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The ferocious feline of the Blackpool Combat Club
Tommy Goode? Tommy Moxley?
#aew#renee paquette#jon moxley#blackpool combat club#kitty#hot guys with animals#cause of the one shot of mox petting it
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Helluva Boss Characters When You Have a Nightmare
Characters: Blitzø, Millie AND Moxxie, Loona, Fizzarolli AND Asmodeus, Striker
A/N: I don’t write for Chaz, Stolas or Crimson, I think those are the only major characters I don’t write for. Chaz makes me uncomfortable, I’m not really a Stolas simp, and Crimson is literally abusive SO-
Blitzø
Bro would wake up very confused, still half asleep trying to figure out why you were crying and why you yelled in your sleep. Once he finally woke up and realized you were having a nightmare, he’d wake you up and as you shot out of bed, you’d bonk your head with his and he’d fall out of the bed as you went to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face
“Um, OUCH?” Blitzø would groan from the floor before getting up and walking over to you. “What was that about?” You’d sheepishly explain you had a nightmare and didn’t realize he would be RIGHT THERE, and he’d rub his sore head as he listened to you, before nodding and understanding fully
“Well, wanna get some coffee and stay up? We could watch White Chicks again.” He shrugged, not really knowing what to say in the moment. “Unless you’d rather go back to sleep-“ But coffee and a stupid movie sounded good to you, so you’d go to the living room and he’d make you both coffee before sitting with you and letting you cuddle up to him. You’d fall asleep first, and he’d groan cause he just had coffee, now he was wide awake dammit-
Millie & Moxxie
You’re woken up by Millie shaking you awake, explaining you were having a nightmare and crying in your sleep. You’re a bit confused but let her pull you close to her, noticing Moxxie isn’t in bed with the both of you. He comes walking in with pill bottles in his arms, being all “Okay, what do we need? Melatonin? Prazosin? Triazolam? Doxepin? Trazodone? Doxy-“
“How about tea, Mox?” Millie would interrupt him for you, earning a small giggle from you at Moxxie’s face. He’d rush off to make the three of you tea, coming back with a tray and handing both of you mugs, then cuddling into your other side as you all drank the sleepytime tea with melatonin for you
“Don’t worry, hon, whatever scared you I’ll protect you from.” Millie would kiss you on the cheek
“And I’m here to help you…psychologically.” Moxxie kissed your other cheek as you cuddled into both of them. MOXXIE WILL ALSO SING THE BOTH OF YOU TO SLEEP AND WATCH AS YOU FALL ASLEEP AND HOLD THE BOTH IF YOU
Loona
Ngl, she doesn’t know what to do at first, but then she remembers a time at the kennel when she had a nightmare and an older hellhound rested their chin on her and let her pet them to calm down. So she’ll plop her chin into your lap, and you absentmindedly would start to pet her, which helped calm you down and ground yourself
Once your breathing was leveled, she’d lift her head to look at you and tilt it, asking if you were alright or if you needed something. You’d just grab her and hold onto her like a big teddy bear, and usually she’d protest but this time she’d let you. Turning on her phone to scroll mindlessly, showing you funny videos that came up on her feed and getting you to laugh at them with her
She’d probably fall asleep first, comfy in your arms and tired from waking up from her deep slumber. You’d hold her and pet her, smiling when she kicked her leg and whined in her sleep, probably dreaming of chasing something
Fizzarolli & Asmodeus
Fizzarolli knew all too well why you were crying and whimpering in your sleep. He was a lighter sleeper than Ozzie, so he’d wake him up so the both of you could help you. When you woke up in a panic, they were both right there to assure you you were safe and with them, Fizz’s arms wrapped multiple times around you as Asmodeus held the both of you in his large arms, cuddling up to his furry chest
Asmodeus would shout for one of his workers to bring you some cold water and whatever else you’d ask him for, and Fizzy would be focused on asking you if you wanted to talk about your nightmare at all. Cause he knows holding that shit in for yourself sucks, especially when you have two very doting lovers here to help you
If you didn’t want to delve into all that, then Fizz would want to make you smile and laugh so that you’d forget about your nightmare. Then Ozzie would calm the both of you down and tell you it was time to sleep, pulling you both close and Fizz stretching a hand over to you to hold
Striker
He is not used to comforting someone or receiving comfort, so he may be a little lost on what to do. But then he’d remember how his Ma used to sing him back to sleep and tuck him back in when he was a kid, and usually he’d make you work for him singing to you, but in this case he’ll give you a free show
If he doesn’t think of that, he’d be asking you what you wanted and needed from him so you could calm down. If that was a glass of water, done. If you just want him to hold you, his arms are open for you. He’s not used to this kind of vulnerability, so he might be awkward about it at first but further into the relationship he’d get the hang of it and would be okay showing you his softer side
Sometimes you couldn’t go back to sleep, so the two of you would go sit out on his porch and drink together, chatting and looking at the dark sky above you. Seeing the glow of Bombproof walking around the fenced off area, Striker handing you his jacket if it was chilly outside, passing a bottle back and forth between the two of you until you fell asleep on the porch swing, Striker holding you close
#helluva boss x reader#helluva boss#blitzø#fizzarolli#helluva boss asmodeus#helluva boss striker#millie knolastname#moxxie knolastname#loona
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Viola “V” Archer’s Backstory
Under read more cuz this is gonna be long
Viola’s the daughter of Iris and Zoe Archer, and twin sister of Vincent.
Iris was a joytoy, and Zoe was a waitress at Tom’s Diner. In their spare time they juggled with helping out with the education of the neighborhood kids, taking care of their children and being edgerunners who attended every protest and riot they could (taking the twins once they where old enough to know when to start running home).
