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i want more stuff where rhys and jack were dating during tps

maybe rhys was an intern and jack puts him in the moonshot along with the vault hunters in the beginning to keep him safe from the lost legion

and nisha and wil and athena and tim and such have to keep this sad scared intern noodle safe on the moon until jack gets off helios

Rhys took a nap almost immediately when he got there, exhausted from the transport. The entire cabin smelled lovely and relaxing, of pine and cinnamon spice. Despite the chill of the forest outside the interior radiated warmth, and the moment Rhys saw the comfortable couch covered in blankets he flopped down onto the cushions and knocked out.

When he finally woke up he felt fuzzy but relaxed. He yawned, stretching his arms out over his head and flexing his toes in his boots. He hadn’t even bothered to take them off before he fell asleep, he realized with an inward chuckle.

After a moment’s spent enjoying the softness of the couch and the comforting smells around him Rhys finally wobbled upright, placing his feet on the floor as he looked around, half expecting to find Jack similar conked out in the armchair, but his alpha was nowhere to be found. Rhys turned around to glance over the back of the couch to the little window that looked into the kitchen, but nope. Nothing.

Rhys stood, legs still a little wobbly from sleep, before starting to explore the rest of the cabin. It was small, about half the size of Jack’s penthouse, but not cramped or uncomfortable. Words like quaint and cozy meandered around in his head—both things he’d never figured Jack would be into, and yet it’d been Jack’s idea to build this place. There were touches of luxury here and there—the coffee table had been carved from from beautifully marbled wood, and a fancy television sat mounted above the empty fireplace—but otherwise it looked fairly rustic.

A quick peek into the kitchen confirmed Jack wasn’t there, so Rhys started to check the bathrooms and the bedrooms, eventually ending up near the back end of the house when he couldn’t find hide nor hair of his alpha. There, as Rhys ducked his head into the tiny laundry room, he finally heard a muffled thunk from outside, followed by a distinctly human grunt.

Rhys pushed open the unlocked back door onto a small little porch populated by a couple of carved chairs, tucked under a little awning. A few little lanterns glowed from the roof’s edge, providing little needed light in the late afternoon but adding to the overall ambience nonetheless.

fall cabin fic is a go