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bomber-grl · 12 days

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Cuddle/Sleep Headcanons 💤🌙

Pairing(s): characters x Gn!reader

Character(s): Percy, Jason, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Calypso, Ethan, Nico, Octavian, Reyna

Percy Jackson

He’s a horrible sleeper

I mean sure, you can sleep and cuddle like the couple you are

However, that doesn’t stop him from sleeping wildly

Limbs sprawled all over the freaking place and the only reason you know is because of the concerning amount of times you’ve woken up under some of them

To make it worse?

He’s a blanket hogger

He doesn’t rlly hog it in the sense that he steals it all

I mean he does, but he sorta just slides off the bed and takes the rest of the blanket with him

The urge to just 🔫

But yea 😞

Nice to cuddle with but not to sleep with sorry not sorry

6/10

Jason Grace

Kinda stiff ngl

Like damn bitch, you live like this?

Plus he sleeps on his back face up 😭😭😭

Like wtf Jason

Are u ok?

In terms of actually cuddling, he’s pretty good

His arms are firm and his hugs are tight yet comforting

Plus he smells pretty good

Like no joke

I’d kinda see you sleeping on his chest since bro sleeps on his back

It’s nice but the stiffness is not appreciated 🙅

Atleast he’s not a blanket hogger and he’s quite considerate with the blankets and stuff

8/10

Leo Valdez

He sleeps two different ways

The first way is pretty compacted

What I mean is, he sleeps he sleeps bundled up by the blanket in a blanket burrito

The other one is where he sleeps sprawled out, limbs all over the place, blanket discarded

Just like Percy

So when he’s in a blanket burrito best believe he’s taking you with him

He usually does this during winter because he naturally runs hot

Anyway, he pulls you in and kinda bundled the blanket around you two for you guys to cuddle and be as close as possible

But when he’s sprawled out with his limbs everywhere he likes to cuddle with you on top of him

That or you’re abused and crushed by him in your sleep

Plus yknow how he runs hot? Well it’s absolute hell

It’s so hot and honestly suffocating when he’s sleeping on you 💀

Throw him on the ground pls

Ima rate him a 7/10 cuz he ain’t bad and if anything I love him so 🤷

Frank Zhang

He’s the best

Sorta…

He’s obviously huge so

He fully embraces you and hugs you so it’s pretty comfortable

And he sleeps on his side or stomach so there’s plenty of room

Even if he’s a bit stiff he’s still pretty nice to cuddle with

He’s pretty considerate on how you like to sleep/cuddle

He likes holding you so he’s not that picky

Honestly nothing to complain about with him

Except for one thing…

You can’t tell me this guy doesn’t fart 😐

I’m sorry but he just gives me those vibes

And it’s so bad

And not even on purpose either

It just happens but it’s the most traumatic thing ever

He feels pretty bad too 😭

Also when y’all are sleeping you just end up on different sides of the bed

He’s just casually on top of the blanket and you can’t even pull it from under him

You’re left shivering in the cold

Hazel Levesque

I love her 🫶

I see her sleeping on her sides and stomach tbh

She’s so sweet too

She loves to cuddle with you and even tho she doesn’t rlly have a firm grip she still likes to hold you

She especially likes to sleep on you

Either on your chest or just cuddled up to you

And she smells pretty sweet

Like clean laundry too like lawd

But ofc there’s gotta be some downsides

There’s isn’t really none with her, but with you

You end up stealing the blankets and hazel wakes up mad and cranky

That’s all and she quickly forgives you

Annabeth Chase

Sleeps on her back or side

She doesn’t really like cuddling all that much

She prefers to have some space and stuff when she sleeps

But if you want, she’s open to cuddling

She loves to both be held and to hold you

Mostly it’s mutual holding

Plus she probably sleeps with the fan on

Idk how to explain it

If you’re the type to always talk during night time then she’d react differently

Like if you gotta sleep asap cuz of the mission and all you do is yap

Then she’s turning her back on you and ignoring

What a meanie

At least she apologizes the next day but still

I don’t rlly see her stealing the blanket or anything but she is pretty stiff

Like besides hugging and stuff she lowkey just lets you hug her when she doesn’t feel like moving

Mood

Also since she smells good ofc ur gon sniff and she’ll be weirded out and ignore u this way too 😞

Piper McLean

She sleeps anyway tbh

She pretty cuddly and likes to snuggle w you

She usually likes to be held, but either way is fine

Especially after a fight or exhausting time with monsters

She’ll hold you in her arms too

She smells pretty nice and if you say so?