Vincent and her were often found messing around Watson, stealing and shoplifting stuff here and there, graffitying some walls, or just climbing buildings and petting cats.
One day a cop managed to catch them, grabbing V. She yelled at her brother to go grab some help or a gun, which after some yelling he did. Seeing that no one would help her in time she bit through the cop's ear, ripping it out. The cop fell to the ground, letting go of V, which gave her time to kick his face in. When Vince appeared with a pistol V was still in shock. At 13 years, this was her first of many kills.
From that day on, her mothers arranged with a neighbour to teach the twins how to fight and defend themselves and others.
When V was 16, on a sunny day, the twins were running back to their ratty one room apartment with food for lunch, since their mothers had taken the day off. Arriving on their street they found it devastated by a gun fight.
While Vince was paralyzed, seeing wounded people being taken care outside their houses by their neighbours, V ran to their home. Almost being stopped by a neighbor. When she entered she saw the mangled bodies of both her mothers, the only mortal victims of the gun fight. Once V and Vince calmed down, they learned that corpos where the culprits this gunfight, managing to get pictures of their faces from a neighbor.
This is when V and Vince parted ways. Vince went to become an Aldecaldo, with a neighbor having family in the clan. V accepted the invitation of a co-worker of Iris, Camille, to live with her.
V was there when the Mox where born, fighting alongside them. She never joined them, though, concentrating her efforts on finding out the shooters who killed her mothers.
When she was 20 she finally found the last surviving shooter, the others dying on the job, as often happens with corpo-rat fighters. She interrogated him, V thought the shooting was to kill Iris and Zoe, and intimidate other edgerunners. Turns out the rat didn't know about them, it was just Militech in-fighting, and they where caught on the crossfire. V shot him once he finished.
Starting there, V, who was known to be a edgerunner like her mothers, started giving up on the cause. How could she keep fighting when not even her mothers caused a blip on the radar?
She turned into a merc, like her childhood hero, Rogue, moving out of Camille's house (promising her to keep in touch and go there for dinner often).
When she was 25, drinking at Lizzie's, a woman her age was being talked to by Arasaka corpo-rats. V went sit next to her, telling the rats to go away, they were in Mox territory. They disabled the woman's cybernetics, leaving her unable to walk. V helped her out, driving her to a ripperdoc. On the way she found out her name was Val, she was an ex Arasaka employee, some Arasaka hitmen tried to "fire" her, but she decided to quit first.
Later that year, her boyfriend at the time, who she was in a serious relationship with, pointed a gun at her face, trying to get her to quit being mercenary. V shot first, but this left her devastated, and she went to try her luck in Atlanta, with her twin brother going along with her.
Atlanta was a bust, and she returned to Night City, one year later than her brother, meeting Jackie on a gig, and the rest is history.
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Lost and Abandoned Pt. 3
The Assassin
The railroad bridge was deathly quiet, save for the hissing and flickering of the flares that lined each side. They cast an eerie glow across the bridge, painting everything fiery red. At both sides of the bridge, a figure appeared. One came out of an abandoned train, marching forwards with the purpose and dignity of a high-ranking military figure. The other seemed to almost glide forwards on shadows; elegant but deadly.
As Pratal Mox and Elena Dragunova approached each other on the bridge, the voice of John Bradford crackled to life on their radios.
“Rendezvous point directly ahead. Let’s try and play nice today people.” He said. His voice sounded on edge and rightfully so. This was a pivotal moment for everyone. The future of the global resistance could very well depend on this interaction not crashing and burning like so many others. The XCOM soldiers stood each on either side of the tracks. Jane could see Amy Roberts waving at her from across the track, bright red armor made brighter by the flares.
Elena and Mox approached each other quickly, eager to get their reluctant conversation over with.
“So,” Elena said, resting her rifle on her shoulder. “ADVENT’s most brutal captain has come to atone for his crimes!” Her tone was sardonic. Elena didn’t trust the former ADVENT captain one bit and had no intention of hiding her true feelings.
“I am no longer that being now. I am free!” Mox said. He sounded significantly kinder than Elena did, if only to try and convince her that he was actually there to talk.
“Taking of that mask doesn’t change what you are. Reapers have long memories, kracsad.” Elena spat that last word, made sure that it stung deep. Mox, reactive as always, growled and raised his ripjack. Elena reacted by raising her rifle, a bitter smile on her lips. “Any time.” She hissed.
Jane had to use every ounce of her self-control not to jump into the fray and break up the fight. The entire resistance depended on these two not killing each other and the diplomacy was already going to shit. Michael placed a hand on her shoulder, but Jane felt it was more to steady himself than restrain her. Jane watched as Michael leaned forwards, brows furrowed.
“Look, the way I see it we have two options here.” Central’s voice quickly came over the radio, attempting to defuse the situation. “Join forces and kick the elders off of our planet or kill each other here and now. The choice is yours.” He said.
Mox and Elena stared each other down. Neither of them could forgive the other for their crimes. Elena could not forget how Pratal Mox had annihilated camps of resistance fighters and Reapers alike during the first years of the war. The burning shelters and lifeless corpses weighed heavily on her mind.
Mox could not forget how Outrider and her comrades had slaughtered his people in cold, secluded places, seemingly unable to tell the difference between ADVENT and Skirmishers. How many of his brothers and sisters had she killed because of her blind hatred?
But the two resistance soldiers knew that the fate of their world, their shared world, was more important than some petty rivalry. Mox was the first to lower his weapon. Elena too stepped back slightly, but was slower to lower her rifle.
Michael’s grip on Jane’s shoulder tightened.
“Somethings not right…” he whispered. Jane looked up at her partner and almost missed the quick succession of events that suddenly occurred.
