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milleneumfulcrum · 1 month

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Pairing | Handsome Jack x Nisha Kadam

Word Count | 3,647

Warnings | they get steamy

When Nisha Kadam had enlisted in Jack's ragtag team of so-called heroes, she'd really been looking for a challenge. The money was trivial, the renown useless, and the Vault entirely uninteresting. Zarpedon had been a disappointment; she'd challenged them right after the destruction of the laser, idiotic bitch, when Nisha's rage was running higher than the sun at noon.

Because how dare that clown slut Moxxi try to blow her up?

The Vault was better; Nisha had savored each stinging cut from the Sentinel's otherworldly glaive, laughing with damn near glee as her body broke like waves against the arena walls. And when it came from the floor, seemingly undefeated, Nisha (et al.) trounced it again.

The riflewoman was knee-deep in rubble by the time Jack arrived, sorting through the explosion of strange crystals and leftover arms from when Zarpedon's squadron first arrived. She only made slow, languid steps toward her employer once everyone else had already crowded around- perhaps more notably once she had her arms around a few new rifles- her boots clicking on the lustrous, splintered ground.

And Nisha, hands full of shiny new loot and not her trusty Jakobs, only made it halfway to Jack's seated, maniacal figure before it happened.

A flash of red hair heralded the bitch in second place on Nisha's kill list, but her fist colliding with the Vault's treasure- and Jack's handsome face- quickly pushed Lilith to number one. Nisha tossed her loot aside and drew her pistols with frightening speed, but the Siren phased off without so much as a scratch. How was it that she got past all those damn guardians so silently? Nisha barely had time to snarl before Jack was screaming, and holy hell was it like nothing she'd ever heard before. She watched with a mixture of boiling rage and rising arousal as he writhed on the ground, the barest hint of a manic grin creeping across her lips. In the distance, Athena turned away.

"FUCK!" Jack howled, just barely able to stagger to his feet. He fumbled blindly for the rocky throne, one hand pressed to the red-hot burn that Nisha could practically taste. "I'm gonna kill her! I'm... I'm gonna kill them all!"

If Nisha was just a little more feral, she might've stuck her hand down her pants right then and there.

"First, you're gonna find me a doctor," He snarled. Not as hot, but probably more necessary. "Then we're gonna wipe those bandit bastards off the face of Pandora."

Bingo.

Jack was still ranting and raving even as Nisha hauled him to his feet, ducking under the wild swings he was making to prove his sincerity. He was heavy like this, incoherent and psychotic and so unbelievably sexy. Wilhelm came to double her efforts, and they shared a brief, puzzled look as he spouted some shit about a warrior. Yep, definitely delirious now, Nisha decided. She could smell Jack's scorched flesh as they made slow, measured progress back to the fast-travel station they'd planted upon entering the final depths of the Vault. By the time Nisha jammed in the codes to Helios, he'd lost most of his steam, slumping against her shoulder wiltingly.

"Does it hurt?" She hissed into his ear. Of course it did. Jack moaned in response, and her vision went white.

God, she wished her ECHO had been recording. It was harder to get off on those noises when they were from memory.

Nisha was certain she wouldn't have to wait, though. Jack was the kind of man who needed his wounds licked, and he was not patient. But as the days started to bleed into weeks without so much as a word from the great big H in the sky, an unfamiliar feeling began to creep into Nisha's gut. She watched the atmosphere from a new perspective each night, aiming down the sights of her sniper as if it were powerful enough to zero on to the giant glass windows of Helios. Nisha would have to tell him that one later- something along the lines of needing a scope to see Jack's dick. Served him right for ignoring her.

It was early when she awoke face up on the roof with dust in her mouth and an ache in her spine. Her ECHO communicator was chirping in the room below, and Nisha was quick to swing back through the window and snatch it up. It was Jack, and an insidious amount of anticipation curled in her gut. Except he wasn't calling.

"The fuck?" Nisha said aloud, looking at the device like it had personally offended her. It simply blinked back, displaying a dollar amount she previously thought unreal. That made it all the more official; her contract with Jack had concluded, and he'd just paid her without a word. Bastard.

Nisha wasn't often one for making the first move, preferring her men desperate, but Jack seemed hellbent on ignoring her now that the deed was done. Even if she didn't burn for him, her raging curiosity drew Nisha to the teleporter, her fingers itching to touch the nasty scar she knew must've formed. She just hoped he hadn't lasered it away before she'd gotten the good sense to come up.

Helios wasn't quite fully operational yet; it had only been a few weeks since they'd reclaimed it from Zarpedon, after all, and Hyperion hadn't quite shipped out enough engineers and code monkeys to fill the sprawling, shining halls. In fact, Nisha remembered hearing from some tinny news broadcast that Tassiter himself would be coming to assess the situation, as it was, before deciding on whether it was worth it to continue the Helios project. Dumbass, Nisha thought. He didn't have an inkling of who Jack had become.

No one tried to stop her as she marched through the shining halls; no one was there to do so. She imagined both man and robot alike were stuck working on Helios' scaffolding, preparing the space station for Tassiter's ill-timed arrival. Nisha's mission was unimpeded, and she slipped into the elevator that would take her to Jack's office without a hitch. Just in case, though, one shiny Jakobs waited in hand, the sterile light reflecting gaudily off the burnished metal. When the doors opened again, Nisha had to blink as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of Jack's office, lit only by thin rails along the floor and the glow of Elpis beyond. If it weren't for the rhythmic, pacing footfalls, she might've thought he wasn't there at all. Cautiously, the lawbringer stepped inside, the elevator doors hissing shut behind her- taking the last of the sterile white light with it.

Jack's figure was silhouetted against the stars as he paced back and forth in front of the window, muttering hoarsely to himself. He didn't notice Nisha at first, but when she slipped from the shadows, emerging into the light of Elpis, he nearly jumped out of his skin. She couldn't get a good look at his face, but he seemed... normal. Nisha was almost disappointed.

"Fuck!" Jack spat, his expression souring at her sudden intrusion. "What the hell are you doing here?"

That tone... Nisha clicked her tongue disapprovingly, and to her immense pleasure, Jack looked immediately chastised. This had to be a record for her; it had only taken a few fumbling quickies in the back of Moxxie's bar before she'd tamed him well. Despite his arrogance and inherently adolescent disposition... Jack had some real potential.

"Movin' onto bigger things, cowboy?" Nisha hummed, holstering her gun as she stepped forward. Her spurs clicked with each predatory step as she circled Jack, scrutinizing his apparently perfect face. "Don't have time to skip a drink with little old me?"

Jack faltered.

"C'mon Nish," He began slowly, sounding rather unconvincing. "Don't be like that- I've had my hands full rebuilding Helios and expanding my freakin' robot army. I paid you, right? You're not mad because I-"

Nisha stopped dead in front of Jack, causing his speech to sputter out. Her fingers were on his face before he could stop her, tracing the line of his jaw with rampant curiosity.

"Like it?" He supplied. "Designed it myself. Sorta."

What Nisha had thought was his face, healed and sculpted, was actually a mask, a soft, plastic-y feeling thing that made her lips purse in curiosity. It moved as Jack did, imitating muscle and flesh as he blinked and grinned. Though it was surprisingly lifelike, the effect was somewhat ruined by the three steel clasps that pinned it to his real face. She thumbed over the one at his chin, but Jack's fingers had her wrist in a vice-like grip before she could flick it open.

