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everamazingfe · 3 years

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Magic in the Mundane

Fic Summary: Everyone had something special about them, their own personal bit of magic. Most found out about their abilities early, but Gavin had always been a bit of a late bloomer. Luckily, Michael comes by to help him put the pieces together.

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Words in this chapter: 5521 Pairings: Gavin Free/Michael Jones Warnings for this chapter: None

Notes: Written for Kait (@uy8hg) for the RT Writer’s Discord Secret Sunshine event! All of her prompts were amazing and I spent far too long trying to decide between them, but I'm so glad that I decided to go with this one because it was so much fun to write. Check the source for a link to read it over on A 0 3!

Prompt: Someone discovers a new power or something that they find really cool, and they want to show it off to everyone else, with varying levels of success.

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In a world full of wonder, it wasn’t always easy to appreciate the beauty in the mundane, but those who had magic running through their veins found it quite simple. The way that magic would manifest itself in those people wasn’t always the same, though. Sometimes, the magic was in their personality. Jack had a warmth about him that could make anyone’s day better in a matter of seconds. Trevor’s charisma was off the charts, he was such a smooth talker that it was hard for anyone to dislike him unless they really tried. Other times, it was in their looks. Alfredo had a smile that could light up any room, big and beaming and bright enough to outshine the sun. Geoff had amazingly artistic tattoos that seemed to come alive if one looked at them a little too long (he would always deny this, but there was a gleam in his eye that made everyone think twice about his words). Sometimes, it was something else entirely. Their magic came in the form of special abilities, of genuine magic. Lindsay could speak to animals, using their skills for good a majority of the time, but otherwise causing mischief. Michael could create just as well as he could destroy, rendering entire buildings obsolete and creating new ones in their wake.

There was a little bit of magic in everything, but oftentimes there were those that couldn’t see it in themselves. That was where Gavin stood. He was a smooth talker, sure, but not as smooth as Trevor. His smile wasn’t as bright as Alfredo’s. He didn’t have any magical abilities. Though he was welcomed into their group, he didn’t feel as though he belonged. He didn’t have any magic. They insisted that he was part of their crew, magic or not, and that he was welcome, but sometimes he didn’t want their comforts. He just wanted to be left alone. It was hard enough to be the lone member of the mundane in their little crew, he didn’t want their pity points on top of it. Still, it didn’t stop them from trying to help.

“Maybe you’re just a late bloomer?” Fiona suggested to him late one evening when the sun had already set, laid out on her back on the roof of a building Michael had created just for her. Her magic was her ability to be good at anything she set her mind to, with an unwavering confidence that Gavin admired (and sometimes envied), even when it was misplaced. “Or you could just be totally oblivious to it. That’s always an option.”

He let out a soft sigh, shrugging a shoulder as he turned his head to look at her. “Someone else would’ve noticed it in me by now though, I think. Everyone has something, even if they're not the ones who see it.” Those who had magic were usually pretty good at picking it out in others. It had been how those without genuine magic had discovered theirs. How Jack had discovered his warmth, how Ky had discovered her strength, and so on.

Fiona bit her lip, going quiet. He had a point there, but she didn’t want to admit it. She hated when he was right. “Maybe your magic is just being an idiot?” There was a grin on her lips, but the way that she spoke made it sound like a genuine suggestion. Gavin couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, his and Fiona’s giggles echoing out across the landscape.

“Kind of a shitty magic, don’t you think, Fifi?” He asked finally, when his sides ached from laughing and his lungs begged for air. “I know Michael would certainly agree with you, but… I really hope that’s not it.”

“I don’t know, Gavvy. Could be. But I hope that’s not it too. I think you’re made for something a bit better than that.” Instead of pity, or jokes, she gave him a vote of confidence, and there was a little gleam that formed in Gavin’s eyes at her words.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do!

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The day after speaking to Fiona, Gavin was still thinking about her words. Despite how good it had made him feel in the moment, they’d ended up putting him in a worse mood than usual, and it was hard for him to even begin thinking about the magic he might have held. Was he really meant for something better than the idiocy his friends assigned to him? He wasn’t sure.

He’d set out on a hike, outside of the city that they’d made for themselves and into the woods surrounding it. Some time out in nature always made him feel better, more at ease, more connected to the magic of the world around him. The small nuances on how the ecosystem worked together to thrive always intrigued him, and he was jealous of how cohesive it all could be.

“I’m just a bit too all over the place for it, I guess,” he muttered to himself, taking a seat on a fallen tree. The moss was soft beneath him, and he ran his fingers over it as he talked to himself. Working through his thoughts aloud always made them feel less jumbled.

A figure sat down beside him with a heavy sigh, and a hand was placed over his. “Don’t beat yourself too much, Gav,” Geoff said quietly, wrapping his arm around Gavin and pulling himself close. “We can’t all be something special, otherwise there wouldn’t be anything special at all.”

Gavin let out a long sigh, leaning into the gent when he was pulled in. He’d stopped asking how Geoff could find him so easily long ago. It was the same answer every time, ‘I just know where to look, you assholes aren’t exactly all that hard to find,’ said with that same glint in his eye. “Yeah, I know. But it’d be nice to be able to do something more than exist.”

Geoff hummed softly, rubbing his thumb gently over Gavin’s shoulder. It always made him feel guilty when any of his friends were upset, particularly Gavin, but he’d been so hung up on the same thing for so long. “Are you sure you don’t just want an excuse for the attention to be back on you for a change?”

The lad sat up quickly, pulling away from Geoff and cutting him a confused look. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying! Going around talking to everyone, being all mopey about not having magic? Pretty good way to get everyone to pay attention to you for a change, right?”

Gavin scoffed at the notion, pushing Geoff away from him. “That’s not what I’m doing at all!”

“Are you sure?” He asked, arching an eyebrow as Gavin stood up suddenly.

“Yes.” They’d had a few new members join their ranks, and attention was divided as they worked to expand their little city and network with others, but he hadn’t minded people paying less attention to him. If anything, he enjoyed it. It meant there was less pressure on him to perform. “Now, I’m going. And this time, you’re not allowed to search for me.”

He didn’t even know where he was going, he just wanted to go away. He wondered if that’s what everyone thought, or if Geoff was just trying to get a rise out of him. If they all thought that way, they’d certainly never said anything of the sort, but this was how people were going to treat him, Gavin didn’t want to be around them.

“What a dick,” he muttered to himself, pulling his cloak tighter around himself as he walked deeper into the forest. It was a beautiful green and gold tapestry, the hues blending together to make a simple but pleasing pattern. The threads had been hand-woven by Matt and enchanted to protect its wearer from whatever may come their way, and it did a remarkable job.

As he ventured deeper into the woods, the trees grew taller and thicker, blocking out the sun’s rays and sending a chill through the air. As the coldness began to creep in, the cloak kept him warm and made him feel safe. However, it couldn’t protect him from the turmoil inside his own mind.

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In the city center, Michael was having a different sort of crisis, and his angry shouting could be heard all across the land.

“You said what to him?!’

His relationship to Gavin was indiscernible at best, no one knew whether they were deeply in love or mortal enemies, but one thing was certain: he was fiercely protective of the fact that he was the only one allowed to bully Gavin, and anyone else could only do so with his permission. Whether they were soulmates or archnemesis, Gavin was his boi first and foremost.

“I just suggested that maybe being an idiot was his form of magic! It was funny, we were both laughing!” Fiona said, completely oblivious to the way that Michael was shooting daggers her way. Usually Michael played along with her playful teasing of Gavin, so when he didn’t continue to make jokes, she looked over. “Don’t you give me that look, you’re thinking it too.”

“I’m not, though.” Fiona scoffed, and Michael all but growled. “I’m not. You all underestimate him, and when he does find his magic, you’re going to be blown away. All of you will be.” There was a special sort of conviction to his words, one that was usually reserved for saying the most ridiculous things completely stone-faced.

Michael stormed off after that, ignoring Fiona’s demands for him to keep hanging out with her. Movement came from the bushes on the outskirts of their community, spotted just out of the corner of his eye, but his attention snapped towards it in an instant only to reveal that the movement was caused by Geoff. His eyebrows furrowed as the other tried to pretend like he wasn’t covered in burrs and twigs, like he wasn’t trying to sneak out of the brush and back into the city unnoticed.

“Do you know where Gavin is?” he asked instantly, lifting a hand swiftly to raise a dirt wall behind Geoff, who was trying to retreat back into the bushes as quickly as he’d come out of them.

“Why would I know where he is?” Geoff asked, his voice pitchy and lilted like he certainly did know where Gavin was, but also that he knew that revealing that information would get him in more trouble with Michael than not at the same time.

Michael’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet rumbling and propelling him like a moving walkway until he was nose to nose with Geoff. “Because you know where everyone is, you always know.”

There wasn’t fear in Geoff’s eyes, but the man’s chest rose and fell rapidly with anxious breaths. The staredown was long and tense, though he eventually relented, letting out a long sigh as the wall behind him fell. He wasn’t going anywhere. “I spoke to him in the woods maybe an hour ago, he told me that I’m not allowed to look for him, but here.” He reached into his gear, pulling out a weathered piece of parchment that was rolled and tied with a thin strip of leather. A map, one that he’d made with the same magic that lived in his tattoos, that not only held the lay of the land but also markers for everyone who lived in it. Geoff offered it to Michael, who quickly swiped it from him and unrolled it. “He never said anything about you going after him.”

The lad hummed quietly as his eyes scanned the map for the forest green marker that indicated Gavin’s name, wordlessly stepping beyond the brush and into the woods towards it.

“I don’t even get a thank you?!” Geoff cried out behind him, annoyed by the lack of gratitude. The ground beneath his feet rose suddenly, knocking him off his feet and onto the earth. He cried out, flailing his arms in an attempt to stop himself from falling, but it was futile. Michael was already gone.

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The woods looked easy to traverse on the map, and they most likely would have been if Michael had stayed on the trails, but he opted to make a beeline towards Gavin. The terrain was rocky and there were steep cliffs off the beaten path, but it was nothing that he couldn’t handle. He could mend and mold the earth to make it easier to traverse, creating stairs along the cliff faces for an easy descent. The climate was what was really getting to him. The chill in the air was unbearable for him, only getting worse as the sun began to dip down, and he had a bear’s pelt to keep him warm. Gavin’s frame was thinner and frailer than his own, he most likely wasn’t faring any better.

He lit a torch as night fell, raising up dirt and stone walls around himself to block out the cold and keep himself safe from the nocturnal monsters around him. After jamming the torch into the wall, he unfurled his map and saw that Gavin’s marker had stopped moving and was instead spinning around in frantic circles. Evidently, he was trying to make camp for the night as well. With a swift movement of his hand, miles away on the other side of the woods, similar walls raised up around Gavin, and the marker finally stopped moving. Satisfied that his boi was safe, he settled down, wrapping his pelt around himself tightly for warmth as he laid down to sleep.

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Gavin was startled as the dirt walls rose up around him, terrified that something was trying to trap him within them, though he quickly became at ease when he realized what it meant. Geoff had listened and wasn’t going to be searching for him, but Michael was certainly looking out for him instead. The fear that came from being alone out there dissipated as he ran his fingers down the dirt, pulling out several clumps of roots and knocking bits of earth loose. Dirt walls were less than fancy, but they were a great comfort regardless.

He slept easily through the night with a newfound sense of safety, his cloak pulled tightly around himself for warmth. It worked wonders against the cold. As the sun began to rise, it didn’t emerge from the clouds, the sky grey and dreary as rain began to fall. Gavin could hear the rain hitting the tops of the trees, but even as he began to move none of the drops ever hit him. Above him, the branches of the trees bent and molded, shielding him from the downpours as he walked. No doubt this is Michael’s doing, he thought to himself, a small smile forming on his lips. No matter how much they seemed to argue, the other lad still managed to be protective of him. It was something he was always grateful for, even when the others seemed to give him shit for it.

His pace that day was slower, more leisurely now that he had calmed down some, but he still had no intentions of going back to the city. If Michael was the only one who cared enough to come for him, they could start their own city far, far away. Together. He quickly shook the thought from his mind, pushing his hood down and taking a look around. Though the trees were tall above him for now, he knew that if he just kept going they’d give way to a beautiful, grassy plain. He couldn’t wait to walk on grass again, the dirt and stones beneath him were starting to make his feet ache.

Several yards from where he’d first had that thought, he had to stop, kneeling down to untie his boots so he could re-lace them tightly. Moving slowly, he bent down, not wanting to end up with another cut on his knee from landing too hard on a rock like he’d already done far too many times this trek. But the terrain beneath his knee was soft, and as he looked down at his boot, he saw that there was soft, lush grass beneath him. Not dirt.

“What on earth?” He asked himself, brushing his fingers through it. There was some grass on the forest floor around him, but it was rough and patchy, nothing like this. “Michael’s really outdone himself this time.” With that thought, he smiled to himself before continuing to lace up his boots with deft fingers. Before he stood, he spotted a small wildflower that had bloomed among the blades , and he gently picked it and placed it behind his ear. “What a dope.”

What Gavin didn’t know was that Michael didn’t have the ability to create foliage or flowers underfoot. No one in their community did. And with each step that Gavin took, more of it sprouted up from the dirt beneath him.

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Night fell again soon enough, and Gavin wasn’t sure where he was. He could’ve sworn that the forest gave way into plains at this point, but instead he found himself in the middle of the desert. Stupidly, he’d continued on, just in case the plains were just beyond it, though now he was too tired to turn back.

“Maybe Fiona was right,” he muttered as he sat down in the sand, digging his toes into it and wiggling them for some amusement as he propped his cloak up over himself like an umbrella. It was nighttime now, but it would be morning again soon enough. He didn’t want to end up burnt to a crisp before he even woke up. No walls came up around Gavin this time either, so it was up to him to protect himself.

Gavin leaned forward against his knees, peering up at the night sky for a few long moments. Jeremy had spent many long nights back in the city teaching him the constellations and the stars within them, though he could never tell which ones were real and which ones the lad had made up for his own amusement. Orion was certainly real, but Beauregard’s Chariot was almost certainly not. Almost. He picked that one out, finding comfort in its familiarity, before he decided it was time to get some rest. Toes still in the sand, he laid back, arms crossed beneath his head as he closed his eyes. He had been so focused on the sky that he was unaware of what was happening in the sand beneath him.