Elena raised her rifle again, ignoring the cries of the XCOM soldiers behind her and fired a round. But it sped past Mox, over his shoulder towards the ethereal, silent thing that had been waiting patiently behind him. Mox, recognizing the presence of the creature, spun and raised his ripjack towards the alien. He fired his grappling hook towards where the creature stood. The hook was parried out of the air and clattered to the ground as the creature came into full view. It’s disguise fell away in flakes of psionic power.
It, Jane couldn’t think of it as a person, was tall, lithe and unbelievably alien. The dark armor that covered its form was emblazoned with a symbol that XCOM had yet to become familiar with. Whatever traits it shared with a human stopped with the way it was shaped. The blueish purple skin, razor sharp teeth and unnatural size separated it from anything XCOM had yet to encounter. The thing bared its teeth and spoke.
“No one has ever done that before! No one shall ever do that again.” It hissed. Its voice was grating, like sandpaper over stone; a mock imitation of femininity. It flipped itself over the ledge and disappeared on a gust of psionic wind. Everyone was silent for a moment before bursting out into panicked shouts. Nicoletta shouted something in Italian, Michael ran towards the two resistance liaisons and Jane shouted an unintelligible yelp of confusion and fear. Over it all, Central spoke the words they were all thinking.
“What the hell was that?” He shouted. Mox removed his bullpup from his belt and brandished it towards where the thing had disappeared.
“Vox Prima. Elder Assassin. Relentless death that stalks my kind; Butcher of freed ADVENT!” He said, voice laced with a mix of fury and fear. Elena nodded, appearing next to the Skirmisher. Her expression was grim.
“My people face another like her.” She said. She shivered involuntarily as she recalled the monster that the Reapers had to face. “They are the undying. ADVENT’s curse upon us.” Elena turned to Mox, looking him dead in the eyes.
“We must combine strength if we are to have any chance of success!” Mox nodded. He was ready to fight by the Reaper’s side if it meant surviving.
“You are welcome to try!” The creature’s voice floated across the air, mocking and arrogant.
The soldiers all huddled together next to the train and looked at each other, eyes wide.
“What the hell was that?” Jane hissed, hands on her shotgun.
“A monster? How would I know? I’ve never seen anything like it!” Nicoletta growled, reloading her weapon with haste.
Jane and Nicoletta had never seen anything like it. They had heard rumours about strange, not quite human monstrosities hunting resistance soldiers but nothing, nothing, like this.
Amy and Michael were only reminded of their years trapped in ADVENT city centres. The brief flashes of Elder propaganda that rarely appeared on screen, showcasing things that did not look entirely human. More prominent members of the ADVENT administration worshiped those images, called them the children of gods.
Elena and Mox were quietly conversing with each other in hushed whispers, confirming that they both were haunted by the Elder’s pets. Suddenly, a new voice pushed through the radio, one that held such an air of authority that everyone stopped to listen.
“Mox and Elena. Set up next to the train. Michael and Jane, take the left side of the tracks. Nicoletta and Amy, take the right.” It was the Commander. She had taken the reigns from Central and was doing what she did best; commanding. The XCOM soldiers responded instantly, dashing to their specified positions. Elena and Mox were slower to react. They had never heard the Commander before and were shocked to find she sounded almost young. As if twenty years hadn’t even passed.
“We are going to take this thing down. Don’t let anything stop you from getting in shots.” She said. Suddenly, laughter sounded in the heads of the soldiers. It sounded like it was simultaneously coming from inside their heads and their radios.
“Such arrogance! The Elder’s will extends throughout the universe… I am but one of their instruments.” The Assassin hissed. Michael turned to look at his comrades.
“Who gave her our frequency?” He asked, deadly serious. Nicoletta actually laughed at that. The rest didn’t. Disconcerting enough that they had to fight the Assassin, now she was able to talk to them!
In the background, the Commander was heard rustling papers, muttering to herself until she found what she was looking for.
“OK, here’s what I got. According to some intel we pulled from ADVENT propoganda vaults that thing’s name is Ref-Mai Tessura. ADVENT calls her ‘Nightblade’…” The Commander trailed off as the rest of the group digested the information. A name to their monster. “Make use of explosives.” The Commander ordered. Jane jolted at that information.
“But Commander! The lost—”
“Doesn’t matter! Do as I say.” The Commander wasn’t going to be disagreed with. Jane nodded, conceding to the will of her superior. Silence followed in deafening waves. Everyone knew that the Assassin was coming, but from where? Nicoletta, suddenly incensed, moved along the side of the track, staying in cover but not hiding either. Nicoletta stopped as she saw the air beside one of the buildings shimmer. She squinted and then…
“Gotcha’ bitch!” She yelled, leveling her mini-gun at the Assassin, who jumped away so fast that cats would be jealous. The Assassin ran towards the bridge, brandishing her sword. Nicoletta kept firing, bullets sparking off of the concrete ground. The alien darted out of view, under the bridge. For a tense second, no one moved. Guns were raised and eyes darted about. Had the Assassin hidden herself? Had she been hit?
Faster than a lightning strike, the Assassin appeared on the bridge. Her sword flashed and struck out like a serpent and penetrated Nicoletta just between where her shoulder and her arm connected. The fibrous tissue ruptured and Nicoletta fell to the ground screaming. Her mind was a flurry of pain and shock. Her vision melted away from the sheer, icy pain caused by the Assassin’s blade. The Assassin stepped back, flicking Nicoletta’s blood from her sword with a flourish.
“Consider yourself lucky. Most would not survive such a strike.” She rasped. “Shall I ferry your soldier back to my stronghold, where they can tell me about your operations more freely?” The Assassin turned towards the other soldiers, ready to strike them down, strike them all down! Only to be met with the butt of a gun in her face. It wasn’t enough to actually hurt her, she was far too resilient for that, but the Chosen was stunned. She spun wildly to face the soldier who had ran past her.
