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everythingcanadian · 6 months

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Rusted From The Rain

Pairing: Private Recording 1 Mentioned: Kat/Jeremy Hinted: Matt/Jeremy (Past Fake AH Crew, other ships up to you)

Rating: T for JRH I will tag him for others to filter

Warnings: Fake violence/GTA Violence, Car Accidents Mentioned, Ryan Haywood

Summary:

Jeremy had put to rest his alter ego, Rimmy Tim. Had accepted what had happened and had tried to move on and succeeded. Now he was back where the beginning of the end happened.

Day 20 of promptober: Rust I thought this was fitting to help myself heal after so long. I tagged that asshole so people can filter this out. This is more for me than anything. Title from Billy Talent's song "Rusted from the Rain" give it a listen if you want.

AO3 Portal Series Portal On Tumblr: Part 2

The shell of it was rusted and burnt out. The seats inside had been long ago stripped out and probably sold or cannibalised for parts. The engine was gone. Tires missing and the front left had melted from the crash. The headlights had moss and mould and mushrooms growing from them with the moisture and the fact it was the only thing on the car that hadn’t rusted. The hood was bent open, the whole front of the car had been crushed and bent. An old racing accident on the abandoned track. When they had found out what he had done to them. What he really was.

If one looked hard enough they could see the skid marks. The holes from bullets or grenades or rockets. From his spot leaning against the side of the rusted and useless Zentorno, he could feel the betrayal all over again. It wasn’t as bad now, jagged edges had healed somewhat, but it still hurt and probably would for the rest of his life. The black paint of the car had nearly melted off entirely in the blaze or a molotov aimed just right. But the husk of the low rider sat right where it was that day.

A simple red alert text on their phones had set it all off. Instead of a fun racing day they had an answer as to why some things never added up. Their connections into the FIB and police force had shown them their rat. He was more of a devil when they found out all that he had done.

Sitting here now made the ache behind his own ribs nearly unbearable.

He took another calming puff of his cigarette and looked around again in the broad daylight. The sun was already low in the sky even though it wasn’t even dinner time. Oranges and reds and browns among the greens and blacks and greys. Autumn here had some sort of ethereal effect. It’s why they bought and built here. Now it was misty by the ditches and damp in his bones.

Three years and the little racing circuit was overgrown and sinking back into the earth bit by bit, year by year. It was fresh smelling now. Even with the October air burning his nose it was beautiful. The world he had left behind was slowly healing.

His cigarette was a piss poor way to heat himself up from the inside. But it was a nice treat he didn’t indulge often. Maybe once a month if that. He didn’t smoke much anymore. Didn’t drink much either. Not since he ran with the crew. And especially not since he was revealed to be a traitor. They had disbanded pretty quickly after that.

Jeremy didn’t do a lot of things he used to do. But that doesn’t mean he stopped all of it. Matt and him are still best friends. Still own a home together. Though now it’s a modest one in a quieter neighbourhood outside of the city of Los Santos. They had made many new friends. All from disbanded or low rung crews. Some new names came up that had help getting a foothold. Some old names that helped those new to the game up rather than beat them down.

The royalty of the city and extended had fallen. There were no more kings of Los Santos. Fake AH was no more and it would never rise again. Safe houses were torched out. Bank accounts emptied and closed or transferred. Alternate identities erased. Paint jobs and costumes and familiar territories scraped, scrubbed, and scarpered. Photos burned along with files and hard-drives.

Jack and Geoff, and even Ray, an old friend he had briefly worked with, had seen to it that a few of the more identifiable cars had found the bottom of the ocean. They had all been wiped off the map and chose to stay that way. All their pseudonyms- no longer used and put to rest.

His leather jacket creaked as he shifted. His cell phone was ringing. Pulling it out of his jeans pocket he caught the name and smiled. He answered it and pressed the cold metal to his ear.

“Anthony. I’m where it all started to end.” He took another drag and looked out to where the sun would set in another couple hours. “You close?” He felt the mild lick of the Los Santos sun.