Well she finds it endearing

Unlike a certain someone

*cough cough* annabeth

But yea she’s the best

But she won’t hesitate to kick you out if you refuse to share the blanket

She gets enough crap from Leo

Who is just constantly annoying her

Calypso

The best

Like she fr loves to cuddle

With everything she’s been through best believe she’s the best cuddler

Honestly she sleeps whatever way

She’s another who loves to be held and to hold others

Especially if you’re hurt or anything

Then she’s try and tend to you

Even in sleep

Most times she’s a small spoon

She’s loved so many people who never loved her back

So perhaps she’s just a tad bit touch starved

And would obviously give in to any affection

As previously mentioned she loves to hold you too

Mostly just having you lean on her shoulder or lay on her lap but it also extends to cuddling on occasion

She’ll have you lay on her chest and in her arms and play with your hair

Ethan Nakamura

He’s so stiff it’s painful

(Not actually)

He’s definitely loyal, the books show that much

So despite his personal feelings with touch (he’s no doubt another touch starved person) he’d like to cuddle with you nonetheless

Not much in the beginning but he’d definitely warm up to you

And in the process, realize how much he wants it

He’ll let you love him however you want (cuddle him) and let you play with his hair

Which he loves

Eventually he gets enough courage to reciprocate

But he’s still stiff

Not the best when hugging or cuddling you because of how flustered he gets

Once you two go to bed and he falls asleep, he gets pretty subconsciously protective so he’ll hold you tight

Nico Di Angelo

Yes

Just yes

He loves to cuddle never made it obvious before tho

Another who was pretty stiff and touch starved

He gets over it quickly when he sees what you have to offer

I mean usually he just sleeps bundled up under the blankets, engulfed by their warmth

But with you there he just pulls you under the blankets with him so you can cuddle that way

Is mostly just mutual holding

He mostly just liked to intertwine your legs or hold onto you like a koala

I see him as a blanket stealer when you’re not glued together

He’s either super sleepy or not at all

When he’s tired he just drags you to bed, since that’s the only time nightmares don’t plague him

But when hes suffering from his insomnia he likes it when you stay up and talk with him

Idk to him it feels intimate but if you choose to go to bed, he won’t take it personally

If you play with his hair he won’t admit it but he loves it

Octavian

Ew.

Sorry I hate him but seeing that you’re here, you probs love him

So let’s get this over w

He’s rlly long and lanky and boney

Doesn’t stop yall from cuddling tho ig

And like a weirdo he sleeps on his back, arms to his side, head facing upward

Honestly probably obsessed with you

Only way he’d cuddle/ be in a relationship with you

He’s probably never been touched by another person

So he definitely likes to be held

Plus the bastard is selfish

And he doesn’t hold you

😐…

Yea so 1/10

I’m being generous

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

I love her 😭🫶🫶

Yea she probs love you so ofc she’s gonna cuddle w u

Often times she’s busy with the duties of praetor so she can’t cuddle 😞

But it’s ok cuz when she can it’s the best

Not only is she holding you and making you feel cared after

But she also plays with your hair

Also you have to hold her

I don’t make the rules, just look at her, she needs it

When you do she’s a bit put off

But eventually she lets you coddle her

So more often than not she’s little spoon and comfortable

Just like she deserves

Yes beautiful

9/10

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Note: I just realized Reyna is a hunter now idk why I even wrote hers 😭 maybe pre-hunter Reyna or lesbian Reyna??? Idk man

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ingravinoveritas · 6 months

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OFMD/GO crossover where Aziraphale and Crowley are invited to celebrate Calypso's Birthday and Aziraphale teaches Stede and the crew of the Revenge how to gavotte. Ed and Crowley watch while drinking wine.

Ed: "That one yours?"

Crowley: "Yeah. What--no, he's not actually mine. So to speak. He's an angel."

Ed: "Angel? Oh, mate, you've really got it bad, don't you?"

Crowley: "Do not."

Ed: "Do, too."

Crowley: "Not like I ever fantasized about him as a mermaid. Man. Mer-being."

Ed: "Fuck off."

(Crowley smirks while Ed looks annoyed as they both take another drink at the same time. Ed and Crowley's gazes drift back to Stede and Aziraphale respectively as they continue to watch them dance.

Fin.)

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everyscreentoobeseen · 6 months

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Hold on, why do yall think Stede's choice to kill Ned was a WHIM?????

First of all, this isnt the first time Stede got someone killed. Chuancy was an accident, but he did use the stun move. All of ep 2 s1 was about Stede learning how to deal with it. He still feels bad but as he told the natives. He dosen't feel bad that Chauncey is dead. His crew was under threat. So he stopped Badminton from hurting them. His bad feelings came from somewhere else.

Nighel Badminton got himself killed but it did make Stede run back home and face his problems. When he does go back home he tells the other rich guys.

"I've seen death. Been the cause of it. It changes you."

He already knows what it's like be a killer!

But everytime it wasn't his choice. The Badmintons were accidents. He never got to actually choose to be a killer.

That's why when Ned Low invaded his "safe space ship", captured his crew (family) and tortured not only them but also The Love of his Life, Making it into a fucked up PERFORMANCE! All his life bullies found fun in torturing him. Why would this guy be any different.

Hell yeah he was ready to kill him.

Of course, this time he gets to choose. This is not him using a stun move. He is now the conducter of Ned's death and he'll be damned if it's not done His Way.

He's not gonna stab him. It's not gonna be messy. It's not gonna be fast like a gunshot or a stab through the head.

He is going to make Ned SUFFER. Force him to walk the plank. Throw his precious violin in his face and let him drown. It's clean. It's poetic. It's outsourcing the big job to nature. Just like killing spiders.

But Ned continues to demean him. "You know once you kill me your a real pirate. Your not an amateur anymore." Even after everything Stede has been through. Not matter how much he's grown, the world still thinks he's playing at pirating.

The Badmintons dont count.

EVEN ED THINKS SO!

