#tyreen calypso x reader

[doom-dreaming]

Tyreen x shy!s/o?

You get a mini fic and you get a mini fic! Everybody gets a mini fic!

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"C'mon baby..." Her voice is so gooey sweet that for a minute you forget what she's asking you to do. "You'll be fiiiine... It's only a sentence. Besides," her dark lips tilt into a smirk and she crosses her arms. "You're announcing me. And you love me."

She's...got a point, you have to admit. But on camera? For all ten billion of their followers to see? You shift your weight. "Tyreen, I don't--"

"Think about this." She throws her arms open wide as if to hug you. But she doesn't. "You're mine. We're in a relationship. D'you know how many of our stupid followers would kill to be in your place? All of them. Baby..." Her arms drop to her sides as she sighs. "Just do it...for me?"

You know it's coming and you know you won't be able to say no and-- There it is.

She pouts. "Please...?"

Your resolve crumbles. How are you supposed to resist those sad blue eyes? "Okay..."

"Yes!" This time she does hug you, very briefly. It tingles. "You're the best, babe! Lemme go get Troy's cam-bot and we'll do a couple test runs..." Her voice fades out as she hurries in the direction of her brother's room, leaving you wondering why the hell you just agreed to this.

You sigh. Only a sentence. How bad could it be?

......

Seeing your face on screen is still embarrassing, still makes you blush, but she was right. It wasn't that bad.

She sweeps into the room, grinning. "See! I knew you could do it!" She leaves a quick peck on your cheek. "You sounded awesome! You're gonna give Mouthpiece a run for his money!"

The compliment makes your blush flare hotter, but you can't help the giddy swell of satisfaction that blooms in your chest in response to her praise.

[magknightidv]

Borderlands #1 - Losing You

Scenario: The Calypso Twins (Separate) open a vault but don't realise the danger they put you in.

Characters: Tyreen Calypso, Troy Calypso

Warnings: angst, mentions of gore, mentions of blood, mentions of death, guilt

Masterlist

My Ko-fi

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TYREEN CALYPSO

They finally opened a vault without the vault thiefs getting in their way.

Troy had been stood beside her to her right and you to her left. You looked to her as if she had placed the stars in the sky, so much pride and hope. All for her.

And she had mimicked these looks back at you.

Until it wasn't there, and instead replaced with fear, hurt, disappointment. Until the light drained from your eyes. Until you were gone.

The Vault monster's claws sheathed within your ribcage while your intestines pour out from the lower slices through you.

She leeches the Vault monster without a single word spoken. Her anger is silent and quickly subsides when she sees your corpse hit to floor finally

Troy wasn't close to you but he respectfully bows his head, the cov followers do the same. Tyreen grits her teeth and stands up away from you.

"Let's go. We have what we need."

And then she leaves. Without you. Without what she actually needed.

TROY CALYPSO

You came with him to the Jakobs Estate, Aurelia tried to put the moves on him but you weren't letting that slide. Unless you could join.

He ran off after the last Jakobs and you ran to make sure the Vault Thiefs didn't get you.

But they did.

A little before getting to Aurelia.

Troy found you in the gardens, bullet wounds all over. Blood seeping past your lips. Skin pale. Eyes faded. Jaw bruised.

He yells out in anguish and rushes to you. He drops to his knees.

Nobody is around to help you, no cult members, no Tyreen, nobody.

He gathers you up into his arms and sobs into your chest. Tears flowing freely and eventually into your wounds, but you do not feel the stinging that you would normally feel from salty tears entering a wound.

You're already gone.

You were what grounded him. Kept him from snapping at Tyreen. Kept him from hurting important members of the cult. You protected him when he needed it. You gave him praise for simply being himself.

He loved--no. He loves you. He'll continue loving you until the day he dies. In fact, he can't wait.

He wants your smile, your laughter, your warmth. But all he receives is a cadaver as cold as Windshear Waste.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I love you I love you I love you..." His babbling is all that can be heard for the rest of the night in the Jakobs Garden.

[sonof-leda]

Random Troy Headcanon

(I recently went to Canadian Tire ((I’m Canadian)) and they had a display of roombas, and my mind lead me here)

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You can’t tell me that Troy doesn’t fucking LOVE roombas. 

I meant who doesn’t

He’s never actually heard of them before tbh.

He was just browsing through some shops at some random outpost.

He wanted to get some air and maybe pick up some parts for his gadgets.

That's when he saw them.

 Five little circular robots buzzing around in a little display area.

It was love at first beep. 

He buys all of them.

Of course, he names them because only a heathen wouldn’t name their little robot friends.

He gives them little upgrades, makes sure they are all unique.

Tyreen isn’t really sure what to make of her brother’s small robot vacuum cleaner army.

At first, she thinks they are a distraction.

But after seeing a gun haul video where halfway through Troy starts talking about his robot babies. 

So many views and comments.

The cult loves those damn things.

Everyone loves them tbh. 

You those people who vlog about their pets?

Same thing but roombas.

Troy also slowly accumulates more roombas. 

5 turns to like 17.

Followers give sacrifices for the roombas.

Tyreen pretends to be indifferent but one time during a live stream one of them got stuck, and she stopped to help it, calling it by its name and giving it a little pat before sending it off. 

EVERYONE. LOVES. THE. ROOMBAS.

Followers have fan pages for them.

There are priests whose job is just to take care of the roombas.

Troy is the crazy cat lady but with roombas. 

[yarugawitch]

Tyreen Calypso/F!Reader: In the dragon's lair

>Masterpost | >Request Info

SFW-ish, one-shot, female/afab reader, reader works for COV, suggestive, kissing || BL3, 4690w rus, 5503w eng

FULL:https://archiveofourown.org/works/61581502/chapters/158754127

[In all the languages of all the planets, there was a phrase along the lines of "don't wake the beast". Plain and simple, it never leads to anything good. But sometimes, just sometimes and on special occasions, it was downright necessary.