“Yeah, had to do a pick up. And don’t use my first name, sounds weird even now.” A pause and the sound of a turn signal in a car. “How are you guys right now?” The voice on the other end sounded warm and inviting. Among that clear sound was the soft murmurs of a couple new crew mates Jeremy had the pleasure of meeting and befriending.

Jeremy grinned, looking to where Matt and Ray were flying a drone to see what had become of the now cracked tarmac raceway. This was a meeting to assess the damage and see if it could be fixed. “I’m chilled to the bone.”

A heavy sigh and a few laughs came from the line. “That joke was never funny. We’re turning onto the driveway now. See you shortly.” Chilled hung up with what sounded like a smile.

Jeremy finished his smoke and stamped it out on the ground. Pushing his way off from the shell of a car. He dared not look at the blackened dashboard. Didn’t want to see his own initials matched with a traitor’s.

Rimmy Tim might live again but not to the glory of what he was. No. Now he was in a new crew as well as an independent. He had a lovely wife who joined them from time to time. Who loved the carnage as much as he did, and still does. She was running her own job with a couple of the ladies. He had friends who he slept around with safely. Friends who loved him and checked on him regularly. He was slowly fitting back into his skin.

Jeremy smiled to himself and started walking toward his two nerds as they flew the drone. Ray held the tablet and gave little callouts as to what he saw. Matt flew the white personal drone and slowly surveyed the place.

He broke off the rust from around his heart. He can take care of it with his new friends.

#rimmy tim #private recording 1 #fake ah crew #ryan haywood #he is the traitor #this is me healing alright let me live #promptober 2023 #promptober #fic #my fic

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jinlizz-dragondrama · 11 months

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Chapter 4

Mystic Mayhem

"So um Cannonballing into a pool huh?" I say

April rubs the back of her neck and smiles

"I'll invite you next time" she laughs awkwardly

"April aren't you gonna introduce us?" The orange turtle says

I turn my attention to the group of turtles and smiles shyly. April turns towards them and starts to name and point each turtle out.

"This orange ball of sunshine here is Mikey" Mikey excitedly waves at me and his bubbly energy helps me relax a bit. "This big red teddy bear here is Raph" Raph gives me a small smile with one fang sticking out which I find adorable. "This is-" Before she could finish the blue turtle jumped in front of her and grabs my hand and kisses it. "I'm Leonardo the most popular turtle" He chuckles. "And well...this is Donnie," she says awkwardly pointing to the purple turtle that's busy typing away on his tech gauntlet.

I quirk a brow at her and look between the purple turtle and April. I get an idea, pulling out my phone I shoot a text to Othello.

Me: Would I look better in a lavender shirt or a violet one?

I quickly send it and side eye to see the turtle's reaction. Luckily for me, his phone was on ring and he almost jumps out of his skin while he tries to answer the phone. Trying to hold back a laugh I watch as his green cheeks dust with a shade of pink. That was then I knew I had my man...turtle...

"Ah hah, I knew you sounded familiar Othello Van Ryan," I say while crossing my arms.

"Har har, you caught me. What do you want a medal?"

"Nah your expression was enough of a win for me"

He starts to sputter and waves his arms about trying to think of a rebuttal but I cut him off.

"So you guys are the ones that have been on the news recently, nice to meet yall in person."

"Yea, we're like internet famous...." Mikey shouts and a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his head when he sees his brothers glaring at him.

"Which is not a good...thing?" He continues

I chuckle a bit and smile at the group.

"Well your secret is safe with me".

"Alright crew time to hit the court, let's have some fun. Donnie can I hitch a ride?" April says

"No Probabls" he says while activating his purple protective shell thing.

"No way!! I say excitedly (Picture your pupils turning into stars from how awesome that looked)

Everyone jumps off the roof while Donnie hovers, I jump off behind them but it seems like Raph became distracted by something because he crashed into a brick wall. He points to a weirdly cute creature that is shivering from fear we all jump down to investigate. After Raoh attempts to make friends with it and proceeds to claw to oblivion, the little cat...dog...creature jumps into April's arms and locks her affectionately. I walk over giving it some neck scratches and it runs its head into my palm.