"Don't," He blurted quickly, prying her curious hand away before composing himself. "It's, uh, it's still healing. Stings like a bitch to get it on and off, y'know?"

Nisha raised her brows, intending him to wilt under her gaze. Instead, Jack seemed to perk up, a slow grin lighting his countenance. It must've hurt to smile.

"Like I said- designed this baby myself," He continued, waving his hands enthusiastically. "Moves like the real thing, and it's suuuuuper comfortable. Tassiter's gonna be so fucking weirded out when he sees me. And then-" Jack paused, looking savagely at Nisha. "I'm gonna kill him, Nish. Hyperion is gonna be mine."

A little thrill ran down her spine, one that was becoming so familiar. She hadn't been able to do anything about it when he shot the Meriff and airlocked those nerds, surrounded by idiots as they were, but Jack's office was blissfully and entirely empty. They were alone, for once, and Nisha didn't have to stow away this little moment to save for later.

"...yeah?" She hummed, her palm sliding up Jack's infuriatingly yellow sweater. "Is that what you were so busy with, handsome? Not rebuilding Helios- you've got engineers for that. You were luring Tassiter in, weren't you?"

Jack swallowed thickly under her palm, but his shit-eating grin never wavered.

"'Course," He rasped, looking down at Nisha with a gaze that could burn. "He's coming in three days. I'm gonna put my fingers around his greasy little neck and-"

Nisha's lips were on his before he could finish, bruising and insistent. Her fingers twined around his collar, pulling Jack close as his mouth parted readily for her. A little whine escaped him, and suddenly, Nisha found herself nearly toppled by Jack's weight as his knees buckled. She pulled away as he grasped for the edge of his desk, his fingers scrabbling at the polished surface before he inevitably slumped to the floor. Nisha grinned, her tongue sharp with a joke when she realized Jack had gone wickedly pale. She was on her knees beside him before she could think, reaching for his face.

"Jack?" She hissed, tilting his chin up sharply. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut with a sudden lurch forward. "What the hell?"

"R-Room's... fuckin' spinning..." Jack managed to spit out. Before she could stop him, he dropped his face into the crook of her neck, pressing greedily into the exposed skin. Nisha tried to shove him off, but he moaned in pain. "Don't. I'll barf."

And she believed him. Jack was panting like some beast of burden, cold sweat dotted along the back of his neck as Nisha gingerly circled her arms around him. She'd never known how to comfort- never been taught- but somehow, it was the most natural thing in the world when her fingers landed in Jack's hair, combing through his dark locks. He shuddered when her nails ran over his scalp, whining half in pleasure and pain.

"Does this happen often?" Nisha asked after a moment, finding her voice had gone soft and low. "That why you got the lights off, handsome?"

Jack didn't answer for a long time, his breathing ragged and heavy against her skin. Nisha felt like she was drowning under his weight.

"It w-was..." He rasped, licking his lips. "...worse, at first. Couldn't keep anything down. And it wouldn't stop... f-fucking burning, god! Fucking mark ate right through all the goddamn skin grafts and r-reconstructions, and... and-"

"Hey," Nisha interjected sharply. "Easy, Jack. Easy. Let it pass."

Eventually, his trembling stopped and his breathing steadied. Jack didn't resist this time when Nisha peeled him off of her, refusing to hold her gaze as she hauled him to his feet. Together, they stumbled over to one of Jack's plush velvet couches, where Nisha deposited him unceremoniously onto the cushions. For once, he didn't complain at her rough treatment, only tugging his knees up when Nisha tumbled down beside him.

"Don't be like that," She chided, shaking her head. "When I first saw you, you were on your hands and knees- one punch by a Dahl soldier was all it took. I'm not surprised this knocked you down a few pegs too."

Jack scowled, but even her little jab didn't provoke him to speak, his eyes thunderous as he looked away from her. Nisha sighed, cupping his jaw as she scooted closer. He leaned into her touch, pressing his cheek into her palm, but yelped when she manhandled him back to meet her gaze.

"That fuckin' hurts!" He snapped.

"Well, that damn mask isn't helping!" Nisha hissed back. She was trying to be gentle, but Jack was thinning her patience. "For fuck's sake, just take it off, Jack. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

What she had meant to be comforting- to a certain extent- only fed the flames, now. Jack's annoyed expression turned to seething rage, and one by one, he tore at the clasps lining his face until they were undone. The mask was sent flying across the room- rigid, without his facial structure to mold it. Nisha was momentarily enraptured.

"Well?" Jack spat. "Well?"

The scar was... enormous. Lilith's brand stretched from Jack's jaw to his forehead and back down again- only narrowly missing his right eye. His left, however, was completely destroyed; a pale, milky sphere blinked back at her where she should've seen green. She could've sworn he'd just had that eye- perhaps the mask was more impressive than she'd thought.

One-eyed or not, he was still staring at her, fiery and ashamed. Nisha could've laughed- so this is why he hadn't called for her? Jack seemed to have a hard time tracking her fingers as she reached out, brushing her thumb over the edge of his scar. No depth perception, she imagined. Not without the mask.

"Not so bad," Nisha said after a long moment. "It's turning blue."

Jack looked baffled as she leaned in to kiss him again, just as bruising as before. She relished in the pained whine that escaped his lips but eased up nonetheless. The last thing she wanted was to bring on another bout of vertigo, lest he puke on her leathers.

"Blue?" Jack breathed when they broke apart, his hands hovering tentatively over her hips. He opened his legs for her and she slotted in instantly, straddling his waist as his head fell back against the cushioned arm of the couch.

"Yup," Nisha replied, grinning triumphantly as she settled her hips against his. "Blue. Really clashes with this sweater."

Jack looked dumbfounded for a moment, watching as Nisha drew the hem up to his stomach. When she bent down to kiss along his exposed waist, he jolted to life, leaning up with a groan and yanking the sweater over his head.

"Watch the face," He whined, watching with a mix of arousal and unease as Nisha drew close again. She merely rolled her eyes, tucking against his neck as she scraped her teeth over his throat. Jack turned, instinctively trying to bury his moan into the back of the couch- only to have the noise turn into a yelp as he pressed against his scar once again.

"Watch the face, huh?" Nisha teased, drawing back just enough to savor his pain. Jack's eyes were wet with the sudden sensation, prickles of moisture that he tried desperately to blink back under her gaze.

"Shut up," He grumbled, his fingers squeezing her hips wantonly. Nisha bristled, a surge of arousal stinging her spine.

"Don't tell me what to do," She purred, tracing his throat with one broken, violet nail. "It's kind of pathetic."

Jack's spluttered response made her grin. Nisha calmed him with a hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing just under the jagged edge of his scar as he took in a shaky breath.

"I can't wait until this thing's healed," She hummed, pressing down just hard enough to make Jack hiss. "How do you think it'll taste? D'you think it'll burn my tongue?"

He shivered beneath her fingertips, pressing his lips together to stifle another startled moan. That wouldn't do.