You stared at the closed door to Tyreen's room, not quite sure what to do. It was no secret how much the cult leader valued her personal space. No one but Troy and you dared come within even a meter of this hallway until Tyreen Calypso herself decided she was ready to have or hear anyone. In four out of five cases, violating this established order was the cause of a quick but by no means painless death. And now it was two in the morning according to Pandora's time, so the murderous intent could escalate beyond catastrophic.

In that respect, Tyreen resembled a dragon. A ruthless and awfully greedy dragon, sitting in its lair.

Even though you didn't do any heavy-lifting work-wise and held a high position in the cult only in name and thanks to nepotism, even you were getting tired of running around from place to place, keeping track of things and answering questioning followers. You could only imagine how tired the Calypso twins themselves were.

Still, you needed this night's sleep.]

Тайрин Калипсо/ОЖП: В логове дракона

RUS FULL:https://archiveofourown.org/works/61582612/chapters/157440574

[Во всех языках всех планет так или иначе была фраза, которая гласила: не буди зверя. Просто и понятно — ни к чему хорошему это не приводило.

Но иногда, лишь иногда и в особых случаях, это было просто необходимо.

Она уставилась на закрытую дверь в комнату Тайрин, не совсем понимая, как ей быть. Ни для кого не было секретом то, насколько сильно глава культа ценила свое личное пространство. Никто, кроме Троя и нее, не смел приближаться к этому коридору и на метр, пока Тайрин Калипсо сама не решила, что готова кого-то принимать или слушать. В четырех случаях из пяти нарушение этого установленного порядка было причиной быстрой, но далеко не безболезненной смерти. А сейчас был второй час ночи по времени Пандоры, поэтому убийственный настрой мог накаляться до просто катастрофических пределов.

В этом плане Тайрин скорее напоминала дракона. Безжалостного и страшно жадного дракона, сидевшего в своем логове.

Несмотря на то, что она сама в общем-то не тащила крупной доли работы на плечах и была на довольно высокой позиции в культе лишь номинально, благодаря непотизму, даже она* уставала со всей этой беготней с места на место, постоянной слежкой и ответами вопрошающим последователям. Насколько уставали сами близнецы Калипсо, она могла только представить.

Тем не менее, ей нужен был этот сон.]

Divider by: cafekitsune

[helpfandom]

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

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

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

This?

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

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

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

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

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

[acradelius]

KINKTOBER '24 IDEAS PT. 2

The initial plan was just to write all the pieces around men, but I've decided that some of our favorite gals need some time in the spotlight as well :) Therefore, here's my ideas for our special ladies!

PS. I'm thinking about going with monsters for the remaining 5-6 ideas. Any suggestions?

Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Link to Kinktober '24 Ideas PT. 1

I. "Spread Your Legs, Superfan"

FANDOM - Borderlands 3

PAIRING - Tyreen Calypso x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Entering the 'once-in-a-lifetime-chance' sweepstake for eternal fame and fortune being hosted by Tyreen Calypso was supposed to be for amusement. To Reader's surprise, she ends up winning the sweepstakes, meeting up with Tyreen to obtain her reward. Unbeknownst to Reader, Tyreen's reward of fame and fortune included becoming her personal sex toy.

(why are there no gifs for my amazing woman Carla)

II. "Happy Birthday, Slayer"

FANDOM - Dead Island 2

PAIRING - Carla x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - It's difficult to celebrate your girlfriend's birthday whenever you're stuck in zombie land, Los Angeles, but Carla is determined to make it happen. She knows that avoiding zombies and assholes can be quite stressful and lead to frustration, especially sexual frustration, but Carla knows how to make it all better for Reader with a certain gift.

III. "Temporary Peace Treaty"

FANDOM - The Last of Us (Part 2) (AU?)

PAIRING - Abby x Female! Reader, Ellie x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - If it wasn't for Abby's girlfriend, Reader, Ellie and Abby would've already killed each other. Seeing how much more distress that Reader's in due to the tension and arguing between Ellie and Abby, they proceed to agree of a "peace treaty" between them, but what's to happen during a drunken night that Reader expresses that she wants both women?

IV. "Punishment Is Irrefutable"

FANDOM - Resident Evil Village

PAIRING - Lady Dimitrescu x Female! Villager! Reader (Mother Miranda x Female! Villager! Reader as well, just for safety measures)

SUMMARY - During a siege upon the village by Lady Dimitrescu, Reader happens to be one of the unfortunate villagers to become her next meal. Yet, somehow Reader becomes one of Dimitrescu's favorites, causing her to be spared, but hidden away from the others. Nothing can truly be hidden from Mother Miranda though, and upon Reader being discovered, Lady Dimitrescu can't escape from punishment this time.

V. "Playing With Your Food"

FANDOM - Overwatch 2

PAIRING - Kiriko Kamori x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Kiriko has always had a sweet tooth, especially whenever it came to donuts. Convincing her best friend to have a sleepover to try these new "special" donuts, Reader comes to discover that Kiriko likes to use them for other fun things besides eating.

[moxxis-bar]

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

Internet Friends

Platonic Calypso Twins x Gender Neutral Reader

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

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

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

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

‘hey’

‘hey’

‘hey’

‘heyyyyyyyyy’

‘u should get online’

‘nd settle a fight between me n troy’

‘bc this idiot thinks pineapple belongs on pizza’

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

‘ty is a LIAR’ 

‘that is NOT what we were fighting abt’

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

‘I SWEAR SHES LYING’

‘plz get on’

‘i need another voice of reason’

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

‘whats this abt troy liking pineapple on pizza?’

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

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

‘nuh uh he totally said that’

‘did not’

‘ok he basically said that’

‘basically and totally arent the same thing’

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

‘wait ok so what did troy say?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘YESSS THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA’

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

‘im not eating pineapple on pizza for you weirdos’

‘besides’

‘even if i would’

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

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

‘not like you could find us anyhow’

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

Tyreen texted back.

‘ugh thats right’

‘mannnn’

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

‘even if he tried’

‘he won’t be able to stop us >:)’

‘we’ll be so sneaky nd run away’

‘and then we’ll come see u’

‘waddya think troy?’