"Awwwww" I instantly pull out my phone to take a picture of the little guy. All of a sudden some freakishly huge men with baby carriers on their chest with puppies appear. The turtles hide behind April and me and seek to go over a skit of sorts for when they encounter humans. But sadly that didn't work out for them, especially with Donnie's awkward one-liner. I couldn't help but face Palm from secondhand embarrassment.

"You do not intimidate us with or without your fake earth voices" one of the thugs said

"That was actually my real voice," Donnie said with his arms crossed

"Well yea, you better get intimidated because we are like nothing you've ever seen!" Raph adds

"What's wrong with my voice?" Donnie says sounding slightly hurt

Soon the thugs turn into armored warriors and the dogs turned into ferrous beasts. Donnie pushes me behind him protectively but gets hit with a purple glowy wave and we get knocked into some bricks. I groan in pain and try to push Donnie off of me. After some....fighting? Mostly butt whopping and getting knocked around by several turtles being thrown at you the dog/cat creature was captured and was taken through a portal on a wall. Also, a poor delivery guy fell victim to the portal....and went down the depths. (get it fell...anyway) April runs after it and the portal closes behind her before I can jump in after her.

We try to figure out out to open the portal again but to no avail. Mikey realizes that they've seen the insignia before and we make our way to their lair. Which was surprisingly in the sewers...gross. After I was instructed to wait behind the lazy boy recliner while the turtles tried to get their father to leave the living room to swine the artifact. But they fail to get him to leave but thankfully he passes out not long after and I was able to grab it while Raph was coming up with a very interesting plan.

"Got it!" I said excitedly

"Wait how did you get it?" Raoh says shocked.

"He passed out from some cake and milk, the best way to go. Now let's go get April and that cute creature"

We make our way back to the lone standing brick wall and Raph tries to figure out how to open the portal. The boys continue to talk about Raph's capabilities and fear stink? Never heard of that one but eh I can see what they were talking about. Mikey however was able to open it, we jumped through the electric blue portal and finally land on solid ground. We'll the boys fell hard onto the ground while Leo was able to land "safely" until I crash-landed into him.

"Thanks for cushioning my fall, Leo"

He gives me a weak thumbs-up while I stand up and brush myself off. I look around a see a bunch of unknown creatures swimming in midair and just casually walking around us. We hear April whisper to us and we rush towards her. She explains to us that we are in a Mysticated City deep under New York and pointed to where the dog thingy is being held.

We hide in an upper level of the lair and Donnie gushes over the color scheme. I chuckle I perk over the edge to see that the dog/cat creature is being held in some sort of cage that's stopping it from teleporting and the delivery guy is also in a cage. A tall goat man enters the lair with two gargoyle creatures on each shoulder and yanks the green vial from the creature and pours it into a machine that holds some sort of mosquito bug-like creatures. They drink the green mixture and one is released from the chamber and placed on the delivery man who I'm able to see his name is Stewart. It bites him and he soon transforms into a Fishman, I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from gagging. Newly transformed Stewart runs out of the lair.

"Yep jury's in that was Imitation crab" Donnie said nonchalantly as we glare at him.

"The mutation worked just like it did all those years ago," the goatman says

"Mutation? You mean like us? Could we be-" Raph questioned

"Part Imitation crab!" Mikey interjects

Donnie awkwardly chuckles at that statement but realizes that his brother wasn't kidding. April directs us to a room full of weapons, she quickly pulls a lever, and before I could scream we end up falling through the floor and into a weapons room.

"Oh, it's like if science and magic had a baby!" Donnie said excitedly

The brothers soon start to look around for their weapons of choice. But Raph points out some glowy weapons. Raph, Mikey, and Leo grab weapons but April asks Donnie if he wants a glowy weapon too. But Donnie is too infatuated with his tech bo to grab one but he yonks a glowy purple piece of a gem? April then walks over to me asking if I want one, but I pull out my titanium fans and it makes a slicing noise when I open them.

"No thanks, I think I'm good," I say while my weapon glows a light pink. Donnie looks at me slightly impressed but I don't notice.

