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thefahc-motheringvampire · 4 years

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What if the fahc got stuck in the penthouse together cause of quarantine and then romance happened

WHAT INDEED. If there’s one thing I know about being stuck somewhere with someone you have chemistry with, it’s that THINGS WILL ABSOLUTELY HAPPEN.

Gonna go ahead and call this the Oh my god they were quarantined AU.

MAVIN: With Mavin, everything would be normal until it’s not. Let’s face it, the lads are bound to get into trouble; videogames can only keep them pacified for so long, and they are both utterly destructive and chaotic forces in their own right. So maybe after pulling one too many pranks, Geoff threatens to ground them if they don’t smarten up, which turns into them having a prank war against each other. Because obviously they can’t just stop. Anyway Gavin gets Michael good (with something simple like getting doused by a bucket of water perched precariously on the top of a door, which is the infuriating thing), Michael gets mad and gives Gavin a chase, gets him trapped and then…One minute Michael is yelling at Gavin, who is squealing and giggling, the next they’re a tangle of limbs and lips on the floor, with Jack telling them to get a room. Which they do. Lots.

JEREMYATT: This one is definitely a slow burn because both of them are soft idiots who are afraid to make the first move. Because like I imagine Matt's pretty introverted, so even though he’s not particularly bothered by the quarantine, what he is bothered by is being in constant close proximity to the other noisy idiots in the penthouse. So he spends a lot of time in his room, playing on his computer or cleaning his weapons, enough that the others tease him about being a moody teenager. But it bothers Jeremy, because Jeremy’s the one who quietly monitors the group to make sure everyone’s having fun. But he wants to respect Matt’s space, right? So he decides the best way to do the solidarity thing is to spend time in his room, across the hall, playing his guitar and trying to guess at the kind of music Matt might like. Sometimes he plays country ballads, sometimes covers of his favourite music, sometimes just instrumentals. But after a bit he begins to second guess himself, and feel dumb about it. He’s probably just bothering Matt. So he stops, and there’s a few days of silence, until there’s a knock on his door one evening and it’s Matt asking if he takes requests (trying to be really suave about it but the blush in his cheeks being a dead give away). So they spend the evening in Jeremy’s room; Jeremy on the bed playing his guitar and singing softly and Matt sitting on the floor listening with his eyes closed. But…um…Matt falls asleep? Because listening to Jeremy is really relaxing, and it’s done wonders for his insomnia. It takes a while for Jeremy to realize it, but when he does he kind of panics because what does he do now? So he stops and waits and hopes Matt will wake up, but he doesn’t. Eventually he decides to just wake Matt up (it’s not like he could pick him up and carry him to his room), and Matt is obviously embarrassed but coyly asks if they can do this tomorrow before he goes back to his room? But like I said they’re both soft idiots so they don’t kiss until the third or fourth time, but at least after that Matt gets to stay asleep once he’s fallen asleep.

JACKEOFF: Bold of you to assume they aren’t already madly in love with each other. The way I see these two is that they’ve already given a run at the whole relationship thing, but decided they were better off as friends. Except with this quarantine, they’re forced to spend a lot of time together (if for no other reason than because bored lads and team hivemind are a handful at the best of times and hiding out together in Geoff’s master suite seemed like the best idea). And with so much time to sit and cuddle and reminisce, they’re bound to think that maybe they oughta give it another shot, right? I mean, they have nothing to lose and maybe something nice to gain? Besides, everyone else in this goddamn penthouse is getting some, why should they be left out? (They really are just better off as friends though, which they’ll redecide once this madness is over, but for now they get to live in the wonderful dream of the two of them together).

I might do some other ships later? I dunno, we’ll see. Pretty clear who my favourite ship is, eh? But thanks for the ask, I love writing about these idiots! If you wanna see a different ship, let me know! I might write it anyway, I have a lot of free time on my hands suddenly!