‘i guess…’

‘but i do wanna see (y/n)’

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

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

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

‘AND’

‘TROY DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT STORY’

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

Tyreen Calypso x F!reader

Request: "why aren't you afraid of me?" angst and fluff with Tyreen

Genre: Angst-Fluff

Fandom: Borderlands 3

Warnings: None

Linktree

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Troy rolled his eyes at Tyreen’s plan; she wanted to kidnap (y/n). He didn’t understand why she would want to do that. (y/n) wasn’t a siren, she wasn’t close to Lilith and the crimson raiders. So the twins couldn’t use her for ransom or leverage.

“Ty, just explain it to me. Why do you want her here? To be a hostage? For ransom? What?” Troy asked, frustrated at the silence.

Tyreen just about screamed in frustration. She didn't know why she wanted (y/n) by her side. She couldn’t explain the feeling in words.

But she did know that she wanted to have (y/n) by her side. She wanted to be able to become close with someone without accidentally leeching off of them.

Without killing them.

“Look, I don’t know. I don’t know why, but I need her. Okay?” Tyreen fired back.

Troy glared at the ground, not liking the idea one bit. But, it wasn’t like he had any say in what was going to happen. But for his sister, he’d help, not like he had much of a choice.

“Fine. Let’s go get her,” Troy said, defeated.

Tyreen was satisfied, finally. She hated when Troy questioned her authority. But she could worry about him later.

Right now all she wanted was (y/n) and Tyreen always got what she wanted.

…

It was hours later when Tyreen finally had (y/n) in the Calypso's hideout, an abandoned cottage on Pandora where almost no people lived.

Tyreen wanted a small house in the case she ever wanted to back out of the "God-queen" shtick.

But now it was being used as a holding ground for (y/n) while Tyreen figured out why the hell she even did this in the first place. Tyreen ran a hand down her face in frustration but regained her Queen persona as she strolled into the room where (y/n) was being held with multiple chains.

“Hey Vault-thief, it’s nice to see you awake! I’m sure that you’re just dying to know why we kidnapped and brought you here, right?” Tyreen said as she turned away from the caged-up window in the room to look at (y/n) lounged about on the big bed, her eyes were sleepy as she sat up and stared Tyreen in the eyes with nothing but innocent confusion, ignoring the chains entirely.

“Wh-where am I?” (y/n) asked whilst she rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleep.

Tyreen took in a shaky breath, not being prepared for her nature quite yet. Tyreen took a deep breath before she started her God-Queen speech, “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here, so I’ll just get into it. You see, pet, my brother and I can’t continue with our ruling and getting the vault without your buddies,” Tyreen sneered out the next word, “Vault hunters.”

Tyreen turned her full attention to (y/n) to see what she had to say, but she was fully paying attention to the woman before her. There wasn’t a sign of fear present on her face despite the knowledge of the power Tyreen possessed.

Tyreen started to become confused as there wasn’t even a hint of fear.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me? I leech everything I touch! Do you have any idea what it’s like to be scared to even touch your own family in fear of killing them?” Tyreen asked, her hands shaking with defeat.

(y/n)’s expression changed to one of sympathy as she was sure, given all the echoes she had found on Pandora, it couldn’t have been easy growing up as a siren whose power was leeching. Slowly, (y/n) stood from the bed and held out her own hand.

“Tyreen, please. You don’t have to do this. We can help you. The crimson raiders have plenty of experience with sirens. But you need to stop this, you’re not a leech. You can be so much more. Just let me help you.”

Tyreen hesitated after those words. She closed her eyes for a moment before she slowly grabbed (y/n)’s hand, accepting that she was tired and wanted this to be done.

“Okay. Help me, please.”

[burnt-ghost-toast]

If Destiny Would Give Us Forever

Tyreen Calypso x Reader Summary: Tyreen is on a mission to become a God. She’d argue it’s her destiny and that she’s only doing what she has to, but what do you do if it’s all too much? We gotta break sometime, and this is yours. Word Count: 1k

Author’s Note: I love Tyreen and wish she had more content. So here’s some light angst and relationship doubts because, lets be honest, being with Tyreen would not be easy.

“Three, two, one—” Kaboom! Tyreen watched as the remains of one of her followers rained down across the desert valley she and Troy were currently filming in. The death of the cult member didn’t phase the others as they cheered and reared up for a second attempt at building a rocket. She wasn’t sure whose bright idea it was to race to Elpis in ships built from scrap yard junk, but who was she to deny her ECHOstream cool explosions?

Tyreen looked at her brother who shot her a quick thumbs up signaling he caught the whole thing live. With a few edits they could release a best bloody bits reel later that same day to bring in more viewers. Today would be a perfect day, or so Tyreen thought.

You were a long time Pandoran resident. In fact, if you hadn’t spent your life growing up on this deathtrap you never would have met Tyreen, but on days like this, where you watched your girlfriend smile and laugh as another bandit died or killed for her cause, you wondered if never meeting would have been better. In the beginning, there wasn’t so much death, and when she went around with her brother filming their conquest over bandits you found their videos harmless. Just two young adults finding their way, but then their foothold grew and control of the bandits expanded to what it was now: the Children of the Vault, a cult dedicated to serving your girlfriend and her twin brother.

Tyreen’s abilities were impressive and you knew getting involved with a siren would be dangerous business, but what the hell? You were in love. And now you watched the highlight reels the twins put out while you waited for Tyreen to get home like she promised she would tonight.

When Tyreen finally did get home she was beaming and feeling needy. It’s just what a good day does to her. She found you sitting at your kitchen table with her ECHOcast pulled out in front of you.

“Like what you see?” Tyreen’s chest puffed out in pride. She rested a hand on the table and the other on the back of your chair then leaned in to give you a kiss. You pulled back much to Tyreen’s distaste. “Not enough blood and limbs for ya?” She joked and moved her hand from your chair to your shoulder.

Your lips curled at her words. Standing, you placed yourself just out of her reach. “You think this is funny?” The cold tone of voice brought Tyreen to a halt.

“Are you actually mad at me right now?” Tyreen questioned, now holding back an amused smirk. Sure the two of you had talks about some of the violence in the COV and recent missions to enter the Vaults, but who cares? She was doing something important and her power would benefit you both.