We interrupt Mr. Goatmans evil monologue by falling through a pipe. April and I land on top of the boys. While Raph and the boys are arguing the Incredibly Unusually Buff Bookworm is staring at them in awe. But April impatiently jumps onto the cage and starts attacking it trying to get the dog thingy out. We freak out at how she just jumped into action without any hesitation. But she's whisked away by the two gargoyles and she's swinging away at them. We are then attacked by purple-pink-looking tentacles, jumping on them and running toward the goatman. But he throws some sort of seed pods into the ground, a giant Iron Man-looking creature grows and yanks the tentacles from under us and we crash into the floor with a thud. Running into the action Leo cuts off the iron flesh man's leg, but it throws huge chunks of rock at us and we jump from rock to rock avoiding them. Mikey wraps his glowy whip around Raph and throws him into the giant's face knocking it to the ground. Donnie activates his hover wings from his shell and turns on his Tech bo and the sides turn to rockets but unluckily for him it spins him around which in turn spins him around and he lets it go. While it's spinning around Leo, Raph, and Mikey dodges out of the way, but I grab on and when it smacks the giant in the face I slice it with my fans and it appears as a huge pink crescent that cuts it. I land on the floor and stumble backward onto my butt. Mid-slice it spins around from both the force of the bo and my cut. Donnie quickly catches his Bo and takes a selfie (honestly same lol 😆).

He lands on the rubble and while the Goatman is evil monologuing completely ignores him, while everyone else is trying to get their bearings. Poor April is still being flown around by the gargoyles and going strong with her whacks on them, seeing that she can handle herself. We found out the Goatmans name is Baron Draxum and he isn't surrendering like Leo thought he was. We start attacking him head-on, but we get blown away from his force wind and I bump into Donnie but he's able to catch me. April lands on the ground and continues to attack the gargoyles until they pass out and while she has one in her mouth like a chew toy, she gives a thumbs up which we all return. Draxum shoots a caccon spray and April is wrapped tightly in it. Mikey tosses his whip at Draxum it ignites and an evil laugh emanates from it and poor Mikey is soon pulled and thrown around the lair. He hits the top of the mosquito infuser machine and it starts to spark and electricity swirls around it.

We all look at Mikey once he lands next to us with our eyes Sparkling with fascination. It started a chain reaction while Raph and Leo tried to activate their weapons too but failling miserably. I kind of feel bad for Leo as he opened two portals and continues to fall. I activate mine and slice him which turns into two pink crescents that form an X and cuts him but it seems to do no damage. So Donnie takes over and attacks with his Bo (he def ate this scene 😍) he hits Draxum with an Iron punch and when he goes to attack again Mikey collides with him and they go flying.

"You fight like untrained baffons" Draxum says

I take offense to that and scoff, then we all get encapsulated in the cocoon spray, and Donnie and Mikey are stuck together. Donnie tries to figure out how we are going to rescue the dog thingy and he sees that the mosquito goo infuser is getting ready to blow and we all try to squirm and free ourselves. A huge chunk of rock falls onto Draxum and the goo mosquitos escape and a piece of the infuser falls onto the dog things cage and it escapes. It teleports to us and thankfully teleports it out of the exploding lair. Mikey opens up the portal and we jump through, as we fall through their father doo icky breaks apart. April names the dog thingy Mayhem and almost goo mosquitos escape into the New Yori city sunrise. We quickly rush out of there before people can spot us. We jump onto a rooftop, I wave to the group and take off towards the apartment. Donnie watches me as I gracefully jump from building to building. He activates his hovering wings and follows his family back home.

"Well, that was an exciting night!" I say while climbing through my bedroom window, falling onto my bed, plugging in my phone to charge, and as soon as my head hits the pillow I fall into blissful sleep.

#rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise raph #rise leo #rise mikey #rise april

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agentem · 1 year

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I watched WAKANDA FOREVER again and thinking about Chadwick Boseman. Not just “he was a great actor” or “it’s awful that cancer takes people too soon.”

But about his purpose. When he died, there was an article with one of the friends that knew Mr. Boseman (it feels weird calling him Chadwick). And the friend said he selected his roles very carefully not just because it’s important for creative people to put something out there. Sometimes we put comedy out there to make people laugh or we write a memoir hoping to be seen. (Samuel L Jackson says he wants to make movies he would’ve seen as a kid, and I think he’s doing a good job with that purpose.)

