#zerhys
I firmly believe that Rhys is like 2 or 3 years older than Zer0 and while they’re both old enough for that to not be a meaningful difference they’re both childish enough to bring it up and exaggerate this age difference whenever it feels relevant and they want to give each other a hard time
Like, Rhys started it. The instant he learned this fact he saw the rare chance to one-up Zer0 by playing up how much more life experience he has. Zer0 shoots back with the borderlands equivalent of “lol boomer” type stuff idk.
Zer0 trying to show off for the cute Hyperion guy they just met and it starts off pretty cool when they save him from a skag in the nick of time. But a few minutes later they manage to drop their sword in front of him which is pretty embarrassing. Still, they recover from that and manage to look pretty badass (and maybe they indirectly saved him from a second skag so there’s that too)
At the end of it all, after Bossanova is dead, they have this whole idea to do the “surprise it’s a hologram” thing in a very cool and impressive way but then there’s a metal rod clipping through their hologram’s chest.
So they leave without saying another word to the Hyperion guy and act really pissy for the rest of the day
@ceekarisubmitted:
Fictionbit!
(tags: no warnings apply, slight mention of injury, slice of life, established relationship)
“What are you doing?” Rhys asks.
Zer0 twitches, minutely but noticeably. Still lying flat on the shuttle’s hull, they turn their head toward him.
“Basking,” they answer.
“Is that safe? There’s still rakks up here that could spot you.”
“I’m keeping an eye out,” they assure him, their voice slow and sleep-slurred.
“Uh-huh. Your helmet was scrolling Z’s.”
“Screensaver.” They turn their face to the sky and resume the Z’s, presumably as demonstration.
“So you definitely aren’t just taking a nap out in the open?”
“Just resting my eyes,” they mumble.
“While still keeping watch. Impressive.”
“Mm-hm. Very alert. Very aware.”
Rhys rolls his eyes. “Come back inside with me. You can sleep where it’s safe."
"Can’t bask inside.”
“Is that… a thing you need? Like, you thermoregulate, or photosynthesize, or something?”
“Absolutely.”
He’s almost certain they’re bullshitting him. Regardless.
“We could get you a tanning bed.”
“Claustrophobic.”
“Buddy. You live in a helmet.”
“Helmets don’t hamper movement.”
“Well, what if we install a heat lamp for you?”
They turn their head, interest apparently piqued. “Full spectrum?”
Does full spectrum even matter through their suit and helmet? Rhys shrugs.
“Sure, if that’s what you want.”
Ellipses scroll across their visor as they consider. “Acceptable,” they say finally.
“Great! We’ll get right on that.” Rhys holds out his hand to help them up.
They don’t move. “Sounds good. Come get me when you’re done.”
“Zer0.”
They huff. Sullenly they take his hand.
He pulls them up- or tries to. They yank, and the next thing he knows he’s flat on his face beside them.
“You are such a dick,” he mutters into the ship’s metal.
“That’s news?”
“Nope. Just freshly reminded.” He sighs. “…Is warm up here, though."
Still on their back, Zer0 scoots themself into the space at his side, apparently getting comfortable.
"Rakks will always screech/ just before diving at you./ I react quickly.”
“Even when you’re sleeping?”
“Even sleeping.” They pause. “Which I was not.”
“Hm.” Rhys snakes an arm over their chest. “Sooo what I’m hearing is, if I did doze off here I’d be safe.”
Zer0 idly strokes his bicep. “Safe from rakks, yes, but/ I’ll dislocate your shoulder/ as I’m leaping up."
Rhys’s arm quickly retreats back to his side. Zer0 snickers and takes his hand instead.
@ceekarisubmitted:
(tags: fic tidbit, no plot, sickfic, vomit, violence mention, supportive Zer0 is trying okay, pandoran medicine is questionable at the best of times, let alone when you don’t bother to clear out your cabinet because you only ever use insta-health)
Rhys retches into the toilet again. Beside him, Zer0 searches the medicine cabinet, rattling through various pill bottles with faded labels and dubious expiration dates.
Rhys mops the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Then he makes the mistake of glancing down into the toilet bowl, which does not help his nausea at all.
“Ohgod that’s gross. Don’t look, Zer0,” he warns miserably.
They snort and turn to him as they drop a large unlabeled bottle into the trash. The gelcaps inside shatter like glass when it lands, and Rhys silently agrees with their decision to chuck it.
Zer0 looks at the toilet and flicks their fingers dismissively. “You think I’m squeamish?/ Stomach contents are no big./ I spill guts daily.”
He peers up at them, still gripping the toilet seat in much the same way that he clings to the door handle when Zer0 is driving. “Other people’s?“ he hazards.
“Naturally.”
He drops his flushed cheek onto the cool metal of his arm and groans. “Zer0, buddy, I love you, please can there be less talk about disembowelment while I’m trying not to dry-heave?”