#ragehappy #oh my god they were quarantined au #fahc #fahc michael #fahc gavin #mavin #fahc jeremy #fahc geoff #fahc jack #jackeoff #fahc fanfiction #writing #ask answered #fahc matt #jeremyatt #edited

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braggwater · 4 years

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Mavin being stuck in a safehouse overnight? maybe some cuddles and caring for wounds? (I love your blog btw)

OOPS this ended up being super long, but I hope you like it! (thank you!!!) “Go, go, go, Gavin, come on!” Michael yells. He pops off another few rounds into the guys that keep appearing from around the corner. “I can’t hold them off forever!” “I’m going as fast as I can, just keep them back!” Gavin keeps fiddling with the safe until it finally cracks open. “Aha!” he exclaims as he starts shoving product and money into their bag. “Come on, come on,” Michael mutters, taking out another thug. There’s at least one more hiding behind the door, but Michael isn’t stupid enough to rush him, not with the rips already in his jacket and jeans from the others.An arm pops out and fires blindly into the room. Michael lets out a loud “Fuck!” when a lucky shot grazes his right arm. It falls uselessly to his side, gun clattering to the ground. Hearing it hit the floor, the gangster takes his chance to move fully around the corner. Michael doesn’t have a chance to move, a chance to hide, but he doesn’t have to. As soon as the man is in full view, there’s a bullet between his eyes. Michael whips around to see Gavin with a full duffel bag on his shoulder, an empty safe behind him, and a golden gun still smoking in his hand.“You okay, boi?” Gavin asks, concern painted on his face. He moves to fuss at Michael’s bleeding arm, but Michael pulls away. “I’ll be fine. Let’s get out of here,” he says. He hisses as he bends to pick up his gun, slinging it over his left shoulder. They move quietly through the building, down the stairs and back out to the street. However, right as they hit the lobby, an alarm goes off. Michael groans. “Fucking fantastic.” Another half a dozen guys come down the stairs from the opposite side of the room. Gavin manages to take out two before his gun clicks, empty, and the pair breaks into a run, slamming out the door and shoving past a few civilians to get to Michael’s Kuruma across the street. The guys don’t stop shooting as Michael dashes around to the passenger side, unable to drive reliably with his arm. Gavin hops in the driver’s seat, tossing the duffel in the back and firing up the engine. As he tears down the street, three trucks pull out of nearby alleys, gunshots littering Michael’s car. From in front of them, police sirens blare. Gavin dodges and weaves through the chaos, doing his best to avoid hitting the approaching cop cars. Michael stays low in his seat to avoid a shot to the head, grateful that no bullets are leaving their car. Not sticking an automatic weapon out the window will lower the police suspicion. It does not, however, get the trucks off their tail. Gavin guns it, pushing the Kuruma to its limits in an attempt to lose the trucks. Michael scans the terrain for a familiar building.They manage to lose the trucks over the hill just as he spots it. “Pull in here,” he instructs. Gavin pulls into the parking lot of the run down mechanic garage, and Michael hits a button in the car that opens it. They pull in, garage door closing behind them just as they hear the trucks speed past. In the second spot of the garage is a junky little sedan. Michael fumbles to get out of the car, struggling to open the door with his still-bleeding arm. “Hey, wait, I got it.” Gavin walks around to open the door for him, freeing Michael. “Is that what we’re taking?” he asks, gesturing to the sedan. Michael nods. “Figure we’ll spend the night somewhere out of the city since they followed us all the way out here. “What about your arm?” Michael pokes at the graze wound, groaning as his fingers brush the torn flesh. His hand comes away wet with hot, fresh blood. He wipes it on his jeans, shrugging Gavin off. “I’ll be okay. Let’s just get to the safe house.” Gavin backs off reluctantly but grabs the keys to the second car anyway. As he’s starting it up, Michael keeps prodding at his wound. As far as he can tell, there aren’t any bullet fragments in it, just a bunch of torn skin and muscle. He’s definitely had worse, he’s pretty sure. He digs in a little deeper, and the world spins around him. His gun falls to the ground again. “Gav-” he gets out weakly, and then the world goes dark. ~~~ The ringing in his ears is overwhelming, dying down slowly before a voice breaks through.“Stay alive, stay alive, don’t you dare die on me, Michael Jones.” Gavin sounds muffled, distant, but the worry is evident. His body aches and his eyes are heavy. The rumble of the sedan deepens the slight ache in the back of his head, and he groans softly when a particularly hard bump in the road jostles him, the pain in his arm flaring sharply. “Sorry, sorry,” Gavin says just before he registers what’s happened. “Michael!” Stay awake, we’re almost to the house.” Michael groans again, and once more as he pries open his eyes to the dying daylight. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Gavin glancing at him worriedly between keeping his eyes on the mountain road. He fights his headache and wooziness to stay awake for the last few minutes of the drive. It’s hard, but he does it. Gavin kills the engine and gets out, moving around the car to help Michael again. He leans heavily on Gavin as they slowly walk to the front door of the shitty little safe house. Gavin leads him to the couch, easing him down onto it. Michael blinks a few times as his vision finally comes fully into focus. Gavin is rustling around in the kitchen, likely searching for first aid supplies. His shirt is torn and stained with blood, baring his tan midriff. Michael’s neck is stiff as he tries to catch a glimpse of his arm where the bullet hit him, which is now wrapped in matching light blue fabric. “Gavin?” he croaks weakly. There’s a small clatter and a soft “dammit” from the kitchen. “Just a second.” The sink runs for a minute before Gavin rejoins Michael on the couch. He sets down a bowl and cloth and some bandages then holds a glass of water to Michael’s lips. It’s the most refreshing thing he’s had in his life, and he gulps it down without coming up for air. Gavin sets the empty glass aside. When he reaches for Michael’s arm, Michael lets him take it. His hands are gentle as he unties the strip of shirt tightly wound around Michael’s bicep, tossing it aside as well. Michael does his best to help with shrugging off his jacket, gritting his teeth and trying not to scream through the pain. It’s searing when Gavin’s fingers even come near the wound, but it has to be tended to properly - or at least as properly as they can do in a safe house. Michael jerks away at the first press of a damp cloth. “Sit still,” Gavin orders, cleaning the dried blood. He gives Michael a stern look when he jerks again. “I’m trying,” he whines. Gavin keeps passing over the crust on his skin without further comment. “You’re not the one who got shot.” “I know, love.” He sets the bloody towel in the bowl of water and picks up a fresh one, patting Michael’s arm dry. “Looks like it’s mostly stopped bleeding now.” It’s tender and intimate as Gavin applies some butterfly bandages, wrapping the gauze bandaging around his bicep. He fastens it before running his fingers through reddish curls. Michael leans gently into it and a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders. “You scared me to damn death, Michael.” Michael returns the hug, wrapping his left arm around Gavin. “Sorry.” He doesn’t know what else to say. Instead, he shifts closer, draping his legs over Gavin’s lap so Gavin is almost cradling him. “M’not going anywhere, you know that, right?” “Yeah.” “I love you, Gavin.” “I love you too, boi.” They sit there, wrapped in each other and the comfortable silence until Gavin groans. “I left the bag at the garage,” Gavin says. Michael sighs before huffing out a laugh. “Of course you did.” He kisses Gavin’s cheek. “It’s not going anywhere, either.”