You didn’t see it that way.

“Yes, I’m mad at you, and if you’re going to treat this all like one of your little games then you can leave.” You said, your tone harsh.

Mad? At her? Ha! Ridiculous. It wasn’t Tyreen’s fault you didn’t know how to take a joke. Her followers loved this shit, but here you were upset. How was Tyreen supposed to understand petty, human emotions. She was the God Queen, and it would do you some good to remember that.

“My followers are just proving their loyalty and helping us find our happily ever after.”

“Tyreen,” you let out an annoyed sign, rubbing your forehead in an attempt to rub away the oncoming headache and tears, “they do as you say. If you told them to stop killing they would stop!”

Tyreen scoffed and looked at you through her lashes, “really, (Y/N)? You’ve lived on Pandora longer than I have and you really believe these psychos know anything but killing?”

“Ugh,” you threw your hands up, “you could at least try! Or at least stop letting them kill innocent people.”

“I never asked for this! I was destined for-“

“Yeah, I get it, Tyreen! I get it and I don’t care. Fuck destiny.” You felt your throat ache, but you force yourself to speak. “Ty, I love you, but I can’t keep doing this.” Tears weld up in your eyes, and for a moment it seemed like Tyreen would brush them away and make everything okay. But that was just a moment, and you felt it pass as Tyreen shouts in retaliation to your defiance.

“You’re not doing anything. Troy and I are the ones getting our hands dirty, and we’re fine with that.”

“Well I’m not. Maya almost died—”

“That Vault thief? Why do you even care? She left you, they all left you!”

“It wasn’t like that!” Your frustration became more clear with each word, “and I wouldn’t have told you about my past if I knew you were going to use it against me.”

Tyreen took a step back, before taking two forward and glaring coldly, clearly affected by your words.

“I mean—” you found yourself back tracking. Tyreen was someone who valued your honesty, someone who was aggressive and possessive, and someone who wants to know all of you. It was easy to fall into her world, her touch, but pulling away was often painful. “I like telling you these things, but please don’t twist them. All of the vault hunters had their own lives, and when they started to scatter I was the one who pulled away. I could have joined the Crimson Raiders as a full time member, but I left. I was looking for my own… my own..” Words failed you now as they did then. You sighed and shrug, “I don’t know. But I found you.”

This gave Tyreen pause. For once the streamer didn’t have something to say. The world was meant to be hers, but what was she supposed to do if you became her world? This was skag shit. She was a God, and gods didn’t deal with petty, human emotions. And yet. “Maybe it was destiny.” She found herself responding, piercing blue eyes meeting your own.

You couldn’t stop the next words from pouring out, “how long does destiny give us?” You found yourself laughing, but soon it became choked sobbing. Before you could protest, not that you think you would have, Tyreen wrapped herself around you. Your head was buried in her furs as Tyreen spoke quickly, softy: “Para siempre” For forever

[clockworkrobotic]

hey look I did it again | Tyreen Calypso x  Reader

this is like 3x as long as the troy fic because it’s My Fic For Me adn i love my disgusting wife and there is NOT enough Tyreen content out there

Kinda heavy I guess? I’m into nasty stuff. Still new to writing smut but the other one got a good reception so I hope I’ve had a breakthrough

Warnings for biting, overt vampirism, violence, blood, pet/servitude kink, degradation, sex, kind of du/bcon, I don’t condone this kind of behaviour irl i’m just thirsty

 You could hear Tyreen parading through the corridor to your room from a hundred miles away. She’s not the quietest, but this evening, she’s particularly loud.

 Her footsteps resonate through the creaky floorboards, heavy and uneven - it sounds like she’s limping. That can’t be good. You fumble with your shirt buttons, shaking too much to get them undone.

 The doors swings completely back on its hinges and ricochets against the wall. Tyreen stumbles over the threshold, doubled over, clutching her side. Her hand is coated a vicious red and she’s bleeding from the corner of her mouth. Your heart is in your throat as you watch her steady herself against the wall.

“Get... the fuck... over here,” she snarls after a few heaving breaths.

 You scramble to your feet, still attempting to unbutton your shirt. You know the drill by now, but your trembling fingers won’t cooperate.

 Her hands are on you as soon as you’re within reach, and you catch a glimpse of the torn, bloody mess of her clothes and abdomen where the bullet had entered. She’s shivering violently, struggling to keep a grip on you, and when she drags you to the floor you aren’t sure if it’s intentional or if she’s falling and taking you down with her.

“Don’t waste my fucking time.” She smacks your hands away and pulls open the collar of your shirt. You don’t have time to react before her hands are on your throat, what feels like her full bodyweight crushing your windpipe, and she’s glaring you down with a look as desperate as it is hungry.

 It takes a moment for the feeling to sink in, but it sinks in hard. She’s drained you before, to incapacitate you, for her own pleasure - but this is different. This is need. You feel like she’s reaching into your chest and crushing your lungs, your vision spotting, your head throbbing, starved of oxygen. Your heart thrums uselessly, unable to keep pace with how rapidly the life is bleeding from you. You don’t even have the strength to reach for your throat.

 After what could have been hours, she finally lets go. Your head is pounding and you cough pathetically, the jolt of your chest costing your spent body the last of its energy.

 For a moment you think she’s going to be merciful. She rolls back on her heels, panting intensely, shifting to straddle you in a more comfortable position. You can just make her out through blurry vision; she rubs her forehead with the heel of her palm and takes a few steadying breaths before reaching down to assess her gunshot wound.

 Sensation seeps back into your limbs, albeit slowly. You try to raise your hand to your face, managing only to jerk your arm weakly.

 Tyreen is inspecting her hand and scowling.

“Not… Enough.”

 She lunges for you again, claws out, going for your exposed chest. Her nails rake thick lines into your skin, deep enough to draw blood, vicious enough to make you gasp. The assault lasts a second but she’s panting as she pulls away, and she pauses briefly to compose herself before aiming another attack.

