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Hhhh thanks! 😂 Glad to know that my awkward writing can provide some fun for others. 

This one’s a bit shorter but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Thanks for the prompt.

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“Rhys? Rhysss.” Yvette called the lanky man across the table, waving her hand in his view.

Rhys was distracted by the sight of a group, one of the regulars sitting on the opposite side of the club bar. He was particularly captivated by a roguishly handsome man sniggering with a gorgeous woman in a cowboy hat.

“Don’t bother. He has the ‘dear lord I want his babies’ written all over his face. It’ll take a while for him to come back.” Vaughn shrugged and gulped down his beer.

“I want at least 10” Rhys mumbled, still dazed and his Piña colada long forgotten.

Vaughn choked in mid gulp and coughed. Yvette patted his back sympathetically.

“Jesus, Rhys!” the accountant strangled out in his coughing fit, trying to regain his composure. Yvette lightly pinched Rhys on the arm, successfully gaining Rhys’ attention with a yelp. “Why don’t you go talk to him, if you’re that thirsty? You’ve been eyeing him since last month!”

Rhys watched her sip on her martini. “But he already has a girlfriend. And she’s really stunning.” All three of them glanced over to the table where the Rogue Group (the name Yvette decided to bestow on the gang) was. They all jumped when the cowgirl met their eyes, quickly turning away and pretending to be focused on the center of the table. But they didn’t miss the amused smirk she sent their way.

“Shit, she saw us. Damn, she’s really intimidating.” Vaughns whispered, pretending to take a sip of his beer. “You’re right, she’s way hotter than you.”.Yvette snickered. Rhys hissed out a miffed “Thanks.”

Rhys nearly spilled his drink when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. They all looked up to see the same woman they spied on grinning down on them.

There’s a bit of a personal headcanon on Jack’s educational background mixed into this. Hope you don’t mind (>__<;) I pulled it out of my head without much speculation on it.

Thanks for sending me a prompt! 💙

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“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” Rhys stood over Jack’s sprawled form in the middle of the bedroom floor. The game controller was thrown aside in frustration. The screen connected to the game console showed Player 1 character dancing in victory while Player 2 character floated over their own grave as a ghost. Rhys gave the older man a smug smile. “Aren’t you a little too old to throw tantrums over video games?”

“I can be as dramatic as I want, because I’m a goddamn CEO of Hyperion.” Jack ground his teeth as he pushed himself off the floor. Rhys backed away to give the man a space to compose himself. “There’s no way you beat me so easily. You must have cheated.” The man pointedly glared at the cybernetic man’s ECHO eye. 

The smugness was basically dripping like thick oil from Rhys’ sly grin. “Nope, I beat you five times, fair and square. I’m a pro at games. Ask Vaughn, I’m naturally in tune with software. It’s talent and luck.”

Jack watched Rhys’ small victory dance with an unimpressed deadpan expression. “The fact that you spent all those years in university playing games, and still managed to get into my company– now THAT’S what’s impressive here.” Rhys rolled his eyes, leaning back against the beanbag chair behind him. 

“Oh yeah? And I bet you were a total nerd who didn’t know how to enjoy games before you became an all-powerful sourpuss CEO of a douche company.” Jack scrunched his face in annoyance and befuddlement. “You work for my company too, you robo-head, right next to me.” Each of them grabbed their controllers again.

They picked their next characters in silence. Jack ended up selecting a biker unicorn with a cigar in its mouth while Rhys chose a jellyfish humanoid with electric tentacles. With a push of a ‘start’ button, the two characters started to attack each other’s fortress. “So, were you a total nerd in school?” Rhys asked nonchalantly. Jack glanced at the younger man, only to find Rhys’ gaze fixated on the screen. He returned his attention to the game, instantly receiving three consecutive combo hits from Rhys for his distraction. 

“Don’t think I’m on the same level as you. I was too cool to be a fanboy nerd like you.” Jack elbowed Rhys in the ribs. making Rhys yelp in indignation. “Hey! You promised to not play dirty.” Jack smirked. “Well, don’t ask questions during fights. That’s just as dirty in my book.” Rhys pouted in response.

“Besides, I didn’t go to a University.” Jack leaned over in concentration, sending out hits on Rhys’ character and blowing away the front gate of the man’s fortress. Rhys’s eyes widened in confusion. “What? That makes no sense. How did you even get into Hyperion?” He shot perplexed glances towards Jack.

