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i would really love to write a longer fic where rhys and jack are becoming rulers of the galaxy….conquering planet by planet while rhys is pregnant and insisting on being by jack’s side…them just relishing in being powerful and crushing their enemies while expanding their family is just goooooood

thethespacecoyote:

if you all wanted some major hurt/comfort with detective rhys well…its coming

i’ll be nice and give a lil sample

“Who’s here?” One-Eye spoke, angry spittle misting on Rhys’ forehead. His clothed groin still pushed against the omega’s face as he shifted position on the floor.

“H…Handsome Jack…”

“What?” Voices from all around the room rang in disbelief. One-Eye sat up on his knees, nearly jostling Rhys from his lap. The omega hardly noticed, his entire body gone numb even as his heart leapt in his chest.

“Handsome Jack is here? But why?” Shit-Breath’s rough voice growled out somewhere to Rhys’ right. Heavy shoes scuffled around the floor, the sounds of movement and curses hissed under breath spinning all around him. Rhys felt dizzy at the sudden revelation, emotions cycling through elation and horror.

He knew Jack was a violent criminal—Rhys had witnessed far too many examples of his handiwork during his time as a detective to deny that. The man relished in brutal efficiency and repaid everything from incompetence to betrayal with some of the most gruesomely creative kills Rhys had ever seen. Honestly, Jack was probably responsible for a lot more of the heinous activity in Helios than the men currently keeping Rhys captive.

Yet he would rather face Jack than any of these monsters.

A loud knock on the door quieted the whispering in the room. The floorboards creaked under shuffling feet, hesitation evident in the silence. Rhys’ pulse thumped hard and full of sudden hope, and as soon as one of the Psychos decided to open the door Rhys finally dared to let his eyes slip open.

Jack stood in the doorframe, bulk broad and imposing especially from Rhys’ position pinned to the floor. He could make out the long jacket accentuating Jack’s frame, sheathing him in clean black that stood out against the dingy hallway behind him. Through the blur of tears in Rhys’ eyes it was hard to read Jack’s expression, to see how he reacted to the sight before him—to the denigrated state of the omega he enjoyed calling his rival.

“Retroduction”

thethespacecoyote:

Though the expertly fine-tuned result of a lot of research and prototyping, there were still little things that set Rhys apart from the average human. His skin looked colder, muscles in his face less accustomed to human emotion. But never had he looked this pale, this still, not since Jack had first seen his unactivated body hanging in stasis in R&D.

He took in the grievous wounds littered over Rhys’ body, each worse than the last. Cuts and scratches around his port and left eye told Jack they’d tried to get into his brain, rip out those delicate Hyperion processors. A thin scalpel glimmered like a bloodied clue on the ground besides Rhys’ head. Even more tools sit scattered atop the table. Jack can only guess at their use and where they’d cut into his android’s body like the god-damn butchers they were, with none of the finesse and care Jack used whenever Rhys needed repairs or updates.

Bastards. Jack’s teeth ground together. They’d harvested his Rhys for parts then left him here to die.

I got a random urge to write robot gore, so some android!Rhys fic was born. Hope you guys like it 🙂

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