 This time she pulls further, tearing through your shirt buttons, clawing the length of your stomach. She’s trying to tear right into you, deep into your skin, but she can’t find the force to do it. Blood tracks thin paths over your shoulders. If you had the energy to scream you would.

 Her hands land on your shoulders, fingers still tensely digging into you. You brace yourself for another round, but it doesn’t come.

 Instead, her hands seem to go slack and she runs them gently over the wounds she’s made, smearing blood across your chest, following an imaginary line up to your throat dotted with bruises and red fingerprints. She leans in, breath tingling warm against you. You dare not breathe as she noses coyly at your collarbone, feathering kisses along your clavicle.

 And bites.

 She has to fight to tear your flesh, but her teeth sink into you much more easily than you expect. You panic, searching desperately for the energy to push her off, but it doesn’t come. You can feel her every movement against you, the way her teeth drag bluntly through you, catching as she sinks too deep and can’t match the pace of her own hunger.

 She pulls away momentarily, wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, and leans in again, higher this time, closer to your jugular. Your mouth hangs open, screaming silently as you feel her sated groan vibrating against your throat. Your chest convulses, aching for words that won’t come.

 Your silence is broken when she hits a vein, finally, what she’s looking for. A choked cry twists from your lips as she pulls at the wounds she’s made, the nauseating sensation of blood dragging through your veins the wrong way. You feel dizzy, empty, resigned, barely objecting when she pulls you upright and buries her mouth into your neck.

 Tyreen’s arms weave around your back, holding you in a perverse mockery of comfort. She continues to drink deeply, hungrily from you, and your heart feels like it’s going to give out. And close to your chest you feel her heart, hammering intently, punctuated by her heaving gasps in the brief moments of respite when she pulls away from your throat to breathe. You’re aware of blood, yours and hers; running down your chest from the wounds on your throat, sticking and chafing against you from her own injuries, connecting you both with depraved intimacy.

 It could have been minutes, or hours. It could have been days. Tyreen lets go of you, letting you hit the floor unceremoniously. The smack of your head against the hardwood shocks through you, knocking what remains of your breath from your lungs.

 You’re aware of her eyes on you. You can barely see at this point, but the chill that ripples through you when she holds you in cold regard transcends your vision. She makes a funny, agreeable noise, and her weight lifts from your waist.

 You want to move. You want to roll onto your side and go to sleep. You want to get up and move back to your bed and hide under the covers until you feel human again. You’re dimly aware of your throat pulsing gently, the blood soaking into the wood beneath you, another stain seeping into the floor, another reminder of her conquest over you in her absence.

 Every sound Tyreen makes is amplified: her footsteps echo against the floor, the rustle of fabric, her slightly laboured breathing. It’s making your head hurt. The world is blurry and senseless, everything melding together into formless sound and colour.

 Through the fog, her fingers dance along your jaw. She’s kneeling above your head, pulling you up to lie on her lap. The motion is dizzying, unpleasant. You can’t find your voice to object.

“Stay with me, sweetheart,” She murmurs as your eyes drift shut, “I’m not done with you yet.”

 Her hand drifts down and brushes against your ragged flesh. You hiss. She chuckles softly, and keeps going, and through your blurry vision you can make out the glow of her tattoos, the blood on her hands, the lines she’s painting down your chest running parallel to the scratches.

 She pauses as she reaches your breast. Her fingertips brush tenderly over your nipple, tracing small circles as she hums her approval. You’re taken aback by how clearly the sensation cuts through the haze.

“Sensitive?” She laughs. Pinches. You gasp in protest, lacking the energy to push back. Her free hand cups under your chin and tilts your head up to look at her. Her face is so vivid you wonder if she’s using her powers to bring you to lucidity; she’s smiling with resigned savagery, features highlighted by the soft glow of her markings. She’s naked. Of course she’s naked.

 She leans over you, hand splaying, feeling down your stomach. She brushes across still-bleeding lesions, dragging dark red marks over you, coating her hands further. The motion is possessive, determined; you don’t think you could move if you wanted to.

 She doesn’t stop when she reaches your waistband. Her hand slips under the fabric as she looms over you, and you find yourself fixated on the blue weaving around her torso, the mess of scars where her skin is knitting back together. You jolt as her fingers, warm and wet from your blood, find your clit, drawing the same small circles, pressing lightly. You’re not sure you have the energy to do this, but it feels good. Pleasure ripples through you and internally you curse at your inability to respond. You want to grind against her fingers, push back against the feathery touch, demand more.

 Of course, she knows this. She continues to tease, fingers never drifting any further between your legs. Somehow, you manage to whine.

 Tyreen laughs gently, adjusting her position, resting two fingertips against you and ceasing the motion.

“Do you think you’ve earnt this, pet?”

 You want to scream. Her fingers curl beneath you, just barely, and she lets out a breathy sound that could be a giggle.

“You’re soaked.”

 Without warning she withdraws her hand. You moan your discontent. She assumes her previous position, kneeling with your head in her lap, and she brings her wet fingers to your lips. It takes no coaxing on her part for you to accept them. Her fingertips brush over your tongue and press down, forcing the heady taste of your blood and your arousal as deep into your mouth as she can without choking you.

“How’s that, faithful?” Her fingers withdraw from you and trace the outline of your lips. “You taste good?” Your breath catches, and you can feel the smirk on her face. “Should I find out for myself?”

She sets you down gently, though your brain still rings as the back of your head connects with the floor. Following her makes you feel dizzy, so you squeeze your eyes shut and pray for your head to stop spinning.

 Tyreen’s hands follow the curve of your hips and hook into your waistband. She presses a kiss against your stomach and continues, following a path further down as she removes the remains of your clothing. It’s not like she lets you wear much.

 Her hands find your hips and tilt you towards her, coaxing your tired legs over her shoulders. It’s uncomfortable; your neck aches and you jerk against the floor as she pulls you closer, but it all melts away when her tongue presses gloriously against you. Her groan entangles with yours as she laps slowly, agonisingly at you, with just enough pressure for you to lose yourself and forget your fatigue. You buck desperately against her mouth and she pulls away with a smirk.