In one swift movement, Nisha hooked Jack's waist with her leg, twisting sharply. They fell to the ground in a heap, and finally, Nisha had enough room to reach back and kick off her shoes. Before he could complain, she guided Jack's hands to her waist, watching in faint amusement as he fumbled with her button.

"You a virgin or somethin'?" Nisha teased. Jack growled, his good eye trying desperately to focus.

"Fuck you," He spat. Nisha peeled off her vest and shirt in response, basking in his rapt attention.

"That's the idea."

They'd done this countless times before, stealing little moments of passion when time was short and Elpis needed saving. Now that they were alone, with all the time in the world, Nisha felt strangely generous. She had his pants off quickly, but she took her time tracing the lines of his chest and the scars that broke them apart. Most of them were new; she'd always teased Jack for his easygoing lifestyle, but these recent weeks had upended his world. She traced a graze on his shoulder, almost reverant in the way her lips followed.

The Meriff had given him this scar, shit aim and all. Jack had never turned his back on anyone again.

"So... are we gonna fuck or not?" Jack complained, impatient as ever between her thighs. He'd gotten too used to the instant gratification that came with a lack of time- too many quickies in Moxxi's back room, Nisha supposed. The memory of that greasy little bar made her grimace.

"I dunno," Nisha hummed, brushing her finger down to his navel as she pulled back to look at him. "Maybe I just want to enjoy the view, pretty boy."

As expected, Jack focused on the compliment, flushing with pleasure as she rolled her hips experimentally. He was always beautiful beneath her, but the expression of bliss he wore at her praise was unmatched. Perhaps she'd need to be nicer more often.

"Don't look so surprised," Nisha continued. "Did you really think that little scar could cancel out so much handsome?"

"No," Jack whined. "But-"

"As far as I'm concerned," She interrupted sharply, taking in his startled, pleased expression. "As long as that dick works, nothing's wrong."

Jack was always easy to please, but this was something else entirely. His good eye widened, a cold fire burning within as he bucked up sharply against her in an attempt to flip the roles. Nisha was a cowgirl, though, and a rowdy mount was nothing outside her expertise. She dug her heels into him as she might've a skag, a fierce look in her liquid gold eyes.

"You'd best behave now," Nisha scolded, her gaze shifting to the whip tangled around her belt on the floor beside them. "I've been lenient today, you know. If it wasn't for the fact you might hurl all over me, I probably would've put my fingers in that scar already for how much of a bastard you've been. Did you really think you could just pay me off and be done with it? Finish what you started, Jack. Be a man."

"Fuck," He grunted, breathless. "Usually girls like it when it takes a bit longer to fi-"

Nisha's fingers were a vice around his throat before he could finish. Jack choked, spluttering on his own words as she slammed his head back against the ground. He looked dazed when his good eye managed to open again, but Nisha wasn't worried. It had little to do with the blow.

In, out. In, out. Jack's stuttering breaths matched her pace as she bounced against his hips, unraveling any complaints he might've had. He did a fair job, she had to admit, until his hips fell out of rhythm and his throat bobbled against her palm. She loosened her grip slightly, and he gasped.

"M'so close," Jack heaved, his face twisting in pleasure- and then in pain from the contortions he was pulling his scar into. Nisha felt such a rush at the sight that she didn't even stop him, her own pleasure whiting her vision like snow as they toppled over each other. She rolled her hips once, twice- Jack's muffled whine of complaint stopped the third, and they fell still.

Nisha moved first, crawling off of Jack's spent body and hauling herself up to the couch. She was dressed by the time he managed to sit up, smirking down at his languid figure. He winced.

"You're not going back to Pandora," Jack said hoarsely, with what Nisha assumed was an attempt at authority. It made her grin as she bent down, her hands on her knees as she leveled her gaze to his.

"Contract's up, handsome," Nisha leered. "Sorry, but you don't exactly have any weight to swing around me anymore."

Jack licked his lips. A flash of something dangerous ignited in his eye, the one bluer than any sky Nisha had seen on Pandora.

"Well, Nisha Kadam," He began, and this time, his sharp, candied grin wasn't colored with pain. "I have a proposition for you..."

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admiralsweko · 2 months

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Tagged by: @foundynnel Thank you! I never get tagged in these so I was surprised when this popped in my inbox. 😆

Last Song: Good As Hell by Lizzo

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Three Ships: Oh, to pick only three. 🤭 I'll chose three lesser known ones from my fleet for funsies. Penny x Alex (Stardew Valley), Junkrat x Mei (Overwatch), and Sandor Clegane x Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Favorite Color: Purple 💜

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First Ship: I really had to dig deep into the depths of my memories but I think my first ship is Max Evans x Liz Parker from the Roswell (1999) TV show. Those two had teenager Swe in a chokehold for a while. 😆

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bean-pole-art · 1 year

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Paint The Town

fandom: Borderlands relationship: Jackisha word count: 20030 rating: M warnings: a lot so make sure to read tags + desc of the fic but main ones are minor character death + gore summary: Handsome Jack's conquest of Pandora would be going smoothly. If it wasn't for one pesky town called Lynchwood and its' Sheriff.

collab with the wonderful @sanzosin! please make sure to check out their art 💛💜

Only a few things seemed to make Jack as happy as seeing the little bandit camps disappear from his digital map of Pandora.

Life seemed like a series of annoyances. Another nightmare waking him up, forcing him to stay up on the wrong foot. The coffee which his PA had prepared, too cold or even worse, too sweet. Another call from Blake informing him the Dahl idiots were waiting for their war compensation (as if, Jack thought to himself, you should be thanking me for getting rid of the Zarpapadon idiot, keep the change kiddos). A prototype that blew up corrosion on his masked face. Or another moron of a subordinate of his asking too many questions and doing too little of their job. The whiskey he ordered still didn’t arrive. The new body double had his eyes just a bit to the left.

All of these troubles seemed to pile up, day after day. Not that Jack wanted to pay them too much mind anyway. The problems might have appeared as complex, yet in reality the answers to them were simple. Any time someone talked for just a little bit too long to him, he simply pulled out his favorite shotgun and shot the subject between the eyes. Simple, easy and effective. Just like Jack liked it.

Still, the mundane days of passing annoyances seemed to brighten up whenever it was time to take matters into his own hands. Sure, Jack was a busy guy, being the CEO and all that. But it didn’t mean that CEOs couldn’t have fun. And Jack’s idea of fun? Sunny day, tropical drink, beautiful women and of course, screams of his enemies ringing in his ears.

Truly, life was so hectic it looked as if times for another shot were far and in-between. Hence the times he actually could sit down and enjoy a good old fashioned slaughter Jack treated as holy. What was funner than finding a slot in his schedule to wipe out another stupid bandit haven, anyway?

read the rest here!

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sunnydaleherald · 1 month

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, March 24

Riley: "So if this is the world he created, what's the real world like?" Willow: "I'm scared. Everything's going to change." Giles: "Well, actually it'll remain pretty much the same except Jonathan won't be Jonathan - not our Jonathan, anyway." Xander: "No! No! No! World without sunshine! World without joy!"