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With Gavin’s slowed pace, Michael was able to start gaining on him. He raced through the trees with even greater speed now that he was beyond the craggy cliffs and difficult landscape, the earth moving beneath him to propel him along. By nighttime, he’d closed in on Gavin’s position, and he was stunned by what he saw.

Smack dab in the middle of the desert, where not even cacti could manage to survive due to the horrible heat and scorching sunbeams, Gavin found himself within an oasis. That same lush grass and wildflowers were no longer just underfoot, but in a wide circle around the lad, almost tall enough to completely hide him from Michael’s view. Small trees were even beginning to grow, supporting Gavin’s cloak above him in place of the flimsy sticks he’d set up before.

“Gavin?” Michael called softly, stepping forward with caution in case it was a facade, a trap of some sort. The desert was known for causing hallucinations, for preying on the hope of the desperate. That was the kind of magic it held, and it was very skillful at using it. But as he knelt down at the edge of the circle and reached forward to feel the greenery, sure enough, it was real. “What the hell? Gavin! Wake the fuck up!”

The lad sat bolt upright with a start, catching himself in his cloak and fighting it off with all the fierceness of a kitten. Sleep was still gripping him, catching him somewhere between being wide awake and deep asleep, but he was quickly coming to. “Who’s there?!” He shouted, finally tossing his cape away from himself and looking around in confusion. “Michael?” That wasn’t the last thing he expected to see out there, but it wasn’t the first either. “What are you doing here, Michael?”

It had taken everything in Michael not to laugh at the display in front of him, but he quickly wiped the smirk off his face to look offended when Gavin addressed him so incredulously. “Jeez, don’t sound so happy to see me,” he drawled, rolling his eyes before shuffling forward on his knees. “Mind telling me what all this is?” He arched an eyebrow, gesturing to the small haven among the sand.

However, Gavin had no more answers than Michael did. “I’m not… I’m not sure what it is,” he responded earnestly, glancing between it and the other lad before reaching for his cloak. “I thought you were doing it. You’re not?” Michael shook his head fervently, and Gavin only frowned as he pulled the garment on. “Then who is?”

Michael shrugged a shoulder, humming a soft ‘I don’t know’ before standing, stalking around the mysterious growth. This wasn’t anything that anyone he knew could do, and when he tried to make it happen himself, all he could do was raise the earth itself. He couldn’t make anything grow from it. Which left only one option…

“Come here,” he said suddenly, and Gavin looked at him like he’d asked him to do something insane. “Stand up! Get the hell over here!” When there was still no movement from him, Michael reached forward, hauling Gavin to his feet and yanking him out of the circle. Sure enough, grass sprouted up beneath the lad’s feet, extending the circle and connecting it to wherever he stepped. “Holy shit… Gavin! Look!”

Gavin had thought that Michael was angry at him, scolding him, but the tone of his voice was nothing but excited. Thrilled, even. He followed Michael’s gaze down to his feet, but he wasn’t quick enough to put the pieces together like the other had. “This happened to me back in the forest too! I don’t know what’s going on!”

“You’ve found your magic, that’s what’s going on!” Michael was practically screaming, bouncing on the balls of his feet and looking at Gavin with a big beaming grin. “You can make stuff grow! That’s incredible!”

That made things click for Gavin, finally, and his grin ended up matching Michael’s. “I can make stuff grow!” Geoff was going to be blown away, everyone was. He wondered if Michael would be okay with them going back to the city immediately, they’d be able to get there by morning thanks to his abilities. “Fiona was right!”

The other bristled immediately, his grin turning to a frown in a fraction of a second. “Fiona was… Right?” She’d told Gavin that his magic was being stupid, that his special ability was being an idiot. This certainly wasn’t that, not by a long shot. “Gavin, this isn’t stupid. This is awesome! Fiona wasn’t right.”

“What? What are you on about? No, she… She said I was made for something better than what everyone else thought. And she was right! Oh, and she’s had such shit luck getting flowers to grow at her place too, no wonder!” Gavin threw his arms around Michael’s neck, wrapping him in a tight hug that was fueled by nothing but pure glee, and he could only hug him back just as tight. “We have to get back there, immediately. Everyone is going to be so jealous, Michael-boi.”

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Some proper rest would’ve been a great benefit to them both, but Gavin had insisted that they return to the city as quickly as possible. The moving ground beneath their feet made it a relatively quick task, and Michael had managed to find a well-worn trail that made it even easier. They were back in the city by sunrise, and while the excitement had died down in Michael to give way to sleepiness, Gavin was no less giddy. Probably because he’d climbed on Michael’s back at one point and managed a small nap. Lucky bastard, Michael had thought to himself when he’d heard the soft snoring in his ear, but he hadn’t woken him up.

“Michael. Stop here, Michael,” Gavin urged, nearly losing his balance as the dirt beneath him ground to a halt suddenly. They were just outside the city, inside the same bushes that Geoff had attempted to sneak out of a few days prior, hidden from view as residents began to leave their houses to begin their tasks for the day. “I’m gonna get on your back-“

“You’re not taking another fucking nap,” Michael interjected, and the other huffed and waved him off.

“No! I’m gonna get on your back so I can do a grand reveal, you dolt. The flowers appear when I step, and if I step too soon the surprise will be ruined!”

“Hey, assholes!” Jeremy’s voice boomed across the city center, no doubt hearing the commotion, and Gavin quickly began to scramble onto Michael’s back.

“Ow! Watch it, you’re gonna knock off my glasses! Stop!” Michael huffed, swatting at Gavin’s hands as they reached for purchase anywhere they could. He stepped out of the bushes once he was settled, looking annoyed while the lad on his back was nothing but gleeful. “Hey, Lil J! I rescued our favorite dumbass. You’re welcome.”

Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh as Gavin let out a little ‘hello!’ and waved, though he was curious about why the other was on Michael’s back. It wasn’t unlike Gavin to demand piggy-back rides. Though normally once Jeremy was in view, he made it his mission to climb onto his shoulders instead. “Gav, are you hurt? What’s going on?” He stepped up with caution, ready to call for help if needed. Injuries weren’t uncommon, but if Gavin needed to be carried, it must’ve been serious.

“No, the asshole’s not hurt. Not yet, at least. He’s just got a surprise for you,” Michael assured, rolling his eyes. “For everyone, actually. Do me a favor and ring the bell? They’re gonna want to be here for this.”

An eyebrow shot up, but Jeremy was quick to comply with the request. He crossed the city center, grabbing the rope and pulling it once, twice, three times to signal that it was a meeting of utmost importance, but not one that brought bad news. When the bell rang three times, it meant that there were good things to come.

Soon, all of the residents of the city were there, eagerly awaiting to learn the reason for this meeting. Very rarely did the bell ring thrice, and there were hushed whispers and guesses of what was to come. They all fell silent when Michael, with Gavin still on his back, stepped forward.

“I’ve found my magic,” Gavin announced, savoring the look on everyone’s faces as they processed that announcement. Particularly Geoff’s, whose face was twisted into one of apologetic guilt. A sense of satisfaction bubbled up inside of him at that. And of course Fiona was delighted, jumping up and down and pumping her fists, shouting ‘I knew it!’ before she even knew what Gavin’s magic was. It didn’t matter to her. Alfredo and Trevor were also excited, but only because their beloved Dusk Boy had finally joined their ranks, though Jack and Matt simply looked skeptical. He couldn’t blame them, really. Why now? Why did it take so long for him to find it? Those were the questions behind their eyes, and Gavin wished that he had answers for them.

When he felt like he’d let the suspense hang in there air for long enough, he stepped down. For a moment, nothing happened. Matt was about to open his mouth to complain about being dragged out of bed for a grand display of nothing. And then, all at once, a beautiful display of lush grass and flowers appeared at his feet. The more he focused on it, the bigger it grew and the more beautiful it became. No longer was it simply wildflowers, either. In the hours of their journey, he realized he could control the types of flowers that grew. He opted for sunflowers this time. Everyone knew that they were his favorite. It was proof that the magic was his, and not anyone else’s pretending to be his.

The reactions were mixed, and Gavin deflated a little as several people seemed unimpressed and walked off to return to their duties. It wasn’t the most spectacular power in the world, he knew that, but it was his and he liked it. That was what mattered to him. There wasn’t much time for him to mope though, as Fiona quickly rushed him, wrapping him in a hug and lifting him off his feet.

“Gavin!” she shouted, stepping back to inspect the flowers closer. She plucked a few blades of grass, feeling them between her fingers. After a few seconds, she gasped, her eyes lighting up. “You can help me grow flowers at my place!”

Gavin laughed, nodding quickly and beaming at her. He could always trust her to cheer him up. “I can, yeah. No wonder you’ve not been able to grow anything.”

“Yeah, cause you stole my green thumb! That’s hardly my fault.”

“Oh, I dunno about that. You should’ve been keeping a closer eye on it.”

They bickered back and forth, Michael watching with a tired but fond smile, until Fiona decided that she’d had enough and thumped Gavin on the side of the head before racing off. The lad was too exhausted to follow, so he just stepped over to Michael, the foliage underfoot following him as he went. Everyone else came up to congratulate him in time, Geoff doing that and apologizing for the harshness of his words in one awkward convoluted mess that Michael wasn’t even sure was an apology, but Gavin understood what the gent was trying to say. He’d learned to decode Geoff Speak over the years.

Still, the person whose opinion Gavin valued the most was Michael’s, and once the excitement had died down and they’d retreated to their homes to rest, Michael stopped by to give it.

“I’m real proud of you, Gav,” he said, making himself comfortable on the bed next to the lad without a second thought.

“Proud of me?” he asked, snatching his blankets back from the lad as he tried to steal them. Michael always did this to him.

“Yeah. Proud of you. For putting up with the bullshit and finding your magic. Even if it was a total accident.” Michael snorted out a soft laugh and smiled, crossing his arms beneath his head and looking over at the other. “You just lucked into it, just like you lucked into everything else.”

“Including you?” Gavin arched an eyebrow as he met the other’s gaze, desperately wanting to wipe that smug look off his face.”

“Especially me, are you kidding?” That comment earned him a gentle smack to the chest, a kiss to the cheek, and a mutter of ‘I’m going to make a tree grow through your damn house.’

To everyone else, their relationship was indiscernible at best. But Michael and Gavin knew exactly what they were to each other, they didn’t need anyone else in their business about it. They were partners. Not just in life and love, but in their magic as well. As he learned how to hone and control his abilities, Gavin would decorate the city and beautify the buildings that Michael had created. And once he had mastered his skills, Michael began to create buildings specifically for Gavin to embellish. Dirt roofs became his signature style, the gravity-defying feature held together by the roots of the flowers that Gavin planted into them. The city had never looked better, and even those who were initially unimpressed by Gavin’s abilities had to admit that it was perfectly suited to him. He took great pride in rubbing it in their faces.

Gavin was happy to not be a member of the mundane anymore. His spirits were higher, and he felt more useful to the city. His abilities, with more practice, extended beyond flowers and grass and into fruit and vegetable plants. The magic that Gavin held could sustain them all.

But Gavin had always held magic within him, in Michael’s eyes. He had never been mundane. That gleam in his eye when he got another crazy idea to cause chaos was nothing if not supernatural, and his ability to find the fun in even the most boring of situations had proven to be valuable time and time again. It just hadn’t been the form of magic that Gavin had always desired, so he never took note of it despite it always being there. Michael was just glad he could finally see it in himself too.

#ragehappy #rpf #mavin #oneshot #magic au #secret sunshine #secret sunshine event #fic #my fic #my writing #everamazingfe

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mclov3ly · 3 years

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i’d love to hear about the halloween lore!! your art is so gorgeous!

ty sm!!! sorry for such a late response, I got caught up in school

Matt got cursed by a huntress and is part dragon. He hoards little trinkets, and breathes little fire puffs. Most of the time he looks like a normal human. As power grows with the cycle of the curse, his appearance changes. The claws first, then tail and then wings before full transformation

Geoff was turned centuries ago, he's forgotten the exact date, became friends with Burnie along the way- another vampire

Trevor made a deal with a demon for funsies, lost his soul and sauntered down into hell to get it back only to Not get it back and end up being chased out by hellhounds

Lindsay just found a book of magic in the library looking for manga and it came to her really easily, but she doesnt use it for good or evil just chaos

Larry is also a wizard, but in the sense of he studied magic under someone for a while and upon meeting Lindsay who definitely didn't do that was dumbfounded at her ability to just make shit up

Alfredo is self labelled a Fallen angel and gets his powers by eating lost souls, provided courtesy of Treh

Michael was killed and brought back to life by Lindsay. The killing was a complete accident and happened while Lindsay was creating Gavin

Lindsay made Gav as an experiment with the dead and magic

Jack vibes in the water with Fiona, swamp monster. Jack has just kinda vibed for awhile and watched the world burn and then found this mermaid fucking shit up and decided to adopt her

Trevor captures the souls of the damned to bring to Alfredo to restore his power because while Trevor casually fell, fredo is plummeting.