The friend said Chadwick’s purpose was he wanted everything he put out into the world to have a positive effect. On the culture, on the world.

That means not just taking culturally conscious roles like Jackie Robinson and Thurgood Marshall. He also added his star power to August Wilson plays. And he took the role of T’Challa in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR because he thought it would be a positive effect on the culture to see a Black superhero.

Ahe worked really hard on it. He studied capoeira, Muy Thuy, and Tae Kwon Do for BLACK PANTHER even after he found out he had cancer. (He was diagnosed in 2016, the year CIVIL WAR came out) And if I had been in his shoes, my purpose would then become to not move unless my doctor told me to because I’d be scared of the cancer.

But positive effects on the culture was what he wanted.

Ryan Coogler said in an emotional interview about how much Mr. Boseman created Wakanda because he was the only one making decisions during CIVIL WAR. He, for example, convinced the directors T’Challa should speak to his father in an African language because “why would they speak English?”

So John Kani (the actor who played T’Chaka) taught him how to say his lines in Xhosa, Kani’s own language. He wanted it to be a real African language and not, I don’t know, Dothraki. A made up thing. And that was a decision made on that day, that had a ripple effect through the future.

Because ultimately what happened with Wakanda, was this decision to use very specific cultural reference points. Not to make it look “vaguely African” or “completely made up” but to pick a specific thing from the continent of Africa. To weave the Blanket of Wakanda with real threads, that maybe don’t go together or wouldn’t be in this region, but have some real world inspiration.

More African Americans tried to learn Xhosa after BLACK PANTHER. Maybe it’s not the “correct” language for the place Wakanda is supposed to occupy on the fake map. People are connecting to a real culture that may have been ripped from them by Slavery. Maybe. (And, at the very least, also not paying Disney for a fake Wakanda dictionary like LORD OF THE RINGS have to buy for Elvish.)

That is something positive that Chadwick Boseman put out into the culture. He did that.

And it rippled out to a lot of African artists who were used for the cast and crew.

And then they have those people, who can make a Wakanda real, already on staff when they have to do it again for WAKANDA FOREVER.

Chadwick Boseman’s ripples will keep going out until all the cultures have a Marvel superhero, I think. The success of BLACK PANTHER allowed for things like SHANG CHI and MS MARVEL to be maid. (Also helped CAPTAIN MARVEL, I should add but that was already in production.)

Not only that but he’s having such a positive effect on some artists who were close to him. Coogler again talked about how he basically “had” to cast Letitia Wright as Shuri because she was the only one who could make him smile a “Chadwick Boseman” smile (lots of teeth) and not just a T’Challa (regal, restrained) smile.

And Chadwick’s positive ripples have made Letitia Wright a leading lady.

Chadwick’s ripple might get Angela Bassett the Oscar, which would make me happy in the future and Make Amber Ruffin feel positive in 1993.

I know Black people have asked to see fewer white people’s thoughts on Mr Boseman.

But, man, I have to say. If you wanted to put positive into the culture, man. You did it.

#Chadwick Boseman #black panther #is this what religion is?#superheroes

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fakeahgems · 8 months

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disclaimer: very old au

tw ryan is still in this au since this was created and worked on in like 2019 subject to edits

Info: Mostly based around an au of the fake ah crew and some of their minecraft series.

fahc gems:

Geoff- Rhodonite Jack- Larimar Ryan- Bloodstone Michael- Tourmaline Gavin- Yellow Pearl Jeremy- Overcooked Ametrine Ray- Ametrine Lindsey- Sunstone Meg- Cherry pearl Matt- iolite Alfredo green jade Trevor orange jade Fiona: Boulder Opal

#fahc gems #fahc au

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theangelwithashotgun8 · 4 years

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Even MORE FAHC BS!

A continuation of this but you don’t gotta read that to understand this. Basically a look at Ryan and Gav’s relationship is, apparently, my newest FAHC AU

"This is Gavin." His new boss had said as he plopped a toddler in his arms, "You're his new bodyguard."