"Once you've killed in cold blood. You cant come back."

Well Chuancy's death was cold blooded wasn't it? Stede snuck him from behind. The boat fire that he caused isn't enough either. When Ed burns a boat, it's murder. But when Stede does it it's "quirky". Stede ALREADY considered himself a killer but NO ONE ELSE DOES. (not even the fandom apparently.)

Yes, he wanted to prove himself. But I don't think that was the thought process until Ned brought it up.

Stede did not hesitate on Ned's death until the others made him question himself. He was completely set on making sure Ned wasn't a threat to his ship. He was so sure of making him walk the plank. It was PLANNED from the moment he put the plank down and the other boat left. What's one more death? But then everyone was treating him like a innocent child?? Like he's doing something unlike him?

He HAD TO PROVE to everyone in that moment that he could kill Ned because no one RECOGNIZED that he was ALREADY a killer.

Him killing Ned became a point to make once he realized there was even a point to be made.

The only reason that he felt even a little bad about it was because Ed asked him not to. He felt like he let Ed down. That maybe Edward like Stede Bonnet, Landed Gentry Pretending to Be A Pirate more than Stede Bonnet, Real Pirate. Because he realized how much he's changed. No more Gentleman, now he's just a Pirate.

That's why he Sped Things Up with Ed. He wanted Ed to prove that he could handle not so innocent Stede FUCKING Bonnet. That he wouldn't leave Stede after seeing this new side of him. He gets consent and then goes on to have the man of his dreams after saving him. How romantic male lead of him.

Of course the NEXT FUCKING DAY HE GETS TOLD IT WAS A MISTAKE!!!! THAT HE'S NOT READY FOR "WHATEVER THIS IS".

How on earth was Stede not supposed to take this as "I dont like the you that isn't soft, isn't insecure, isnt in need of protection." That Ed is leaving to become a fisherman because he cant stand Stede being the messy one for once in his life.

Maybe it was trauma. Maybe it was a show of toxic masculinity. But dont pretend like Stede did it on a WHIM.

#ofmd #blackbeard #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #stede bonnet #stede fucking bonnet #ned low #chauncey badminton #nigel badminton #the takes I've been seeing are.... SO BAD #pls tell me you don't think stede wasn't actively choosing to kill a man that attacked him first #i need to read/write fanfics about this #ofmd meta #man on fire #calypso's birthday

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saintsir4n · 6 months

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Archie (Our Flag Means Death)/Oluwande Boodhari/Ching Shih | Zheng Yi Sao/Jim Jimenez, Archie/Oluwande Boodhari/Jim Jimenez, Black Pete/Lucius Spriggs, Oluwande Boodhari/Ching Shih | Zheng Yi Sao, Oluwande Boodhari/Jim Jimenez, Archie/Jim Jimenez, Fang/Lucius Spriggs Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death), Edward "Ned" Low, Hellkat Maggie (Our Flag Means Death), Ching Shih | Zheng Yi Sao, Auntie (Our Flag Means Death), Prince Ricky Banes Additional Tags: Fix-It, Digital Art Summary:

Were you bothered by the middle of Jim and Oluwande's character arcs seemingly being taken out in an executive attempt to hide the Polycule Jenkins and company had clearly crafted for us? Did you hear about the plot about Ed and Stede being so horny for each other that Roach and Wee John decided to take action which was cut for unknowable reasons and get mad because that was literally better than the episode 6 we got? Did you feel like Ed's probation didn't really come to a satisfying conclusion? If some or all of these things about season 2 annoyed you this is the fic for you. Inside you'll find a version of episode 6 that's a bit longer, but adds back in all the missing pieces that a limited budget and executive meddling took out in a way which contains itself to just that episode, allowing you to mentally patch this fic in on top of the Calypso's birthday episode, but have the rest of the season remain the same. With two commercial breaks (i.e. three chapters) and a post credit scene. Some scenes are ripped directly, which I wrote in script format to make them go faster if I felt they did not benefit from a rewrite in some way, but much of this fic is original content heavily inspired by cast interviews.

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socksracoon10 · 28 days

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Can you do headcanon of being Davy Jones and Calypso's daughter please?

It was a miracle in itself that Calypso had agreed to sire a child for Davy Jones

The creature was ELATED to find out that he was having a child, and as most men from the 17th century, he had desperately wished for it to be a son

Of course, that was until he saw you and realized that you were... the runt of his dreams

Not that he would openly ever say he didn't want a daughter, but it was clear from the start that it wasn't something he was very keen on.

However, as Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he left quite shortly after your birth to return to the sea.

You never saw him for most of your childhood

But you saw your mother, much to the point where she became an overbearing presence in your life.

You tried to go out on your own will, finding the sea calling out your name

Calypso was quick to correct you and brought you back to face the land

through her you learned valuable spells and tricks, growing your talents in the arts that she was fluent in

But you had inherited your father's frustration and urge to plunder and explore

and it was growing more and more every day

the longer you stayed on the land

the longer your anger grew

there was no peace within your mind

and Calypso knew very well

she also knew that when Davy Jones would return, she would have to stash you away somewhere far in fear that you would leave her too

So, when Davy Jones returned after another decade, he was baffled to see no sign of anyone. He was lost, he was confused, he was broken.

He blamed it on you.