As fredo's power diminishes, his wings start falling apart and he loses his powers. Matt Hullum is also a Fallen angel, but he's lost so much of his grace that when fredo sees Matt H it terrifies him that an angel could fall so far

Jeremy will turn full wolf and steal Gav's limbs and just run off with them

Michael makes jokes about his wife killing him All The Time, but mostly plays them off saying she gave him some pretty sick looking eyes so it's all good

Geoff has a favorite blood type but if you ask him it changes everytime, no one knows if this is part of the joke

Trevor forgot to duck through a doorway and busted one of his horns, he likes to say he lost it in The War though

#it rambled into hcs at the end rather than how everyone became what they are bc some are self explanatory #achievement hunter #spooky creatures au #tagging:#ragehappy #as a precaution #rtah #robin talks #anonymous

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andromedasummer · 2 years

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well, because you enjoy it, here's another one!

gavin undoubtedly has the most iconic quotes, quips, and -isms out of anyone, and his impact in the company + community is huge. however, despite that, i never really found him to be the funniest member of AH. "overrated" isn't exactly the word i'd use to describe my view of him, though. i guess the best way i can describe it is this:

gavin may make me laugh the most in content, but jack, matt, and michael have made me laugh the hardest.

for the most part, i tend to gravitate towards members of the AH crew who are less appreciated than others. the exception to this is another fan-favorite: micheal. he was my original favorite when i first started watching AH thanks to his rage quit series. over the years, micheal has never really moved from that spot; instead, jack joined my favorites list alongside micheal after i casually learned to like jack more. this is an unpopular opinion inside of my first opinion (lol) but even when jack was much more grumpy in really old content, i still found him really funny. when he said "do you have a letter from your mom in here, too?" referring to gavin's trophy room of victory in minecraft? absolute icon behavior. no one can do it like him.

oh my god, i got sidetracked. uh oh!

so yeah! i tend to remember jack and matt's quick-witted comebacks and comments, plus micheal's assholery (affectionate) and tough love more than something the silly little brit said, even though he makes me laugh like the others do. thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

up next (if you're okay with me going off like this): a similar essay on why i never found ryan that funny. this one will have way more salt and vinegar from me lmfao

holy shit erlande you are me. like Michael has ALWAYS been the funniest to me ever since 2012 when i was like 12/13 and its like his humour just so happened to align with me as i grew up and continued to be funny. And i love gavin hes so fucking funny but he is ESPECIALLY funny to me when hes with other people because hes more of a react to other peoples actions humour/make humour for people to play off and react than a boom single joke/bit to make a person laugh funny guy. and its perfect because this mix of humour styles and ways of setting up ajd making jokes means theyre always playing off of each other and appeal to many people who prefer specific jokes, like how you and i like michaels humour.

for me trevor and alfredo and their almost tumblr-eqsue way of saying weird shit either together or on their own is like my favourite thing which is why i LOVE red web and when they start to back and forth in the crosstalk of lets plays.

i'll also admit i didn't apprecuate jack as much when i was 12-15 because i found stuff that was more blatantly meant to be funny more humourus and subtle stuff or comments didnt get me as much. these days i actively miss jack in lets plays because i find the bits he does like the barrel/jester stuff in ttt or convos with little j make me happy! which is also why come 2017 when i was outta high school i started to appreciate matts humour SO much more and he became full on my favourite of the bunch.

i am so excited for this up next honestly you or anyone are free to talk about AH in my inbox bcos they are legitimately my longest special interest and i have so much to say on them

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staranon95 · 3 years

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a return to basics

a red hood au drabble

Michael has always thought of Geoff as like a dad. He did have those tendencies to pick up plucky youths off the street and pseudo adopt him. Hell, Geoff picked up Gavin when he was fifteen. He had a habit of picking up those who needed a little help. And also those with skills he thought he could make use of for his then fledgling crime empire. Geoff isn’t the most altruistic of people. There are things that he wants. But since his retirement, Geoff has been taking it easy. He’s been enjoying the limelight of being a socialite in the eyes of Los Santos’s high society. He likes making surprise donations to charities and people in need.

Michael likes the guy. He really does. He took this angry twenty-year old, street smart, smartass and taught him patience. Taught him how to put his skills to good use and make something out of himself. Michael has a lot of respect for Geoff, so it feels like a bit of a kick in the teeth when they need to call Geoff (and by association Jack) down from his retirement house up in the Vinewood hills to address the current situation about Alfredo. Red. Whatever.

They meet up at the Jones’ house as it’s one of the more secure locations and the new safehouse is still being fixed up with all the trimmings. Geoff sweeps in with all the fanfare of a man in his late forties who’s fully comfortable in how much money he has and enjoying early retirement.

“Ey-oh,” is how Geoff introduces himself, hands firmly in his pants pockets, wearing a blazer jacket that doesn’t fit with his jeans and sneakers, but he’s rich. He can do whatever the fuck he wants.

“Geoff,” Lindsay says. “You’re early.”

“You would not believe the traffic from Vinewood,” he says. “It’s an absolute mess.”

“Like you were the one driving,” Jack says, coming in from behind him and immediately moving for the one large recliner in the living room. “So where are the others?”

“They’ll be here soon,” Michael says. “Trevor’s just going to pick up Gavin.”

“Oh, right, Gavin,” Geoff says, perching on one of the armrests of the recliner. “How is bird boy doing?”

“Not fucking great, Geoff. Not fucking great.”

Geoff only hums and Michael can’t blame him for his apparent apathy. Alfredo’s death is what started pushing Geoff into considering retirement and washing his hands of the whole crime empire thing. When it hits you that close to home, anyone would consider leaving the life, and Geoff did for the most part.

The others arrive within the hour and only Fiona is unaccounted for. Michael pulls out his phone to fire off a text in her direction, but he trusts her. She’s probably caught up in one of her personal jobs, and the crew gets it. Most people have a side gig going on, and seeing as she was brought onto the crew in a post-Alfredo time, this doesn’t actually concern her all that much.

But still. It’s odd that she’s not here. Especially considering how close she is with Jack.

“So,” Geoff says. “Someone want to give me the rundown of skeletons coming out from the closets?”

“Oh my god,” Lindsay mutters, and Michael puts a hand on their shoulder. Geoff has never been known for his tact.

So they start from the beginning. The man-formerly-known-as-Alfredo entering their lives and causing general mischief. Ruining jobs, exposing the raid on the penthouse, and being a nuisance.

“Okay, so that’s that, I suppose,” Geoff says, then he turns expectantly towards Gavin.

Michael hasn’t had time to talk to Gavin since he came back from his excursion throughout the city. A quiet Gavin is never a good Gavin.

“Gavin,” Jack says.

Gavin brings his eyes up from the floor. “I found him,” he says. “He . . . Red was having a talk with someone else. A woman who’s called Violet. They were saying something about Prism. The head of their group Spectrum, I guess? Violet was trying to blame Red for tipping us off about the raid on the penthouse.”

“So that means he’s trying to watch out for us,” Trevor says, and Michael shakes his head. Poor, dumb, optimistic Trevor.

“We can’t read into that,” Michael says. “Like, I get it. We all want Alfredo back. But this guy . . . we can’t see him as Alfredo. Because he isn’t. And based on what Gavin is saying, he doesn’t want to be Alfredo either. We don’t know what his motives are.”

Geoff nods along. “We never encountered anyone involved with Spectrum or Prism before. For now, I suggest we all start looking into it. Keeping low profiles. No more big jobs until we can put some pieces together. Spread out the investments in case they try to freeze our assets. If Red is working with them, we need to clean out all our hold safehouses and pick out new ones. We are starting from scratch, okay?”

Ah. Michael’s missed this. Geoff’s no-jokes attitude to set everyone right.

With the meeting concluded (mostly), Michael stands to approach Gavin. “Hey, boy,” he says softly.

Gavin drags his eyes up to him and Michael can see how exhausted he is.

Off to the side, he can hear Jack’s phone ringing.

“You ever feel like we’re living some comic book life?” Gavin says. “I mean. You and I fought a guy in a duck mask for Christ’s sake.”

“It does feel pretty stupid.”

“And now we have this whole rainbow thing?”

“Fiona, hey, what’s up?”

“I get it,” Michael says. “But if you’re going off chasing it for the pot of gold, just hit me up. You know I’m always down for a good time.”

“Right, okay. I’ll be right there.”

Michael turns to see Jack getting to her feet. “Where you headed?”

“Fiona called,” she says. “She didn’t have a lot to say, but I need to head out.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Geoff says as she retreats. He slides into the empty recliner. “I’ll get myself home somehow.”

“You usually do,” Jack says before she steps out of the house.

“So,” Michael says, turning back to Gavin. “You got anything to share with the class about your epic nighttime journey?”

Gavin whines and stretches out on the couch, uncaring as he splays himself over Trevor and Matt. “Why can’t life be simple?”

“Because you decided to follow Geoff into crime,” Michael says.

“You made your bed. Now you gotta lie in it,” Lindsay says.

“Spill the details, boy. What did Red say exactly?”

#star speaks #star writes #fake ah crew #red hood au #fahc #guess who's back finally lmao

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genius11rare · 3 years

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Chit Chat 72821 AH 13 year anniversary

Chit Chat 13 year anniversary stream 72821 with Jack Michael Jeremy and voices of Geoff , lindsay , sudden matt and Ky

Jack: welcome to our birthday stream , sponsored by expressvpn if you don't have a vpn why don't yo- and i already lost all my frames…. Its our 13th bday we are no long preteens we are teens (someone , i assume michael uses airhorn sfx) Jack: hang on i got one (sarah no sfx x7) , we also got voices of geoff , alfredo is here , weve got Ky Deafened (jeremy wheezzes) and lindsay possibly and see trevor too… ok lindblad im switchin to firefox this is broken. Geoff: earlier we had our company wide All Hands meeting talking about whats going on… i don't expect you guys to go (jeremy uh oh) but i go cuz i care , trevor gave a speech about AH history and it was great , better than i couldve done so thanks trevor. Michael: wish i had boos and Hisses on my soundboard but i don't. Jack: todays also my wifes birthday so… im actually not supposed to be here today so *laughs* thanks to everyone whos supported over the last 13 years… Ky qwasnt even born yet (Michael: and she already made that joke) i know i said that in hope to get her to respond but shes deafeand. Michael: but that's how Deafen works… Jeremy: no shes like a jedi she would feel the joke. GeoffL di you get your internet fixed this week which then broke it 2 more times (jack: no , sounds like you tho) oh i guess that's just me then. Jack: geoff you hit record? Geoff: you know i didn't! *showing lucky 13 merch , at a poker table* Jack: so now that were 13 we can gamble. Geoff: 13 is legal gambling age in some counties of west virginia and mississippi Jeremy: and we should ALL model ourselves after those 2 states. Jack: the beacons of america. Michael: if you can see over the poker table you can play Jeremy: well guess im out Geoff: hes 5’4! Lindsay: are we sure about that? GeoffL some of us are , some of us have never not been sure . *moves onto Camp Betrayal* Geoff: out of curiosity who were your fave non AH on that shoot Alfrdo: ooohh calen (i think?) was a lot of fun but Noel surprised me the most. Michael: Kayla was fun cuz it was 3 overnite shoots so we actually somewhat hiung out… also charlotte (jack jeremy and lindsay: yeah charlotte was cool) Jeremy: is this a camp betrayal thing or a face jam thing , everytime i see someone post a pic of Eric everyone in the comments tell him to eat dirt. Michael: its camp betrayal Geoff: speaking of eating dirt were you ever the kids that ate worms for like a trick or to be brave (jack michael and jeremy: no) i wasn't either but… i feel like Matt Bragg probably did Matt: hey you're wrong *lindblad switches to a zoomed in photo of matt from the earlier lucky 13 merch drop shoot , starts shaking camera as he talks a bit* Jeremy: nice lindblad Matt: -et fucked geoff ! “are AH crew fans of cake or pie for bday?” Jack: who eats birthday PIE?!?! Ky: im just gonna step in , what about Ice cream cake (paraphrasing)... Geoff: …. I had cotton candy for dinner last night… whole kerfuffle getting it at HEB , grabbed it and the whole display fell on my head “Whose standup in austin have you seen and whos fave?” Jack: i havent seen stand up in a long time… last time i saw a routine of some kind was Penn n Teller in vegas 4 or 5 years ago. GeoffL i just saw Tom Seguarra (idk how to spell) in vegas a bit ago , and he moved to austin recently… *moves on to Season Pass* Geoff: talked about how i lost millie at that park once… tune in to find out if i found her. Michael: oh replaced her like Avril Lavigne? Geoff: yeah an almos identical millie… doesnt sound the same when she sings but its close….. Michael: and that's the one question… “Phoenix Edit: what has been proudest moment at AH?” JAck: doing any live show like selling out chicago… Michael: just hanging on i mean… Ky ill jump in (jack: whats your proudest moment at AH) you mean for the last month you mean? (Michael: yeah you have it alot easier) id say representing AH in last laugh season 2 Jack: you got knocked out like immediately though Geoff: can i give a sappy geoff answer? Its the day i invited you guys to my GFs house and we went swimming (michael: oh that was cool - i wasn't there) it was basically a perfect day , everybody - well almost everybody that mattered was there (michael laughs) and THAT day was when i told Jack and Trevor i was leaving AH . those conversations were really hard to have .. and i ws so comforted by how.... Oh idk *sigh* i just - i - i just how good a hands i felt it was in and you guys seemed so ready, and i knew it was going to continue and grow without me… sorry im getting so emotional in my old age, i yelled to much when i was younger. Michael: its weird to geoff cuz i couldnt make it and you went “oh no big deal, nothings going on anyway” and then trevor told me after wards geoffs leaving , and trevor kept saying “ive been waiting for this day ive ben waiting for this day” Geoff: he hi5 me before i even got it out of my mouth….. He fist bumped himself it was weird… Trevor: yeah did that and said “God took ya long enough” *cue airhorns and sarah nos* Jeremy:… alright let's play golf Jack: thanks for showing support from our live shows to our.. Our… idk the shows weve done *laughs* Geoff: GET IT OUT CMON! (Lindsay: GDI *jeremy and matt laughing* ) Jesus Christ! Jack: i had weird place , hardcore minigolf i got all them stuck in my head and couldnt get out the door

#chit chat #notes #text #ah #achievement hunter #anniversary #13 anniversary #july 2021 #idk what else to tag #for later #geoff ramsey #livestream #my notes #gen notes

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vagrantblvrd · 4 years

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so i started watching The Old Guard because of your posts and mashes so well with the Immortal!FAHC so i was wondering, what are your thoughts on that, like who is the oldest, which era is each member of the crew from, how did they die the first time, and so on :3

Yesssss. >:D

But, no I hope you liked it, friend!

The first time I watched I was thinking that too!

As to Immortal!FAHC I have many thoughts on it from before watching this movie.

I’m also no good at history, and get my eras mixed up? (Like oh my God I had that intense focus thing going on as a kid for a while for WWII warplanes after watching Memphis Belle with my dad, but aside from that, yeah???)

(All of this is to say please excuse inaccuracies as most of what I know is from media and Wikipedia. Also, some of these are more well thought out than others, so pls to keep that in mind.)

Presented in no particular order:

My favorite take on it though has Gavin as the oldest, right? (Pretends he isn’t, but the others find out over time because he stops trying to hide it when he realizes it’s not an issue with them the way it’s been with other immortals he’s run across for whatever reason.)

Born during the Bronze Age and the person he was back then was just awful, horrible little asshole without redeeming qualities to speak of whatsoever.