“Well, Pandora didn’t have any proper schools back then, still doesn’t. But Elpis had a decent institution. Before it got blown up a few years after my graduation.”  Jack fervently pushed the buttons on his controller. “It wasn’t too bad, and I learned more in-depth things by hacking into other school’s database.” Rhys countered Jack’s attacks with special items blow-by-blow.

“And mind you, before I started to run things, Hyperion was not a big company. It was dwarfed by Atlas and Dahl.” Jack managed to block two big attacks from Rhys but missed the last blast of electric zap, which blew away the pillar of this fortress. “Besides, I was smart-as-shit hot stuff and didn’t have much problem getting into the company and rising up the corporate ladder.”  Jack sent out the final consecutive combo hits, crumbling Rhys’ fortress into dust.

“It’s all about the skills, luck and good looks, baby.” A toothy grin stretched across Jack’s face. And he posed heroically in front of Rhys, his hands on his waist and nose high in the air. He winked at Rhys. Rhys playfully scoffed at the older man’s antics. “That’s 5 to 1. It’s not even close to beating my record.”

It took me a bit to figure out what to write with this prompt, but once an idea struck me, it was really fun to write.

Thank you for the prompt! Hope you enjoy this silly snippet!

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“Jack! This is not a good idea.” Rhys hissed as he glanced around the overgrown site. They were pretty far away from the main trail and was hidden by the fluorescent trees and purple shrubs, but the young man’s heart kept pounding in agitation.

“This was your idea, Rhysie. Angel really wanted to see this thing up close, and you wanted to give it to her as a holiday gift, remember?” Jack kept digging through the ground with a digitized shovel, ignoring the flecks of dirt smearing his jeans.

“Yes, but I was thinking of legally buying from a seller, not stealing from a national park!” Rhys hissed, avoiding the tiny rocks flinging his way. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

I had a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy the fluff! ;^]

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“Son of a taint…”  Jack cursed as he held his tablet close to his face. He squinted at the screen, rubbed his eyes, and adjusted his glasses. The coffee on the lounge table has gotten lukewarm a while ago. He was in his usual lazy-weekend getup: grey sweatpants and a loose shirt with a vintage Hyperion logo print. His half-grey hair was styled just enough to get his hair out of the view.

“You’re still reading that report?” Rhys, now in his mid-30s, plopped down next to Jack, jostling the old man. Jack grunted in acknowledgment but kept reading the report, or at least tried to. Wiggling his geeky sock-clad feet, Rhys huddled against Jack. He brought his home-made ice cream smoothie to his lips, eyeing the report.

I got two of this prompt, so I decided to mash up the two requests.

Thanks for sending me a prompt ;)

Hope you enjoy!

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Rhys walked out of the elevator in a hurry. He hasn’t seen Jack all morning and the older man kept blocking his calls. He immediately caught the secretary’s uneasy gaze.

“Where’s Jack, Meg?”  The secretary bit her lips anxiously. “He went in about an hour ago, looking really upset. But so far he hasn’t called anyone up as usual. It’s been rather quiet.” Rhys nodded and quickly scanned his biosignature.

“Um, Mr. Baker, no, Rhys.”  The Co-CEO turned his head, raising his brow. “Please, be careful. Things have gotten a lot calmer since you got here.”  Rhys smiled in an attempt to reassure the woman. “Thanks, Meg. I appreciate it.”

Rhys ran his robotic fingers through his hair, pulling back a few stubborn strands back to their place. Meg usually reserved the casual address for special occasions or emergencies. Both special occasions and emergencies tended to be messy when Jack was involved.

Distracted by his thoughts, the tall man nearly tripped over a fallen flowerpot. Staggering and trying not to get his limbs tangled, he grabbed onto the railing dividing the walkway with Jack’s bust statues. Rhys sighed in relief before looking up and gasped. The bust statue’s head was blown off, bullet holes littering across its chest. He turned around to see the other bust statue in a similar condition. In fact, the whole office was a mess. Everything was either on the floor in pieces or bitten through by a swarm of bullets. Rhys silently thanked the sound-proof walls.

 A crash notified the man of another presence.

“Jack? Is that you?” The crashing and smashing continued to reverberate through the lofty office. Rhys spotted Jack next to the main desk, where the shelves full of Jack’s collection were set against the wall. The masked man was using one of the smaller guest chairs to smash the contents into pieces. “Jack? Jack! What are you doing?” Rhys put his hand on the older man’s arm. Jack didn’t seem to register his touch, as it often happened in his regular fits of anger, so the cybernetic man grabbed the other’s arm with both hands and slowly pulled him back, borrowing the strength of his robotic arm.