And he swore to get his revenge on both daughter and mother.

Unbeknownst to Calypso, however, you had slipped into a ship in order to find more truth about your supposed father and you continued to live among the pirates away from both parents until you became a full-fledged adult.

That's where all the problems began.

You missed your mother, deeply, but you knew that going back would torment your soul.

And the longer you stayed out in the seas, the greater risk you put on yourself to be caught by Davy Jones.

So, unfortunately, there was only one person you could turn to for help and it was possible the worst decision you could've made.

Jack Sparrow.

He saw you more as a little sister (thankfully) and vowed to protect you on land and on sea

Because truth be told, he feared Davy Jones a little bit too

He never told you the reason why, though

And you never asked him for it, because on your mind you were fixed with other things

Your father wanting your head and your mother wanting you back

It was back between the turmoil you felt as a child - is it the sea or the land that called you?

Where did your responsibility lie? Proving to be a good daughter to your mother, or proving to your father that you were not as cursed as he thought you to be?

But, everything has a plan by the Universe. And your planner clearly did not like to keep you waiting

Because you eventually did reunite with your mother through Jack Sparrow, and Davy Jones followed after with a solemn gaze.

You possessed both their qualities, both their traits and powers.

And if they hated you, so be it.

You weren't going to be dictated by them when they were absent for most of your life.

You were your own person.

You clicked your heels as you stared at the two, before staring back at the rest of the crew behind you.

You stepped forward, a menacing glare on your face.

And the rest was history...

A/N: I hope you like it!!! It was a bit rushed, I'm a little sorry, because of some work I was doing but I'm so glad I got to answer this request! Thank you so much!!!

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piratesofthecaribbeanwritings · 4 months

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Ahoy and hello,

Welcome to the pirates of the caribbean writing blog. Here, you'll find fanfics, oneshots, headcanons, imagines, and moodboards.

A bit about me

I've been a writer for 6 years, and writing is my passion and pirates of the caribbean is my hyperfixation. I've been researching about the 18th century because of the pirates of the caribbean, and I wish to continue that trend. By all means, I'm no historian, but the timeline fascinates me.

You may request anything at your whim.

Ocs, self inserts, and ships are accepted!

Send requests through the asks or submissions box.

Matchups are open! Matchups will include why I ship you, the outfit you'd wear (please describe your fashion style or link photos of what you'd likely wear), and relationship information.

Provide your pronouns and a small summary about you.

I respect and welcome the lgbtq+ community. I also welcome anyone who has a disability or is nuerodiverse. This blog is a safe space for all.

Requesting an oc requires information and summary, I need details on appearance and personality, clothing and and pronouns.

Self inserts require the same format. However, this will be in the form of x readers.

When requesting NSFW 🔞 and anything triggering, I will label warnings above or the "keep reading" so you may click to view at your discretion.

Since potc is based in the 18th century, age gaps are accepted. However, I will not go below anything under 18, especially in NSFW.

My limits are no under-age romance or NSFW fetishes (not that I have anything against it, I'm just not comfortable writing those topics), I will NOT write the potc characters committing dispicable acts of SA or abuse. Degrading anyone isn't accepted, homophobia, heterophobia, transphobia, biphobia, acephobic etc is not welcomed.

This will take place in the 18th, meaning I will use nautical terms and lingo. If you are curious, I will write the words meanings at the top of the page.

Toward any of the historians, I accept criticism, but please don't go on a rant if I get something wrong. As I said, I'm no historian, I'm just someone who researches on websites to get the meaning.

Raise the sails and request away!

#pirates of the caribbean #potc #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #pirates of the carribean #pirates of the caribbean writings #pirates of the caribbean x reader #pirates of the caribbean headcanon #pirates of the caribbean imagines #jack sparrow #elizabeth swann #will turner #hector barbossa #henry turner #davy jones #calypso #tia dalma #carina smyth #james norrington #cutler beckett

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sentient-stove · 3 months

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Fuck it,

A non-comprehensive- and better- list of names containing the root word Leo that are better than what the wiki says for Leo Valdez. Because Leonidas is stupid. (no offense[full offense]) (my credentials: i have over 56 percy jackson/heroes of olympus wips and am chronically allergic to using the same name for leo more than a few times. plus leo is my oc)

-Leonidas. The og, the one that everyone seems to think is the canon name. If it was, why didn't Hera or a monster or Gaea never call him it? Anyway, the first Leonidas was a king of Sparta and claimed to be related to Hercules. The modern Leonidas is a chocolate brand.

-Leoni. Just means lioness. It's a female name (a few on this list are) but it still gets the job done of being a longer Leo name but still unique.

-Leocadius. Bright, shining. If you're looking for something vaguely greek-y, this is usually what I go for ngl. Sounds cooler than Leonidas anyway.

-Galileo. Famous inventor/astronomer. Also the only name on this list that doesn't start with Leo, but instead has the name at the end. Does this ruin the lion motif? Maybe! Do I care? No!

-Leora. Compassion, light. Also a more female leaning name, but look me in the eyes and tell me you won't write trans Leo with him just making his birth name more masc, you won't. Or transfemme Leo lengthening her name to Leora.