Came from a wealthy/important family which is something that’s people can still tell to this day even if he’s not a bastard about it anymore.

He died alone and unloved (no reason to love the person he was back then, something he freely admits to anyone asking who wants the real answer) to thieves/bandits or some wasting illness, idk.

From there he learns how not to be a complete piece of shit and honestly, it takes him a long goddamned time.

Lifetimes, really. (Not his, of course, but as time goes and all that.)

Watching and learning from the people around him from the poor farmers and so on who take pity on this dirty traveler on the verge of starving to death to emperors and kings and queens and other puffed up royalty and such.

Favored Italy and England enough that he’s woven both into the Golden Boy’s persona with the accent and references to this grandfather of his that he makes to people who don’t know he’s an immortal.

(Definitely has ties to the mafia, if not served as the head of the Italian mafia for a time, making a comeback as a long-lost/bastard descendant recently discovered with a remarkable likeness to a former mafia head who’s since moved to Los Santos, because of course he did.)

To be fair, he’s still learning with the Fakes, found family and all, and he’s the happiest he can remember being? (Because sappy feels and the whatnot.)

Jack I picture as a viking, because the beard and uh, not much else reason for that line of thinking.

Just this great warrior/peacemaker among his people who dies in battle. (Possibly betrayed because jealous fellow viking at how well-liked and respected Jack is and so on.)

He’s “mellowed” over time, likes to play friendly and affable and so on, will let himself be insulted if it serves the crew’s interests and such? But oh, wow, watch out when he’s angry? (Especially if it’s due to someone hurting someone he cares about.)

Ryan I see as medieval times with the whole kings and queens and knights. (Possibly due to the influence of Kings AU???)

Noble born and served as a knight before being killed in battle or spot of ~intrigue by a political rival/enemy.

Totally got his revenge before realizing the kind of trouble he’d be in if he tried to reclaim his life - unnatural and all - and ended up living a nomadic lifestyle after that. (A vagabond, if you will, because that never not stops being funny to me.)

He gets tangled up with thieves and the like for a while, did some murder for hire that’s been his main career path ever since.

(And okay, if one of the thieves he worked with for a while was this skinny bastard with a big nose and the most ridiculous questions that’s possibly a thing that happened, because reasons. And Freewood.)

Michael I see coming in around the Revolutionary War?

Family moved to the colonies when he was a kid and so on. Signing on to fight against the British and dying in a battle against them, still remembers what it felt like bleeding out in the mud. Has nightmares about it sometimes.

There used to be this whole Thing about it when he met Gavin whenever he leans hard on the British bit that gets even more involved after Jeremy joins the crew.

(Also, also. If Michael and Jeremy collude together against that British asshole, well. That’s a thing that happens. Along with smooches, because none of your goddamned business about that, okay?)

Jeremy comes in during the whole cowboy era, because of the Rimmy Tim getup and I think it’s hilarious as hell.

Originally from Boston (hence the dumb running joke with Gavin and Michael)and moved to the ~wild west as a kid because Adventure and then shenanigans?

Died in a train heist gone horribly wrong and just. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but since he mentioned once it has something to do with his fear of heights, just.

Yikes, you know?

Also, also, the whole bit about cars becoming a thing just before he died (I’m trying not to make a joke about it being of dysentery on a certain trail, but it’s so hard), which is part of why he’s got a Thing about cars now.

(Vroom-vroom fast and that armada of his.)

Trevor, okay, Trevor.

Based pretty much on what his GTA V character used to wear and Trevor himself makes me think of Prohibition-era gangster along with Alfredo?

He and Alfredo started out as street kids in Chicago and the fastest/easiest way to make money for kids like them involved the mob and it was just.

A thing that happened? The two of them coming up in the ranks and BFFs (possibly something more, who can say???) before getting gunned down by rivals one day.

Would have woken up together if the morgue hadn’t fucked up so they went a few years thinking the other had died before accidentally running into one another again, because reasons.

They’ve been together ever since, a pain in Geoff’s ass before he managed to get them to sign on with the crew.

(Trevor kept the fashion sense he had from back then, because of course he did. Doesn’t always dress like he used to, but sometimes he gets the urge and Alfredo laughs at him for it, but he never says a word against it because Trevor looks good like that, you know?)

Speaking of Geoff?

Born around the time Trevor and Fredo were running from Elliott Ness and his Untouchables.

Lied about his age to join the Army and served overseas in the European theater in WWII. Infantry, saw his share of battles that took the shine out of things (what there was to the stupid he kid he was) really damn fast.

Actually survived through the end of the war and made his way back to the US, did some odd jobs here and there for a while as he tried to figure things out.

Listened to the wrong friend (or right one?) and ended up working for some criminal-types, got dragged into the life before he knew it.

Managed to stay alive, learning the ins and outs of being a criminal and all that up until his luck ran out and he ran afoul of some corrupt cops.

Woke up in a ditch somewhere coughing up bullets and freaked out as hell - anyone would be - and then, uh.

Kind of kept going?

Figured shit out as he went, and ran into Jack sometime in the fifties, sixties? Whenever and it was them for the longest damn time before Geoff got the idea to set up in Los Santos for a bit, see how that worked out for them.

(Regret. So much regret because look at all the assholes fucking up his life after that, you know? Really, Jack, stop laughing at him because you’re part of the problem, jackass.)

Lindsay I see as being either relatively young - died in the 80s, 90s? - or as old as if not older than Gavin, depending on the day? (My day??? Idk, I love both a hell of a lot.)

Died in a bank robbery when the asshole responsible for setting the charges to get into the vault miscalculated how much explosives were needed and it was just.

Messy.

Super, super messy.

Fiona is absolutely the youngest, someone Gavin ran into in Europe when he pulled the thing about being his own descendant.

Met her in Paris on his way to the US when she got so goddamned angry at him for accusing her of picking his pocket (a thing she totally did, btw), but she cased such a scene she managed to escape before the cops or Gavin could do anything about it.

She dies in Liberty City working for some assholes who never deserved her, and Gavin happens to be there when she makes the mistake of picking pockets to get enough money to get the hell out of the city before anyone realizes she’s not as dead as she could be?

Terrible disguise of baseball hat, big sunglasses and a scarf over her face, but her response at being caught out as a thief is too similar for Gavin not to realize it’s her.

And then, you know.

He mentions this crew out in Los Santos that would be interested in someone like her? Not as a pickpocket because she’s clearly awful at it - “Hey!” - but they’ve chatted a bit and she mentioned something about sniping - or maybe just perked up when he brought it up.

(Visiting a sniper he used to work with and so on.)

Anyway, why not look them up if she’s ever in Los Santos?

And then she does, of course, and then shenanigans???

Also, also, some of them definitely crossed paths over the years. Ran into one another and are all, “Oh, this asshole again,” maybe work together for a while before going their own ways

They all have this story about meeting Gavin for the first time that no one, no one puts together for the longest damn time.

Like.

How the hell could Jack have met Gavin back when he was being a viking when Gavin claims he died in the 60s?

(Claimed to know the Beatles personally, because of course he did.)

Ryan and that thief he met that one time, got all these FEELS for him that had them being partners in crime for a long, long time before circumstanced forced them apart.

...And then met him again a century or so later and on opposite sides before Gavin did a heroic “sacrifice” to save him at the expense of his current cover. Like, they totally picked up where they left off afterward, because not that stupid? But they got maybe fifteen, twenty years after that together before they were forced apart by circumstances again.

Pattern repeats for a long goddamned time before they happen to meet up again around the time Geoff and Jack get to Los Santos and so far their luck seems to be holding steady. (I just. Man, I love the idea of them being the kind of assholes who are stupid in love with one another but the universe at large is like, lol and tosses a wrench into the works every once in a while for the hell of it and them eventually finding one another again. Because DELICIOUS ANGST.)

Or Michael when he was marching to the next battle and some asshole asking him the stupidest question imaginable next to him? (British accent, sure, but he wasn’t the only one on their side with one, so yes.)

Jeremy and that one Pinkerton agent that one time???

Lindsay and that asshole working for a rival gang who didn’t kill her even though he could have? (When she asks sometime after joining the Fakes he’s just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ even though he didn’t like the asshole he was working for at the time and actually engineered the bastard’s death, but yeah, sure, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ .

Fiona, well.

Everyone knows that story because she’s like “YOU MOTHERFUCKER,” when she sees him at the penthouse the first time he strolls through the door after she joins the crew.

And just.

Yes.

They put the pieces together at some point and are like son of a bitch because they figured Gavin’s story about being a beatnik or whatever he said he was when he died was the truth?

And Gavin’s like, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because technically it wasn’t a lie.

He was a beatnik when he died in the 60s, it’s just that that wasn’t the first time he died.

Eventually he tells them about it in bits and pieces, because they don’t push, demand an explanation. (God knows they’ve all got their secrets and reasons for them and such.)

He tells them because he trusts them and they prove he’s right to by not betraying his trust in them and I’m just, like. Full of FEELS right now, so yes.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALSO.

Bonus?

But I seriously love the idea of Meg being the inspiration behind the Morrigan.

Just.

Yes.

And if she happens to meet Ryan and Gavin while those two idiots are thieving their way across Europe sometime? That’s definitely a thing that happened.

Also, also, you know she checks up on them in Los Santos from time to time, because old friends (possibly more?) and gets along with Lindsay and Fiona like a house on fire.

Sometimes literally, the three of them >:DDDDDDDD while Geoff’s back at the penthouse shut up in his room because no, no, do not tell him how much of his city’s on fire, Trevor, no.

Idk whether I like former Roman soldier Dan or medieval knight Dan, but whichever one it is he and Gavin go way, way back and they delight in shenanigating about almost as much as Meg and her terrors do in that Geoff is very much :(((((((((((((((((((((((((( when they get together because some part of the city is guaranteed to be on fire at any given point.

#ragehappy #freewood #jackeoff #alfreyco #jeremichael #immortal!FAHC au #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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spookyboogie3 · 4 years

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MY FAVORITE AH MOMENTS W/O R*an H*yw**d

Also keep in mind some of these moments i picked Bitch Face r*an may have been present for but this aint about his stupid ass.

The straw bit on Off Topic

Fiona and Trevor’s “Look at us” “Look at us” “Look at us” in TTT

Drunk Jeremy inhaling helium, followed by Jack and Trevor on Off Topic

“Krusty KrAYAYAB!!!” TTT

Jeremy trying to slam his face through a table, followed by Michael doing the same thing

“my god…… the munchdew” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Minecraft: Skyfactory

Actually all of Simple Farmer Geoff from Skyfactory

Whatever those sounds were that Jack was making in the beginning of GTA video

Alfredo screaming as he continues to fall down a steep tube in a GTA race

DESTROYING THEIR OFFICE DEAR LORD

“How did he drown though?” “UNDERWATER, MATT!”

Anytime Fiona starts to RAGE in TTT (bonus if others join in)

The time Gav was the phantom in TTT and he kept dying and being brought back and Jack spitting water and then trying to catch it

Alfredo’s Magoo moments in Minecraft

Geoff laughing in the background of a video hes not in

Lindsay fucking around with Chef Mike on Harecore Minigolf

Lindsay fucking around in general

Gavin and Fiona playing Animal Crossing and laughing at the stupidest shit

The Fish Tempura incident on Wheel of Fortune

Lindsay’s reasoning for why her and Michael should have 4 kids

Geoff’s fucking ad reads (my favorite is 23&Me)

The whole thing during Push the Button where everyone especially Michael gets mad at Fiona because she said the best candy to get while trick or treating was lollipops

Matt’s fucking desk in the corner of the room

Anytime Millie is in a video

Everyone falling off the pink ladder during TTT and dying repeatedly because of it

Alfredo “the two-time champ” Diaz dying very early in YDYD 3

Gavin and Michael fucking up almost every game they play on Play Pals

RAY OR NO and then RAY OR NAY on Off Topic

Reddit Roasts Geoff

Gavin asking if someone could kill 20 cows with their bare hands and the proceeding so say he could rip out a cow’s veins by reaching into its neck

Ify’s narration during Let’s Roll Ave Caesar

The internet losing its shit when Jeremy shaved his head years ago

“We need a knife” Gavin comes back with a hammer

Griffin chain sawing the Off Topic table up

“How do I put the boat in the water??” “Right click you animal”

As of 2020, 8 years of playing Minecraft, certain people still do not know how to play the basics of this fucking game.

Honestly it took over 200 episodes for some of them to figure out how the compass worked. You know after they decided that the sun was setting in the wrong direction. (this was in 2016??)

Flynt coal still is a joke they make

So is Day 2

Whatever happened in that GTA lets play where someone called a mugger or a hit on someone and the game glitched and 50 guys showed up and lined up on the street below from where they were playing

Anytime Gavin gets mugged, it’s an old running gag but it’s a classic

The time a mugger fucking started driving the fire truck away after mugging Gavin with Michael and Jeremy still in the truck thinking the other is driving and it takes them like 2 minutes to realize what happened while Gavin’s yelling “come back”

They got a water jug and immediately started water boarding each other

“It pinged and went dingle”

“Hey Trey-Boi” “Hey Gay-Boi” Immediately realizes what he has said

Jeremy’s website puns

(OLD) Ray jerking off in the corner during a let’s play

(OLD) the world in Minecraft never loading and everyone screaming about as Geoff says its fine for him

Jeremy’s “I AM MONSTER TRUCK”

Jack taking AH to Disney……in Minecraft

On Twitter, Gavin asked about recommendations for a computer mouse and Fiona starts sending him pictures of actual mice.

“Its not ghey, if its on the moon”

Literally anything Fiona does as Po

Jeremy saying the heterosexual flag is boring

UNO THE MOVIE!

Geoff fucking cackling the whole time.

“here’s looking at you kid”

the video was almost 3 hours long

“you know what my favorite color is? blue” “oh really? You know what my favorite hand is? Yours

They all want it to end but no one wants to lose and so they fuck each other and that prolongs the game. Also they put on more rules, so they just keep getting more cards if they don’t have a card to match the previous

Alfredo saying he won’t participate in ghost hunter because he knows what happens to people of color in horror movies

Fiona walking in on Off Topic with a protein shake and Gavin asks if shes drinking milk and she says without missing a beat “ah no that’s cum” and everyone laughed not expecting the answer

(OLD) “SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER” *falls in hole*

(OLD) Ray and Gav running in a panel dressed as X-Ray and Vav and Ray running the whole way around the room before he got to the stage

Duck taping Jeremy to the wall

(OLD) All of Minecraft Episode 3 Plan G (This was the very first AH video I watch and why I know who they are)

Geoff and Gav creating Achievement City and giving everyone houses just to prank Jack into burning house down with lava.