Jack’s frenzied swinging gradually came to a stop. “Hey, Jack.” Rhys spoke slowly in a hushed voice. “It’s me, Rhys. Come on, look at me.” The guest chair clanged as it hit the floor. But Jack refused to turn around, his wide shoulders rising and falling with every harsh breathing. Rhys saw spots of blood on the floor and his eyes trailed up to meet Jack’s trembling, bloody hands. Alarmed, Rhys walked around to face him.

Jack’s wild gaze was unfocused and blank. The man’s usually well-coiffed hair was disheveled and his clothes were rumpled, but besides his hands, the man looked fine. Rhys carefully grabbed Jack’s wrist, avoiding the hand injuries. The young CEO jumped when Jack’s eyes locked on his, as if noticing his presence for the first time.

“Heh, so you’re still here. You’re funny, you know that?.” Jack let Rhys pull him down to the floor. Both eventually sat on the floor, mindful of sharp debris. “When are you leaving, cupcake?” Rhys put the man’s hands on his own lap. “Soon, so we can get both the office and you cleaned up. And we missed lunch.” The older man chuckled breathlessly and rested his head on Rhys’ shoulder. He breathed in Rhys’ scent, tension seeping out of his body. “You liar. ”

@lucasashtons ,

My default ship choice is Rhack unless stated otherwise B) Thanks for the prompt! Hope you enjoy what I managed to type out.

(37 minutes/ 422words)

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Rhys frowned in irritation as he scanned the contents of the freezer for the 5th time. He blew a strand of brown hair out of his vision with a huff.

“JAAACK!” Rhys yelled over his shoulder. Jack walked into the kitchen clad in a pair of loose grey sweatpants, drying his wet hair with a towel. “Sup, kitten?” The older man strutted over to the corner of the kitchen and poured himself a hot cup of coffee.

Trying not to stare at the man’s bare back too long, Rhys pointed an accusing finger at his partner. “Where’s the ice cream cake?” Jack turned around and sat on one of the chairs next to the high top dining table. “We had an ice cream cake?”

The loosened neck of the yellow sweater slid past Rhys’ shoulder and he awkwardly shifted his shoulders so it would slide back over again. “You know, the one we were going to share with Angel?” Jack took out his ECHOpad to scroll through the news feed. “Ah, that one? I ate it.”

Rhys stood still, a beat of silence hanging over the space. He narrowed his eyes, fuming. “Remind me to kill you after I get another one from another, lesser shop because the best one closed down last week.” 

Jack rolled his eyes. “I’m joking! I don’t dig the stuff like you do. At least not enough to eat the whole thing on my own.” The scarred man put down his now half-empty coffee cup. “We still have time until Angel wakes up. We can get a better one in the meantime.”

“There is no better one in the station!” Rhys whined, putting his head in his hands in defeat. “Oh, don’t be such a baby.” Jack smirked, looking at Rhys in the corner of his eyes. The young man responded with a deadpan look.

“Oh, um… sorry. I shared that with Vaughn and Yvette when they came over yesterday.” Angel’s head popped into view from the back of the kitchen wall. “But we can still get something nice for dessert after today’s dine out.” Angel grabbed two slices of bread from the countertop and tucked them into the toaster.

Rhys visibly relaxed and smiled, ignoring Jack’s told-ya look.”We can totally do that. Why don’t you pick out the dessert? It is your special day.” Angel beamed as she took out a carton of milk from the fridge. “I’d like that.”

@skybloodfox , 

Thank you for your prompt! This one…didn’t turn out sappy but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless >_>;;

(40min. /461 Words.)

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Chains of smokes rose from the destroyed Atlas office in thick plumes. Sparks and static from the mangled systems interlocked with the grey pillars like lightning. Amidst the flares of flickering lights, Rhys stood like a quiet storm.

Vaughn lay only a few feet away from him, breathing stifled and erratic as if the air itself was suffocating him. The bandit king was unconscious and bleeding. Rhys could hear the underlings of the attacker, a self-proclaimed Bandit Lord, crawling in deeper and deeper into the heart of the company building like disgusting flies.

In the north of the main facility, Fiona and Sasha were fighting alongside Athena and her associates against another swarm of bandits. August and his team was fighting another swarm in the south. Zer0 was on a mission located at the opposite side of the planet.

All of them were too far away to take away Vaughn to a medical bay or help Rhys fight off the Bandit Lord who was just finishing blasting his secretary’s head off. The bandit’s teeth grinded as his deep guttural voice echoed in the office.

“Lord has finally found the devil…” The beast of a man swung his massive gun like an ax, its beady black eyes locking Rhys in his spot.