~~Superstar~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Getting Ahead of Ourselves by silvain (Giles/Jenny, M)

blossom by The_Eclectic_Bookworm (Giles/Jenny, Explicit)

I'm Doing This for You by genericaces (Angelus/Wesley, Angel & Wesley, Explicit)

Dreadful by Jess_Ann_Perreault (Giles/Jenny, T)

here to stay by CallMeVampy (Giles/Jenny, Explicit)

Third Date's a Charm by RachaelJurassic (Giles/Jenny, T)

Held Breath by Enigmatist (Buffy, Spike, Joyce, not rated)

There Was Only One Way This Was Going To Go by Bobbie23 (Giles/Jenny, G)

Seasons Of Love by AddieH (Buffy/Giles, M)

Prom? What's that? by SnarkyGranger1 (Harry Potter crossover, Willow/Pansy, G)

Somebody I Can Kiss by zombiesam (Buffy/Giles, Explicit)

Telly Time by Enigmatist (Joyce, Spike, Dawn, Buffy, not rated)

Road Trip Revelations by Emerybird (Buffy & Wesley, T)

Untitled [What's the wi-fi passworrrrd] by scooby-group-texts (Spike/Harmony, probably worksafe, posted as an image)

Fates by Erics Valkyrie (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Soliloquy by Era Dubois (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Six Inches Between Us - Chapter 1 by AddieH (Buffy/Giles, Explicit)

Bones and dirt, Ch. 1 by Blackoberst (Angel, Buffy, Drusilla, ensemble, Spike, 13+)

Can We Keep Him? Ch. 1-5 (COMPLETE!) by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Fuck it. I’m putting Spike in the Sims 4 spooky fishbowl. by eyes2entrails, aphony-cree (Spike, Joyce, worksafe)

A Jonathan "Superstar" vid by breezybeej (includes a brief Buffy/Riley intro ironically)

Tarot card design: The Hanged Man by isevery0nehereverystoned (Spike, worksafe)

Tarot card design: The Empress by isevery0nehereverystoned (Cordelia, worksafe)

Buffy/Angel drawing by angelthemanspanker (Scott Pilgrim fusion, probably worksafe)

Drawing: Dawnie!! They made me love her!! by forrestfaedom (worksafe)

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Ripper and Spike in London, 1974 by yarboyandy (worksafe)

Spike sketches by sanzosin (worksafe)

Some scene study by sanzosin (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

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Anne; Dead Man's Party; Faith, Hope, and Trick by edgarallanhoetry

imagine if the BtVS writers had just…let us ever be mad at Riley. by lilatara

I have a hard time viewing Angel as a character at all by lierdumoa

How bad is the remastered version for a new viewer? by throwawaymylife9090

S5 would be way more interesting for me if Buffy felt conflicted after finding out the truth about Dawn by sadhungryandvirgin

Who Are You? by Buffy the Vampire Straya

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Harder to Swallow Than Most by SilverKitsune1 (a Connor-centric crossover with Supernatural) recced by vineofroses

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[Fandom Discussions]

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I actually love William calling himself Spike by disco-tea

there is just something so incredibly butch about Spike by katzenschlafs

the episode where dawn finds out she’s the key by stardust-kiddo

why does nobody ever talk about angel and spike fighting over the shanshu prophecy? by vargamornight

angel and spike’s relationship and their eligibility for the shanshu prophecy by vargamornight

Theory about S4, Ep 1: Deep Down by hthbellhop76

Happy Birthday, Alyson Hannigan, who turns 50 today. by Asherware

What is an opinion a person can hold about the show that makes you question their understanding of the show and their “media literacy” in general? by dumbandconcerned

Is Superstar meant to be a commentary on Mary Sue/Gary Stu characters in fanfiction? by No-Role-429

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legendaryskeletonpicklewolf · 1 year

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Hey guys, @silcosimpo and I have made a borderlands server for borderlands fans who wanna hang out! Here's the link for those who are interested: https://discord.gg/RR2uekwB

(Dni if u ship rhack, jackothy, rhackothy. And if your a proshipper DNI!!) (SELF SHIPPERS ARE WELCOMED HERE THO..as long as u don't ship yourself with a minor character!)

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#borderlands #handsome jack #borderlands 2 #borderlands 3 #tales from the borderlands #tftbl #rhys strongfork #borderland pre sequel #borderlands pre sequel #timothy lawrence

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sketchyelvenasss · 7 months

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Last Line Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by @anarchyduck, thank you. I’m going to break the rules lol my sentence is too long for that lol

Heat from a turbulent mix of his violent urge and want, prickled his orche skin.

Tagging @silverformymonsters @sanzosin @sunshinemage @dent-de-leon @tessa1972 @awaari @trashwarden @lindira

#tagged #last line game #Rexander #the dark urge #bg3 #my writing #writing things

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fanfin-glutton · 7 months

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I couldn’t for some reason reblog videos so Imma just link the comic (x) by the lovely @sanzosin

When life impersonates art… or however that phrase goes lmao. I can’t with them. If you couldn’t tell by that long pause at the end.

Gotta put that kids backpack with a leash on them at all times…

#bg3 astarion #bg3 wyll #bg3 shadowheart #how tf did he just eat that shit #don’t make me turn this group around #I WILL GROUND YOU BOTH IF YOU KEEP HITTING MINES #bg3 #bg3 oc

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sanzosin · 2 months

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I rarely do these things..but wonderful @admiralsweko tagged me.here goes..

Last song - hes so good and used to look a bit like my Jake 🥰

Currently watching - rewatching" orange is the new black".

Three ships - hmmm.. most know my fav ones..lets list some less popular ones..Loki x Tony Stark...reaper x mercy (overwatch) and a reaally old n rare one -kakashi x itachi ⭐

Relationship status - not made for relationships...flying assexually solo .

Fav colour - green and black

Currently consuming - nothing..doing Omad(one meal a day) . (Saves a ton of money too)

First ship - oh gods...ummm..vegeta x bulma i think...very close with sesshoumaru x kagome (oldies but goodies)

Last movie - had to think real hard on this one..Galaxy Quest (got nostalgic)

Currently working on - nothing really..free as a bird! Drop me a suggestion on what i should sketch xD

Now i have to tag people right? Ummm...

@zodelydraws @tessa1972 @krijgsdos @slothydaydreamer @bnbc

#get to know me #sanzosin #Spotify

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rin-bellatrix · 2 years

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U. N. I.

"You and I were meant to be more than friends." - Mating Ritual

Fiona couldn't be happier. Her new boyfriend is not in love with her sister. They've got a piece of the vault key under their belts. And Rhys isn't too bad of a kisser. But he's a bit too preoccupied with other matters to take up space on cloud nine beside her...

Written for @admiralsweko 💕

Header art by @sanzosin (bc this piece was the inspiration for a scene in the fic hehe 🤭💕)

Written for prompt #3 "A breathy demand: "Kiss me" - and what the other person does to respond."

From this kiss prompt list

Takes place a few months after "It Takes Two" so I guess this is technically the second part/chapter to that? 🤔

Bottom white heart divider is from this post and the white star divider is from this post

Fiona relaxed back into the large, expensive office chair at Rhys' desk. She had occupied this seat before, but now that she was the "official girlfriend" of Atlas' president, it felt more like a throne in this moment than a simple piece of furniture. Then again, she could just be riding the whimsy of being up on cloud nine.

Everything was going right for her lately, and she was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. Because life had taught her that things could only go so good for so long. There was a hurdle in her near future, an obstacle that she'd have to overcome. She didn't know what it was, just knew that it was coming.