-León. Meaning lion. Spanish/French/Italian origins. There's a guy on TikTok that calls Leo León exclusively instead of Leonidas. I've had him blocked for months cause I don't like his content but he did have a valid point not calling Leo Leonidas.

-Leota. 'Of the people.' German roots and origins. (I'm actually using this for an au rn where Leo's an oracle/seer lol. Cause, cause... get it? Nevermind.)

-Leonardo. Another famous inventor/astronomer. Need I say more? Also don't tell me Esperanza wouldn't name her baby after an inventor.

-Leonora. Another name meaning light/brightness. You'll notice that Leo can either mean lion/lioness or light. Which I think is fitting for someone who burns so brightly as Leo Valdez.

#leo valdez #heroes of olympus #hoo #percy jackson #pjo #fanfic #look im not saying you can't call him leonidas #im just saying there's better options #plus leonidas isn't canon #calypso calling him it once in toa is not canon #because again #monsters don't call him it and its a big deal for monsters to call demigods their full names

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yonemurishiroku · 1 year

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Absolutely love the different treatment.

#nico di angelo #nico u funny guy #calypso #calypso (pjo)#leo valdez #caleo #pjo #hoo #toa #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw?#fanfic talk again bc what's new anw?#yone rambling #riordanverse

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dandelion-blues · 28 days

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Hold Fast, Captain.

A Percy Jackson and Pirates of the Carribean adventure!

The Prince of the Sea.

Oh! the dead dare to dream.

The cursed sought to claim,

If only the red blood would remain.

You dare touch the Storm’s chosen,

The one crowned by black roses.

Yo ho! A pirate may lust,

But will never earn his trust.

So pretty, the pearl of the sea,

Singing the siren shanties.

Drown in the depths of his eyes.

Oh! He'll be your demise.

Yo ho! Dancing till dawn,

The Hero won’t be treated as a pawn.

Oh! Lavish him in your riches,

To evade swimming with the fishes.

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Many a pirate felt the calling of the sea in their very blood. They felt the sea salt air thicken as the waves crashed against their wooden vessels. The clear sky seared into their being.

Oh, it was the calm before the storm, they knew. Something was coming. For the Goddess of the Seas called her fish back, leaving the pirates blessed by her domain without their meals. It was her way to protect all those of the sea and send a message to thee. Only a fool would choose to ignore it, lest they wished for their death.

Their dreams filled with a young man, his face never clearly seen, but had the eyes not of a man but of the sea. Oh, blessed one of the seas.

“The Prince is coming,” the Goddess whispered in their dreams, to all those traveling on her waters. Her voice like the very tides. Ebbing and flowing in a soft crescendo. But in her voice held power, a power that spoke of a Goddess with many depths. A low symphony to her hidden trenches, deep and dangerous underneath the crystalline voice of her shallow shores.