Ray’s house is a dirt block with no furniture and single torch

Geoff’s giant ass house next to Ray’s tiny house

Jack tries to destroy everything with lava throughout the episode

“lets be honest, I realistically didn’t lose anything”

Michael stealing art from Gav’s house “NOO! I want nice things”

The sign to Michael’s says “Awaiting Approval, Awaiting Approval, Awaiting Approval” he runs into house and say “I’m home”

Ray also steals this sign at some point

Plan G – The failsafe.

“Oh whats this? Is this a button? Whats this? (pushes button) Yeah it was a button”

“Did you push the button?”

“Yeah”

“okay”

“wh-what does it do?”

“uh…”

Cue Achievement City beginning to explode as Michael starts screaming

Rays reaction “NO, MY SHITTY HOUSE JUST GOT EVEN SHITTIER!”

Not something funny but something VERY IMPORTANT. AH admitting that they all fucked up and how shitty their behavior was when dealing with harassment in the fanbase. People were racist, sexist, homophobic, misogynistic, and just downright horrible to a lot of the employees at RT and AH. This came up after Mica Burton left the company and talked about it publicly and how nothing was done about it. Fiona who also experiences these same things, along with Lindsay and other employees, but Fiona took the charge on the Off Topic talking about people can’t continue to get away with that behavior. She got to sound off her feelings to a group of white men who all respected her and LISTENED to what was saying and how she felt. She cried; Geoff cried. They all want to do more, so this doesn’t happen in the future and they’re not tolerating the racist and horrible comments. AH taking a mature moment to talk about how they failed to stop these comments and Geoff was right when he said the company has a long way to go.

Outside of AH each member has more to them than just all of the comedy and laughs and dumb shit they do

Geoff helped found Roosterteeth and Achievement Hunter. He has a beautiful daughter in Millie who is awesome in her own right. He’s a recovering alcoholic. Currently doing F**k Face podcasts. Was in the fucking army. Takes accountability for every mistake he makes.

Jack also helped start Achievement Hunter. He does so much work for charity. His twitter is full of things to help people go vote. He’s like the dad to AH, especially Fiona. He’s happily married to his wife Caiti.

Michael was an electrician and has a lot of handy man experience. He made a few videos online about him raging at games and that got the attention of RT. He’s currently married to Lindsay who he met because of RT. They have two kids together.

Gavin is an expert at high speed filmmaking and know how use and edit footage from a slow-motion camera. He has worked on actual films. One of the creators of the Slow Mo Guys. Worked his ass off to get to work for RT. Currently dating model and cosplayer Meg Turney

Lindsay flips between being the mom of the group and a complete chaos queen and we all love her for it. She started as an editor for the RT podcast and then AH stuff. She is an incredible voice actor, most known for Ruby Rose (RWBY), Space Kid (Camp Camp), Hilda (Xray & Vav) just to name a few. She also has a degree in finance

Jeremy started as a fan who made videos on the community page. He took over Ray’s place after Ray left to do Twitch full time. He is a self-published author and a skilled rapper and singer. He’s currently married to his wife, Kat.

Matt also started as a fan making videos on the community page. He actually interacted and made stuff for the guys in really early Minecraft episodes. Seriously this guy is like king of Minecraft. He has a degree in electrical engineering. He also has pretty decent singing voice.

Trevor is THE BOSS. Has a degree in aero-space engineering and is getting paid to babysit AH. Currently dating Barbara Dunkelman, RTs queen of puns.

Alfredo worked at IGN before RT and is a well-known streamer. He is the best when it comes to first person shooter games. He and Trevor look so similar.

Fiona. Po. Her majesty. Host of This Just Internet. A Twitch streamer. Baby of the bunch. Grew up in Europe. Her and Gav act like a pair of siblings. She has stated and showed time and time again she will fight for people to have safe spaces for anyone who needs them.

Ify, our new guy. He is wonderful and I want to stay forever. He’s a comedian, a writer, and an actor. Co hosts F-ing Around with Fiona. Has his own film podcast, Who Shot Ya? I look forward to more content with him in it, cause everything he’s been in so far has been great.

Were all hurting but well make it through this

We have all these wonderful moments and a lot more that I didn’t list and this incredible team of personalities with their own accomplishments and achievements. Not to mention old team members who were also great additions and the entire crew behind the scenes editing and making videos look the best that they can.

Here’s to Achievement Hunter and to this community. We need to be here for each other in times like these.

@theonyxranger gave me the idea for this based on their own post they made about the fans giving their favorite moments without bitch face and there were just too many. Oop.

#Achievement Hunter #Jack Pattillo #Gavin Free #geoff ramsey #michael jones #lindsay jones #alfredo diaz #trevor collins #fiona nova #jeremy dooley #matt bragg #ify nwadiwe #roosterteeth #yes im calling him bitch face now

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gamelpar · 4 years

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It’s All About Fakes (100 sentence prompts fanfic)

Because I suck a writing even short stories or drabbles, I write 100 sentences prompts for the Fake AH Crew instead.

Some of them are inspired by moments in Let’s Play videos, headcanons, social media posts, or just comes straight out of the blue.

Feel free to take inspiration from the prompts or use them.

Prompts are written from a non-shippy perspective, but each prompt can be intercepted in whatever way pleases.

Also my first work, so let’s see how this goes.

Hey, why don’t you read it on AO3 instead?https://archiveofourown.org/works/24787825

1. How the Fake AH Crew got this far is a hell of story, and you can bet it’s one damn worth telling. (Fake it Til’ You Make it)

2. Ray was a sniper; he could spot bullshit a mile away, so how come he ended up in the Fake AH Crew? (On the Spot)

3. Sitting by the wheel of the red minivan Geoff sighed for the 67th time that day, still disbelieving the fact that they were not on their way to carry through a well-planned heist but rather enroute to the beach for some “splashing and slacking”, as Jack had called it. (Sunday Driving - To the Beach)

4. “The Vagabond says: it’s all gonna be murder.” (What the Vagabond Says)

5. Whether it was the Golden Boy or Gavin; Mogar or Michael; they wouldn’t leave each other behind. (Bois Forever)

6. Lindsay---being an absolute goddess as always---supports Jack in her telling for Fiona, and Jack couldn’t have been more grateful. (Women’s League)

7. Matt screws something up; Trevor is there to help him fix it; then Gavin and Alfredo is there to screw it up even more. (Nice Job Breaking It)

8. It’s Bake a Cake Day (according to Gavin) and it’s Gents vs. Lads (insisted by Gavin) and it will also be known as the day when Geoff’s kitchen met its undeniable demise (because of Gavin). (Bake a Cake Day)

9. Long story short: Michael breaks into an animal adoption center for a cat because Lindsay, and Gavin and Ray tags along because why the fuck not. (No Animal Came To Any Harm Except For Gavin)

10. A heavily tattooed man walks into a bar; later, a mad man and a lady in a Hawaii-shirt joins him. (It’s Not a Joke but the Punchline is Fluff)

11. Lindsay and Jeremy have dealt with shit going sideways longer than most people so they know how to make the best of it. (Failure is an Old Friend of Mine)

12. “I hereby announce that the official Prank Wars Week is in session!” (Oh No)

13. The Vagabond might be ready to die, but Ryan knows he’s not. (Ready as I’ll Ever Be)

14. The Lads---and Geoff---gets drunk as hell one night and starts a sock company. (Socks, There’s Socks Everywhere)

15. A boring Fake AH Crew means a dangerous Fake AH Crew and the residents of Los Santos better prepare for chaos. (Boredom Can be a Health Hazard)

16. Ryan gets hiccups and Ray thinks it’s funny until he gets hiccups, too, and soon everyone is stuck with hiccups and everyone blames Ray for some reason. (The Hiccup Disease)

17. When dawn arrives the Fake AH Crew will never be the same again. (Dawn After Battle)

18. Shopping weekends was nothing Lindsay used to do regularly, until Ryan one time decided to come along; then it became a thing. (Stuff We Do Together)

19. Even after leaving the crew, Ray would still have a home to return to. (Home is Wherever You Make it Be)

20. “No---we’re not twins, we’re not brothers, we’re not related in any way, so please for god’s sake, stop asking that.” (Stop the Questions Goddamnit)

21. Jeremy tried to apply more pressure to the wound but as the time on the bomb was running out, so did the blood. (A Mistake You Won’t Live to Learn From)

22. Someone knocks---no, pounds on the door to Ryan’s apartment at 3AM in the morning and Ryan’s still not that happy to being woken up in the middle of the night even if it is Meg waiting behind the door. (Late Night Visitor or Expect the Unexpected)

23. “Hey, guys, Fiona here---you’ll never believe this---but I’m stuck in jail and I need one of you to come and bail me out.” (Let’s Bail)

24. Matt is found alone sitting on top of the roof, watching the sunset, but what Geoff finds is someone who needs to talk and so he decides to be that other someone who listens. (Everyone Needs Someone Sometimes)

25. Gavin gets into trouble, which drags Michael and Jeremy into more trouble, and Geoff just wants to have a fucking drink. (Prepare for Trouble)

26. Gavin makes a statement, and Ryan feat. Alfredo makes it a hundred times worse. (Disturbance of Your Own Making)

27. Being welcomed by the sight of a bloodied and battered Gavin through the open door eliminates any tiredness and annoyance Geoff had worked up to having been woken up by a loud pounding on the door at 2AM. (Bloody Brit)

28. That was the way of the Battle Buddies; if one went down, the other had to keep on going, no matter what. (Broken Promise)

29. Nothing lasts forever, and Ray knows that better than anyone. (Never Say Forever)

30. The remaining Gents as well the rest of the Fakes would always be missing a part of themselves from now on. (Parts & Pieces or Next Step is to Move On)

31. The alphabet wasn’t enough to cover every brilliant plan the Fake AH Crew had in store, but they never settled for a single letter anyways. (Seven Ridiculous Plans and One That Actually Made Sense)

32. To the Lads, brighter days ahead is just an illusion they can only dream of in the aftermath of a heist gone wrong which claimed the lives of the Gents. (Miserable Lads)

33. It’s a story from being refused of coffee, to wanting to commit suicide briefly, to Trevor having made room for tea-parties with Jeremy, Gavin and Lindsay in his schedule every now and then. (Shut Up and Have Some Tea)

34. Really, it all started when Ray wouldn’t leave Geoff’s house one night. (A Place for Everyone)

35. Usually things doesn’t escalate this far by playing a simple Xbox-game but having ended up in jail, Michael and Matt doesn’t have much of a say about it and Geoff’s pissed. (Hate the Players)

36. Waking up in a dark room tied to a chair with no slightest idea of what the hell’s going on tends to lead to some anxiety-ridden experiences, especially when it is Gavin who finds himself in that situation. (Blackout)

37. No one wants to be the only sober one left to take care of a drunk crew, but with Ray gone Ryan just has to accept that this is his life now. (Trust or Sober One)

38. To think it all started that day when Jack saved a drunk man from being robbed in a dark alley. (Mind Your Manners)

39. Neither Lindsay or Michael would force Gavin to put on a brave face after a nightmare; everyone had fears and it was okay to be scared sometimes. (Sharing is Caring)

40. Matt’s life was just another pile of broken pieces until he met Jeremy, and suddenly he had some glue to put the pieces back together. (Glue or Glue My Life Back Together)

41. In the temporary apartment Ray was living in at the moment there was a vase by the kitchen window, always holding five red roses. (A Vase Full of Roses)

42. Geoff’s mood could easily be improved a 100 times better with some nice and warm socks. (Can Never Have Enough of Socks)

43. The crew quickly learned that pairing up Ryan and Trevor together would leave a traumatic amount of battered bodies and large pools of blood behind. (Madness In Me)

44. Michael’s life was like a puzzle; bits and pieces all over the place, some fitting, some not, some missing or broken, some didn’t even belong---and Jack standing there in the middle of it all being the only one who seemed to sense some kind of pattern. (Puzzles)

45. The Fake AH Crew weren’t good guys---they never would be---but that didn’t mean they were incapable of doing good, and they were by far the most decent team of criminals that had ever set foot in Los Santos. (Bad Guys Do Good)

46. Tears kept falling, slowly soaking the photo Jack held in her hand of her and the crew---not wanting to forget, yet not wanting to remember. (Remember to Forget)

47. The pink sniper rifle that hung on the wall would always serve as a reminder for the members of the Fake AH Crew that they were not immortal after all. (We Could Be Immortals)

48. Ryan’s an evil mastermind and that frightens Gavin a little, but the Golden Boy reckon it’s time to beat the Vagabond at his own game. (The Reckoning)

49. Kerry Shawcross crosses paths with the infamous Fake AH Crew completely by accident, and all hell breaks loose. (Welcome to Fake Hell)

50. The blood on his hands belonged to someone he knew---someone he cared about---and Ryan had never been more afraid of himself. (There’s Someone There But it’s Not Me)

51. It’s Pride Month and Jeremy really takes it up a notch when coloring his hair this time. (Rainbows)

52. Watching them Lindsay realized that while each of them all had lost so much, they had found even more. (Less is More)

53. Trevor would be better than Geoff ever’d been at scheduling heists and leading the crew, but he still gets to handle all the complaining from the crew so he isn’t as satisfied as he would like to be. (Point of No Return)

54. When the realization strikes him that he’s the only one left remaining, Jeremy falls to his knees in defeat and can’t stop screaming. (What Remains)

55. Fiona can never seem to stop messing with Gavin in any way possible. (A Step Too Far)

56. “Yeah, they’re all idiots---but they’re my idiots, so don’t you fucking dare lay your hand on them.” (A Bunch of Savage Animal Idiots)

57. Times have never been darker for the Gents as each of them struggles to cope with the deaths of the Lads in the aftermath of an coordinated attack. (Falling Inside the Black)