That, however, was something to worry about when it came to her doorstep. Right now, she could relax and recline back into her boyfriend's overly expensive office chair.

Kicking her feet up on the edge of his polished desk, she knew that he'd be torn when he finally entered his office. On one hand, he'd be thrilled to see his lady love (she had left for a couple of weeks to run several errands for Sanctuary, only returning about an hour ago). On the other hand, he'd surely complain about her using his desk as an elevated foot rest.

But a pouty Rhys was just too cute to pass up, plus ruffling his feathers every now and then was still her favorite pastime. Two birds, one stone as the saying goes.

The entrance to Rhys' office open with a depressurized hiss, the two large metal doors unlocking and sliding away from each other to allow entry. In walked the man himself, coupled with Zer0, a once former assassin, now primarily an elite bodyguard.

"-And I just think that maybe, we can revive that old department and see what good can come of it, ya know?"

The hologram in front of Zer0's high-tech headgear flashed a ? quickly, followed by a nod and a :). The alien vault hunter easily kept pace with Rhys' long legs, the two tall men crossing the office floor in no time.

"What old department?" The female vault hunter asked, her voice making Rhys jump.

"Fiona! Oh my God I didn't see you- when did you get back?"

She snickered, trying to curb the instinctive urge to be smug. "Oh, a little while ago~"

Atlas' CEO shook his head and turned to his friend at his side. "Zer0, why didn't you tell me she was in here?"

The alien assassin shrugged his lithe shoulders and responded in his usual structured inflection. "𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙽𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖."

At Rhys' reddening cheeks, Zer0 donned a bright ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) across his sleek visor.

Fiona stifled a giggle, watching as Rhys shooed his lanky bodyguard out of the office before turning back around to face her, his hands on his hips. As the electronic doors shut behind Zer0, the former vault hunter flash a quick ;) at her from behind his employers back, until the doors sealed and she could see him no more.

Smiling at the assassin's playfulness, Fiona raised her eyes up to meet Rhys'. She found him avoiding her gaze and frowning, an overall agitated vibe coming from him. "Hey, what's wrong...?" she asked, lowering her boots down to the floor and sitting forward to examine his facial expression.

Atlas' head sighed deeply, running his human hand through his hair in a show of frustration. "Nothing... And everything, just- it's a lot. And none of it is going my way and I'm trying to find the best outcome to every scenario and I keep getting stuck-"

"Hey hey hey, it's okay, c'mere Rhys..." Fiona stood, walking around his large desk to take hold of his arm, guiding him to his chair. She pushed him gently down into it and stepped to the side, settling her hands over his broad shoulders and digging in. Her boyfriend sighed again, this time in pleasure as she worked at his tense shoulders.

"Tell me what's wrong, one thing at a time. We'll figure something out together, okay? Two heads are better than one, after all."

Rhys reached up and patted her hand, showing his appreciation silently. "Well, first off... We have a lead on the second vault key piece."

"Already?" Fiona couldn't hide her shock - it was rare to find even one piece, nevermind two pieces within such a short amount of time. Atlas' research division was truly something else.

"Yeah..." he answered, sounding much less enthused about the fact than she was. "Problem is, now that we're getting closer to forming a full vault key, the commander of the Crimson Raiders wants to take possession of the pieces we find." He lifted his cybernetic arm, turning his palm up and pulling up an ECHO recording of Lilith, head of the ship Sanctuary where she had just come from.

"Hey Atlas, my name's Lilith but you might know me as The Firehawk. Word around the block is you've been collecting vault key pieces. Yeah, I'm gonna need you to stop that and hand over everything you have pertaining to the vault key. Can't have a warmongering corporation claiming a vault for themselves, or all the other weapon companies are gonna wanna ride that train too. Look, Athena is vouching for you and all, but to be completely honest, I just don't like her. And I'm not sure if I can trust her word, you know? Especially considering that at one point, you both worked for Jack... So yeah, you have twenty-four hours to comply or we're gonna have problems. Big problems."

The recording ended there and Rhys dropped his metal hand back into his lap. Fiona rubbed his back soothingly, trying to dispel the dark cloud hanging over his head.

"Rhys, don't worry about it. I've met Lilith a couple times, she's way more chill than that. She was just... Casually threatening you to try and scare you into submission. Look, I'll talk to her and let her know that you're not some evil, scheming corporation out to use the vault's contents for taking over the world or whatever."

Her boyfriend turned to look up at her, still looking hopelessly dejected. She tsked and ran a gloved hand through his wavy hair, using the motion to keep him facing her.

"I'll talk to her," she repeated, meeting his eyes this time as she made a promise out of her words. "Don't worry. Worst case scenario, she takes our vault key pieces and the Crimson Raiders open the vault, in which case at least we can be assured that no evil syndicate is putting the vault to evil use. And maybe we can get some treasures out of it seeing as how you were the one to find two-thirds of the vault key. Best case scenario, she let's us open the vault! Wouldn't that be great?"

Rhys pulled back from her touch, but before Fiona could feel the faintest hint of rejection, he took her hands in his and looked up to meet her clear jade eyes. "Fiona, to be honest, I personally don't care about the vault or its contents, I was doing this to help you out."

Properly confused, she furrowed her brow at his revelation. "Rhys, what are you talking about?"

"Well, you're a vault hunter now, and I wanted to help you find a vault." Here he squeezed her hands, looking elsewhere for a moment before gathering himself and locking eyes with her again. "I know...that I haven't been a super amazing boyfriend lately because we've both been so busy, and I just wanted to make it up to you. I just wanted to make you happy. And what makes a vault hunter happier than opening a new vault! So... I tried everything to secure this key for you and it looks like you might not even get much of anything from it... I'm sorry, Fi..."

Fiona couldn't believe her ears. Rhys, sole owner of one of the major weapons manufacturers, wanted a vault but not for the betterment of his company, but because he felt guilty about their lack of interaction lately...? It was one thing to get the first piece of the vault key to impress her and ask her out. It was another to say that he wanted her to have the entire vault all to herself. Every time she thought that he couldn't surprise her anymore, he always managed to do just that.

"Rhys, you idiot..."

"Huh?"

She swiveled his chair around until he was fully facing her, before reaching up and cupping his bewildered face in her hands. Leaning down, she slanted her mouth over his and ignored the sound of her hat tumbling off and hitting the floor. She kissed him firmly, her persistence making him respond after a moment of surprise. His touch grazed her shoulders, before gripping her firmly and trying to pull her down onto his lap. She braced her hands over the arms of the chair, nibbling his bottom lip which made him elicit the softest groan she had ever heard.

Smiling slightly against his mouth, she pulled back to look down at him. He gazed at her with open affection, reaching up and smoothing his mechanical hand down her short hair, his other hand reaching up to cradle her face. Fiona looked over him, taking in the adoration clear in eyes, the faint rosey tint to his cheeks, the sheen of wetness over his parted lips, down to the way his Adam's apple bobbed on his tattooed neck. She had never felt an infatuation like this for anyone else before, and she counted herself lucky to have been the one to steal away his heart.

"Rhys... I don't need a vault to be happy. As long as you and Sasha are safe and happy, then I'm happy too. I can't believe you'd try to give me a whole vault as a gift... Unbelievable."

