#that first fl4k drawing was one of the first drawings I ever made with my tablet

[backtothedisaster]

For the ask game

All character/ship specific ones will be for Tw0F4ng (if it's character specific you can just do either Fl4k or Zer0 if you want. Or both if you want to do both)

3, 5, 9, 10, 11, 12, 17, 19, 22, 24, 25

Obviously don't have to answer all of them bc it's a lot but idk I like your opinions they're neat

OF COURSE <3

3. NoTP? i dont really have one for fl4k but for zero...zerhys sorry. Im a known rhys disliker and i just dont see it 9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed! THIS ONE...oh my god. i dont read fic much but this permanently rewired my brain. it influenced a lot how i interpret fl4k and zer0 and their relationship 10. What's your favourite piece of fanart for [character]? Ok im kind of just picking drawings that theyre included in because i really like them. These two 11. What's your favourite piece of fanart for [ship]? auuuug i have a hard time choosing but i think this one 12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with? I guess not funny or crazy (kind of tragic if im honest) but ive been thinking a little bit about a fl4k/zer0 au that takes place several decades in the future after most of their friends have. well. Died. (i think fl4k and zer0 would have a significantly longer lifespan than the rest of the raiders because robot and..alien(?) thing..Youve just gotta trust me on this one) Anyways i dont have any real like...plot or anything really for this au i kind of just like the concept (I am a sucker for tragedy) 19. What's your favourite thing about [the borderlands fandom] (the people in it, not the media you're all enjoying together)? So many creative people in this community...its the first real fandom space ive interacted with in a while and its nice. lots of cool people here 22. Give us a headcanon for [character] Ok normally i would answer this one but i spent all my creative energy on an essay earlier...consider this my IOU 24. What's your favourite thing about [character]? Fl4k was actually a character made in a lab for me i swear to god. An archivist bot developing sentience and deciding become a hunter to serve a personification of death... im sorry but is that not literally the coolest shit ever. Maybe it would be easier to stop falling into the stereotype of "every nonbinary character is nonhuman" if they would stop making them so fucking awesome as for zer0. their offputting demeanor and autistic swagger has captivated me

i answered as many as i could ^_^ enjoy yay

[enigmatist17]

Did It Happen? (Sir Hammerlock x Wainwright Jakobs)

I FINISHED THE DLC AND I AM READY TO WRITE.

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The room he wakes up in is warm and dark, a slice of light peeking from between some curtains to his left. The edge of the light lingers on hazel hair laced with grey, and for a moment he stares.

It’s when he catches sight of dried blood hidden just beneath the surface, that the bits of the previous night come back.

Alistair is being suffocated. He can hear the Vault Hunters fighting below, fighting Eleanor Olmstead and her husband. 

Her husband, who is wearing his beloved Wainwright like a fucking used suit.

He had tried to call out to Winny, call to his beloved and bring him out of Vincent Olmstead’s control. Instead a tentacle had wrapped around Alistair’s throat, and was choking the very life from his being. The hunter did his best to keep breathing, but the fleshy area fading from his view only dragged his hopes further and further away.

Winny, I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough…

One eye goes wide before the man, Alistair Hammerlock, jerks back and off of his bed. Hitting the hardwood floor barely registered to the man, singular hand trembling as it instinctively covered his throat. The skin was so sensitive, throat burning with each breath shuddering he took, it was all too much. Alistair wanted to vomit, heart pulsing louder and louder in his ears as he tried to take in his surroundings in the dim morning light. Something rests on his shoulder, and Alistair nearly jumps before in the blink of his remaining eye, someone is kneeling right in front of him. Brown eyes, beautiful brown eyes that aren’t rimmed with black tracks or glowing a cursed green, are looking at him with concern and love. 