If Ryan was being honest, he'd taken up Ramsey's offer because he had nothing else going for him. Very few people were willing to take on the quiet, creepy, kid who looks like he was too young to be on the streets. Being a glorified babysitter is not the kind of job Ryan thought would be what gets him out of sleeping in alleyways or behind dumpsters, but he's that special kind of desperate so he just hefts the toddler onto his hip and nods.

He doesn't actually have to do much at first. Jack and Geoff are very involved fathers, often sitting on the floor for "tummy time" as they encourage their son to speak. Ryan doesn't know how hardened criminals like them came across a baby of all things, one that doesn't look a thing like them, but he tries not to think about it. Gavin is a happy and healthy kid, that's as good as it's gonna get.

But things get progressively harder whenever they go out. Gavin doesn't like his stroller, will scream bloody murder the second he goes anywhere near it, so Ryan is usually left carrying him or holding his hand as they walk. Turns out, Geoff has a lot of enemies and all of them want him and his family dead. Jack can hold his own, but Gavin is a literal baby and can't do much.

Ryan has always been okay with violence, had bloodied his own knuckles to protect his own and he's quick to react to threats. He's young, barely out of his teens, but he's vicious and ruthless and does it all with a smile on his face and Gavin on his hip. No one touches the kid when Ryan's around.

It’s been a year since Ryan moved in and Gavin still won’t speak. He babbles a lot, blows spit bubbles, and ecstatically points or walks over to the thing or person he wants.

But he won’t talk.

Geoff and Jack are in a mad race to get their son to say their name first. It usually involves bribery of the highest form, but it never works.

A small part of Ryan thinks he shouldn’t care, he’s just supposed to keep the kid safe, but he’s grown… Fond of the small family that took him in. So he comes home form the library with at least 10 different parenting books, all of them saying that children will speak when they’re ready.

“So you’re gonna talk when you’re ready, huh squirt?”

And Gavin, fist jammed in his mouth, blinks up at him with innocent eyes before giggling. He waves his spit covered hand around in excitement and says,

“Rye! Rye!”

The entire apartment goes silent at that. Had he? Did he just?

“Rye! Rye!”

Ryan cries as he scoops the toddler into his arms and though he threatens dismemberment if that fact ever gets out, Jack and Geoff can’t find it in themselves to really believe him.

Gavin is four.

It’s Jack’s birthday soon and Ryan is standing in the middle of Macy’s with Gavin perched on his hip as he scans the rows of handbags and necklaces. Right now the little monster is content to chew on his fingers and tug Ryan’s hair.

Jack had recently started her physical transition, now that they had the funds for surgeries she decided to bite the bullet and go for it, and he wanted to be supportive of her. Hence, staring at handbags and jewelry and wondering why he never thought to ask Jack what her favorite color was.

On his hip Gavin squeaks and slaps his hand on Ryan’s face.

“Okay, that’s it.” He says as he places the four year old on the ground, “You have legs. Use them.”

He still takes Gavin’s hand to make sure the curious boy doesn’t wonder off, “We’re buying a gift for mommy. What do you think she’d like?”

For a moment he thought the kid wouldn’t answer, but then he pointed at a display case and Ryan laid eyes on a gold necklace with green gems arranged like laurel leaves. It was simple, pretty, and would look nice against the dress she bought for herself last Christmas. If she and Geoff went out on a date it would be perfect.

“Good taste, Gav.” He said as they walked over to the case and politely asked for it.

He knows he still looks young, that the baby at his feet doesn’t help that image, but this is Los Santos and fuck if retail workers don’t already see too much weird shit. The cashier doesn’t even hesitate, just tells him the price and doesn’t bat an eye when he pays in cash.

All she asks is, “Do you want that wrapped?”

As they’re walking home Ryan knows they’re being followed. They aren’t subtle about it, not in the slightest, and Ryan feels more irritated than scared. Gavin starts to sing some stupid song he heard on Blue’s Clues and it’s then that Ryan feels a trace amount of fear. He tries to shake them, but what they lack in stealth they make up for in persistence. He’ll have to take them out then.