The young CEO grinned bashfully, charmed at his girlfriend's sentiment and utterly in love with the way she was looking at him right now. To him, this was worth all the trouble he recently had and then some. If Lilith wanted the vault key pieces, he'd give them over no problem. As long as Fiona kept looking at him like this, then everything was okay.

"Hey Fi?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

The vault hunter, who seemed in this moment more interested in the president of Atlas than in hunting for vaults, grinned happily and straddled her boyfriend's lap. He eagerly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Hey Rhys?" she purred, sliding her arms around his neck.

"Yeah?" he replied avidly, his loving gaze never leaving hers.

"Kiss me..." she ordered, and he wasted no time in slotting their mouths together again.

His hands slid up her back underneath her jacket, reaching up to tug the outerwear off her body. As soon as she shucked it free from her hands, she reached forward and started unbuttoning his vest. She made quick work of that and began on his shirt. He squeezed her hips and she hummed into his mouth, slanting her face in a different angle to deepen the kiss. He sighed pleasantly against her, his hands shifting up her arms until he was able to get a firm grip on her shoulders, pushing her back until they broke away.

"You didn't say it back..." he groused, his petulant attitude softened by his pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

Fiona could play this game, if that's what he really wanted. "You never answered me when I asked about what old department..."

Rhys blinked, as if the moments before she had sat in his lap were far off distant memories. When the confusion cleared in his heterochromic eyes, he brightened up and looked almost boyish in his excitement. "Oh, that! Well it turns out that Atlas used to run a pet food division, like a really long time ago, and I was just futzing around with the idea that we could, ya know, maybe bring it back. I think it'd be nice to be able to produce things other than weapons, right? What do you think?"

"Huh, that would be interesting. I never knew Atlas had something like that, seems kinda off-brand for a weapons company."

"Yeah, that's why I'm kinda excited about it. We could expand to so many different projects! Imagine, Atlas apartments... Or an Atlas hospital! I was even thinking maybe a grocery-"

"Rhys."

"Yeah?"

"As adorable as it is watching you get so hyped up for future endeavors, I'm trying to threaten your chastity here."

"Oh..."

"Yeah..." Fiona pushed aside his partially open shirt, letting her fingertips graze over the curved edges of his blue chest tattoo. "Is that okay...?" She kissed him sweetly, just long enough until she felt his hands settle on her hips again.

Atlas' president smirked up at her. "You trying to score a... Touchgoal?"

"Oh shut up and kiss me already...!"

"I will, after you say it back..."

Fiona rolled her eyes, but her obvious affection for him kept her expression playfully frustrated. "Okay, fiiine... I guess you could say that on a good day, if I'm feeling generous and benevolent, and you're not being too annoying..." He was nodding along, trying to encourage her to continue. "...Then, yeah... I love you too..."

Rhys was positively beaming. "See? Was that so hard?"

"I believe I already told you to shut up, Strongfork."

"Geez Fi, it's almost like you have a crush on me or something," he snickered, leaning in to kiss her with a smile on his lips. He was pleased at the embarrassed flush over his girlfriend's face. It was rare that he could get one up on her but oh so worth it when he did.

Fiona, on her part, fell eagerly into their kiss, mostly for the fact that she knew it was probably the only way she could actually get him to shut up. And also for the fact that yeah, she really was trying to score a touchgoal.

Fun fact, in case you didn't know: in the first Borderlands game, there's a mission you do where you have to collect dog food for someone and the company that produces that food is actually Atlas!

Here's a post where Andaxay and I talk about it if you wanna see photographic evidence of the dog food can and read Andaxay's short head canon about Rhys' possible new business venture 💕

BTW if you want more rhyiona fics, I really ✨ H I G H L Y ✨ recommend Andaxay bc her writing is SO in character that she's literally one of my all time favorite writers 💖 Here is her pinned post with links and summaries to her collection of Rhys x Fiona fics

☆ borderlands masterlist ⋆ main masterlist ☆

#rhyiona #rhyiona or bust #rhys strongfork #rhys the ceo #fiona borderlands #fiona the vault hunter #borderlands #tales from the borderlands #tftbl #tftb #rin's fic

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roomfortwoplz · 2 days

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some modern time book reading...

#roomfor2plz #samael #thristle florian #sanzosin sketches #tiefling #triton #dnd

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milleneumfulcrum · 5 months

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Cities In Dust

written with the consultation of our queen @sanzosin <3 to whom i must apologise to because this took FOREVER to write thanks to work and class

this work is cross-posted on A03 as usual

Pairing | Handsome Jack x Nisha Kadam

Word Count | 3,353

Warnings | slightly NSFW, also jack and nisha are just like That

Nisha remembered the way the train had blown in, dusting umber hair across her eyes. It was no ordinary cargo transport, built instead to hold people, not Eridium. The Hyperion livery indicated this particular person must be special indeed.

Jack came with all the fanfare and splendor he demanded, followed by what she deemed as an unnecessary number of Loaders. Did he think she'd let something happen to him- in her town of all places? Nisha rolled her eyes, twin spheres of molten gold.

"Heya, pumpkin," Jack grinned, enunciating each syllable. "Didja get my gift?"

The gift in question had been delivered early, around the time Nisha roused from bed. Jack was a frivolous bastard, and she'd expected another piss-yellow brassiere, or perhaps another ridiculous Hyperion rifle. Her surprise had been an uncomfortable blow when she opened it to find deep purple silk instead, a two-piece set that flattered her tanned skin. Damn.

"You didn't tell me you were coming," Nisha snipped, ignoring Jack's query. His smirk didn't falter; bastard probably knew she was wearing his gift underneath.

"Oh, I was in the area, and, well, yanno..." He waved his hands impatiently, stepping down from the platform languidly. "Thought I'd pick you up for our date tonight."

Make that a presumptuous bastard.

"That's not how you ask, cowboy." Nisha's gaze was sharp. "That doesn't work-"

"Nish," Jack cut her off, and that alone should've made her furious... but there was something indecipherable in his eyes, even through the lifelike mask, that intrigued her. "Come back with me tonight." He paused, looking troubled that he even had to ask. "I, ah, wanna see what it looks like on you."

He'd been strange ever since Angel died. The Jack she knew never would've stepped foot in her dusty town without good reason; now, here he was, albeit surrounded by monstrous-looking robots, demanding her presence.

The Nisha she knew would've told him to stuff it.

Instead, she glanced up at him in a gust of wind, raising her right arm to block the sun. The light flashed off her armguard- Hyperion yellow.

Jack seemed to understand he'd succeeded, and Nisha resented the flash of surprise that crossed his eyes as she stepped up onto the platform. Her fingers found his wrist, nails digging into the flesh she'd claimed. He winced; a small victory.

"You'd better make it worth my while," Nisha hissed, her voice low. Her defense was venom.

She needn't have threatened. As soon as they'd breached his grandiose quarters on Helios, Jack had been wild, pulsing with need beneath her. The marks down her arms- scratches, as he'd gripped at her- were made by a man possessed.

"Nish," Jack panted, letting out a low groan. She'd pinned him to the mattress, her fingers twining cruelly around his throat. "I wish you'd stay here. You could- friggin' hell- be my sexy secretary."