Michael was helping Nicoletta up, snapping her out of the daze she was in. He got the medkit off of his belt, spraying the liquid bonding agent directly into the wound. He turned to glare at the Assassin, supporting Nicoletta with one arm, pushing the severed limb back to its rightful place. The Assassin hissed and brandished her sword once again.
The sound of a machete whizzing through the air drew the Assassin’s attention and she turned to parry the strike. As Jane’s sword met the Chosen’s, Elena sprang into action. The Reaper jumped up and took something from inside her the pocket of her chest strap. It was a bomb, covered in a sticky glue. Elena threw the claymore directly at the Assassin, letting it clamp to her back. The Assassin, surprised by the cold explosive now attached to her back, jumped back and tried peel it off. Her long fingers scraped the edge of the weapon, and Elena turned to Mox.
“Fire at the claymore!” She shouted. Mox raised his bullpup, aiming wildly at the back of the Assassin and fired.
The explosion was deafening, but not as much as the inhuman cry of the Assassin. When the dust cleared, most of her right shoulder was gone and she was screaming, screaming, so loudly. Her arm hung grotesquely by her side, useless. Jane took the opportunity to blast the Assassin with her shotgun, taking off the rest of her arm with a deafening blast. The now useless limb fell to the ground with a sickening thud and the Assassin stumbled back, breathing heavily. She gasped for breath and then, let out a short laugh.
“I had not expected this conflict to so… exhilarating!” The Assassin gasped. She stepped back towards the edge of the bridge. “You surprise me XCOM. Still, the Elder’s will is that no one survive this day. I cannot leave that to fortune.” She hissed. The Assassin vanished into the air, leaving a trail of psionic sparks in her wake.
The soldiers stood in silence, waiting for something, anything to happen. Then, like a thunderclap, the loudest sound any of them had ever heard rang out from one of the alien pods on the streets.
Jane clamped her hands over her ears, trying to block to noise but it seemed to penetrate her very being. Her bones rattled and her heart thumped as loud as the pod itself. Finally, the sound seemed to dim somewhat and the voice of Dr Tygan rattled in their ears.
“The sonic dispersal waves emitting from that thing are criss-crossing the entire city!” He said. Elena cursed as the familiar sound of the lost approaching filled the streets.
“Which means that thing just rang the dinner bell for every lost in the city!” She shouted. The lost converged on the street beneath them, inhuman growls rattling in their throats.
Jane swore and began shooting the closest lost. Amy joined her, picking off lost further in the distance. Michael and Nicoletta were still huddled together, trying to stave off the worst of the shock. Nicoletta held her shoulder up with one hand, face scrunched up in a visage of pure agony.
Amy’s GREMLIN suddenly pinged loudly as the coordinates to the evacuation point appeared. Amy looked over them and stood up.
“Evacuation point confirmed! Only one problem with it.” She shouted. The rest of the soldiers looked over at Amy, who pointed down into the horde of lost below. “We have to go straight through them.” The soldiers all looked down at the swarm, then at each other. Michael stood first, supporting Nicoletta with one arm.
“You’ll run and gun through them. Nicoletta is unable to shoot however, so you need to pick your targets carefully.” The voice of the Commander filtered through their radios. Jane nodded and turned to Mox and Elena.
“Think you can work together long enough to get us out of here alive?” She asked. The two soldiers looked at each other, eyes locking. Elena nodded and loaded extra ammunition into place.
The six soldiers all descended the ladder down to the street below, directly into the swarm of lost waiting for them. Elena moved around the horde like a ghost, picking off any lost who got a little too close to the other soldiers. Jane and Amy moved like a well-oiled machine, shooting and reloading as needed, covering each other. Mox shot his way through the horde of lost, steady and resilient as a tidal wave. When one of the lost got close, he would lash out with his ripjack, slicing cleaning through the things neck. The group fought through the street, through the abandoned shopping mall and cramped back rooms and onto the plaza where the evac point should be. But there was nothing there. Elena swore loudly as she gunned down another lost.
“Outrider to Firebrand! Where the hell is our exit?” She barked. From above them, the familiar sound of the Skyranger’s engines appeared and the ship arrived. It opened its hatch just above the roof of an old van.
“This is as low as I can get her!” Firebrand shouted. The XCOM soldiers wasted no time getting aboard the ship, jumping up into the open hatch as fast as possible.
Elena and Mox were still trapped on the ground. The lost converged on them, pushing in ever closer from each side. They were being overwhelmed and the Skyranger couldn’t stay that close to the ground forever.
“Go!” Mox shouted. Elena turned towards the Skirmisher. She was glad for her mask, so Mox couldn’t see the tormented expression on her face. Mox turned towards her.
“I do not intend to die this die!” He turned back to the horde of lost, firing his bullpup into them. Elena sprinted up the van and jumped clear into the Skyranger. Mox kept firing, intent on surviving long enough to get to safety. But the lost were everywhere, pushing in on all sides, closer and closer and one was behind Mox, hands on the fur lined edge of his armor—
The lost fell with a crack and Mox looked up at the Skyranger. Elena stood in the still open hatch, rifle raised towards the lost. By the time Mox had made it to the roof of the truck, the lost had fallen back, swiftly reduced in number by the combined efforts of the Reaper and Skirmisher. Mox looked up at Elena and she could swear that she could see him smiling underneath that mask. Elena extended her hand, reaching out to Mox.
Mox suddenly stumbled and raised his hands to his neck. A gust of wind, and the cloak fell away in purple flakes. The Assassin stood behind Mox, her one strong arm wrapped around his neck. Elena’s heart jack-hammered as the Assassin gave the Skirmisher a sharp toothed grin.