“Winny…” Wainwright says nothing when Alistair leans forward, pulling him into a kiss. Alistair doesn’t care that his neck protests, blinking away the black dots in his eye as he kisses his husband’s lips. Yes, husband! He and Wainwright had married, the hunter so out of it he had agreed to Wainwright’s rushing insistence of marrying in the bowels of a now dead ancient being. It had been for the best, Alistair needing assistance from Zane when his mechanical leg had finally given out sometime during the walk back, having been crushed during the time he had chased after Wainwright and had gone missing. The party had been pushed off, the rather late guests taken aside by the newest Vault Hunters as he and Wainwright had retired to their room. The hunter wants to cry when Wainwright pulls back, but only bites the inside of his cheek as he is helped up and onto the bed. Their bloodied clothes, perfectly tailored white suits at one time now stained red and black, sat crumpled up by the door, poorly hidden with a towel. Alistair's leg is on one of the writing desks, his arm neatly beside it and almost cleaned from the blood and viscera from the dead eldritch horror. The silence is oppressive, Alistair staring up as he laid back, trying to give his green and purple mottled neck support from the pain. 

“Alistair…” There is no second voice buzzing in the back of Alistair’s mind, chanting THE HEART STILL BEATS, THE HEART STILL BLEEDS. Wainwright sees the way Alistair clenches his fist, and moves his own shaking hands to gently hold it. He hadn’t expected Alistair to jerk out of bed, the hunter looking so frightened and lost that it nearly brought tears from Wainwright’s eyes. Alistair was the strong one, resilient and his rock, ready to dash into danger and come out with nary a scratch. Instead, he looked very much the opposite, trying his damnedest not to cry in front of his husband while he was on borderline hyperventilation. Under the bruising, Wainwright could see the telltale mark of a tentacle suction cup on the side of Alistair’s neck, and he suddenly wanted to vomit. Instead, the Edenian moves to lie beside his husband, ever so carefully slipping his arm under Alistair’s neck to draw him close. There is a choked noise, but the hunter says nothing as he curls into Wainwright’s side, shaky breaths leaving him faster and faster each time. Hammerlock still hadn’t recovered fully from his time in the Anvil, and to only see what were undoubtedly such a small portion of his injuries upset Wainwright something fierce.

“I thought I lost you.” Neither knows who spoke first, but their mingled confessions both weigh on them, yet free some of the crushing pressure on their chests. Wainwright is the first, a tear dripping down his cheek as he nestles his nose into Alistair’s hair, pressing kiss after kiss to his husband's forehead. The scent of gunpowder, leather and earth grounds him, something that he desperately needs right now. Alistair isn’t very far behind, sniffling as tears begin to fall from his eye. He isn’t ashamed, gripping Wainwright’s nightshirt as if to tether the other to him, lest he be lost the moment Alistair lets go. Whiskey, shaved metal and smoke are prevalent when he is able to breathe, only making the tears come faster. They lay there, quietly crying and taking in the other before finally, they lull to a neutral state. Making the first move, Alistair forces himself to slowly sit up, wheezing as his back protests and before he can slump over, Winny is there and cradling him upright. 

“Winny…” He doesn’t know what to say, wincing as he is finally stable enough to sit. Wainwright moves, snatching the closest med-pack and carefully injecting some of the red liquid into Alistair’s neck. It hurts at first, but soon the numbness spreads, and most of the intermediate wounds slowly stop aching, the bruising now appearing days old. Carefully testing his arm, Alistair is pleased that his back does not protest, and his neck only aches when he turns too fast. The empty pack is disposed of, and when Wainwright turns around, Alistair gets a good look. 

Wainwright looks...apprehensive. His left hand is twitching out a rhythm against his leg, and the man seems to keep looking around, as if expecting things to change. His eyes, no longer black or glowing, look heavy, his face still marred slightly by the black curse that had been forced upon his body for over two weeks now. Alistair feels nothing but hatred for the now deceased Olmstead’s as he carefully gets onto his one leg. It’s unseemly as he all but hops over to Wainwright, who seemed to realize that Hammerlock needed to do this on his own. Using his husband as a support, Alistair looks down into those brown eyes, and only sees uncertainty and barely-disguised fear lingering even further underneath.  

“Am I here Alistair?” His question is barely a whisper, and all Alistair can do is to reach up and caress Wainwright’s face with a soft hush.

“As assuredly as we breathe air. You are here, and you are married to me.” He can see relief well up in those beautiful eyes, and Alistair gives a soft smile of assurance. He had no idea what his other half went through, remembering the wild look in his eye when he was freed, having vomited up what looked like black tar after The Heart had been destroyed. FL4K had held Wainwright up, silent as a hysterical Hammerlock rushed over and took hold of his lover.