“Goddess has spoken and it is the Lord’s mission to cleanse you corporate scums from Pandora, the land of the Goddess.”

‘Ugh. Not another nutjob with a savior complex.’ Rhys tried to move, but the pain that shot up from his right leg fired up every nerve in his spine. He only had three shots left in his emergency pistol. Blood trickled down from his head and over his swollen right eye. He gripped a square device tightly in his left hand. Its blue light glinted through his palm.

The Atlas CEO took a deep breath, and breathed deeply, calming his nerves. His yellow echo eye quickly located the emergency command key.

“I guess it has always been you… saving my ass in the end.”

A panel slid out from a wall few feet away from Rhys, and he leaped, ignoring the pain and shooting towards the keypad, and slammed the square device into it. A gunshot rang out as the familiar echo eye set into the device lightened up into a bright blazing blue.

Specks of blood splattered on its glass cover as Rhys crumbled to the floor. The whole Atlas building shook, groaning and rumbling as if awakening from a deep slumber.

The Bandit Lord looked up as the giant screen set on the wall in front of him lit up, and he staggered as a familiar voice shook the ground.

@starfruitspice

Aah sorry for the late response!! Thank you for your prompt! I got a bit carried away with this one. Hope you like what I wrung out.

Time consumed: 50 minutes/ Word count: 633 words.

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It’s been 3 years since Rhys returned AI Jack to Hyperion. 3 years since Rhys and Jack yelled at each other in Jack’s office for nearly 30 minutes after the older man revealed his Grand Plan to shove an endoskeleton into Rhys’ body.

No Jack this isn’t funny, no Jack why would you think I’d agree to this, and no Jack I’m not staying unless you stop being such a psychopathic asshole. Arguing with a spoiled 5 year old throwing a tantrum in the middle of a grocery store would be easier than trying to talk things out with this damn manchild.

So Rhys made a deal with him: Help him find Vaughn and help the other members of the gang open the Vault. At least consider and try out a full robotic body. If he’s unsatisfied, Rhys will agree to the endoskeleton.

The last one was a big fat lie and Rhys would peace out immediately the moment he had Vaughn off on another planet and had a chance to escape Hyperion… somehow… He liked to think he did his best while being metaphorically stuck in a lion cage.

If Jack doesn’t agree… Rhys told the other man that he’ll leave but he didn’t know how much stake that would be for someone like Jack. Probably not at all.

-is what Rhys thought. He didn’t expect Jack to be reluctant about the possibility of Rhys leaving him or expect him to agree to Rhys’ offer. Now that Rhys recalled the moment while lounging on an expansive sofa in Jack’s penthouse, waiting for the man to bring out more drinks from his private bar, Jack was probably just fucking with him.

“You still up for more, Rhysie?” Jack walked in with two shots in each of his hands. He looked almost real, alive and human. But the young man knew that beneath that synthetic skin there was the enhanced version of the damn endoskeleton wrapped in synthetic muscles, lab-grown organs nestled inside.

“God, I almost died” Rhys mumbled as he leaned his head back on the arm of the sofa. Jack raised his eyebrow while setting the shots on the coffee table. “You have to be more specific, Kiddo.”

“Y’know.. That time when you were still a hologram and we got to your office…and…and you tried to kill me.” Jack didn’t even have the decency to give Rhys a fake apologetic look. “Yeah, yeah that wasn’t my greatest moment.” Jack flopped down next to Rhys and slung an arm around Rhys’ shoulder. “I would have missed out all the fun if I did off-ed you there.”

“That’s an understatement of the century.” Rhys scowled. But he leaned against Jack without hesitation. “You know what would be more fun right now?” Jack turned towards Rhys. “What?” Rhys mumbled, grabbing a shot from the table.

“Dance with me.”

“Huh what-” And before Rhys could even answer, Jack pulled him off from his seat with little effort, and drunkenly maneuvered both of them into a dancing pose. His right hand rested on Rhys’ waist and his left hand grabbed Rhys’ right hand. The shot glass clanked to the floor and spilled its contents over what Rhys perceived as a million dollar carpet.

They started moving slowly around the living room, Jack laughing and teasing Rhys as the younger man tried to not get his long legs tangled. It was awkward, messy and Rhys couldn’t concentrate. All of his senses were focused on the spots Jack’s warm hands were touching, and the older man’s laugh was intoxicating, much more than anything he’d drunk for the past 2 hours.

When they reached the window Jack slowed down, and leaned his head on Rhys’ shoulders, hiding his face away from the cybernetic man’s curious gaze.