Her hold tightened, and he retaliated by bruising her hips in his grip. Nisha's eyes were shards of yellow gold, her lipstick smeared just at the edge of her mouth.

"Secretary? Don't insult me."

She'd woken up pleasantly sore in his silken sheets. Sore and alone, wrapped in Jack's dingy yellow sweater.

Nisha scrubbed at her eyes with a faded sleeve, her other hand inching across the mattress to Jack's side. She found the pillows cold, swearing under her breath. He should not have the capability to leave like that- not without waking her. But he couldn't be far.

A silver-blue glow outlined the door. Nisha's feet carried her over the marble flooring; without her boots and chains, she was silent beneath the white noise of Helios. Jack didn't notice as she swept into his office, hidden in the shadows. His face was lit with the same pale blue light, and she was almost offended to see his mask had been slotted back into place. Whatever he was staring at so intently required two working eyes, apparently.

"Well, sorry I bored you," Nisha declared flatly. Jack startled so hard that his wrist banged on the underside of the desk.

"Nisha," He began, but she cut him off with a piercing look. Something tugged her gaze to his screens- a flash of familiarity, dust kicked up in the night- and she froze.

Death-Row Refinery, the camera feed read. Nisha barely recognized the smoldering ruins.

"Jack," She began. Her voice was dangerously low. "What happened in Lynchwood?"

If he answered, she wasn't coherent enough to listen. This wasn't the work of just any bandit; this smoking husk was the product of those ludicrous Vault Hunters, no doubt seeking revenge for Roland's death and Lilith's capture. And Jack- somehow he'd known. Somehow, he'd lured her away to the oppressive security of his space station, like she was some fragile little woman.

Nisha saw red.

Her open palm cracked across Jack's synthetic mask. The contact smarted, much more so than if it had been his real skin, but she was too far gone to notice. This was betrayal.

"You-" Nisha struggled for words. "-you skag fucking bastard! I oughta kill you!"

Jack's expression was unreadable, and that made her blood turn to steam. How dare he refuse to even flinch before her? How dare he-

"We are going down there," Nisha spat through gritted teeth. "Right now. And you'd better hope those Vault Hunters are still there, because if they aren't- well, someone is dying tonight."

Jack didn't resist when she hauled him to his feet. A little, "Hunh," escaped his lips, but he was otherwise silent as Nisha dressed in a fury. She was electric, like a storm, and they touched down in Lynchwood with the force of a typhoon. The Vault Hunters were long gone, leaving a trail of broken yellow bots in their wake.

"Cowards," Nisha muttered. Jack looked strange like this, a rifle slung over his shoulder, barely illuminated in the pale dawn. The rest of the town was mostly untouched, but she could smell the smoke from the refinery. The air was thick with it.

There was a body outside of the station; Nisha recognized it as Winger immediately, with his ridiculously oversized coat. She hardly spared him a glance as she stepped inside, whistling low under her breath. Destruction reared its ugly face again.

"They were looking for me," Nisha remarked, turning to face Jack. Her initial eruption of anger had cooled, leaving behind an icy middle ground between respect for the Vault Hunters' boldness and contempt for her boyfriend's antics. "Maybe I can lure 'em back. Finish the job."

Jack twitched.

Nisha emerged from the station in a blaze of gold. The sun was rising, filtered through hazy smoke. She didn't need to follow the ashy trail to find the source; Death-Row Refinery looked like it had been carved open in one grand explosion, perhaps with the help of a maniac like Torgue. It was no doubt a last-ditch attempt by the Vault Hunters to stem the flow of Eridium to Hyperion- they couldn't have known just how close Jack was to charging the key. How Lilith was stronger than Angel had ever been.

"If I was here, none of this would've happened," Nisha hissed, rounding on Jack. He hadn't said a word since they'd landed, his mask an untouched mantra of stony silence. "My town is a smoking fucking husk, and your biggest producer of Eridium is outta commission. No, screw your refinery. God, if those ratches took the shit from my fucking room- I left my sniper here, Jack. Armor-piercing Jakobs! Do you know how long it took me to-"

"The gun doesn't fucking matter, Nisha!"

Jack was wild, more so than she had ever seen before. He met her pace for pace until his palms were on her shoulders, shaking her like she was the idiot.

"Look at this town," He snarled, pointing one long finger at the destruction behind them. "Look at it, Nish! Look what they did. You'd be just another fucking body in the dust- and I told you, when you join Hyperion- no, no, no- when you join me, there's no way out. No fucking quitting."

His grip was bruising; Nisha was mesmerized.

"Do you see how many Loaders I sent down here?" Jack continued, frenzied. Nisha looked at him like he was rabid. "They're all scrap now, and I- and I had- I actually had time to prepare for this, Nisha- not like- like-"

His voice broke, stuttering to a ghastly halt. Nisha went rigid in the silence that stretched between, her expression thunderous. She didn't know how to temper her storm to a drizzle- not even now.

"I can take care of myself," Nisha sizzled, like lightning. She couldn't quite bring herself to shake Jack's hands off her shoulders, even when his grip turned bruising. "I don't need a hero- if you're gonna... gonna be like this, you can fuck right off back to Helios."

She wrenched him off then, stepping back in the dust. His eyes flashed with something indescribable, but Nisha didn't stick around to decipher it, turning on her heel. Her boots clicked against rock and rubble, then concrete as she approached the main strip. She could hear footsteps behind her- Jack's footsteps- but didn't so much as glance back.

Nisha's place was in a quiet corner of town, blended in with the half-abandoned ramshackle structures. She'd wanted it over the sheriff's station, when the town was first sanctioned in her name, but Jack had convinced her otherwise. It was too obvious- too easy. Reluctantly, Nisha had agreed to an unassuming building on the outskirts of town, one that ensured privacy- and a long walk to work.

Inside, Jack had spared no expense. Hyperion technology was built into every corner, complete with sleek flooring and furniture. It was completely untouched, and when she vaulted up the stairs, entering her bedroom, her sniper was exactly where she'd left it. Only then did she turn, finding Jack lingering in the doorway. He should've looked smug- his precautions had worked, after all. His countenance was haunted instead.

Nisha moved to fidget with her hat, unsure of what to say, when she caught a glimpse of her Hyperion-yellow armguard again. Another plate of armor encased her right boot, all the way down to the heel. Even her damn badge was Hyperion; almost gold, with a little white stripe down the bottom.

"Well," She began uncertainly. This had never been her expertise. "They didn't get my gun."

A choked noise escaped Jack's lips, half laugh and half whine. He jerked forwards and they both went tumbling down into her sheets, her fingers winding through his hair as Jack's hands found her waist. She didn't stop him as he buried his face in the hollow where her throat and shoulders met, shivering in satisfaction as his teeth scraped her skin.

"Nish," Jack shuddered.

She tugged on his hair in response. "That all you got, cowboy?"

Her hands fell from his crown to cradle his jaw for a moment, then Nisha was slipping the coat from Jack's shoulders. His watch clattered to the floor as she dipped her fingers underneath his annoying yellow sweater; they'd both dressed in a hurry, forgoing layers for time.