58. The day he met the Wildcard, Michael’s whole world finally started to make some sense. (Wild World)

59. Geoff’s constant drinking worried Gavin sometimes. (Drunk Concern)

60. Matt didn’t believe anyone would care enough for him to consider him family, nor did he believe he would end up in becoming a part of one. (Lost and Found)

61. Alfredo always wondered who Trevor really was underneath his iron suit of armor. (Armor)

62. Even when stuck in a seemingly never-ending coma, Geoff was never alone. (Not Alone)

63. Alfredo joins the Fake AH Crew with more blood on his hands than most people---including himself---would’ve expected. (Red Sea)

64. There’s a perfectly valid reason why Lindsay, despite not being his roommate anymore, is the only one who has a key to Ryan’s apartment. (Key to the Door)

65. Four times Jeremy and Trevor talked their way out of jail and one time they didn’t. (Another Approach to the Problem)

66. Lindsay tried, and that’s why she was still alive, even though everyone else that mattered to her weren’t anymore. (The Fake Among the True)

67. Fiona was her own knight in shining armor and no tower could ever hold her captive for long. (Green Knight)

68. There were days when Jeremy saw a way out, yet the light would always fade at the end of the tunnel, leaving him in the dark. (No Way In, No Way Out)

69. The others would never come back, and Gavin, walking in the wake of that horrifying truth, felt like an empty shell with nothing left to give. (Empty)

70. Trevor would give his life for the crew just like Geoff and Lindsay had. (Third Time Counts)

71. One time for when each of the Fake AH Crew members showed strength and one time when they didn’t. (No Shame)

72. Jack and Geoff shared a special responsibility for every member of the crew, and Michael was no exception. (Nightmare Terrors)

73. ‘Who’s the creepiest motherfucker?’ is a question rather avoided and unanswered. (Creep Contest)

74. All Michael felt now was a burning anger that refused to flicker and fade, and thirst for revenge than could never be quenched. (Road Rage)

75. The last time they all saw each other the city was burning, wounds were bleeding---figuratively and literally---and they never expected to see each other again. (One Last Time)

76. Jack liked to be up in the early, quiet mornings while everyone was still asleep, but she was seriously going to tackle Ryan into bed if she found out he was still awake at 5AM again. (Go the Fuck to Sleep)

77. He’d said he was going to visit, but Ray always pushed the promise further to its limits every time. (Liar Liar)

78. Five times a heist went to hell and one time when it actually didn’t. (Heisting Hell)

79. Not every backstory of the Fake AH Crew’s members is full of shattered dreams and points of no return. (Wanted)

80. Gavin missed home sometimes, but the Golden Boy didn’t. (Two Sides of a Coin)

81. Jeremy’s admiration of monster trucks stretches way back to when he was only a child, walking past a toy store. (Monster Car)

82. “You can leave if you want”, Geoff said, “No one’s going to stop you.” (Freedom)

83. The Vagabond was almost always in control after the Fall of the Fakes, mostly because Ryan let him. (Dead by Daylight)

84. Perhaps the next mishap won’t be so embarrassing for Alfredo, but life didn’t seem to like him much at all. (It’s Life, What Can You Do About It)

85. Four times Geoff said no to either Gavin, Ryan or Lindsay bringing an animal home, and one time he actually said yes. (Animal Addition)

86. So the members of the Fake AH Crew decides to steal their boss’ yacht again and Geoff’s as usual late to the party. (Yacht Party)

87. The crew goes to get some tattoos, and Lindsay is very sure of which one she wants to get. (Tattoos)

88. When Jack falls sick and can’t make her awesome lunch for the whole crew, the crew makes one for her instead (and Jack appreciates it even if it’s a little burned). (Faking the Chef)

89. The day Fiona joined the Fake AH Crew is a day Gavin will very well remember. (Bully)

90. The B-Team is usually there to clean up the messes, except for this time. (Don’t Leave Your Messes Here)

91. The whiskey burned his throat when he guzzled it, and Geoff wished that the liquor could burn away the pain and memories the same. (Burning Bridges)

92. The Fake AH Crew may look like they’re having the time of their lives, but the outside is designed to hide the struggles and issues that lingers underneath. (Inside Out)

93. With the Gents missing, the Lads stuck in a burning building, and the B-team cornered in a firefight, things does not look good. (Already Over)

94. The Fake AH Crew never failed to be impressed by Michael’s colorful vocabulary of swear words. (Words of Color)

95. Jeremy tries to cover up some traces of his past life from the rest of the crew; it does not go the way he wants. (Known to the World)

96. The Ring had been like home, but he wasn’t earning any money being beaten up every round in familiar surroundings, so Michael left---and ended up in Los Santos. (Ring of Fire)

97. The different paths that every member of the crew took for themselves led each of them to end up somewhere they never intended to be, but somewhere they were meant to be. (Pathfinders)

98. It was safe to say that every member of the Fake AH Crew had at least one weird obsession; some had way too many, and some obsessions were just what the fuck. (Obsessions)

99. The Fake AH Crew heists in style, or they do not heist at all. (Do it with Style)

100. The Fake AH Crew is made up of a selected (un)worthy and unique individuals---each one with their own story of whens, ifs, whats, whos, and hows. (Now That We’ve Come So Far)

#rtah fanfic #fahc #fanfic #more like weirdopath #my writing

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atravellerstale-meg · 4 years

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Could you possibly do a JeremyxTrevor story? Like within the GTA V FAHC, whrer they've been secretly dating, but then someone catches them, so they have to explain. It's okay if not!

@ah-giggles - sorry about the delay! This prompt got a bit out of hand, but was a ton of fun to write. I hope you like it!

Jeremy was sat in the penthouse, cleaning his guns. Most of the rest of the crew was out working on some upcoming job and he was trying to burn off the nervous energy as best he could, but he was nevertheless caught off guard when someone dropped down on the couch next to him. He looked over to find Gavin staring at him.

Now, it wasn’t that Jeremy didn’t like Gavin. In fact, before joining the crew, he could honestly say he had looked up to the guy. But after joining the veneer of the Golden Boy had fallen away and taken Jeremy’s admiration with it. And as he’d struggled to get used to the difference between Gavin’s persona and Gavin himself, he’d apparently caught the eye of the man in question, who’d started following Jeremy about and asking him odd questions and pestering him at all hours of the day and being way too cuddly for Jeremy’s liking. It hadn’t taken long for Jeremy’s shock to turn into a kind of playful mock-hatred.

So he sighed and resigned himself to another round of ‘what ifs’. After a moment, when nothing came, he raised an eyebrow at Gavin, quickly growing concerned when he saw the serious look on his face. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

Instead of answering directly, Gavin tilted his head and asked, “Do you know what my role in the crew is?“

“Resident pain in the ass?”

“I’m the hacker.” He paused, shrugged, and corrected himself, “Well, one of two now. But this means I’m in charge of crew security. The cameras around the penthouse, background checks on new members,” he waved his hand, “it all goes through me.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

Gavin gave a half-smile. “You know Lindsay?”

“Yes?” Jeremy said, feeling more lost than ever.

“Well, when she first showed up, she was helping Michael betray the crew. Geoff got shot in the back of the head and almost died, Ryan had to face down the entire police force and almost died, I was in a tank and… All in all, it was a mess.”

“Oh.”

“And so there’s kind of been this unofficial rule that we have to make everyone aware of any and all relationships.”

“…Oh.”

“And you and Trevor aren’t as slick as you like to think you are.”

Jeremy looked down at the gun in his hand, slotting the pieces back into place as his mind raced. Eventually he asked, “Am I in trouble?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“Oh.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gavin shift, crossing one leg over the other. “Were you ever going to tell us?”

“At some point.”

“And why didn’t it come up sooner?”

“Because… I didn’t think it was important?”

There was a moment of silence before Gavin spoke again, voice uncharacteristically frosty, “Jeremy, when you joined the crew, you told us about Matt. Everything I can find suggests that you already knew Alfredo and Trevor back then too, but you only told us about Matt, and we hired him. We then hired Trevor under different circumstances - again, you didn’t tell us about him - and he quickly rose through the ranks and became the boss. And one of the first things he did was hire Alfredo. The four of you were pretty much a crew in your own right, and without telling the rest of us about your relationships to each other, you infiltrated our crew. I’m giving you one chance to explain how this isn’t an attempted takeover.”

“Well, when you phrase it like that, it sounds really bad.” He placed the gun back on the table. “I honestly just didn’t think of it.”

“Really?” Gavin’s voice dripped with disbelief.

“Really! Trevor and I were kind in the middle of a tiff when I joined the crew, and I was scared of rocking the boat with you guys, and I-” Jeremy cut himself off, anxiety sending his heart rate through the roof, and took a moment to try and calm himself.

“I know I messed up,” he said a moment later, keeping his voice even and his head down, afraid to meet Gavin’s eyes. “I was just so excited to be a part of your crew and didn’t want to mention the others because I was afraid you’d see me as a traitor or something.”

“Still not convinced you aren’t.”

“I- I didn’t want to mention anything, but Trevor didn’t like that and we kinda didn’t talk for a while, and then you guys asked if I knew anyone else good for the crew and things weren’t great with Trevor so I just mentioned Matt, and then he went behind my back and got hired anyway and that didn’t make things any better, and then when we finally patched things up we’d been in the crew for long enough that it felt awkward to say ‘hey, I actually know this person, we’re totally fucking, sorry we pretended to be strangers for about a month’!” Jeremy sighed, wringing his hands. “So… yeah. That’s the truth.”

Gavin drummed his fingers on his knee, watching Jeremy closely, before jumping to his feet and giving a cheery, “Okay!”

“Okay?”

“Yep! I believe you. And I don’t think you’ve got any ulterior motives. So we’re good.” He tilted his head. “But if I find out you’ve lied, I’m gonna sic the Vagabond on you. Battle Buddies or no, I don’t think he’d be too happy to find out someone was conspiring against him again.“ And then Gavin grinned, all teeth, and walked away, firing one last comment over his shoulder, "You better come clean with everyone else!”

Jeremy dropped his head down on the back of the sofa, cursing his own past stupidity and balking at the thought of having to go over that conversation again with every other member of the crew.

That evening, he made his way to Trevor’s room to have a conversation with him about everything. As he was let in he felt himself relax a bit. The far too tidy room with glow in the dark stars painted on the ceiling was as familiar to him as his own, and the sight of Trevor’s smiling face, always so happy to see him, settled something within him.

“What’s up, baby boy?” Trevor asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “You’ve got your serious face on.”

Jeremy cracked a smile, sitting beside him. “My serious face?”

“Mhmm. Last time I saw that was, ooo, five years ago? When you came over to tell me that you’d been doing criminal activities,” Trevor said, wiggling his fingers to try and keep the mood light. “Ah, now that was a fun night!”

Jeremy nodded, a pang of nostalgia shooting through his chest as he remembered the conversation. Sitting beside Trevor on a battered couch instead of a neatly made bed, the strange, cautious look he’d gotten when Jeremy confessed to having done something bad, the ‘Where’s the body?’ he’d said in response in a tone just shy of joking. The nerves rushing through Jeremy’s veins as he told Trevor about his thieving, unsure if this would be the end of their relationship, if he’d leave that apartment with the police on his heels. But the thing he remembered most about that night was him and Trevor exchanging their first ‘I love you’s.

Bolstered by that thought, he entwined his fingers with Trevor’s and said, “I had a pretty intense conversation with Gavin today.”

Trevor sat silently as he told the whole story, nodding here and there and rubbing a gentle thumb over the back of his hand. Before long Jeremy had finished, rounding it off with, “And… I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Don’t worry,” Trevor said, smiling, “I’ll sort this all out.”

It was just a few simple words, but it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from Jeremy’s shoulders. He slumped, a genuine smile reaching his face as he said, “Thanks, Treycs.”

Trevor’s tone shifted to something more playful. “Now, do you want any help with all that tension you’ve been carrying around?”

Jeremy’s smile became a grin as he let himself be pulled down onto the bed. He could worry about everything else tomorrow.

–

The next day he was preparing to go on a stakeout with Ryan when Trevor pulled him aside and said, “I’ll handle telling all this lot. I figure Ryan should hear it from you, so take all the time you need out there.”

Jeremy nodded. “Okay, will do.”

Trevor smiled and tossed a quick look over his shoulder, then ducked down to press a kiss to the top of his head before putting his cowboy hat on. “Keep safe.”

“No promises.” Jeremy stole another kiss for good luck and left.

A while later he was sat in the car beside Ryan, working up the courage to confess. However, before he could do so, he found himself once again being confronted.

“Gavin told me about you and Trevor,” was the start of the conversation, sending a chill down Jeremy’s spine.

“Did he?”

“Told me to keep an eye on you.”

“Oh.”

Ryan had his mask on, so it was impossible to tell what his expression was, but his eyes were cold when he looked at Jeremy.

“You want to tell me why I learned about this from Gavin?”

“I… was going to tell you today?”

“How long have you been dating?” he asked in a tone that suggested he already knew, and wasn’t happy with the answer.

Nevertheless, Jeremy said, “Since college.”

“Again, why didn’t you tell me anything?”

Jeremy looked down at his hands, unable to find the words to make this better. Ryan didn’t say anything either, and as the seconds ticked by he felt his heart sink further and further and his stomach twist tighter and tighter. Eventually he forced himself to speak, hoping that he could explain himself well enough to save their friendship, and hopefully not end up with a knife between his ribs.

“Look, I… know I fucked up. I already got an earful from Gavin about crew safety, I just didn’t think it really applied-”

“You think I give a shit about crew safety?”

He blinked and looked up at Ryan, who was definitely glaring at him now. “Uh, I would hope so?”

Ryan snorted, turning to look out the window. After a moment he said softly, “I’m upset because I thought we were friends.”

“Oh.” He paused. “I’m sorry?”

Once again, Ryan didn’t say anything. This time Jeremy didn’t break the silence, turning instead to focus on their actual mission. It was only later, when Ryan reached for the ignition so he could drive them back to the penthouse, that Jeremy said, “I really am sorry.”

“Oh, are you?”

“I didn’t think about how it might upset you. I’m sorry.”

Ryan sighed, taking off his mask to run a hand through his hair. He sat in his chair, head turned away, and Jeremy realised just how tired his friend looked. Eventually, Ryan looked up with a lopsided smile and said, “Okay. Anything else I should know?”