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notshaylene16 · 4 years

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ayeee can someone recommend me some good achievement hunter fanfic? I’ve just been hit with the mood to read some ah. cheers

#ah #fahc fanfiction #ah fanfiction #achievement hunter #mavin #freewood #please help #wanna read

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numberonetyrantwonderland · 5 years

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Lifesaver. The word repeats in his mind like a joke. She had sounded so relieved to see him, relieved to see an electrician. Certainly not a lifesaver. Eagerly let a stranger inside her home for something she could have easily fixed herself. Having money meant she could easily spend it, have someone do things she didn't want to do. It was his job however, even if it wouldn't pay nearly enough.

Los Santos is dangerous. Yet she lead him into the problem room, leaving him after a few gentle words of small talk. Leaving him alone in her living room. It gave his eyes some time to linger. Glancing over all the expensive looking junk. Junk that could easily be swiped for extra cash.

In this city, grabbing an apartment like this meant you had money. Large open windows viewing the disaster of a city. Pristine white walls with a few square pictures portraying leafy green scenes. One wall a light wood, holding a TV in the middle. Decently dark wood floors with the contrasting white couches and a white rug in the center. Sitting on the rug was a light wooden coffee table with two levels just slightly askew. Glittering in the sunlight, what caught his prying eyes. A small golden bear statue. It couldn't be expensive, but someone would surely buy it for more than he would be paid today.