Oh, Goddess of the Mirror World. Calypso, the Goddess of summer tides, the sea’s storm and might, the rescuer of the souls lost at sea, and the final judge of all those who dare journey her seas! Don’t mistake her for the daughter of Atlas, for she is more powerful than thee. She is this world’s Goddess of the Seas!

~~~

Dark eyes open. He swallows deeply, his voice but a whisper amongst the ship’s rocking waves, “The Prince is coming.”

Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl, looks to the horizon. Somehow, he knows he's in for something grand once again. He’ll survive this trial, this test, from the Goddess of the Seas. He knows he can.

For now, though, he’ll be drinking his weight in rum to forget the coming storm.

Notes:

Here's a little snippet of this idea that I've had on the backburner for a while now, but I finally decided to write.

I honestly really love this! And there really needs to be more Percy Jackson and Pirates of the Carribean crossovers!

Also, I am fully headcannoning Captain Jack Sparrow as Aroallo!

"...my first and only love is the sea." ~Jack Sparrow.

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handsometheo · 6 months

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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

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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.

#x reader #borderlands #borderlands 3 #fanfic #bl3 #bl3 tyreen #bl3 troy #calypso twins #Troy Calypso #Tyreen Calypso #Tyreen x reader #Troy x reader #Tyreen Calypso x reader #Troy Calypso x reader #Borderlands angst #Borderlands fanfic

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smidgen-of-hotboy · 11 days

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Our Angel of Brahma, pt. i

I rewrote the original piece that started this au. There are some new details added in and some grammar mistakes finally corrected. @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @gwenlena @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. TIRED VOICE: Some say, that the Legend isn't true. Some say that it's a bedtime story that a mother made up to put her children to sleep so they would be less distressed in the morning when she didn't come home. At least one person believes that he built the Hanataba Clinic. We don’t know everything. But here is what we do know: SOUND: PAPER SHUFFLING ACROSS TILE FLOOR. TIRED VOICE: A young revolutionary infiltrated New Kinshasa and got to the Reactor Core of the floating city and the Guardian Angel System. He pulled the Reactor and started a ten-minute countdown destabilizing the city's gravity field. A lone constable arrived first on the scene and fought revolutionary. He was stabbed to death. The revolutionary then put the Reactor back in place, restabilizing New Kinshasa, putting the Guardian Angel System back online, and was stormed by several more Constables. He made a speech to the city and to the planet of Brahma. Promising that if he came this close to knocking the city out of the sky, then he would someday come back to finish the job. (DEEP SIGH) New Kinshasa never fell on us that day. A curfew was instilled and one by one, friends and family members were dragged out of their beds, lined up shoulder to shoulder, and killed in the dead of night. We never see them again. We don't get to bury our dead. The Guardian Angel System is meant to protect them from us. It is meant to teach us a lesson. It is meant to be the key to preventing another Galactic Civil War. There are whispers that the Solar Planets call it a war crime. There is only person who stood up and threatened to end it all. Only one person who dared defy New Kinshasa. Our Angel of Brahma. He gave us hope. And we soared with him, we rallied in the streets, we rioted for days, we starved ourselves in protest. The Dome Wardens stopped showing up to their shifts, forcing the Constables to stretch themselves so thin to monitor Brahma’s storms. People like my father were organizing how to get aid to those who would need it most in case things turned further South. We were in it for the long haul. We sat outside the shuttle station heading to New Kinshasa and body blocked the Constables from leaving. And we waited. And waited. And waited. And he never came back. Vanished, like the mother who tucked her children into bed a final time and waited outside their home to be taken away. Like the husband who pressed a bruising kiss against his spouse's mouth a final time as they were pried apart. Our Angel vanished. Twenty years have passed. No one dares to breathe the name in public or else the System will shoot you down on the spot. The historians have already started to erase our revolution. The Constables say that they caught him ages ago and locked him up somewhere off-planet where no one will ever find him. Dark Matters classified all of Brahman and New Kinshasan history before the War, and slapped the label "Class-X Radical" on everything that came after it. They all want us to forgive, and forget. But I refuse. I refuse to let go. And I refuse to believe any of that. Our Angel would not abandon us so quickly. I choose to believe that he is alive, that Peter Nureyev is alive. I choose to believe that he will come back to us and either liberate Brahma or obliterate us trying like he swore he would. I choose to believe that they never caught him, and they never will, and he will return. I choose to believe... (DEEP BREATH) I just hope that whoever this recording reaches, it isn't too late. And if he's out there... Peter Nureyev, whoever you may be, wherever you are, I believe in you. Don't give up hope in us, please. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

- Found recording of a tired middle-aged Revolutionary who hasn't given up hope yet. The abandoned storage unit the recording was found in was full of mostly junk. The unit belonged to an art collector, but why would they have owned so much junk? And where/when did they come into possession of the comms? I found the comms in a shoe box wrapped up in paper with a note, written in a language (?) or code (?) I do not recognize. Filling the empty space of the box were pamphlets again, written in some code I can’t decipher. Along with this recording (found on an old model comms) was a second recording of the same tired-voiced Revolutionary singing a song. When the comms was rewound back to the earliest recording it crashed. TO DO LIST: 1) Find someone to refurbish the comms, 2) who is the Revolutionary in the recordings?, 3) WHO IS PETER NUREYEV?

Calypso scribbles her final notes down before tossing her pen aside. She leans back in her office chair and massages her neck. After several dry months of no current events and no interesting enough historical columns picked up by any Solar Newspaper, she was running out of options.

She scrapped together whatever creds she could spare and bought an abandoned storage unit on Mars hoping that it would turn up something good enough. According to the company selling it, the original owner was an art collector who traveled the galaxy far and wide. They used the unit to store things that were important to them, and planned on selling off someday. The collector never got around to any of this though having died six months back from a sudden heart attack. Goddess rest their soul, Calypso placed a bid, and thought at the time she scored big.