“Patience.” She turns and presses her lips against the inside of your thigh, nipping sharply, making you gasp. She does it again, harder, and you’re sure she draws blood this time; her tongue presses warm and wet against your skin, doing little to soothe the ache, and she kisses her way back up to your core.

 She gives you what you want. Her tongue meets you hungrily, pushing against you with the vigour and gusto of her bites. You couldn’t meet her rhythm if you tried, and your attempts to push back are met with warning growls and the hint of teeth. She presses into you and pulls out just as quickly, flicking her tongue against your clit, and your insides coil deliciously, desperate for release. She’s pushing you into the floor and your head is pounding and you couldn’t care less.

 When she pulls away suddenly, you want to cry. You’re so close, and it’s painfully obvious. Tyreen sets your hips against the floor and crawls on top of you. You’re far from recovered; your legs drop uselessly against the hardwood, desperate as you are to lean up and wrap them around her waist.

 Tyreen takes your chin in her hand, pressing her thumb against your lower lip, forcing you to look at her. You’re lost instantly: the cold blue of her eyes pierces into you and you recoil, remembering what you are and what she is and why you should never let your guard down around her.

 She glares you down until she’s satisfied with your fear. She leans in so close, her lips barely brushing yours, and breathes one word against your mouth.

“Beg.”

 You take a second to process it. She feels so far away, shielded by her dominance and divinity, although she couldn’t be closer to you if she tried. Her grip on your chin tightens in warning. She won’t repeat herself.

 The words spill from your mouth like blood from a wound. You don’t know if you’re making any sense, just babbling whatever comes to mind, coherency lost amid gasps of please and need and mercy and more.

 She’s satisfied. She lets go of your face and pulls you up under her, fingers pushing violently inside you. Her body is pressed against yours, every soft curve and sharp angle of her pushing sublimely against you, her mouth finding your neck once more and nipping hungrily at your healing wounds. Her hips move in rhythm with her fingers, thrusting aggressively, jerking you against the floor. Everything hurts, your breath is knocked from you with her every movement, and as her fingers curl inside you you wail and cry for her to keep going, harder, faster, you’re so close -

 You howl your orgasm, your body wracked with tension and coming apart in her arms. Your fingers dig into her, dragging along her back, your body wrapping around her and pulling her as close as you can.

 She lets you go and you fall back, panting. Her wet fingers touch your lips once again and you barely think, your tongue darts out to meet them and relish in the taste of yourself.

“Good…” She purrs. She pulls away, the back of her hand ghosting down your throat, over your breasts, caressing your thighs as she sits up. “You’re so good, bleeding for me…”

 Your heart steadies and you try to catch your breath. Tyreen is watching you, tattoos glowing softly, and as she runs her hands reverently up your sides you feel warmth and calm flooding your body.

 Tyreen leans over you again and you have to stop yourself flinching. Her fingers move tenderly over the aching wounds she’s made on your neck, healing but still painful.

“I made a mess of you,” she murmurs, seemingly to herself. “I’ll need something sharper for next time.”

[bigcurvyqueer]

Consider

Grinding up against one (or both) of the twins in a dark club while Framing Hanley's cover of Lollipop plays through the speakers. Everything feels heavy and electric and alive.

[doom-dreaming]

Obey

@clockworkrobotic perish :) you know what you did :) :)

I listened to the Lynchwood combat theme and this the whole time so there you go I guess.

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

Normally, you were within arm's reach. Leashed to her bed during the night, trailing behind her during the day. Wherever she went, you followed.

She'd parade you through the crowds, yanking you along if you lingered. The bell on the collar around your neck would give a cheerful little jingle as you stumbled. Everyone saw you. Half of them looked terrified, half of them looked jealous. You weren't sure who you agreed with, honestly.

But of all the places they took you, the stage was never one of them. She would rope you to a ring by the stairs, give you a pat on the head, a kiss on the neck, and sweetly say, "Be good, honey." Troy would snicker and ruffle your hair as he passed.

And that was where you'd stay until they were done showing off. You'd thought about escaping a few times. Now? You'd actually managed it.

Your bare feet carried you unsteadily across the scalding Pandoran sands, through twisted alleyways, around buildings. You were sure you'd seen this part of the camp before, but your memory was fuzzy at best. You took a sharp left turn and tripped, skinning your knee. You couldn't let that slow you down.

"You know you won't make it far..." Her voice was distant, but it still felt too close for comfort. You didn't understand how she'd caught up so quickly. You'd had a good five minutes headstart, at least...

You had to find a way to cover your tracks. You ducked into an open doorway, gritting your teeth against the stinging in your knee. It was bleeding, not too heavily, but enough to run down the front of your leg. You'd worry about that later. Right now you needed to find an advantage.

Getting the collar off was out of the question. She'd put some sort of lock on it, something only she could open. The bell, though... You fumbled with it for a second, feeling around for a weakness. There wasn't one. The ring used to secure it to the collar was a single, solid piece of metal. Not even a seam.

"You can't hide forever..." She was playing with you, it was obvious from the way her words sounded like a song. You could imagine the smirk on her lips, the confident swing of her hips—

She was getting closer. You clamped a hand around the bell and took off again, sprinting this time. You didn't know where you'd go if you did manage to get all the way out. There were armed guards at every gate and miles of unrepentant desert after that. But you'd made the effort. You had to follow through.

Another open door lay ahead of you. If you could just throw her off the trail... Your leg felt wet. Sure enough, there were tiny crimson rivers spanning the distance between your knee and your foot and...oh, shit. You whirled around to check behind you. Interspersed with your footprints were dark splatters, small, but still noticeable. Especially since it seemed as though she was actively tracking you.

Your blood tingled with adrenaline. You had to run, you had to move. Maybe if you could get to a rooftop—

"I'm going to find you." Her voice was smug. Confident. Close.

You pressed yourself against the wall, trying to think of an escape route. Your brain buzzed; thoughts wouldn't form. Over the mental static you heard the sound of chains. Fabric rustling. Boots scuffing in the dirt. You tried to regulate your frenzied breaths. The footsteps stopped on the other side of the doorway. Your heart was in your throat, beating so hard you were sure it would give you away. But it didn't. After an agonizing moment, she moved on. You slid down the wall, taking a few seconds to compose yourself. You had to think. Outwitting the God Queen was no easy feat.