As he begins to wrap up, a hand reaches out to gently take the decoration, stuffing it in his tool bag. Hopefully it wouldn't get too scuffed up. With those thoughts, the bag is zipped up with no words. Grabbing the handles and standing.

“Ah! Finished already?” a soft voice spoke behind him. She didn't sound cross or suspicious, meaning she didn't see what had just happened. However, his heart still beat loudly in his chest, pounding through his head and causing his stomach to flip. He turns slowly, the woman looking at him with bright eyes and her hand outstretched with money. She wouldn't miss it. Simply wonder where the thing had run off to, but ultimately shrug it off. She misplaced it. She could buy a new one. Throw around more money. “Thank you so much, “ her voice trails off as she tries to remember his name.

Giving her no time to ask, he moves forward and grabs the money. “Daniel Hills, “ he says with a forced smile. The fake name he used for every job, avoiding Michael. Avoiding anyone recognizing him. Without waiting for anymore small talk, Michael leads himself to the exit. She follows soundlessly, closing the door as he leaves.

The hallways bared the same image as the apartment. Clean. Modern. Expensive. He wanted nothing more to do with this place. Moving with only the gentle taps of his shoes against the floor, towards the elevator. Once inside, he pushes the lobby button multiple times until the doors fully close, stepping back and waiting. Instead of going all the way down, the elevator dings and opens halfway through. It lets on a skinny looking man. Stopping as the doors open, he runs his fingers through his blond hair. His hand moves down his face for a minute, Michael noting his unfortunate large nose. Eyes shift on him with an intent Michael couldn't read. The gaze takes the former aback slightly, making him uncomfortably shift closer to the wall to allow more room. He enters, eyes moving from Michael's curly brown hair to his electrician uniform.

Only a few seconds pass, the doors close, and the air becomes tighter. Michael's stomach twists tightly. The grip on his bag tightens. Thoughts roll through his head as the elevator takes its time. If the kid tried anything, he could take him. On jobs, Michael never took his knife, suddenly regretting that decision now. Usually the jobs he took were pretty safe and he didn't need to defend himself too harshly. His fists could certainly be enough on the scrawny excuse of man though. Michael looks towards him again, eyes still strongly adhered to him.

“I could kill you right now, “ he threatens before he could stop himself. The words were spat like poison, accompanied by the slight twitch of his arms, hands balled into tight fists. Eyes on him were unmoving despite the threat, they almost shown with amusement. Suddenly a smile formed on the others lips. A smug expression causing more anger to bubble in Michael's chest.

“I'm sure you could, “ he finally says, a strong British accent pushing through. His hands reach into his pockets. Michael tenses up. Golden rimmed sunglasses make their way to Michael's sight as he watches him put them on in a fluid motion. The elevator door opens as if the result of such action. Bright sunlight filters through quickly.

Michael pushes past the other, moving swiftly out and towards the glass doors of the lobby. The exit. Footsteps ring behind him after a few moments and a heavy hand grips his shoulders. Michael growls audibly, moving out of reach of the touch whilst turning around.

“Gavin.”

That caught him off guard, causing only one stupid word to tumble from his jaws, “What?”

The other man, Gavin presumably, huffs slightly as if the entire situation was funny. “The name’s Gavin Free you twit, “ he repeats, though with more annoyance, still a gentle and playful twinge. He didn't give Michael any time to answer before he pulled out a small card, a grin breaking through his face. “Give us a call, yeah? I've seen your handy work, “ Gavin says, holding out the paper as he continued. “Not to mention, you're quite the character.”

Hesitation plagues Michael as they stand in the middle of the lobby. People pass, saying nothing, noticing nothing. Here was a man he's never met before speaking of his work. Admittedly, he couldn't rule out working for one of his friends. However, the odd feeling clung to his stomach. Refused to let go. Leaving Gavin holding his arm out expectantly, Michael takes another step back.

“You've seen my work?”