Turns out, most of the paintings they were withholding were either fakes or reproductions. Many of the cardboard boxes that she was promised would be chock-full of ancient artifacts were stuffed full of ancient Earthen crystal glass swans. So many swans. So many, Calypso didn’t know what a swan was until she did, and quite frankly wished she could go back to a time BS– Before Swans.

After opening the seventh box of glass swans (who in right their mind needs that many swans?), she had concluded this “investment” to be a bust.

She still had that standing offer from Mercury Spectacular Sci-Fi Publishing. Calypso didn’t write fiction, but she did write a more thoughtful article on Mister Mercury’s mansion above Mars than the last five. Color the man easy to impress because he coaxed her to give it a shot. Contact my agent in a week with whatever you got. And she tried, she really tried this time, but the best she came up with started with It was a dark and stormy night and ended with Their deaths were estimated to have occurred around three in the morning. Mister Mercury’s publishing agency did respond back to her email, and they did start off with a compliment, but that was already more than enough to convince Calypso that she did not need to be a fiction writer. She closed the email and hasn’t opened it since. Ignorance is bliss they always say. Maybe if she groveled enough they would reconsider and give her a second shot. Maybe her writing was bad enough that they took pity on her and offered her a chance to join them and she was the idiot to not keep reading.

That’s when she opened the eighth box. A shoebox for old work boots. Inside were pamphlets written in code and a note wrapped around an old comms. Which brings everything back up to now.

New Kinshasa. Brahma. Guardian Angel System. Reactor core.

The Angel of Brahma.

“Peter Nureyev…” She grows incredibly tense waiting for something terrible to happen. Maybe the G.A.S. would strike her down just like the Revolutionary said it would. Nothing happens. And nothing will. The Solar Planets do call the G.A.S. a war crime. They do detest it and they do not condone its use. But no one’s done anything about it. No one except Peter Nureyev.

Calypso chews on her thumb while tapping a finger against her notes. 3) Who is Peter Nureyev? She knows just about as much about Brahma and New Kinshasa as the average person. Which is virtually nothing. But if this recording is real, and the Revolutionary real, and Peter Nureyev real, then she now knows a lot more than the average person.

“Fuck.” With no better story to tell, and no better history to research, Calypso leans back over her desk and jots down everything she thought she knew about Brahma.

#ask to be tagged or removed #surprisingly did not get done with this at 2am #but rather 1230am #go me.#the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanfic #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #a hotboy's writing #our angel of brahma #i let calypso say fuck bc juno cant <3 #and also bc i love making characters swear. thats the part of me i put into them <333

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epicblenderartiste · 3 months

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I was doing a different piece for an AU that, frankly, is still more vibes than words, when I decided to do this one instead:

Just, Ody on Ogygia, with Calypso, running her fingers through his hair, which he refuses to cut even after eight years. The thing I wanted to get right here were their expressions. I wanted Calypso to look satisfied, while Ody's all tense and uncomfortable.

The first art to use the cc scar! It turned out redder than planned—the preview in cas was super dark. I also made it a bit longer, since I don’t have to worry about it clipping overtop any clothing textures anymore.

#blender3d #fanart #fanfic #the odyssey #sims 4 #art #odysseus #calypso #he didn't cheat your honor!#epic the musical

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saintsir4n · 14 days

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RUSH

Teasers:

Wattpad Story link

Story:

Prologue cast list saltburn 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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nepobabyeurydice · 6 months

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hands full of fire

Summary:

Leo burns himself into the tips of Piper and Jason’s heart, and they can’t quite find it in them to place ice on the wound.

on Ao3

.x.

He looked perfect.

Not an inch was out of place from the last time Jason had seen him and all he wanted to do was cry until his throat bleed.

He couldn’t. Jason couldn’t, or he’d fall into despair and never rise up again.

“Surprised to see me?” the dream said and Jason choked back a sob.

Fuck, he had really good memory, he thought dazedly. His hands were shaking, he wasn’t sure how his hands could shake in a dream, but they were.

“What’s wrong?” the dream asked, his lips pulling into a frown and his brow furrowing just right that it didn’t trigger a single sense of wrongness from Jason.

This time Jason can’t choke back the sob. It leaves his throat, broken and ugly and pent-up. He hasn’t cried since that day. Hadn’t been able to let himself to breakdown while there was so much to fix between the camps and the gods.

“Oh, Jay.” the dream said achingly. “Jay, Jay, Jay. I’m so sorry, cariño.”

Even the accent, gods, Jason hated his mind.

“Leo,” he named the dream and hated himself a little. His friend was dead, this dream couldn’t, wouldn’t replace him.

No matter how much Jason wanted him to.

The dream, Leo, placed his hands on Jason’s shoulders, steadying him like back on the first time they tried out the Argo II. They were warm, and he could feel that warmth through his shirt.

Leo’s warmth would dig into his bones if he were real. Jason closed his eyes and tried not to look at the near-perfect imitation his mind had conjured up.

“Jason,” Leo said, his hand reaching up to cup Jason’s jaw. A finger brushed over the little scar on Jason’s lip and Jason let out a sob.

He hated his mind, he hated his dreams and most of all he hated himself for letting Leo die.

“I’m sorry.” Jason warbled out. His glasses fogged up so much that Leo actually looked like a ghostly blur. “Gods, Leo, I’m so sorry. I’m so-”

Another hand. Warm and firm on Jason’s other cheek, he leaned into it.

Tears still trailed down his face, blurring his vision enough that Jason can convince himself this place isn’t a dream. That he’s here with Leo in Bunker 9 and in the distance Piper is speaking with Annabeth and that all feels right for once in this ugly world that they live in.

“I’m alive.” Leo said and the shape of his words sounded so beautiful. “I promise you, Jason, I’m alive.”

“If only,” Jason said, “that could be true. But this is a dream and I cannot love you.”

