The transport rumbled as it neared the surface of the planet, landing gear shifting into place and sending little vibrations through the floor beneath Rhys’ feet. The omega hummed, fiddling with the seatbelt strapped atop his belly as he watched the twinkling city come into view below.
At least from afar, it looked impressive. Towering skyscrapers, sprawling development cut in a neat hexagon in the middle of a vast sea. Hyperion banners visible even from hundreds of meters up. Jack hadn’t struck out just yet.
The familiar sound of the landing thrusters hissed from outside the transport’s hull as they cut down to a small bridge connecting the city to the landmass, and here Rhys pulled away from watching the outside world to sit back in his seat. Landing, like takeoff, usually made him queasy, and he’d rather not throw up all over his clothes and earn undeserved teasing from his husband.
This fic is literally just mindless banter and fluff with Jack taking his expectant omega Rhys all around Opportunity, thats literally it. I probably could’ve made it better but I was also just tired of having it in my WIP pile so….just take it for the meandering noncanon mess that it is lmao.
“Seizing Opportunity”
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