Wow, these suck
This blog will include the fandoms I’m in so enjoy some shitty fahc edits featuring The lads + Ryan.
Jack and Geoff will be posted later for sure, I’ll might do some of the others as well.
Pwease send me some of your favourite writing prompts. I want to try doing some for FAHC fics ;; They’ll be awful but I want to give it a go!
The Vagabond doesn’t have fear. This is a fact on everyone’s lips and every mention of his name. It’s what he lives for, reinforcing the fact with every choice he makes and every action he takes. He could not have fear, he did not have fear. He hunted and killed, and he enjoyed every second of it.
But Ryan, Ryan had fear. He had so much wrapped around his heart, a heavy weight in his chest controlling his every move. He couldn’t admit it though, how could he. He was the Vagabond. People wouldn’t understand the difference, and would see him, them, both as weak. As useless. As a liability.
So Ryan hid it away, he hid himself away from everyone. He refused to show he face and often didn’t even speak unless needed. Keeping everyone at arms reach was easier than letting them in and realizing he’s not all he says he is. He joined the crew but still, he couldn’t show them the real him for so long.
Them finding out anything about him were accidents at first. Forgetting to pull the mask on right when he woke up from a night’s stay at a safe house, talking and singing to himself when he forgot the others are on comms with him, leaving his wallet on the counter so they found his name. He didn’t mean too. Sure, he wanted to trust them, but he couldn’t. Not in this line of work.
Many fears he held were ones you’d expect from anyone, being killed in a gunfight, being kidnapped, tortured, all that. But he had one, his biggest one, that he could never tell.
Ryan was afraid of storms.
watching the latest mario kart makes me think myatt should be the designated getaway driver
Let’s just pretend that you believe me that It’s Jack
that lasagna looks crisp
you sent this forever ago and i may have forgotten so im v sorry.
but absolutely i love the robin-hood style fahc. even if its in the form of cleaning up the city in a way. sure they’re always full of chaos, but its their chaos and they try to to bring any true innocents into it. no need for them to be. and when they chase out other gangs and such, they keep out the violence that isn’t just theirs against each other. the regular people in the city grow to really like them in that way. i absolutely see this!
Spare requests?? Anyone??
Jack gets worried about Ryan when she notices that he hasn’t been sleeping very much, or even sleeping at all. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the reason why, though.
Also available over on my AO3! Just search for the title of the fic or for everamazingfe on the site!
When Jack met Ryan, the first thing she noticed was how tired the man looked. even under the mask, the man was exuding vibes of pure exhausting. “Do you ever sleep?” she asked the eighth time Ryan showed up at the penthouse, a travel mug of coffee in hand.
“Sleep?” followed by laughter was the only response she got as Ryan refilled the mug and took a swift drink from it, not even adding sugar or milk.
That was the routine. Ryan would leave the penthouse at around nine with some excuse, and around eight in the morning he’d show back up, skipping a crew cooked breakfast in favor of coffee and claiming that he already ate.
If you asked Geoff, he’d say Jack was the most caring woman he’d ever met. He’d also say she was the most fierce. She didn’t mince words, but she wasn’t too harsh when it came to her crew. This was why it wasn’t surprising when Jack started making Ryan eat breakfast, even when he turned it down. Why she insisted Ryan start sleeping at the penthouse. She was convinced he was killing himself unintentionally with his poor habits. She was concerned, but she let it slide for a while, until she couldn’t stand it anymore.