“Time to return home, traitor!” The Assassin hissed. In a beam of bright, purple light, the Assassin, and Mox, vanished. Elena lowered her rifle as she heard the soldiers behind her shouting in dismay. They yelled obscenities and hurled curses at the Assassin, but Elena could only muster a single word.
“No…”
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BL Gift Exchange fic - Moxxi/Mordecai for dreamingwithsnakes
To: @dreamingwithsnakes
From: @ferntxt
Little authors note:
Happy Christmas pumpkin! I hope you have a lovely week and a very happy new year! Here’s a fic for you about the rocky relationship between a hunter and a bartender (with a very special guest at the end ;D)
I hope you enjoy it!
- Love Fern xxx
When he met her the first time, he was too busy being surrounded by bandits - and firing at said bandits - to consider even looking up at the commentator singing his praises. Complimenting his aim, his choice of weaponry, barely heard over the stuttering gunfire and blaring music that was just a little too glitzy for Mordecai’s taste. He didn’t see the point in the theatrics, but if that was what got him paid, he’d fight until this woman’s game was over. This was Lilith’s dumb idea, anyway – ‘we may as well, nothing else is going on, and it might be fun!’ Fun, my ass, Mordecai rolled his eyes and sighed dejectedly, popping a shot between the eyeballs of a slightly-too-close brawler. Mad Moxxi, if that was her real name, giggled with delight into her loudspeaker, riling up the crowd. He had grown used to the monotony of easy gunfights – popping shots and reloading mechanically, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was enjoying this just a little too much – the thrill in her voice as she observed the deliciously gory amount of blood and viscera exploding from these unfortunate opponents of his was hard to ignore. Only when the wave ended, and the crowd went wild, did he spare a thought to look up at the over-excited commentator. She looked down at the hunter, her heavily made-up lips curving into a smirk as they met eyes. She gave him a flirtatious little wave, before blowing him a kiss.
“Good work, sweetie. You defeated the final wave! I do like a man who’s efficient with something long, rigid, and full of firepower.” she called, probably referring to his sniper rifle, but the woman’s bold innuendo wasn’t lost to him. He smirked back in agreement, observing her long hair and her pretty face and her wit and her cockiness and everything on top; and he fell in love instantly. The loot he won was more that compensation for the hours he spent at the Underdome, but no glittering prize was more tempting than a date with Moxxi herself, which he gladly accepted. Lilith gave him double thumbs up, mouthing ‘you’re welcome!’ as the hunter left the arena with the beautiful woman on his arm, using his other arm to call Bloodwing, but not before presenting the boastful siren with his middle finger.
When she met him the first time, she had just split from her third husband, and decided to get her fill of excitement and lust for life through bloody carnage. Hosting the charismatic and interesting Vault Hunters would be a sure-fire crowd pleaser for her audience at the Underdome. The masked man was her favourite; the soldier was too straight-edge and dull, the Siren intrigued her… but she was too brash and bold. As for the big beefy guy… well, he wasn’t much for conversation. The strange man with the rifle on his back and the bird on his arm was mysterious and interesting to her, so she watched him with eyes like a hawk as she perched up in her commentator’s nest. She taunted him playfully from her spot, but she just couldn’t get a rise out of this silent assassin. Only when he was finished with his kills did he look up to connect their lines of sight; at least, she assumed so – his eyes were obscured by those goggles of his. But she knew he was looking when his steeled expression twisted into a wry smirk after she let a soft giggle spill from her pursed lips, blowing him a kiss and offering a sultry wave.
She took the time to greet them while they collected their prizes, sashaying with an expert pace up to the masked man. The gentle clicking of her heels couldn’t be missed against the hard floor, catching the hunter’s attention.
“Congratulations on your winnings, mystery man. You’re a capable sniper indeed.” Moxxi smiled, leaning over onto one hip. “What’s your name, kiddo?” The masked man paused briefly from shuffling through the loot, and looked up to face the woman.
“It’s Mordecai.” He responded, and Moxxi noticed his teammates looking over his shoulder to look at her, with armfuls of heavy weaponry. The siren was nudging the brawler with her elbow suggestively, and he chuckled deeply.
“Well, Mordecai, I was wondering if you’d be interested in the grand prize I’m offering. Namely, a date, with yours truly.” She shaped her face into a warm smile as the siren rapidly tried to get the attention of the stoic soldier, slapping his arms and back wherever she could reach. Mordecai offered you a wide grin and a nod of acceptance, and you fell in love instantly, conveniently enough.
When the two met for their date, it was in a dingy little bar in New Haven - Pandora was a little romantically limited in terms of dating spots. They sat at the bar together, drinking Rakk ale and exchanging playful banter throughout the night. Moxxi couldn’t help but notice Mordecai’s bird curled up atop the bar, resting peacefully, the man’s gloved hand carding through its feathers. It seemed to be the leather-clad sniper’s constant companion – it was an interesting little pet, she’d never seen such a creature.
“His name’s Bloodwing.” Mordecai explained, as if he had read her mind. “We’ve been together a long time, him and me. He has my back, and I… I feed him, I guess.” He snorted, and she laughed pleasantly.
“He’s a very interesting bird. I haven’t seen one like that before. Can I…?” Moxxi moved her hand towards the bird, and Bloodwing make a deep groaning sound.
“He’s a little temperamental. He tends to bite people he doesn’t know that well, so I wouldn’t.” Mordecai told her, and she accepted it, retracting her hand to place it delicately around her bottle.
A few months into the relationship, and Moxxi was beginning to realise that Mordecai probably hadn’t dated much. He seemed much more interested in that damned bird more than spending time with her. She had tried everything; distracting him, arranging dates, even trying to get him into bed, for God’s sake- to no avail. One day, it got too much, and it came to a head.