Jeremy shook his head, returning Ryan’s smile as best he could. “I really am sorry.”

Ryan nodded and reached out to pat his shoulder. “I forgive you.”

“Battle Buddies?”

“Battle Buddies.”

Jeremy grinned, relaxing in his seat and making a mental note to get Ryan a few tons of Diet Coke to make up for everything.

–

When they got back to the penthouse, Jeremy’s anxiety had returned. Maybe Ryan noticed, because he kept a hand resting on Jeremy’s back as he opened the door. They stepped inside, Jeremy bracing himself.

But nothing happened. Trevor and Alfredo were sat on the couch, trying to sing a song that Jeremy couldn’t recognise, especially since they kept collapsing into giggles. Michael and Lindsay were in the kitchen, the latter stirring what looked like cake batter and the former sneaking bits of it every chance he got. Fiona had taken up the other couch, headphones on as she sharpened a knife. Matt was lying on the floor, watching some kind of video on his phone. Geoff, Gavin, and Jack were nowhere to be seen.

Trevor looked over as the door closed, a bright smile on his face. “Hey guys!” he called, clambering over the back of the couch. “How’d the mission go?”

“Went well,” Ryan answered, hefting a camera. “Got some footage for you guys to look over.”

“Wonderful.” Trevor drew close and threw an arm over Jeremy’s shoulder. Jeremy tensed, eyes darting around the room, but no one seemed to care. “Give it to Gavvy, I don’t think he’s doing much right now.”

“Will do.”

Ryan nodded and left and Jeremy turned to Trevor, stomach still rolling. “So… did it go okay?”

“Yep!” Trevor said, giving Jeremy’s arm a quick squeeze. “Michael was quite upset because he lost a bet with Jack about when we’d get together, but other than that everyone was fine.”

“Oh.” He allowed himself a small smile. “Good.”

“And that means I now get to do this,” Trevor leant in to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, “whenever I want.”

His smile grew. “Whenever you want?”

Trevor grinned and started to lean in again, but was cut off by Matt’s groan. “Can you not do that in the main room? I’m way too ace to deal with you two.”

Jeremy blushed as all eyes turned on them. “Sorry, Matt.”

Trevor dropped his hand to grab Jeremy’s wrist, tugging him back towards the door. “Yeah, we’ll just get out of your hair. No one’s going to need us for the next hour or so, right?”

“I guess we’ll just have all the cake without you, then!” Lindsay said with a wicked grin.

Trevor hesitated. “Text us when the cake’s done.”

“I’ll consider it.”

Jeremy looked around the room, noticing Fiona rolling her eyes along with Michael, Alfredo beaming away, and Matt taking a moment to give Jeremy a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before returning to his phone, and felt his own smile return as he realised that everyone really was okay with them. Everything was going to be fine.

#Treremy #fahc au #prompt fill #snippet time #my writing #misc #is treremy the ship name?#this ship was a ton of fun to write about!#i hope you like it #<3 #ryan /

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thedazedyouth · 5 years

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It’s You Who Hung The Moon 5

Break down, hysteric and young

Alfredo ducked, feeling bullets riddle the thin, yet sturdy sheet of metal he hid behind and collected his breath.

God, my life is so weird. If his life wasn’t hanging so high in the air, he might’ve laughed at that thought; because of course his life is so weird. Every time he thought he’d found a new normal, something else came along and flipped his world.

Surprisingly, this time he liked that something else. He didn’t like what the something brought but the something itself was good, enjoyable.

The something was currently blindly firing as he took cover a couple steps away. Trevor let the gun go wild at the people below them. He winked when he noticed Alfredo staring, leaning back over the railing to actually aim at his would-be victims.

Standing there, rifle in hand and a vicious look as he picked off his targets with controlled yet lethal precision, Trevor looked exactly like the horror stories Alfredo had heard. The tall demon, menacing and imposing in nothing but an intent stare, with the notorious and brutal Fake AH Crew behind him.

But Alfredo had a reputation too, one that could challenge Trevor’s; he knew that his name was just as powerful.

Alfredo stood, a newfound wave of courage guided his legs towards the staircase leading into the pit of the hangar. His bullets moved faster, found their targets quicker, and dropped more bodies than Trevor’s.

Even as he walked, Alfredo kept firing; one half of him simply wanting to show off, and the other half knowing that the Fake will cover him.

There were no actual planes in the hangar, but an abundance of crates to cover him as he reached the bottom of the stairs; not doubt filled with weapons and drugs, the most popular contraband in Los Santos.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Trevor at the edge of the steps, and began to cover him as he made his way to Alfredo.

“I think we’re making a dent in their numbers. Can’t be much more than fifteen left.”

How Trevor had learned to be so aware of everything happening despite the circumstances would always confuse Alfredo, but he was at least thankful to have that skill on his side, to know that their attempts were working. If they didn’t die anytime soon, they would’ve done a decent job, given the factors.

“You reckon we got a chance at this?” Alfredo asked. Usually, he tried to ignore thinking too far ahead, and focused on surviving in that moment and continued until the future came. But with Trevor. . . it was different.

“I do.” It was nothing less than complete sincerity in Trevor’s voice.

That was motivation enough. In a break of gunfire, Alfredo rushed ahead, getting behind cover only a few feet away; but it meant that they were making ground, and Alfredo wanted everything to be over as quickly as possible.

Alfredo didn’t see Trevor much after that, the former choosing to push forward while the latter hung behind. As long as bullets were still coming from behind him, Alfredo wasn’t worried, much.

For the first time, he trusted someone to have his back.

Alfredo had to drop his gun, empty, and picked one from a body that was still warm, from a body whose eyes still had an ounce of life in them. He didn’t look at the body for long, shoving his attention onto the deafening gunfire, and how it had dulled; turning into a pitiful, slow copy of what it once was.

Only when Alfredo’s finger released the trigger for a moment did he realise that the hangar was silent. Trevor reached his side, giving him a wary glance before walking ahead, Fredo needing no prompt to follow closely behind.

They walked slowly, keeping a firm grip on their guns and watching every side; waiting for someone to jump out. But no one ever came.

They had almost reached the other side of the hangar, only a small pile of crates remained at that end. Alfredo whipped around it first, hesitating until Trevor saw the same thing.

Sparks was pressed against the wood, hands gripping his gun so tightly his knuckles were white. He made eye contact with each of the pair, his brain clearly whirling in panic. Trevor gestured with his own gun for Sparks to drop his, and once he did, Trevor motioned for him to stand. Sparks raised his hands as he stood, the gun far too out of reach now.

Sparks’ hands trembled in the air, his face drained of blood and his eyes flickered between the pair.

“Oh, how the mighty fall,” Trevor mocked, throwing Sparks’ words back at him “What? Not gonna beg for your life?” Alfredo asked, a new edge to his voice that slipped his control. He needed a level of restraint, but the last few days were catching up with him.

Despite his fear, Sparks spat at their feet. “Monsters like you can’t be reasoned with.”

He wanted to bait them, get under their skin and somehow take control of the situation. It was pathetic, really; a man that had seemed like he had more power than the two could imagine, now resorting to nothing but insults.

Alfredo and Trevor looked to each other, another unspoken agreement passed between them, and they knew exactly what the other was thinking.

The boys fired at the same time, two bullets meeting each other in Sparks’ brain.

Alfredo drove them home. Trevor had attempted to protest, but when he hand trembled as he tried to open the car door, he agreed to rest in the passenger seat.

As it turned out, although not surprisingly, both Alfredo and Trevor had been kidnapped numerous times and they each learned how to keep track of where they travelled, even when they couldn’t see. Where Alfredo forgot a turn, Trevor knew it, and when he couldn’t remember how many turns, Alfredo knew it.

“We make quite the pair, Mr Diaz.” Trevor chuckled, letting his head rest against the back of the seat. His eyes slipped closed for a moment.

“Hey Trevor?” Alfredo asked quietly.

“Hmm?” He made sure he was looking at Alfredo.

“I’m glad I didn’t kill you.”

Trevor let his eyes shut again, Alfredo thought he had fallen asleep until he said, “Yeah, me too Fredo, me too.”

They left a fiery explosion in their wake, destroying anything that might remain in that wretched building.

- It was morning when they got back to Los Santos, Trevor waking up in time to direct Alfredo to the penthouse. They parked right out front of one of the tallest apartment buildings in the city, though it wasn’t as flashy as Alfredo would’ve thought. Maybe they wanted to be a bit subtle.

The LS air was refreshing, it was different than the rest of the world, Alfredo realised. But it felt right.

Trevor breathed in deeply. “Home sweet home.”

The lobby to the complex was massive, the single room alone was bigger than Alfredo’s whole apartment. He let out a low wolf whistle.

“Just wait, Fredo,” Trevor said. “I know this is a lot but the penthouse is even cooler.”

It just hit Alfredo that Trevor Collins, leader of the Fake AH Crew, was now inviting him to where the crew operated. He knew dozens of people who would kill to have the same opportunity; people have killed for vague, yet wrong, information about the whereabouts of this place.

Alfredo didn’t belong there.

“I-I should leave.” He scrambled for an excuse. “You must be tired of me by now.”

Trevor cocked his head to the side, genuinely confused. “I’m always tired, Fredo, but never of you.”

Only because Trevor seemed like he wouldn’t move if Fredo left, did the latter walk across the large marble floor. Trevor joined in his pace without another word.

They had only made it a few steps when the elevator doors dinged opened. Trevor smiled when a tanned, blonde man appeared through them.

“Trevor?”

Judging by the accent and mountains of gold that adorned the man, Alfredo assumed that this was the famous Golden Boy. He seemed smaller in person.

“Jesus, what happened dude? Where’ve you been, are you okay? What the fuck hap - who’s that?”

Alfredo was never shy. But he was over his head, so far out of his own league that the didn’t know how he should respond. After all, possibly the most influential member of the Fakes was pointing at him accusingly and wanted answers. Fortunately, Trevor was there.

“He’s my boy Alfredo.” Trevor shrugged.

“Who is he?”

“A hitman.”

Golden Boy sighed. Maybe Trevor had brought home a stray before. “How’d you find him?”

“He tried to kill me?”

Somehow, there was no awkwardness between them when that fact was mentioned, it seemed so long ago and they were well past that. It seemed like the kind of thing they’d joke about later on. But Alfredo wouldn’t, couldn’t, stick around long enough; he should’ve left when they got back to Los Santos, but just couldn’t say goodbye.

“And you brought him here? How can you trust him, he’s an assassin,” Golden Boy said. “No offence.”

“How could you say that? Fredo’s the most precious, soft little soul.” Trevor pulled Alfredo forward, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Alfredo suddenly caught his reflection in the impeccable glass, and started cleaning the dirt and grime from his face. “Yeah, I’m adorable,” he agreed.

Golden Boy looked between the pair and shook his head. “Geoff’s gonna want to see you,” is all he said before continuing on his path out the building.

Trevor grinned at Fredo. “So that was Gavin. He can seem like a prick but deep down he’s still a prick that can occasionally be cool.”

The elevator ride to the penthouse was quiet, more comfortable than their past silences but tensions was rippling off Alfredo. He still didn’t feel like he belonged. There was ten floors left when he decided to speak up.

“Is this a good idea?” Before Trevor could reply, he added quickly, “I mean, I probably shouldn’t meet your crew, I’m just a nobody that tried to kill you.”

Five floors left.

“To be fair, everyone in the Fakes has tried to kill each other. They’ve all tried to kill me before.” Trevor laughed, like he was remembering a fun time between close friends.

Alfredo wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what they did for fun.

He just nodded, changing the subject quickly. “Is Kingpin’s real name Geoff?” Geoff didn’t strike the same level of fear, no wonder he went for such an edgy name.

“Yeah, he’ll want a full explanation for this fiasco of a week.”

The elevator doors opened.

“I thought you were the boss,” Alfredo said.

Trevor shrugged. “Geoff stepped down from planning heists and the general day to day managing of the crew but when someone threatens us, that’s when he wants to be in charge.”

There was no number on the penthouse door, just a peephole in between the pale white wood; and another one almost a foot below the first one. Trevor didn’t acknowledge it, like every door had two peepholes, and pushed it open.

The first thing Alfredo saw was the large floor to ceiling window that let the bright sun stream into the open area. A lounge was situated in front of the window, and through the sunlight he could make out the back of three heads, they were more focused on the screen in front of them than the new arrivals.

Alfredo didn’t get a good look around, Trevor instantly taking a left down a hallway, and Fredo trusted the safety he had with Trevor more than being left behind.

The hallway twisted and they stopped outside the third door on the right, Trevor knocked twice and entered without waiting for an answer. Alfredo lingered by the door, letting Trevor take a seat before a grand, wooden desk. Thrown around the desktop were multiple picture frames Alfredo couldn’t see, and various toys and personal items. Not the desk of a notorious crew leader but more a regular old family man.

But the man behind the desk was to be taken seriously.

Kingpin sat in his pristine black tuxedo, hands clasped over the table and a deadly stare watching Alfredo’s every move. Trevor wasn’t fazed by the demeanour, knowing how soft Kingpin truly was.

“So,” Trevor said, “how’s your week been?”

Ramsey was committed to the tough act, he didn’t have to suppress a smile like Fredo. Alfredo was a stranger after all. But not to Trevor, and he was slightly offended his new friend was being treated like a threat.

“Debrief,” Ramsey demanded.

Trevor resisted a laugh, seeing Geoff this formal and serious was. . . weird to say the least.

“Well, we got chased by some new crew, found who that Caden Sparks guy is, sorry was, we kinda killed him and now we’re here.” Trevor looked behind him to Alfredo. “Am I missing anything?”

“I got shot. You got stabbed.”

Kingpin sighed into his hands. Why would they take it seriously? He should’ve known better.

“You,” Geoff pointed at Alfredo, “get out.”

Alfredo looked at Trevor.

“It’s okay,” Trevor said, nodding to him. “Wait for me outside. Don’t let the guys give you any shit.”

Without asking what he meant, Alfredo left. The door clicked shut behind him and he strained to listen through the wall but realised it was probably sound proof. He figured he wouldn’t want to hear Kingpin bash him, anyway; so instead of pacing the hallway like he was tempted to do, Alfredo decided to investigate the eerie atmosphere that had overtaken the apartment.