The words felt like ash on his mouth, but his centurion had taught him when he was young how to banish dreams that were not his own.

“Jay,” the dream said desperately. The warmth was leeching from its skin returning to where ever dreams went. “Jay, please.”

Jason squared his jaw, his glasses in fog in the dream, and he felt drained, broken and exhausted.

“You’re dead, and I couldn’t save you.” he uttered and the heartbroken expression on the dream’s face made his own heart shatter too.

“He woke up in a freezing room, asleep in front of the Hippie Zeus statue. Jason was half-sure the dream had been a hallucination, half-sure it had been enemy action.

Leo was dead, dead and gone and even Nico and Hazel couldn’t say where he was in the Underworld as if Gaea had decimated his spirit so utterly that he couldn’t even reside in Elysium like he deserved.

“I’m sorry, Leo.” Jason told the empty room. Thunder crashed through the windows, growing louder in pitch as though sensing Jason’s emotions. “I’m so sorry.”

.x.

It’s a beautiful dream, Piper thought. The sky is blue, the beach is beautiful and in. in the distance she can hear her dad laughing with Hedge and baby Chuck cooing as Mellie floated high above.

It’s a beautiful dream, if only the ghost wasn’t invading it. The sight of it made Piper feel sick and too small as she looked upon its visage. Her memory was limited to words that caught her attention most of the time, but her mind had recreated Leo perfectly.

Perfectly enough she knew this was fake.

Is it selfish, Piper wondered as the dream looked at her, to want him to be here?

Jason wasn’t here, but Piper knew why, she’d never seen him and her dad interact in a safe environment that Piper associated so much with safety. Jason would’ve been drowned within the hour if that was the case.

“Pipes,” Dream Leo said. He walked towards her dressed in the same clothes as after Khione. “Piper, I’m here.”

“You’re dead.” Piper choked out. “And I couldn’t stop you.”

He reached out, hands reaching towards her face and she couldn’t bring herself to bat him away. Dream Leo smiled, his hands were warm on Piper’s face, and his brown eyes crinkled in just the right place. All Piper wanted to do was weep.

“The rumors,” Dream Leo quipped, pressing his forehead against Piper’s own, finger catching on one of her braids. “Have been greatly exaggerated.”

Piper closed her eyes and tears spilled out of them. She could taste the salty wetness of it on her lips and she wanted to scream. How could her dream feel so much like reality? She sniffed and cried harder when the familiar smell of motor oil and incense.

“I miss you.” Piper said. “I wish you were here.”

“I am here, Beauty Queen.” Dream Leo replied. “Well, I’ll be there soon, it’s been a struggle to make our way back.”

Piper licked her lips and squeezed onto Dream Leo’s hands. She grabbed the back of Leo’s neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Be safe,” Piper said, still certain this was a dream but how could she let Leo go without asking him to be safe. She pulled back and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“You know me, Pipes,” Leo smiled. He spread his arms out and took a step away. “I’m always careful.”

Piper’s lips twitched. “Liar.” she said and Leo and the dream faded like sand caught up in the wind.

Piper woke up to the concerned face of Lacy hovering above her.

“You were crying in your sleep again.” she said.

“I had a beautiful dream,” Piper replied. “And I was so happy I cried.”

Lacy shifted onto Piper’s bed and gripped her hand. The Aphrodite Cabin was still and silent. Moonlight came in through the pink tulle curtains, making the cabin look cold and dead compared to the morning.

“Was it about mom?” Lacy asked and Piper is struck by how little her siblings know about her mom.

“Yeah,” Piper lied. “It was about mom.”

.x.

Leo woke up crying in Calypso’s arms. She had one hand around him, securing him in place, and the other gripping the strap they had attached to Festus. Leo was half-sure it was for the heat he radiated, half-sure Calypso just wanted to make sure her escape was real.

“They don’t believe it’s me.” he told her.

Calypso pursed her lips and pulled the strap attached to Festus slightly to the left just in time to avoid a storm of venti. “It’s not unexpected, Leonidas. The way you were brought back was banned by the Cupbearer for a reason. It splintered your soul in three and what will happen after only the Morai know.”

Leo closed his eyes. They ached and burned as he did so and he can feel the tears slipping from his cheeks. “Hazel and Frank should’ve told them. About what I did.”

“I think,” Calypso said, “they did not wish to place your friends in blind hopes. Much like you did not wish to place me in them.”

“You deserved to leave that island.” Leo said fervently. It wasn’t just that Calypso reminded him of his favorite cousin or that she just emanated the same aching sadness that Leo also had. It was the fact that Percy Jackson had made the gods promise something, and they hadn’t fulfilled them. It was always up to them to pick up the slack and Leo could tell there would be so much slack picking.

“You are kind, Leonidas. You are kind and so breathtakingly cruel on occasion. But, we will get you home where we can all fix this.” Calypso sighed. “I think I will search for my sisters on Mount Tam or see if Leto will accept taking me on. I’d like to avoid binding myself to the Olympians as much as possible.”

Leo nodded and straightened up. He squinted down at the sea and nearly wept again when he saw the familiar sight of the Italian coast.

“Maybe New Rome will suit you. It’s close to Mount Tam or so Jason says.”

Calypso hummed. “And you, Leonidas? Where will you go?”

Leo tried for a smile, remembered she couldn’t see him and let it drop. “I’ll follow Jason and Piper, if they’ll have me after what I’ve done.”

“They love you.” Calypso said with utter certainty. “Like Penelope loved Odysseus, like Rhea loved Kronos, like Apollo loved Cassandra. They will love you with the bitter certainty that it will always begin and end with you three. Bask in that, Leo, there’s nothing more beautiful, and I’ve witnessed some of the most beautiful romances from Hephaestus TV.”

Leo sniffled and wiped his nose. I’m coming back, Leo thought. I’m coming back, and then you’ll be able to love me in the flesh. I’ll be careful because you asked me to. I swear on my mother’s grave, I’m coming back to you both.

“Hasta el final.” Leo muttered, the words feeling like a comfort on his mouth. “Y hacia delante.”

#heroes of olympus #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #calypso pjo #lacy pjo #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing

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altrodent · 1 year

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Tunnel Vision

Pairing: Troy Calypso x Siren Vault Hunter Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?!”

Aw… shit.

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

#x reader #x you #fanfic #fluff #x you fluff #borderlands #borderlands 3 #troy calypso #troy calypso x reader #troy calypso x you #angst #tyreen calypso

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