“I see everything Michael Jones, “ he says in a hushed tone, Michael's name rolling off his lips with a smirk. It made the other freeze, hands clenched once more into fists. Gavin moves forward, slipping the card in a pocket on his shirt. Suddenly, Michael had his free hand curled around the collar of Gavin’s shirt, pulling him closer to his face.

Mere inches apart, brows furrowed, mouth open in almost a snarl. “Excuse me?” he whispers in a low voice. A small squawk exits the mouth of the British man, Michael stares at himself as the glasses hide Gavin’s eyes. It only fueled the situation. His fingers wrapped tighter around the fabric.

“Trust me, you don't want to pass this up boi, “ Gavin says in a whisper. “We've got work for you, that pays well. “ At the mention of money, Michael lets his grip loosen slightly. Before he could ask exactly how much they were talking, the man struggles free and smooths out his shirt. Michael blinks as Gavin begins to make his way towards the exit. “Call the number on the card, “ he waves over his shoulder as he talks. A few seconds pass before Gavin finally leaves. Leaves Michael in the middle of the lobby with a strange card in his shirt.

Finally, he takes it out, mulling over it with seething eyes. It was a simple black card with a green logo at the top middle. Directly below that read 'The Fakes’. The Fakes. It wasn't something that clearly rang bells, but Michael was sure he heard the stupid name before.

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amywoolner · 4 years

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So I started posting my Fake AH Crew fic on AO3! Check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24892804/chapters/60230740

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myfanficsbringtheboystotheyard · 5 years

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Looking for a AH/RT fanfic I read a long time ago?

I don’t remember a lot but it was Geoff,jack, and Ryan were adults and criminals. Gavin, Michael, and ray we’re kids and from some agency that trained children to be criminals. I don’t remember much of the plot except there was a big party at some point where the kids went undercover as the adults ACTUAL children and not children from said agency.

#roosterteeth #acheivement hunter #fake ah crew #fahc #fanfic #freewood fanfic #mavin fanfiction #mavin #freewood #geoff jack ryan #michael gavin ray

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crithaus · 7 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter/Funhaus RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gavin Free/Michael Jones Characters: Gavin Free, Michael Jones, Dan Gruchy Additional Tags: Fake AH Crew, FAHC, Gavin is good at three things, Hacking, Manipulating, and sex, not feelings tho Summary:

Gavin really likes Michael The problem? Gavin really really likes Michael

Yo, I wrote this as a commission and then I added some more stuff to this and now here you go

#fahc #fake ah crew #mavin #ragehappy #my fanfiction

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danthedanestsaur · 7 years

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!!PROMPTS!!

hello friends im currently on school holidays so now is the time for all your fanfic needs! Keep reading to find out more

What i write:

-Smut

-Angst

-Fluff

-Humour

-ANYTHING TBH

Fandoms:

-Harry Potter (All ships, All eras)

-Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter (All ships - except if it contains someone who has specified that they don't want to be in fan fiction)

im down to do other fandoms but those are the ones i know best :D

Filled prompts will be posted on AO3 and be 500+ words (unless specified to be shorter)

Just send me an ask or message!

#Harry Potter #ragehappy #fanfiction #writing prompts #prompts #ships #gay #prompt fill #Raywood #mavin #drarry #geovin #fahc #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar #help me im bored

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gouacheboy · 7 years

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For combined day 3 and 4 of my @mavinweek I got accidentally too busy to do one everyday,,, [and today is day 5 I cri ]

Title - A Heist for two

Summary - One night Michael and Gavin decide to go solo on a gem heist.

Word count - 1,600

Rating - T

read below or on AO3

The air was cool on his sweating skin. The current passed over his cheek and around the curve of his mouth as he grinned. With shining eyes he looked next to him where his partner was crouched beside him. His golden sunglasses were cracked and one of the lenses popped out earlier, not that he cared. His bleach blonde locks of hair had been swept back so many times that they stuck up at odd angles. His face was dirtied with action. He shouted something to Michael with a grin on his face, his gold tooth glinted in the light. He didn’t hear what he’d said as the drone of the helicopter blades filled his mind.

