. What?" he detected Tim's stare.

Tim stepped closer and wrapped arms around Jack, carefully pressing his face into his neck where a light blue collar was half-tucked in a hurry.

"Mm…chonky. And soft." Tim said and Jack hugged him back.

"Choose anything you want. Gonna be as cuddly as me." Jack said.

"Mm…cuddly." Tim couldn't let him go, still nuzzling and feeling scratchy wool on his face.

This sweater surely was in storage for a while as it smelled still and sour. Tim still found the faint scent of blueberry leaf and sighed.

"Yup. He lost his mind. Went absolutely bonkers." Jack rubbed his back and kissed Tim's ear, still red from cold.

"Remind me not to give you drinks on empty stomach."

Jack folded a pink overall carefully and put it into a canvas box inside the TV stand. It had the bold letter "A" embroidered on it. Tim took a fabric in his hand: some were woolen and theen, others felt like synethic of chunky knots. He chose a blue one with white snoflake pattern.

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[hellofwinnie]

‼️Downhill Chapter 5 "No Nest for the Jilted" is out!

TW:ED

Timothy spent his day writing in the diary, looking at the garden behind their window.

The picnic idea returned to him. It would be more pleasant in a luxurious green garden than some frozen lake. He should take Jack on a date. With flower crowns, champagne and fruit baskets, and everything.

Tim checked his messages again. Nothing only the clock showed a fairly late hour. Tim just skipped the entire day being lost in his mind.

He got to bed by the time Jack would usually come. All he had in mind is how they will finally relax together. He'll hold his hands, brushing rough skin and then smooch Jack's wide mouth. Then they will go to the kitchen. Maybe Tim will ask Jack to teach him to cook that rice thing in a proper kitchen. Tim's culinary skills were limited by both extremes of cooking skag meat on a campfire and being surged by personalised doppelganger meal kits, with barely-familiar list of the ingredients.

At the start of his Double Program they had to wear special gear that registered their weight from the food intake. Their propaganda boss was a total asshole, controlling every bite quite literally. They had an army of doctors who weighed them several times a day and displayed them on a giant "scoreboard". Legally it was an act of public humiliation for sure and factually too. The insane pressure to maintain the least important part of their job in check was put for no solid reason.

It was later when Timothy was assigned at the first big vault hunt and later, he slipped to Jack it was happening (it's hard to hide the habit in a tiny camp). All dopels were in group psychotherapy to keep them loyal and "less miserable". On one of those sessions, Tim laughed when told a story about how he and a couple of his buddies have had a throwing up routine right after the meals, as if it was part of their schedule.

A week later, Tim woke up to the letter that his meal plan was changed and the general body fat standard also went up. Oh, and that Vasquez was tragically lost in the airlock accident last night.

"Rest in the antigravity weight score, asshole."

The program had to be closed and Tim was isolated from other doppelgängers. He reported to Jack at least once a week personally, in his office. It was a great honour. His paycheck finally reached the amount he could send to his mother anonymously and have some left for himself.

Then one day Jack just said only Timothy was going to represent him on Elpis and Pandora because he had proven his trust over the years. He got promoted, got a custom designed room in the Sector-B where all top managers lived, got the best psychotherapist, a somewhat bearable food, and only for him — a great view of the garden, just like in Jack's suite. He accompanied Jack since in most vault hunts on both the planet and its moon.

A ping pulled Timothy from the dreamy haze.

"It's Jack!"

HJ: I'll be late, goodnight <3

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[hellofwinnie]

Welp. I've lost my house and my job, and my freedom, right for the boundaries, will to do anything, including hope and dream. Imma just start posting a Borderlands fic so I don't decay faster then I could.

Hello tumblr, once again.

#borderlands #jackothy #writing #rhackothy #rhack #tftbl #fanfic #BPD

[hellofwinnie]

‼️Downhill Chapter 2 "Selfcare" is published

The man beside him took his head in his hands. The room stopped spinning.