"This doesn't mean you're forgiven, you know," Nisha hissed, the hand in his hair slipping low, her fingers resting on the back of his neck. Jack muttered something unintelligible into her breasts, fighting with the hem of her shirt as she hooked her heels into his shoes and pulled them off. "You don't deserve-"

"Nisha," Jack whined, and the last of her resolve crumbled. She threw a leg over his side, hooking Jack's body to hers, and flipped his back into the mattress. Nisha followed quickly, straddling his hips as her hands slipped under that damned yellow sweater. His skin was burning beneath her calloused fingertips, as she traced every ridge and scar with practiced, blind expertise. Jack moaned, long and low, only coming to a stuttering halt when Nisha thumbed the edge of his mask.

"Off," She ordered. It came off with a soft click, guided to the sanctity of her nightstand by Jack's broad fingers. Nisha didn't waste a moment, pressing rough, bruising kisses from his neck to the corner of his lips. She was softer as she brushed over his scar, tracing the edges of Jack's roughened skin. "They're gonna die, babe. Screaming."

Nisha never claimed to be good with words- this being no exception. But... Jack's hips bucked upwards in response, another strangled noise escaping his throat, and she felt emboldened enough to continue.

"They're not getting off without learning who the boss around here is," She hissed. Her pretty speech was starting to get to her almost as much as it was striking Jack; her hands ached for her whip, just to strangle each and every one of those bastards who dared oppose Jack. If they hadn't needed Lilith so much, Nisha maintained a long list of things to try- a list she'd been compiling since Elpis. She settled for grabbing a fistful of Jack's hair and tugging, relishing in the long, low groan of pleasure it ripped from him.

"Fuck, Nish," Jack huffed, squirming against her as she forced his head back. "Watch it, will ya?"

Nisha ducked low in one smooth movement, like a creature of the water, and sank her teeth into Jack's exposed throat. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but when she pulled back, a perfect little indented oval remained. Jack was quick to tear her shirt off, then, and the rest of their clothes vanished in a tangle of limbs. Her nails dragged along his exposed chest, leaving little red trails parallel to his faded scars.

"I don't care how- god, fuck- how pissed you are," Jack snarled. His fingers gripped her caramel hips with enough force to bruise. "I'm not letting your overconfidence kill you. I told you, there's no w-way out once you're in."

Nisha's eyes flashed molten gold, like she could scorch him with her gaze alone.

"Can't stop playing the hero, can you?" She sighed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Someone ought to humble you."

But in the back of her mind, where rational thought was often crammed away, Nisha knew Jack was right. The Loaders he'd thrown at the Vault Hunters could've leveled a city, and still, they managed to burn him where it hurt most- his daughter. And while the Lawbringer wasn't one to just keel over and die... well, she didn't want to think about that now. Her mouth had found Jack's inner thigh, her breath hot on his skin. His earlier grandeur was fading fast.

"You'd miss me, wouldn't you," Nisha sighed, lips parted. Jack's fingers were in her hair again, tugging rather weakly. "You make such a big show of protecting what's yours or some bullshit, but you're just selfish."

"M'not selfish," Jack whined. "Can't you just thank me for saving your frigging life?"

"Aren't I?"

She thanked him in the only way she knew how, her fingers trailing uninterrupted down the long length of his wiry chest. When her hands met his waist, Nisha hoisted herself back up, ignoring the way Jack's lips twisted into a scowling pout. His noise of protest quickly dissolved into a stuttering moan as she fit her hips to his, feeling strangely merciful. For once, Nisha didn't want to draw this out.

Jack released a slew of curses when she finally started to move, his fingers finding an iron grip on her waist. There were little words between them, no barbs of playful spite or authority as Nisha splayed her fingers over his chest, his skin searing beneath her touch. She bent low again, her lips trailing the length of his throat as she sucked and bit bruises down his collarbone. It didn't take long for Jack's rhythm to falter, his hips thrusting erratically.

"Nish," He uttered, his voice breaking roughly. "Nish, I'm so fucking close, I... shiiiiiiit, Nisha-"

He might as well have wiped her mind clean, then, in that moment. Lynchwood, the Vault Hunters, her golden star- it all melted away as Jack pleaded for release below her scar-crossed thighs. She'd be a fool to think she could control the world around her, but Jack? He was hers, even if he didn't understand.

Wordlessly, Nisha egged him on, her nails digging in and scraping parallel to Jack's faded scars. She was bent still, almost flattened against him as she sucked another dark bruise in the hollow where his throat and shoulders met. This was where she wanted to be. This was her domain- her territory.

And... Jack was waiting for her. His hips had gone rigid, his eye burning with the cold blue fire of restraint. He thought this was a punishment.

"Jack," Nisha almost laughed, her breath soft as a whisper of wind through thick green boughs. "Jack, move."

The moan that escaped Jack's lips was inhuman. His hips stuttered back to life like some ancient machine, so weary and broken that it barely remembered how to chug forward. She could barely hold him down as he bucked up once, twice, and then-

Jack's body went limp against her deep silken sheets, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. Nisha could feel the snapping of the coil, the breaking of the wire, as he finally released. Jack was quiet for a long moment, longer than she'd ever seen, as she wound her slender arms around his torso and eased herself down to his side. His chest rose and fell with sharp, rapid breaths, but he welcomed her into his arms, closing his eyes as his nose met her warm skin.

"Hey," Nisha uttered after a long moment, surprising herself with the softness of her voice. "You falling asleep, cowboy? We have to get goin'."

Jack's good eye fluttered open blearily.

"Hunh?"

With a stifled laugh, Nisha brought her hand to his forehead, combing back his sex-wild hair. His forehead was damp with sweat, and she imagined she was probably in a similar state.

"I mean, Jack," She began, sucking a whistling breath in through her teeth. "Let's get the hell out of this wreck. I got what I came for-" Nisha motioned to the discarded sniper. "-and the rest can go to hell, for all I care. Those fucking Vault Hunters aren't even worth the trouble, really. It'll be much more fun to see your Warrior beat them to a bloody pulp- maybe we can make them watch as I sweep Sanctuary first. That lawless dump could use me."

She glanced down as she finished, her nose scrunching in contempt, only to meet Jack's reverent gaze. He looked at Nisha like he was seeing her for the first time all over again, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted.

"You-" His voice broke, hoarse from their earlier exertion. "-you wanna go back to Helios?"

Nisha merely shrugged.

A myriad of emotions flickered over Jack's scarred face, and for a moment, he looked lost. Nisha nearly backpedaled at the sight- and then his countenance exploded in a surge of charismatic confidence. His lips twisted into a sharp smirk, the fingers that had been limp at her waist suddenly alive and bruising again. Jack's gaze was nearly manic in his passion, and his mouth crashed against hers in a devouring, possessive kiss. Nisha barely had time to battle for dominance before he had pulled away, breathless and grinning. There was something wildly unstable buried in Jack's expression, and Nisha found herself tingling with molten excitement.

"We're going to wipe those bandit bastards off the face of Pandora," He hissed, his voice dangerously low. If it wasn't for the wild grin on his lips, she'd think he was seething. "I told ya, Nish. And we're gonna do it together."

She didn't respond. There was no need to reaffirm her pledge, to sink her loyalty in like the driving of a stake. For once, Jack had unquestionable loyalty.

Nisha grabbed his mask, turning it in her fingers, and clicked it back into place.

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