“So, what is it?! Don’t you love me anymore? Am I not good enough for you?!” she yelled, the mist in her eyes threatening to ruin her makeup.
“No! God dammit, can’t I do anything without you taking it as some kind of personal attack?!” he fired back, Bloodwing ruffling his feathers at the commotion.
“Don’t you dare make me the bad guy in this! Is it too much to ask for some of your time once in a while?!” Moxxi crossed her arms angrily, willing herself not to cry at his cruelty.
“I have shit to do, Mox! Did you forget I’m a fucking Vault Hunter?! That comes with a level of responsibility! There’s always something else to do, and I’m sorry that you don’t take priority over the safety of literally everyone in New Haven!” he gestured wildly with his hands as if to emphasise his anger. “And what about you, huh? You ain’t a fuckin’ shining example of loyalty and commitment. You ran off to fuckin’ Concordia! You went to another goddamn planet without me!”
“I am out of here. Come find me when you decide this relationship is worth something, and then we’ll talk! Until then, I’m done!” Moxxi announced, stomping towards the door to Mordecai’s dingy little apartment, flinging it open and slamming it behind her with all the force she could muster. She marched towards Scooter’s garage, tears streaming down her face. Her son poked his head out from under a broken runner, immediately on the defensive.
“Ma?! Oh god dammit, did Mordecai say something? What’d he do this time? He better not ‘a hit you or I swear I’ll-” He was cut off by a mechanical whistling sound, and a horrific crash; Marcus’ shop behind her exploded and threw her off her feet. She looked back at the burning building and the slowly marching army of bright yellow loaderbots, and made a futile attempt to run back to the man she loved. By the time recovered from the fall and pulled herself up, Mordecai was already out of the building, rifle in hand and bird in the air. He spotted where she and Scooter were lying, and he ran over as Scooter pulled her up. Mordecai addressed him as Moxxi leaned against her son for support, the hunter placing an arm on her shoulder.
“Listen to me, kiddo. You take that runner, and get you and your mom to the safe zone, okay?!” he commanded, Scooter nodding but barely grasping his circumstances in the daze the explosion had caused.
“Y-yeah, you got it. C’mon Ma, we need to get the hell out of here.” He agreed, but she was not so complacent, looking up at Mordecai for some assurance of hope.
“Listen to me, amor. I need to know you’ll be alright, and the best way for me to do that is to get you out of here. I’ll come and find you, okay?!” Mordecai assured her half-heartedly. She never got to give her a response, as Scooter was already rushing her away into his runner, and she looked back at the burning town, weeping softly with guilt and fear. Mordecai looked away from the carnage at the speeding runner and the cloud of dust it left, sending her away with a silent prayer and the promise of a reunion somewhere safe.
The dynamic between them was different after New Haven. The attack cost them a lot of people. Moxxi fled to Sanctuary, along with the rest of the surviving populace. Mordecai was swept back up into being a Crimson Raider, which meant he was fortifying the town, off on scouting missions, and all the rest of it. He hadn’t even had time to meet her and apologise for what he’d said, he didn’t even know if she was okay. Scooter gratingly told him that she was alright a few days after the attack, and he made it a priority to visit her, despite Scooter’s obvious displeasure in talking to him. Moxxi had opened a bar in her own time to help boost the morale and wellbeing of the townspeople; she became the gatekeeper of her own haven, providing food and drink and music. Mordecai stood nervously at the entrance to the aptly named Moxxi’s, shuffling his feet a little. How the hell would he even talk to her? How would he even broach the subject? He walked in nervously, looking around at the mostly hollowed out building; they hadn’t been here long. As if forcing his hand, she walked out of the back room with a crate; noticing him, she stepped back slightly in shock, the crate clattering to the floor.
“…Mordecai?” she said, not believing what she was seeing, a man she assumed dead. He looked different now; the leather mask covering his face was abandoned, but the goggles remained. The monotonous colours of his clothes had been cut through with a thick crimson scarf wound around his leathers. He looked tired.
“Hey, Mox. I’m sorry that I–“ Mordecai was cut off by a pair of slender arms around his chest, squishing him tight, and a soft face against the crook of his neck.
“Don’t you apologise for this, you stupid, stubborn man. Don’t apologise for any of it.” Moxxi laughed softly, “It matters so little to me now. I’m just glad you’re alive.”
“You were right, though. You were lonely, and I should have been kinder to you about it.” He responded, his hands settling on her back. “And I ain’t claiming to be any kind of expert on how any of this works, but I wanna get it right this time. An’ I hope you’ll give me another chance.”
Moxxi pulled back a little, tucking a little bit of his headband back under the strap of his goggles. She pursed her lips with a little smile. “Weeeeell, it might take some convincing. Perhaps we should go out for drinks again sometime.”
“Ahh, I dunno, Mox. You’re really pullin’ my leg here.” He replied, making her laugh. “But I can’t really say no to that face, hm? I’ve got time.”
Moxxi pressed a kiss to his check, escaping his grasp to call out to the young man helping her renovate the bar. “Asmus, honey, take a break if you want. I’m heading out for a little while.” She called to her ashy haired assistant, and he responded with a curt nod, placing the crate he was holding down gently to sit atop it. Moxxi turned back to the hunter, and he held an arm out for her to hold, with a wide grin. She beamed, winding her arms around his as they left the bar together, walking out into the hot Pandora sun. This would work out just fine, Moxxi thought, rolling her head over to one side to sit against his shoulder.
#Borderlands#Mad Moxxi#Mordecai the hunter#Moxxecai#Moxxie/Mordecai#sfw#fic#no holiday theme#submission
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I was in the mood to write some Bray, cause there isn’t enough out there.
Reader feels empathy for Bray after Randy’s attack on his home, so she tries to comfort him. Bray becomes intrigued by her and a bond starts to form between them. Kinda fluffy and later on gets smutty.
