I did it

Gabe and Dabi in the Borderlands!AU

It’s out of my system now

I think...

(NGL I kinda want to do Hitoshi, but idk what to do for him yet)

I used the character models for Troy and Mordecai as kind-of-but-not-really bases? Cause poses and proportions didn’t want to happen, and I was more focused on figuring out outfits anyway. Still had to free hand the one arm and most of the hands, but they all look fine. It looked like I was reaching out to hold Dabi’s hand when I was sketching everything out, so of course I made us hold hands. It’s the most awkward thing ever, but we’re holding hands, damnit!

I swear Dabi’s Action skill was the hardest thing to figure out?? Then again I have been staring at this for the last ...15 hours straight, whoops...

I should go to sleep...

Brooding. Something Lelouch was constantly accused of by his peers and ‘siblings’. taking a moment to ones self when the moment was avaiable was hardly a crime, nor a fault when the world closed in around you.

The boy wasn’t one to take up a vice like smoking, but the chilled air of the night  sliced at his lungs with each breath, the warmth of such haibts held their appeal. Instead he held his hands over the railing, holding one another as he looked out over the city itself. Quiet from here, it glittered before him, Moonlight reflecting of grand towers in the distance, gardens and estates streched out before him, the palace held such a prime spot one could let the outside world.. and the universe at large fade away.

Lelouch vi Britannia had hoped the air would sooth the burning embers in his soul, rage over what had happened to the il Britannia’s as well as his own personal shame for failing to save his own full sibling from those events. His sorrow and anger kept him level, balanced between two extremes he was almost sane. Almost.

Hearing the door behind him open, Lelouch knew who it was and welcomed the newcomer. “Suzaku, I almost thought you were going to sleep in, the implant operation was a long one after all. Are you sure you don’t want any rest?” Turning back, the prince was wearing a Jumpsuit, like all pilots would, with a jacket over the top of it, Black with gold accents running along the arms, the interor of the hood was Red. Lelouch was as wrapped up in Lloyd’s experiments as Suzaku was, even if the Knight was currently the Lord Pudding’s pet project.

I usually get laughed at when I say Pandora isn't so bad. I mean they do have a point, don't get me wrong. I just try to keep it all in perspective, you know? Gotta remind myself it's just as bad elsewhere, if not worse. Sure, on Pandora there's a high likelihood of being shot, stabbed, mutilated, eaten, ripped apart, and laughed at, but at least here you expect it. Other planets... you never see those kinds of things coming. One minute your life could be going swell- or at least, pretty okay- the next minute your workaholic dad has just been murdered in front of your eyes by forces who didn't like him researching useful things such as better water purification techniques instead of, you know, MORE WAYS TO KILL PEOPLE. 

*the speaker’s voice gradually gets faster and faster*

And then there's a guy pointing a GUN at little old extremely sheltered you who's never fired anything deadlier than a B.B. gun before, let alone a freaking pistol, and you gotta do something drastic and stupid otherwise you're going to die there in your apartment, so you make a grab for the pistol the guy's holding and you... and you... 

 *a moment of silence before the shuddering sigh of a person attempting to return to a calmer place* 

 ...Forgive me. Like I said. Pandora isn't so bad once you put it in perspective.

[End ECHO recording]

Hey Hannah! Thanks for sending this in! This would have been out sooner, but my browser crashed and I had to re-write this from the beginning.

Number Generator says: 41! On a scar/wound!

I still have Borderlands!AU brain rot, are we really surprised at this point?

KISSED MEME

The steady hum of Sanctuary III’s engines has become something of an odd comfort to Gabe, bringing rise to many different forms of peace. A locked door meant they had a moment to breathe, to relax knowing they were in one of the safest places in the borderlands. Hitoshi and Ava talking animatedly outside about picking pockets meant he finally had someone he could call a friend. And the man cuddled up to them, while they hid away in Gabe’s room from the wandering CL4P-TP unit, meant they finally knew what ‘home’ felt like.

