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Rhys lands himself in Pandora's maximum prison after killing Hugo Vasquez, the man who killed his boss and stole his very well deserved promotion. There he learns a few very important life lessons and how not to get yourself murdered. It's not as fun as it sounds.
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A fic about telling your bruhsband you’re pregnant. Rhys is a trans man (he/him), August is bigender (he/him, she/her, and they/them).
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this is the purest content ive ever seen in my entire 17 years of life. i also ghostwrote part of this hi
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After being defeated for a second time, Handsome Jack returns to the electronic home that Nakayama created for him, only this time there's someone else sharing his space, and they want him to answer for his misdeeds.
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Somehow it became a tradition for Rhys and his friends to spend the last six weeks of their vacation in Camp Hyperion. Formerly because it was fun, but Rhys quickly found interest in the camp owner and activity leader – Jack. Of course Handsome Jack - how all the girls called him – never noticed the rather shy school kid.
However, this year would be different. This year Rhys and his friends signed up as cabin leaders, so they would work hand in hand with no other than the camp owner himself.
-“I am so darn excited!”, Rhys shouted.
“Don’t get too excited”, Fiona uttered, but she couldn’t ruin Rhy’s mood.
“Stop right there, Fi. This year will be different. This year I will totally talk to him and then we will totally make out in one of the hot springs and darn, it’ll be great!”
“You said the exact same thing last year and the year before that and the year before that year.”
“I remember the year it would totally happen because Rhys finally grew pubic hair”, August laughed.
“Or the year it would totally happen because he finally got laid and felt sexually ready for Jack”, Fiona continued.
Rhys crossed his arms and got into a pouting-position. “My friends are the worst.”