He turns to a parking structure that’s empty and surrounded by construction cones. The upper levels are unstable, but the city’s workers are stretched too thin and it’s sat abandoned for months. It’s the perfect spot for a confrontation. He rushes to hid Gavin near a part of the cement wall that’s fallen away. It’s a tight squeeze but Gavin is small for his age, he’ll be safe, out of the way, and out of sight.

“Stay here, okay? Don’t come out until I come to get you, don’t make any noise, and don’t look.”

“Is this real?” It’s their special code for when things are very serious and Gavin needs to be quiet.

Ryan nods as he tucks Jack’s present into his arms, “Very real. Hold onto this and don’t let go, okay?”

“Okay.”

When they come for him, Ryan is ready.

A part of him used to wonder if he should worry about how easily he kills, at how much sick joy he finds in feeling sticky blood on his fingers, but whatever innocence he had is gone now and he doesn’t worry at all. It scares Geoff and Jack, sometimes, at how efficient he is at his job, at how calm he is when the slaughter begins, at how effective his torture methods are. Sometimes he causes pain just to cause pain and that concerns and frightens them, just a bit, but they love him and how good he is with Gavin so they keep quite about it. They aren’t angels, they won’t try to act like them.

When he’s done there’s little left of the damn thugs. With their entrails and squares of skin thrown here and there the parking structure has turned into a macabre mural. He’ll have to come back later to burn the whole place down. They had screamed, but no one bats an eye at that anymore in Los Santos, he has time to hide the evidence.

He looks at himself, at the jacket stained with blood, at the boots that are sticky with things he doesn’t want to think about, and decides he should be cleaner about it next time. He shrugs off the jacket, wipes his hands off with the cleaner insides, and throws it somewhere he doesn’t care about as he turns to the crevice where he hid Gavin-

And he froze.

Gavin stood there, in full view, staring around him with wide eyes. Ryan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He doesn’t mind that Geoff and Jack are scared of him, but Gavin… Gavin is different. He’s had the kid on his hip since day one, he’d changed his diapers and argued with him to eat his vegetables. They watched cartoons on Sunday together and giggled whenever Ryan made a funny face at him. He was the one person in the world not scared of him, and now he’d ruined that.

When he opens his eyes agin Gavin is still standing there, but… But he isn’t scared. He looks curious, a little grossed out, but not scared. He’s still looking at Ryan like he always has and a part of Ryan wonders if he should be concerned with that, but he’s too thankful to think about it too much.

Ryan walks over and kneels down so he can see Gavin eye to eye. The boy blinks up at him and then gives him a blinding smile. Ryan reaches out his hand and without hesitation Gavin takes it into his own.

Jack loves the necklace, and hugs both of them close, “My good boys.” She says and Ryan’s chest fills with warmth.

Gavin has just learned how to climb a tree when someone manages to sneak past his guardians. A loud shot rings through the forest. It doesn’t hit, but it scares the boy so much that falls from the branch he was perched on. They had all moved too slow and now their boy has a broken arm. The second Ryan reaches Gavin he throws himself over the younger boy, rears back, and fires into the trees where the bullet came from.

A body falls, limp and useless, to the floor. They don’t even bother finding out who he is, who he works for, because Gavin is more important.

At the hospital Gavin clings to Ryan, sniffling miserably at the doctor who sets his arm and places it in a cast. It was a clean break, she says, it’s a good thing they brought him as soon as the did.

“It’s Summer.” She assures the adults because all three of them are shaking like leaves, “Lots of kids get into things they shouldn’t. You aren’t the only ones who brought in an injured kid.”

She doesn’t know that someone managed to sneak past them, had known they were heading out into the woods for a picnic, had known exactly where to hide. Someone had known what they were doing.

Geoff manages to thank her. That night they pack up the house and Geoff uproots them to England. He hadn’t even asked Ryan if he wanted to go with them, had just told him to pack up his shit and be in the car in an hour.

Ryan was family now, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Gavin takes to England like a duck to water. He’s adapted to the lingo in a way his guardians haven’t quite figured out and he even has a strong Oxford accent.

He’s also now 14 and an absolute menace.

“It’s just a movie with my friends!”

“And I’m saying that you can go, but Ryan needs to go with you.”