You let one minute pass. Then two. The only sounds from outside were the wind and the distant din of humanity from the rest of the camp. Wiping the blood from your leg, you stood and dared to peer around the doorframe.

Nothing. No one. You steadied yourself with a deep breath. And then you ran. There was a loose plate of metal in the wall close to the east gate, if you could just... You spared a glance at the sky to orient yourself. Well, at least you were running in the right direction, that was a small comfort—

You collided with something as you rounded the next corner.

"Gotcha." Troy's voice was unmistakable; you could hear him grinning. "Game over, babe." You scrambled, turning on your heel, ready to run back the way you'd come, but his mechanical hand locked your arm in a vise grip. "Nuh uh, you ain't goin' anywhere." He jerked you back against him. His breath was hot on your neck. "You think I couldn't smell that adrenaline?" Sharp teeth grazed your skin.

"Troy..." Tyreen appeared in front of you, dust swirling around her. She cocked an eyebrow. "What did I say about playing with my toys?"

“Aw, this?” He jostled you. “Thought we could share. No?”

She rolled her eyes, then turned on you. “Why’d you run, sweetie?” She lifted your chin with one finger. “Don’t you like me?”

You spat directly into her face.

Troy burst into laughter. “Picked a fighter, huh, sis?”

Tyreen wiped her cheek, a sudden cold fire burning behind her eyes. “Listen up, pet. Let’s get one thing solid, here. I’m in charge. On your knees.”

You didn’t move a muscle.

Her face grew stony. “I said...on. your. knees!” She reached out again, the intricate tattoos on her arm ablaze with blinding white-hot light. “When I give an order, you obey. That’s how it works.”

Your chest tightened. Breaths became shallower. Something in the back of your skull started pounding. You tried to move, tried to break free from Troy’s grip, but your limbs felt like putty... You tasted copper and barely managed to bring your free hand up to your face. You pulled away bloodied fingers.

“Let go, Troy.” Her voice sounded distorted. Watery.

You barely felt the pressure on your arm release, but it didn’t matter because Tyreen aimed a kick at your injured knee. You crumpled. For several excruciating minutes, all you felt was pain. Hot sun. Rough sand. Suffocation. Decay. ...and then it lifted. Not all at once. It ebbed away, little by little. Your vision cleared. Your breathing steadied. Your nose didn’t stop bleeding.

She crouched down, taking your face in her hands. “Let’s recap, baby. When I give an order, you what?”

“Obey...” you mumbled, voice broken and gurgly. Blood dripped onto your legs.

“Good. I hope we learned something here today.” She flashed a bright smile as she picked up the end of your leash and turned back toward the center of the camp. “Come on, we have places to be.” She gave it a quick tug and you staggered to your feet, following her. You had no choice. You were back in your rightful place.

****** Tag List: @corpseyb0nes @afterthedreamer @mischiefsilvertongue @marigold-magpie @tricerathotss @vanderlinde-exe  @vanillabuttercreamm @venatoris @misa150025 @xtfgdr4g0nx @ayilachan 

[altrodent]

Tunnel Vision

Pairing: Troy Calypso x Siren Vault Hunter Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?!”

Aw… shit.

~

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

[sonof-leda]

Did anyone ever tell you that pets can be a hand full?

Admittedly you did have to confess that being kept as the Twin Gods pet was generally better than being dead. You were fed and clothed, got regular showers and a nice bed with the added bonus of not having to do any work with the only downfalls being the pet of two cult leaders. 

Not to mention one was a mild cannibal with a biting problem. Regardless life with the two twins was much comfier.   

Though it didn’t mean you fully submitted yourself to being a perfectly well-behaved little pet for them. After all, they wanted a pet and pets came with challenges. 

The first few days of your plan was spent slowly testing out the respective limits each twin had. How much could you get away with? How far could you push before you got punished and what were these punishments?

You spend most of your time screwing with Troy, the brother, for sheer virtue of him being the one to spend the most time with you in their shared quarters. You started small, moving the different things laid out on the workshop bench while he wasn’t looking. This was met with mild confusion when he’d reach for something that wasn’t there and then frustration has he was forced to dig through the chaos of his workstation to find it.  It took for it to happen a few more times before Troy would look over at you with a questioning look. 

You just stared back with a blank stare. 

What came next wasn’t originally planned but you didn’t dare not take advantage of an opportunity when it presented itself. How you somehow got stickers of all things was beyond you but none the less you were pleased with them. 

When Troy pulled you down for a nap (a normal occurrence) you went to work placing the oddly colourful shapes all over his mech arm, mostly in places he wouldn’t notice at first but soon you said ‘fuck it’ and went crazy. You found his sleepy confusion almost adorable when he woke up and viewed the rainbow of decorative stickers over his arm. 

The next few weeks progressed without much fanfare. You continued with your little pranks which were met with amused confusion (Troy) and varying degrees of slight annoyance (Tyreen).    

It all eventually came to a head one morning during a small private meal. The twins were playfully arguing (again, normal) and you tiredly played with your cup when an idea struck you. Silently you waited until you caught the gaze of the twins; first Troy and then Tyreen who both met your blank stare with questioning looks. 

Slowly you took your hand and pushed it against your cup, watching them as they watched you slowly push the object across the table. Once the cup came to the edge of the table you stopped, met their confused gaze, and then promptly gave the cup a finale push so it clattered to the floor below. 

It was silent as the twins seemed to process the admittedly odd event before Troy looked at you with a bewildered expression.

“What the fuck..”

[marmar-97]

Appreciation

He hated being bitched at, especially by his own twin sister. She was too blind to see that he sacrificed sleep every night over helping her with this whole God-queen shit. He felt unappreciated by her and used by her for all this. She didn't even say "thank you" to him once this whole thing started. But there was someone who did care for him, someone who hated to see him suffer like this each day, he was too lost in stress to know that someone wanted to help him until they had the confidence to finally tell him. Snappy Troy inspired by @border-spam amazing writing c:

"Sleeping on the job again Troy? Pathetic..."