“I trust you my dear...I cannot trust myself in these times.” Wainwright never admitted to anything, no, if anything bothered the Jakobs then it damn well stayed inside his head. For him to speak it without hesitation made Alistair’s stomach churn. He only nods, and they stand for a few moments before Wainwright helps Alistair to freshen up. The bath they take is tense, Alistair’s numerous bruises making Wainwright clearly upset, almost hesitant to touch Alistair until the hunter guides his hands. In return, Alistair can’t stop staring at Wainwright’s body, what could only be described as runes now marked across his body as if they had always been there. It doesn’t matter however, Alistair eventually just holding the other as close to his body as possible.

“I love you Winny, I love you more than I can ever say.” He feels his lover all but melt into his embrace, and Alistair finally feels the first fringes of calm wash over him.

“I love you too Alistair, an’ I’ll always be the first ta say it.” It’s a small joke between them, Wainwright the first to blurt out the words before Alistair could, and he feels Alistair’s chest vibrate with a soft laugh. Eventually they get out of the slowly cooling water, Alistair digging out his spare leg after putting on his mostly cleaned arm. The door looks almost foreboding, as if the terrors from the last weeks were just waiting to strike.

Yet as they took each other's hand, those fears seemed so much weaker as Wainwright opened the door. Nothing would ever get between them again, the Jakobs-Hammerlock’s would make sure of it.

[backtothedisaster]

You asked for asks on Fl4k and Zer0 so here I am

When playing as Fl4k and you first meet Zer0, they comment that Zer0's familiar to them. Why do you think that is?

Also, what's your story for how they wound up together? What prompted them becoming a couple?

Is it a sexual relationship or an asexual one?

Does Zer0 have a favorite pet of Fl4k's?

What does a typical "date" of theirs look like?

Does Fl4k know and/or care about what's under Zer0's suit, or are they just kinda like "it's irrelevant, because Zer0 would still be the same person whether I knew or not"?

Barrage of questions, obviously don't have to answer all of them I just adore these two. Tbh they're my faves of their respective games.

anon i think we're friends now? legally speaking

When playing as Fl4k and you first meet Zer0, they comment that Zer0's familiar to them. Why do you think that is? - honestly i dont think about this nearly as much as i should because its such a good concept. i think theyve definitely encountered eachother before (like Long long before. maybe during fl4ks archivist days. personally i think since zer0 and fl4k are both nonhuman they r probably significantly "older" than the rest of the raiders at least like..physically? if that makes any sense. Especially fl4k. i think it hasnt been *that* long since they gained sentience probably only a few decades or so but theyve been around for a. very long time) i really like the idea that zer0 is some kind of man-made alien cyborg...thing? so maybe they had the same/similar creators (considering they share some abilities) Either way i hope so so bad we get an actual canon explanation eventually

Also, what's your story for how they wound up together? What prompted them becoming a couple? - i dont think they ever formally acknowledge theyre together or whatever they just kind of fall into it. after they meet eachother on promethea they get really into this weird alien/robot courting thing of giving eachother bits of dead guys or loot or whatever like theyre fucked up cats. and from an outside perspective they hardly ever talk directly. And it confuses everyone around them so so so much but they both know exactly what theyre doing. its like evil flirting

Is it a sexual relationship or an asexual one? - sexual wahoo

Does Zer0 have a favorite pet of Fl4k's? - broodless ... she is very loyal and focused but also calmer than the rest of them i think. zer0 likes that. Close second is mr chew because who doesnt love the dog lets be real

What does a typical "date" of theirs look like? - tbh they just go out and kill things together and thats like the closest approximation of a date they can get

Does Fl4k know and/or care about what's under Zer0's suit, or are they just kinda like "it's irrelevant, because Zer0 would still be the same person whether I knew or not"? - i think fundamentally fl4k is driven by the desire to know exactly what zer0 is and where they came from (i think this goes both ways but its especially true for fl4k) so obviously they want to know so badly whats under the mask. still though if they did know i dont think it would change anything about their relationship too much...i think they just want to know everything about eachother and their pasts. (speaking of which i have a solid concept in mind for unmasked zer0 i just. really need to draw it)