From the entrance of the hallway, Alfredo could see into the kitchen. In it, resting against the bench, coffee mug in hand and a glare stuck on her face, Pattillo watched him. She was both more and less terrifying so close. She was in sweatpants and a shirt double her size, yet they both knew she wouldn’t hesitate if she caught one foot out of place.

As Alfredo walked up the hallway and she grew closer, another figure entered the kitchen. He stood with his back to Alfredo but he clearly spoke to Pattillo as she chuckled, all without breaking eye contact with Alfredo.

The new man barely glanced back at Alfredo when he reached the kitchen but it was enough for Alfredo to see the infamous skull mask of the Vagabond.

He kept his head up high, ignoring every story of the mercenary that flooded his memory. When he noticed two more stares from the corner of his eye, he understood what Trevor meant.

“You’re not going to scare me,” Alfredo said, looking over into the lounge where two men were practically hanging over the back of a couch to look at him. He forced a grin on to his face, letting his fake confidence roll off of him.

Whether the Fakes bought it or not, he had no idea; but they at least pretended to.

One of the guys from the couch, Mogar; Alfredo realized from the sneer that was like concrete on his face, jumped over the piece of furniture and slandered up to him.

“So, whatever your name is, what’re you doing here?” Mogar asked. He whole demeanour screamed arrogance, like he was the brightest explosion.

“Trevor brought me with him. He didn’t tell me what he was thinking.” Alfredo made sure the exit was within his eyesight, if they tried anything he wasn’t going to take on the majority of the Fake AH Crew alone. He silently screamed at Trevor to hurry the fuck up.

“That sounds like him.” Someone else from the couch he didn’t recognise joined Mogar. He was shorter but carried himself like he was stronger in every possible way. The second peephole. “What’s so special about you that made Trevor take such an interest in you?”

“Leave him alone, Jeremy.” Trevor appeared from the hallway, taking a stance just in front of Alfredo. “You’re just afraid that I won’t give you any more attention because I found someone new.”

For such a physical guy, Alfredo was shocked when Jeremy’s only defence was to stick his tongue out at Trevor.

Kingpin entered the room as well, meeting Pattillo before taking her mug and downing the last of its contents. Trevor returned Jeremy’s gesture before looking over to Geoff, their private conversation still lingering in their eyes.

Trevor was the first to break the stare.

“Well it was lovely seeing you all, especially since I’m not dead; but Fredo and I should get going. It’s been a long week and all I want is to pass out for a solid day.”

Alfredo could still feel the Fakes’ eyes bearing into his skull as they left the penthouse.

“What did Kingpin say?” Alfredo asked after they had been waiting for the elevator for a minute.

Trevor sighed. “I’m going to get some people on chasing down what remains of Sparks’ crew. I’m not convinced that we managed to completely end him, neither is Geoff.” The elevator dinged, they stepped in. There was no cameras. “I told him that you wouldn’t be safe until we knew for sure everyone from the crew was dead, and you needed protection.”

“Really?” Alfredo scoffed. “What did he say to that.”

The doors open into the lobby. Trevor took a step out then turned back to look at Alfredo, a stupid grin spread across his face.

“That I’m welcome to do it myself. Guess we’re gonna be spending a lot more time together.”

“Great,” Alfredo muttered.

“Enough business talk,” Trevor said while they exited the building. “We deserve some down time and I don’t know about you but I’m starving. There’s a really nice diner just down the road if you’re up to it.”

Alfredo shrugged. “I’ve followed you this far. Why not keep going.”

They chose to walk, needing to stretch their legs after so long in a car and it gave them each a chance to clear their minds. But despite his best efforts, Alfredo couldn’t stop thinking about the last few days, and something that Trevor said was stuck in his head.

“Hey,” Fredo said, and after Trevor hummed in reply he continued, “do you really think that you’re not important to the Fakes?”

Trevor opened his mouth to speak but found nothing to say; why couldn’t he lie to Alfredo? “Well, yeah, I mean not as important as the others.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Alfredo scoffed. “They were literally trying to suss me out just a few minutes ago, see if I was good enough to even be in your presence.”

Trevor shook his head, waiting until they crossed the road before saying, “They were just messing with you. Didn’t mean anything.”

“And here I was thinking you were smart.”

“Funny, that’s the same thing Geoff said.”

Alfredo dropped the topic, knowing that he’d never be able to convince Trevor of his value in one conversation; but if he was going to be hanging around longer, Fredo wouldn’t stop trying. Trevor seemed to have a mission to save Alfredo, so it would be Alfredo’s mission to give that man at least some self esteem.

The diner was small and cozy. Their waitress, a middle aged black women, made the whole place feel like home; or at least what Alfredo imagined it to feel like. Their food and drinks arrived, Alfredo heavy judged Trevor while he sipped from his black coffee. Trevor just flipped him off, diving into the breakfast he ordered.

After five minutes of silent eating, Trevor suddenly made a series of muffled noises like he remembered something. After forcefully pushing whatever food was in his mouth he spoke.

“Oh and I asked Geoff if you could join the Fakes.”

Alfredo choked on his drink.

#fake achievement hunter crew #FAHC #Trevor Collins #alfredo diaz #alfreyco #it's you who hung the moon series #geoff ramsey #Jack Pattillo #jeremy dooley #Gavin Free #michael jones

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ganglylimbs · 5 years

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Family Like This

For @artlesscomedic , some mermaid fluff!

Jon watches from his perch in the cave as Gavin swims back and forth. He tilts his head. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorting,” Gavin says. He stops short, hesitating, before moving the shell he had just placed in one pile to another pile.

Jon watches for a few more minutes before he asks “Why?”

Gavin huffs. “I have to prepare for a bois trip to Rainbow Rock.”

“Rainbow Rock?”

Gavin stops short, mouth wide open as he stares at Jon. “You don’t know about Rainbow Rock?”

Jon raises an eyebrow. “Should I have?”

“Everyone knows about Rainbow Rock.” Gavin swims over, grabbing Jon’s hands. “That settles it. You have to come with us to see it.”

Jon shrinks on himself. “I don’t know. I don’t want to intrude on your guy’s lover vacation.”

“Nah, son. It’ll be fun. I want to see your face.”

“Won’t I be a third wheel?”

Gavin thinks for a second. Then he grins. “What if we make it a family trip!”

“A family trip?”

“Yeah, we’ll invite Geoff and Jack and Ryan! Matt! The eel boys. We can make it a whole day. Please, Jon? It’ll be fun.”

Jon makes the mistake of looking into Gavin’s eyes. Gavin stares at him, wide and pleading. Jon sighs. “Fine.”

The sun is starting to rise and Haywood’s boat is busy. “Are we sure we have everything?” He asks, looking over his checklist. “Food? Drinks? Towels-”

“Yes, mom,” Geoff says as he carefully places his surfboard down.

Jack swats at him. “Be nice. Ryan is doing us a favor by transporting us.”

“I could swim,” Geoff sniffs.

“Then do it,” Ryan says.

Jack sighs. “Stop.”

“Yeah, stop your bitching,” Michael says, popping up from the water. They all look down at him. “We have to get a move on if we want to get a good spot.”

Geoff sticks his tongue out at Ryan. Ryan narrows his eyes, opening his mouth to say something but is stopped by Jon climbing up the side of the boat. “Oh hey, Jon.”

Jon smiles at him. “Hey, Ryan.”

Ryan stops. “Are you ok?”

“Of course, why?”

“You just look a little….sad, I guess.”

Jon waves him off. “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”

Ryan side-eyes him. “Ok.”

They both startle as a wet thumping sound slaps against the boat. Tentacles clutch at the rails and Matt pulls himself up, an eel boy in each hand. “Sorry, we’re late. These hooligans couldn’t pay attention for two seconds to get here.”

Trevor pouts. “Matt, that’s so harsh.”

“Yeah, Matt,” Alfredo says. “We’re angels.”

“Uh-huh,” Matt says. He dumps them down on the boat. “Are we good to go?”

“Almost,”Ryan says. “Let’s get everyone together and make sure we have everything we need.”

It takes another thirty minutes before they set off. While most of the mermaids opted to swim alongside the boat, with the lads leading the way, Jon decides to stay in the boat, saying he wasn’t that great of a swimmer to keep up with them.

He stays in the captain's quarters, talking with Ryan.

“Don’t distract him too much,” Geoff says, leaning against the doorway. Though he’s speaking to Jon, his smile is directed at Ryan. Ryan’s face starts to burn.

“Oh,” Jon says. He looks at Ryan. “Am I distracting you?”

“What? No, no. No distracting here,” Ryan is quick to say. Geoff starts laughing and Ryan flips him off behind his back.

“Why don’t you go distract Jack,” Ryan says, turning to give Geoff a look. Geoff raises his hands and bows out.

It’s silent for a few seconds. Ryan clears his throat. “You know he was joking, right?”

“I know,” Jon says.

“But,” Ryan says.

Jon’s lips twitch. “But. I don’t know. Do you think I’m a bother to the group?”

“No. Why would you say that?”

Jon shrugs. “I feel like I’m forcing my way into your guy’s group. Like, you’re pitying me and that’s why you allow me to stay.”

They’re silent again. Then Ryan leans towards Jon, grabbing his hand. “I’m glad you’re part of our group. And I have never pitied you.”

Jon looks down at where Ryan’s hand is clasped with his. He smiles. “Thanks.”

Ryan gives his hand a squeeze before letting go. “And I’m pretty sure if any of the lads didn’t like you, they would let you know. Geoff certainly would.”

Jon laughs. “That’s...yeah, that’s true.”

“So face it, Jon. You’re part of the family now. You’re just going to have to get used to it.”

They’re interrupted by shouts. Ryan looks down to see the lads pointing at the distance. Squinting, he can see the outline of land. “Looks like we made it.”

Rainbow Rock is huge. Jon blinks at it. “How have I never heard of this place before?”

“Beats me,” Michael says. The two of them are swimming around, helping Ryan look for a good spot to park as Jeremy and Gavin get the usual spots. “Were you raised under sand?”

“Well, ok, first of all. Rude.”

Michael snorts. “It's true. But that's ok. We're here to educate you.”

“Didn't you mistake a fork for a tiny Triton last week?”

“Shut up.” Michael shoves at him. “Hey, at least I'm not like Jeremy.”

“Whose not like me?” Jeremy calls out, swimming up behind them.

“We were just talking about how stupid you are.”

“Hey!”

“You ate a shoe because you thought it was a fish.”

“...fair.”

Jon looks at him. “Did you really?”

Jeremy shrugs. “It didn't taste half bad.”

Michael gives Jon a look. “I don't know what I see in him.”

Jeremy slings his arm around Michael's shoulders. “Because I'm amazing and wonderful and perfect in every way?”

“Oh, you're something alright.” Michael slaps his hands on Jeremy's hair, pushing him down. Jeremy laughs, floating backward before slapping at Michael with his tail. Michael dodge's before tackling him. The two go spinning.

Jon watches for a few seconds, smiling to himself before he starts to swim away.

“Hey.”

Jon stops, looking over his shoulder. Jeremy and Michael swim up to him. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, um, I thought you guys wanted some alone time-”

“What? You think we were going to fuck?”

“No, no, I-that's not, I just thought-”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Come on, you dummy. Let's continue exploring.”

They move to either side of him, bumping shoulders. Jon smiles.

The lads have goaded Ryan into playing with them as Jon, Geoff, and Jack watch. Geoff sips on a Diet Coke as Ryan gets pulled underwater, Jeremy and Gavin laughing at him. “How did we get stuck with such idiots?”

“Because we are so generous,” Jack says.

“Ah, that must be it.”

Jon flips water up with his tail. “They really are great, though.”

Geoff follows his gaze, smirking. He leans over to elbow him. “Ryan sure looks handsome, huh.”

“What?” Jon’s face goes red. “I guess...if you’re into that sort of stuff.”

“Oh, I think I know who's into that sort of thing.”

Jack sighs. “Geoff lay off him.”

“Aw, but Jack.”

Jon side-eyes them. “Yeah, it’s not like I’m the only one secretly checking out someone.”

Both of them sputter. Neither of them can look each other in the eye, though they’re desperately trying to. Jon laughs at them. Narrowing his eyes, Jack stands up, walks behind them, and shoves Jon off the boat.

Jon pops out of the water, sputtering. He pouts at the two laughing at him.

“Your food looks disgusting.”

“...you are eating a whole raw fish.”

Jeremy waves the fish around. “Yeah, because it’s healthy for you. Look at all that floppy goop your eating. Disgusting.”

Geoff stares at him. “It’s a sandwich!”

Jeremy nods. “That’s what I said. Floppy goop.”

Ryan puts his arm on Geoff’s shoulder. “Ignore him and his uncultured tastes.”

Jeremy snorts. “Well, the jokes on you. I don’t know what that means.”

“I’m pretty sure he called you a dumb-dumb,” Gavin says.

“Oh.” Jeremy pauses. “Hey.”

“Don’t listen to them,” Michael says. “They just haven’t tasted how good we can make fish.”

“You kill fish. And then eat them.”

“Exactly,” Michael says, grinning to show off his teeth.

“What do you think, Jon?” Gavin asks.

Jon looks up. “What?”

“You’ve had both right? Which one is better?”

“I’ve...I’ve never had raw fish,” Jon says.

“What? Why?”

“Because I don’t want to? It looks gross.”

��You have to try it,” Michael says, pushing the fish at him.

“Eh,” Jon says. “I’m good.”

“Wait, why?”

“Because I don’t want to?”

“But you're a mermaid?”

Jon bristles. “I was a human first, you know.”

Everyone stops. Michael backs up a bit. “I’m...sorry. I wasn’t thinking. “

Jon looks away. “That’s ok.”

They eat in silence for a few seconds.

Gavin looks between everyone. Tapping his finger against the fish, he hesitates. “Tell us.”

“What?”

“Tell us about your human life.”

Michael slaps at him. “Idiot, I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk about his life before the transformation-”

“No,” Jon says. “I-I don’t mind. I would love to-I would love to talk about it actually.”

Ryan places a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to. I know it must be hard for you.”

Jon smiles at him, placing his hand on top of his. “It is. But...I haven’t really talked about my life when I was human and I...I don't want to keep it in anymore.”

The group stares at him. Ryan smiles back, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Then tell us all about it.”

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