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*
I stood backstage. My hand covering my mouth as I watched Randy’s attack on everything that Bray held dear.
The entire room was silent. Everybody who was within walking distance of the monitors, were huddled around in shock and quite frankly, disgust.
Ever since I started doing hair backstage, I had grown to know a lot of the wrestlers well. I had known Randy for several years and this was the most vindictive I had ever seen him.
“What the hell?” AJ finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bray was on his knees in the ring, the most vulnerable looking human being. That was one word that I thought I would never associate with him…vulnerable.
He was dark, he was damaged but never vulnerable. He was laid bare in the middle of the canvas. His eyes practically sheened with tears, his pleas for Randy to stop going unanswered and unacknowledged.
In that moment, I knew that I had to try to comfort him.
Nobody else would.
Everyone was so afraid of him. He no longer had Luke by his side. Randy had turned his world upside down by revealing their relationship as a lie.
Bray didn’t have anyone.
And I wasn’t afraid.
*
I found him, later on as the 205 taping got underway.
He was sitting in the corner of a hallway on top of a stack of equipment boxes. His hat was down over his eyes and he was staring at the cement ground beneath his boots.
I expected him to look up as I approached. His senses were always extremely heightened but…Nothing.
Finally, I reached him and crouched down on the floor just in front of his feet.
“Bray?” I whispered, my voice surprisingly a little shaky.
His head slowly rose up and his eyes, still misted with tears, looked into mine.
“Is there anything that I can do?”
I had worked on his hair before and we had the occasional exchange but I had never really talked to him until now.
“Darkness,” he finally spoke, his voice low and rough “I am constantly surrounded by darkness…And yet, you sought me out.”
“I just, I know that you must be in so much pain,” I reached out, testing his reaction as my hand hovered above his knee.
He didn’t move away, so I rested it there comfortingly.
“Pain?” he chuckled “Pain goes away, pain does not last…I am in something far greater than that…There are no words to describe it.”
“I’m so sorry,” I sighed, my hand lightly squeezing his knee.
His hand shot out quickly and covered mine, causing me to gasp at how fast his reflexes were.
“There is so much light in you,” he whispered, his fingers methodically petting mine “Darkness does not draw light.”
“I think you’re wrong,” I shifted in my crouching position “Darkness needs light. How else would we know the difference?”
A smile turned up on his lips and he shook his head, almost pleased at my philosophical rebuttal.
“Darkness is corruption,” he stopped moving his fingers and rested his hand across mine “Darkness…is danger….Darkness is a breeding ground for treachery and betrayals.”
“Randy always had his own darkness,” I covered his hand with my other one “You didn’t ask for this, Bray.”
“You aren’t afraid of me,” he laughed, tilting his hat up out of his eyes “Are you?”
“No,” I shook my head “Why should I be?”
He pulled his hand away from mine, and lightly touched my cheek.
“Sweet girl,” he whispered “I advise you to stay away from the darkness. It will take the beauty that you have and wither it away.”
“I’m not afraid,” I sighed, standing to my feet “I’ve never known you to push others from it, either.”
“Perhaps, I see something in you…That I’ve never seen in another,” he stood too, his hands nervously shaking by his sides “Perhaps, the kindness you have shown…Makes you special.”
“Special?” I wrapped my arms around myself.
“Perhaps you have given me the light that I need, to rebuild…To take back what is mine.”
He reached out for my hand and raised it to his lips, lightly treading a kiss across the back of it.
Then, he was gone.
*
The following week, Bray extracted his revenge on Randy. It was his turn to cower and squirm. Bray seemed rejuvenated, no longer the broken man I had spoken with earlier.
A few nights later, I headed to a bar after a long night of filming. I purposely sought out one that I assumed nobody else I knew would go. It was dark and a little sketchy but the whiskey was good.
I was just about to leave, when a man who towered over me with broad arms and a leather jacket stepped in front of me.
“You duckin’ out already?” he raised an eyebrow at me.
I felt the hair on my arms stand up.
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve been watching you,” he moved closer “A woman like you is hard to miss.”
“I’m sorry,” I tried to push passed him “I don’t have time for…”
“Oh darlin’, we have all the time in the world,” he easily held me back.
“What I think the lady means, is that she wants you to let her pass.”
We both looked around to see Bray standing in the doorway.
“It would benefit you greatly, sir, if you were to do as she asked.”
Despite the fact that the stranger was much larger than Bray, he backed down immediately. Something in Bray’s eyes always made people fall to him.
He was gone in an instant and Bray was still standing in front of me.
“Thanks,” I smiled softly at him.
“This is no place for you,” he shook his head, opening the door and ushering me outside into the chilly night.
I pulled my coat on and drew in a breath of fresh air.
“How did you know where I was?” I turned to him.
A grin fell upon his lips but he didn’t answer the question.
“I wanted to thank you,” he spoke after we had been walking for a few seconds.
“Thank me?” I looked over at him.
“It was your kindness, in my most darkest hour, that helped me see what had to be done.”
“I’m glad you feel better,” I admitted.
Even though I had no understanding of the ritual Bray had performed, it seemed to have made him somewhat whole again.
“I have what is mine again,” he assured me “Randy, is no match for me now…Even if he were to take my title, I still have a hold on him that is far more powerful.”
“I believe you,” I stopped walking and turned to him “But…don’t you ever want something more? Something other than what you were able to get back? Something different?”
"You seem to have something in mind.”
“It’s just,” I sighed nervously “I know we don’t know each other very well but…I see good in you. You may not…but I do. Your words have the power to move people. You could do so much more…”
“You speak as though you believe what you’re saying,” he answered back, his face stoic and a little stunned.