"Say something, Timmy." the man looked overwhelmed and…angry? Timothy just now saw his face was actually a mask. What a strange man to wake up next to.

"Can you hear me?" he asked. Timothy nodded. "Great, you're fine. You're in my suite, cupcake, don't worry, you're save" the man babbled and stroked Tim's hair, pressing him into his chest.

"W…" Timothy said.

"What is it?"

"Water."

The man backed up and nodded, looking around. He moved to the corner and after some rattling, a bottle was brought up to Tim's lips.

Tim felt the warm liquid flow across his body, reviving him. Upon finishing the second bottle the features of the man in front of him regained familiarity.

His eyes widened reflecting Tim's surprise.

"Jack?" Tim whispered.

"Yes! Yours only: Handsome-goddamn-Jack!" It sounded like a laugh.

Tim giggled. What a strange thing to hear.

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Screencap from KinnPorsche (2022)

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[hellofwinnie]

Timothy hid his face in his chest:

"And I watched at the sky then, Elpis was so clear that night and-" 

"Okay, okay, slow down. It's good memory, is it?" Jack said, confused, feeling Tim's wet eyelashes. 

"I carried this memory with me all these years…" 

"Yes, baby. But I'm right here." Jack tucked his longer hair behind the ears.

"No, it's gone. All of it." 

Jack's compassion mixed with irritation. He took Tim's face into his hands. 

"It's gone, cupcake. No need to long for the lost things. I'm right here. With you. We can make  more moments like this. Hell, even better ones. Any second." 

"No… that Jack's gone. The one who had fire in his heart. Who fought for the greater goal".

A sneak peak from: Downhill

#jackothy #handsome jack #timothy lawrence #This post is an experiment #1 #fanfic

[hellofwinnie]

🌿 A little peek to the Jackothy fanfic, Chapter 1 coming out this Tuesday

CW: blood

DOWNHILL

“C'mere”. Without any wait, Jack hooks his arm around Tim's shoulder, turning him slowly on his unwounded flank.

Timothy rolls with no effort under Jack's hands and ends up with his face in boss' chest. A yellow, worn out and stretched knit radiating warmth into Tim's face. His scent is unfamiliar, despite Tim being the copy of him.

“Sour, like a blueberry leaf…”

The thought slips from Tim's mind, before he can complete it. Jack pulls the crumbled jacket out and spreads it over Tim.

“Warmer?” Jack asks, continuing the comfort stunt by tucking his arm under Tim's neck and feeling the small of it. Tim is still for a while. Jack waits and then shifts more, calculating how to cover Tim's body without pressing too much into him. He rests his other arm just over the widest part of Tim's rib cage.

“We'll get there” Jack distracted, “The core I mean. You- just hang with me a little longer. I'm sure one of these fuckers will get us out of here any second now” Jack's voice is calm: hot breath on Tim's temple.

With a delay, Tim humming into his chest, complying. With the communicator light in his side view, Jack burying forehead in Tim's hair.

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#jackothy #rhackothy #borderlands #handsome jack #timothy lawrence #rhack #fanfiction #downhillfic #Handsome jack x Timothy lawrence

[handsomejack-ingoff]

fanfic statuses n shtuff

borderlands 🪐

reflections | [jackothy] [currently writing] [one shot] [smut] [inherent tim angst]

holojack is brought back au | [rhysothy, rhack, rhackothy] [planning/brainstorming] [multi chaptered] [mostly angst] [prolly some fluff]

angsty rhysothy smut | [rhysothy] [planning] [one shot] [angst] [smut]

tim gets sick of jacks shit so now tim is jack and jack is tims pet | [jackothy] [brainstorming] [loads of angst] [definitely gonna be noncon n stuff in here be warned] [probably some smut]

(last edited 27/02/24)

#kats scribbles #kittys fanfic hub #i wanna write some gayperion maybe but rhys and vaughns friendship #is something that is purely headcanons so me now #even their friendship #so idk how well thatd pan out for me