And Gavin, honest to God, stomps his foot. Even in England, so far from the influence and notoriety Geoff had built for himself, Geoff is not someone to be messed with. The only one who can act so casually towards him is an annoying twig of a teenager who looks two seconds away from either crying or throwing a fist.

“I’m fourteen, Geoffrey! I can take care of myself!”

“You can barely lift the milk jug you asshole!”

Ryan thinks that now might be a good time to intervene. Usually Jack keeps the two of them in line, but she’s at the store and so it’s left to Ryan to be civil.

“Look.” He says, drawing attention to him, “Gav, you know that Geoff is right.”

“But-“

“And Geoff knows that you’re old enough to go to a movie by yourself.” He takes a deep breath, “So. We’re going to compromise. I will drop you off at the theater. None of your friends will see me, I promise, and I’ll go see something else at the same time. Does that sound fair to the two of you? I’ll be close enough if something goes wrong and Gavin still gets independence.”.

Neither of them are too happy with it, but they take it. Gavin comes home without a scratch and Geoff breathes a little easier.

Gavin grows up, he graduates from high school and no one knows who cries more Ryan or Geoff.

Shortly after Gavin’s 19th birthday they move back to Los Santos.

Ryan has changed, has finally grown into himself and cuts an intimidating figure. There are whispers in the street calling him Vagabond. The city learns to fear his black skull mask as much as they fear Geoff.

Gavin hates being useless and asks Jack to teach him to fly and Geoff how to drive. He asks Ryan to teach him to fight. Despite his sporadic methods, Gavin is actually a skilled pilot and Jack beams with pride, even though he’s a dunce with cars and hand to hand combat. His first experiment with throwing knives destroyed a lamp and Geoff has since banned him from trying it.

He’s on surer footing with long distance weapons, but he’s more talented with his words.

Gavin has been weaseling things out of them since he could talk, and for a while they all thought they gave in because it’s Gavin and despite it all he’s their kid and they love him. Except it works with complete strangers, with just a word or two Gavin is conning people for everything they’ve got: money, possessions, sympathy… You name it, he can take it.

Geoff tries him out as a front man for a negotiation with some up and comer who’s getting too close to Geoff’s territory. Gavin smirks his way through the meeting and he doesn’t just take what he wants, he talks until the other man is gladly giving everything they want to them on a silver tray.

Gavin is good, very good, and he’s a bit vain with that knowledge. It all goes fine, until he tries it on an older mob boss, one with more reach and influence, and the older man just laughs and pats Gavin on the head. They all bristle at that but he just smiles.

“You are good. But your eyes cannot lie.”

He takes to wearing sunglasses after that.

Slowly Gavin starts to change his look. His hair gets dyed blonde and styled with gel, he keeps his nails trimmed and buffed. He drapes himself in gold and wears button ups and skinny jeans to all his meetings. His smirk never falls.

And then one day it does.

Ryan’s been doing this for a long time, but getting shot still sucks. He hisses and drops to his knee, glaring through his mask at the assholes who have him surrounded.

“The mighty Vagabond. On his knees before me.”

“Oh fuck off and kill me already.”

The blow never comes. Blood sprays from the head honcho’s mouth and Ryan blinks, stunned, as he tumbles forward, an arrow stuck in his head.

What the fuck?

There’s chaos all around as, one by one, gang members drop like flies, each with a green shafted bolt in their heads. Gavin steps out from the shadows, glasses gleaming in the last as he flips his hair out of his eyes. In his arms is a crossbow, one he’d bought last week as a joke, and Ryan feels like his brain is running a marathon.

Gavin’s trademark smirk, the one that makes Los Santos gulp because they’re going to lose something and they can only hope it’s money and not something they actually care about, but now… Now Gavin is frowning as he drops the crossbow, uncaring of the clatter it makes, and he kicks a corpse out of his way as he crouches down to Ryan’s level.

“Are you okay?”

He’s never seen this Gavin before, the one who kills easily and so… Abruptly.

But then Gavin pushes up those sunglasses and he sees those hazel eyes looking at him the way he always has and Ryan’s heart melts. Gavin blinks once, twice, and then his mouth turns up into a blinding smile.

Gavin reaches out his hand and without hesitation Ryan takes it into his own.

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