“I’ve never known a Steward Bot to talk that much. Is it too much to ask, that we modify his vocal processor to respond to a remote so we can turn him off? Even Hammerlock sided with me…” Dabi pouted, idly drawing circles on their hip with his fingers. Claptrap had recently taken to cornering the poor, hapless Pyro so he could ask him about his scars. Incessantly. “This ship needs more stairs…”

Gabe chuckled, bringing their hand up to card through his hair in sympathy. “If you figure out how to take him offline long enough for Ellie to do it, let us know.” The telltale whirring of Claptrap’s wheel motors outside the door had the pair tensing up in panic.

“Hey Hitoshi, Ava! Have either of you seen Dabi? I’ve got a question that I’ve been meaning to ask him, but every time I try to find him, he mysteriously goes missing! I’m beginning to wonder if he’s even actually real! Like a ghost! Or a fault in my coding!”

Gabe quickly ducked their head down into Dabi’s shoulder, smothering the snort of laughter that escaped them into his shirt. He looked down at his partner in disbelief, shaking his head slowly. He whispered out in faux-anger, “Are you serious? He’s questioning my existence and you’re laughing?” The question only served to make Gabe shake harder, slowly losing to battle to keep their laughter silent.

“Sorry Claptrap, we haven’t seen him. Have you tried checking with Tannis yet?” Ava piped up, finally.

“No! I just came from Tannis’ clinic, and he wasn’t there either! Argh! I’ll try asking VR-0N1CA, maybe she’ll know.”

Gabe finally calmed down as a knock sounded at the door. “He’s gone, for the moment. You can relax now.”

“Thanks Ava.” Dabi smiled at the door. He settled back down into Gabe’s arms, rubbing his nose against theirs. “You’re so mean to your boyfriend…”

@nikkzships

Of course we can’t forget the bacon boy.

Number Generator says: 7! Accidental!

I’m still on Borderlands brain rot, so we’re going with that AU

KISSED MEME

“Okay, it looks-... straight forward, but I’ll walk you through-... just in case.” Hitoshi called through the ECHO device at Gabe’s hip. The longer the call went, the more apparent the issue with the comms relay was.

“Just remember to slow the explanations down, don’t need you cutting out at the good part.” Gabe was currently hanging off the top of the relay tower, their legs wrapped around the support struts to reach the control box. The old platform that was originally attached to the tower had fallen off some time ago, probably submitting under the weight of rakk droppings, if the smell was anything to go by.

Dabi watched from the ground, standing ready to catch the reckless Siren should they slip and fall. Gravity may have been less than an issue on Pandora than on any other planet, but landing wrong was a very real possibility. The threat the purple haired teen had issued the Pyro echoed in his head again, as his gaze focused on Gabe again.

“... And that should do it! How’s the connection now?” Gabe cheered, sitting up to relieve some of the strain on their legs.

“You’re all clear, Mom! I’ll pick up Uncle Atsu at the third relay and we’ll meet you back at Roland’s Rest!” The teen cheered back before ending the call. Gabe untangled themself from the tower and stood up on the struts.

“Oi! Dabi!” Dabi raised his hand in a wave, smirking up at the Siren.

“I heard! Good work, Sunshine!” Dabi watched as they moved to shuffle their way back to the ladder down. Maybe they’d be sane for once and properly climb down...

“Catch me!” Fuck. Of course not. This was Gabe. Adrenaline junkie and Siren psychopath. Dabi ran forward as they jumped, positioning himself to have them land in his arms. He groaned at the sudden extra weight, Gabe laughing happily.

“Goddamnit, Sunshine...” They turned their head to face him, realizing too late Dabi’s face was closer than they expected. Gabe stopped as they felt their lips brush against his, Dabi freezing as well. They slowly parted, staring at each other cautiously, watching as their faces gained a subtle shade of pink. “...Can I do that again?” The ghost of a whisper slipped out, his eyes never leaving theirs.

This would not leave my head while I was trying to get to sleep, so I thought I’d share with y’all. Tell me what you think.

I don’t want to make this a whole fic, but I’ll probably end up writing a bunch of little drabbles about this while I work on mine and Dabi’s canon backstory.

I don’t have designs for Compress or Hitoshi in the Borderlands!AU yet, and I’m still trying to figure out Hitoshi’s Action Skill. Compress’ is done for the most part?

Anyways, on to the drabble!