"You're so fucking blind to see the shit I do for you and this whole fake God-queen shit... Oh yeah I forgot that you keep me around just to keep me in the shadows and to bitch at, is that it Tyreen?!"

His words were his strong suit, he always knew what to say just to see her crumble and feel like he's at the top of her. He felt satisfied when she knew that he was right. He wasn't intimidated by her, he wasn't taking her bullshit any longer. The look on her face made him know that he was victorious once again and she couldn't give a good comeback but in return all she could say was:

"Just get it fucking done before morning..."

And she leaves him alone for the rest of the night, going into her room thinking about how she's been treating him lately and how she couldn't beat him when it came to him being right about mostly everything, he knew her too well, more than anyone did in the cult. He went back to working on an edit not knowing what time it was nor caring to even check, he just knew it was super late because his eyes felt heavy and he just wanted to sleep, wishing he didn't have to do this day by day. He noticed some feet shuffling on the ground that was nearing his editing studio not even turning around to see who it was, he thought it was Tyreen coming to apologize or something but it wasn't.

"I don't want your fucking pity or apology or whatever Tyreen, go away."

You stopped in the doorway not daring to come near him. You've seen him be stressed so much before, he would lash out on his sister because it was mainly her fault for why he was like this, and you've had enough, you wanted to show him some appreciation and to know someone was there for him.

"O-oh I uh-"

That's when he realized it was your voice, not his sister's. He turns around looking at you with wide eyes then wiping a hand over his face.

"Ah fuck, sorry I'm just- um, do you need anything? Had a nightmare or-"

"Um, I actually came to talk to you..."

"About what exactly?"

You were nervous, he could tell by your body language. You were setting some boundaries being up this late and approaching him when he's alone but he let it pass. You slowly entered the studio closing the door behind you lightly.

"About how you're being treated by, her..."

Your voice was soft and low, you looked down afraid to make eye contact with him. That's when you heard heavy boots approaching you and you didn't look up from your current position afraid to see his expression. He crouched down to your level when he got in front of you.

"It's okay, I wouldn't mind talking to you about it."

His voice was soft, gentle, a side of him that was coming out of its shell. You finally looked up, his frosty blue eyes meeting your E/C eyes. His expression was soft, someone did care for him after all.

"I just think that she cares about herself more than anyone, including you. I hate seeing you like this Troy, I wanted to tell you before but just didn't have the confidence to..."

"I know, she started acting like that ever since the whole cult thing started, I hate it myself honestly, but it's good to know that someone cares for me at least."

He gave you a smile, a normal one unlike that shit eating grin you've seen so many times before and you actually liked it, smiling back at him. He got up from his position scratching the back of his neck chuckling nervously.

"U-um, this might be asking for much but uh, could you stay with me tonight, I would enjoy some company."

Your heart felt like it dropped to your stomach, you couldn't believe that the God-king was asking you for such a favor like this. But you were hoping it wasn't some sort of trap, you didn't decline it anyway.

"Y-yeah, sure."

He went back to his desktop working on the video again while you watched him do his work, not speaking to disturb him. He sat back in his chair stretching then rubbed his neck.

"Shit my neck and shoulders are killing me. Wish I didn't have to do this."

"T-troy?"

"Hm?"

"I-I could help you..."

"Really? How?"

"I could, give you a massage, if you want."

"O-oh, well I don't see why not, give it a try. But you're gonna need to take off my bracer first,I'll help you."

"A-alright."

He helped you take off his prosthetic arm then the bracer. You did it carefully as not to hurt him. Once it was off you stood behind him getting starting on his neck as he worked on the video still.

"Wow, you're hands are like, magic."

It felt good to him. His muscles felt relieved, he felt like sleeping right there from how your soft warm hands felt on his skin. He deserved this kind of treatment for a King right? And you were there to give it to him. You then went to do his shoulders and he sighed in relief, most of the stress going away now.

"Oh yeah, my muscles feel much better now thanks I really needed that."

"Of course, a King deserves special treatment after all."

"Hah, yeah you're right, feels good."

"Need help with anything else?"

"Wish someone could help me with these videos but no one's tech smart like me around here."

"W-well, I'm much of a Tech-whiz myself, I could help."

"Oh really? Thank goodness because doing this by myself is hard."

You helped him edit the video cutting out parts, adding audio and effects to certain parts. It was done within 20 minutes. He allowed you to sit on his lap as you worked.

"Ohhhh yeah we are done baby, thanks for helping me, guess we got something in common after all. "

"Yeah it's good to have someone that you have something in common with."

All of a sudden you felt him plant a soft kiss on your cheek, making your face heat up from blushing. You put a hand over the spot where his lips were at last.

"Wh-what was that for?"

"My little appreciation to you for helping."

"O-oh heh, it was no biggie really."

"Heh well thanks for helping, we uh, should hangout sometime, what do you say?"

"S-sure I'd love to. "

"Alright now go get some rest for tonight, we could try tomorrow night if I'm not busy."

You gave him a hug before leaving the studio but heard footsteps coming your way. It was her, Tyreen. Troy's face soured at the presence of her.

"I-I'll be going now."

You passed Tyreen as she entered the studio stopping feet from Troy.

"What do you want now?"

"I came to apologize-"

He puts a finger up stopping her.

"Cut the shit Ty, not in the mood to hear your sulking, I've had about enough for tonight."

He walks past her heading towards his bedroom now. She couldn't find the right words to say because she knew she was in the wrong for treating him like he was one of the bandits. She couldn't change his mood at the moment, that'll take some time for him to forgive her but right now, he wanted time to himself tonight. Once he was out of sight she gave up and went back to her own bedroom. He didn't even feel one ounce of regret for what had just happened, to him, she deserved it right now, but it can't be like this forever since she's the one keeping him alive every day, he didn't want this moment to be ruined for him, especially tomorrow if he ever gets the chance to hang out with you.

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Yandere Calypso Twins x PLATONIC! Mini VH! reader HCs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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