“I do believe it,” I brushed my hair behind my ears as the wind blew “I believe there is good in you, Bray.”
“Then is there darkness in you?” he stepped closer.
“We all have both,” I whispered “It just depends on which one we choose to listen to.”
He laughed, another one of his impressed chuckles that lit up his whole face.
“I have chosen one path and you another,” he rested his finger under my chin.
“Then together,” I looked up into his eyes “We would be unstoppable, wouldn’t we?”
I watched as his chest heaved with his quickened breathing. His tongue darted across his lips, as he pulled my chin closer to him.
“And you do not wish to run?” he whispered.
“No,” I shook my head.
His lips rushed toward mine, taking them completely under his control. His hands roamed through my hair, tugging and tangling the strands. A growl escaped his mouth and roared into mine. I managed to get my hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer with each kiss.
His tongue finally met mine and pressed against it sharply. I moaned against him, his kisses becoming even more hungry.
When our lips parted, our foreheads rested against each other. We both were gasping for breath. I was shaking and I was pretty sure he was too.
“My sweet girl,” he whispered, “Perhaps light is just what I need for the darkness that surrounds me.”
I smiled before he kissed me again.
*
Bray and I formed a bond over the next few months, that grew stronger by the day.
He lost his title to Randy but he would have a shot to get it back.
He seemed happier, back to himself completely again.
I loved watching him smile when we were together, although he tried to hide it more often than not.
One night, after taping was over, he showed up to the makeup room.
I was putting away all the hair styling tools I carried with me, when I looked up to see him watching me.
“Have you always been a voyeur?” I smirked, fastening my case shut.
He chuckled, shutting the door behind him and locking it.
“I am a jack of many trades, my sweet girl,” he sat down in one of the stylist chairs and watched me finish my packing.
I was just about to pack up my styling scissors when the idea struck me. I had been wanting Bray to lose some of his beard. It was getting too long.
“Can I trim your beard?” I smiled, holding the scissors up in my hand.
He shifted uncomfortably in the seat.
“Please?” I whispered, walking closer to him.
He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and nodded his head.
“Just a little,” I assured him.
Even though I was wearing a dress, I straddled his lap slowly. I watched him tense as I got closer to him than I had ever been.
“Sit really still,” I smiled, as I began to precisely trim the edges.
He kept his eyes on me the entire time. Each movement that I made, caused the bulge in his pants to grow larger, as it pressed against my thigh.
I continued to trim it, snips of the scissors being the only sound in the room.
Finally, I tossed them onto a nearby table and ran my fingers through his beard.
“Much better,” I insisted, sliding my hands down his chest.
“What have you done to me?” he gasped, his hands sliding up my lower back.
“It’s just a trim,” I giggled “It’ll grow back.”
“No,” he breathed out “What has your soul done to me?”
Before I had a chance to answer, he kissed me. My hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt and he hummed his approval into my mouth.
His fingers found the zipper to my dress and he slid it down my back slowly.
Bray’s lips went to the side of my neck, sucking marks as he went. I threw my head back and moaned with each one.
When he reached my collarbone, he slid the dress off me. His fingers unhooked my bra and he groaned as he pulled it off my body.
“You are my heart’s most darkest desire,” he whispered, his hands massaging my breasts.
“And you’re mine,” I gasped, before taking his mouth again.
We finally stood up and he backed me up against the door. I stepped out of my dress and his fingers began to stroke me through my panties.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me, Bray,” I started to grind against his hand “I promise.”
He flipped me around, my naked body pressing against the cold metal door. I heard his pants unzip, my panties hit the floor and then felt his breath on the back of my neck.
“You will be mine,” he gasped, his hand running along the curve of my ass.
I knew this was his way of giving me an out. If I wasn’t all in, now was my chance.
“Will you be mine?” I looked over my shoulder, my eyes pleading.
“My sweet girl,” he groaned, as I felt his dick push against my entrance “I will belong to you as much as I can belong to anyone.”
I gasped when he entered me, rough and powerful. His fingers gripped my hips tightly and groans escaped him as he pushed in and out of me.
He felt so good though. His body molded against mine and I felt like I was on fire in the most delicious way possible.
Bray’s teeth dug into the back of my neck and I cried out, mostly from surprise. He chuckled against the skin before I felt his tongue lap across it. His hand replaced his tongue, gripping the back of my neck to steady me against the wall.
“I have never felt a body more tantalizing than yours,” he growled, his hand letting go of my hip and sliding over my ass again.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, his thrusts becoming more piercing.
“Tell me,” he hissed “Tell me what you’re feeling?”
I closed my eyes and found myself chewing on my lip, biting into it with every thrust.
“You’ve never fucked like this before, have you?” I panted at last, his hand sliding around to draw circles over my clit.
He groaned but he didn’t answer me.
“You’ve never cared about the girl,” I moaned, his fingers working more vigorously “You never cared if she got off…But you care with me.”
His fingers pinched my clit and he rammed into me so hard, that it literally took my breath as my orgasm nearly toppled me to the ground.
“Bray!” I squealed, his hand jerking my head back against his neck.
His lips danced along my ear as he continued to pound into me.
“Tell me if I’m wrong,” I whispered, enjoying the feeling of him all around me.
He let go of me and I balanced my hands against the door. Two more thrusts and he came inside me. His whole body shaking against mine, satisfied grunts escaping his mouth.
I turned around, pushing my body flush against him.
“Tell me,” I ran my hands along his face.
“Your pleasure,” he danced his fingers up my waist “Is what my body desires.”
He drew my lower lip into his mouth and our kisses started to deepen again. His hand roamed down to my thigh, hooking my leg up around his waist.
“The light has broken through,” he gripped my leg tighter “Slipping into the cracks…Breaking up the darkness.”
That was my answer.
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