They were sat on the main part of the helicopter, Geoff had just picked them up from a building that was going down. His boyfriend glowed in the orange light of fire. Michael put his hand on the cold surface of the aircraft, gripping a pole that ran along the ground. He looked at Gavin softly. He cupped his cheek. Gavin mirrored his action. Michael leaned in and made their mouths meet, it was gentle. The building crashed down behind them. The many floors crumbling down to one rocky level.

Gavin fell back against the interior wall of the helicopter and Michael pursued, his hand now encompassing Gavin's on their hold of the pole. He reached down with his other hand and held his waist. Michael felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. Jeremy was shouting something at them. Michael shook his head back at him with a smirk and went back to Gavin.

Before long they were back at Geoff’s penthouse and the noise of the blade died down. “You guys are freakin’ animals!.” Jeremy commented as he hopped off the helicopter. “You don’t see Ryan and Ray up to that shit in front of everyone.”

“We weren’t up to anything rims.” Michael said, helping Gavin off the floor. “We got caught up in the moment, right babe?.”

“That’s right.” He licked Michael’s cheek jokingly and Michael laughed. Jeremy didn’t. Jeremy glared. Michael laughed harder.

“You’re just a bunch of-”

“Animals?.” Michael suggested.

“Gays?.” Gavin offered.

They shared a swift high five. “Way to go babe.” Michael said. He turned to Jeremy. “You don’t really care if we make out in front of you. You’re just jealous.”

“Whatever!.” Jeremy said, waving the argument off because he knew Michael was right. He stormed away.

The helicopter door clicked and Geoff climbed out. “Jeremy’s being pissy lately right?.” Geoff grumbles, looking off into the direction he’d gone. “We’ll all be better off when Kat gets back.” He patted Michael on the back as he passed.

Michael turned to Gavin, “got any injuries?.”

“Nope, you?.”

“Just the usual.” He shrugged. This meant bruising. Lots of it. And mainly on his knuckles.

“Show me hands you brute.” Gavin said, pulling Michael's hands up to him. Sure enough the cuts and bruises were there. Gavin tutted and dragged Michael to his room. They both kept a supply of bandages and disinfectant, among other things. These stocks only existed for the other person and was only used when the other was hurt.

Gavin hummed as he wrapped the white fabric over Michael's knuckles. Michael gazed at Gavin a he took care of his hands. “Aaand one.”

“Thanks babe.” Michael said, giving his hand a peck. “What now?.”

“I’m still hyped from earlier.” Gavin said. “Wanna do a quick heist?. Just us.”

Michael nodded. “Yup. Where to?.”

“Los Santos Jewelers. I’ve had my eye on ‘em for months. Their security’s gotten much worse since that Peralta dude left.”

“So it’s a simple jewels heist.”

“Well we’re not going for the spunking display pieces. Rumour has it they keep their best gems in a vault and I happen to have the location of said vault.

Michael grinned. It was set. They sprang up from Gavin’s bed and rushed down garage. The brushed past Jeremy who yelled. “Watch it!!.” after them. Their laughter echoed around the hallways, along with the clatter of their feet against the ground. Michael chased Gavin, hot on his heel the entire way.

They entered to code at the door (thanks to Ray it was 1337) and went inside. They shared a look at the head of the room. “Motorbike.” They said in unison. They ran down to where thy were kept. the y opted for one that was entirely black apart from the Fake Achievement hunter Logo embossed on the front. Michael jumped on. “C’mon boi.”

“Why do you get to drive?.” Gavin asked indignantly.

“Because last time you got us stuck between a telephone pole and a wall.”

“Fair.” Gavin joined Michael and wrapped his arms around his waist. They took off out of the garage door and instantly their hearts spiked again. Michael felt a sense of freedom as they raced down the streets. The street lamps glowed through the darkness and the city burned bright with the light of technology. The engine roared as Michael screeched around a dangerous corner, from behind him he heard a whoop of joy. He revved the machine, making it’s pace like that of heart.

All too soon they made it to the store. They slowed down as they approached on the opposite side of the street. Michael pulled into an alleyway. They stowed the bike there and made their way over to the store.

“What’s the plan?.” Michael asked. The only reason he ever asked for a plan was because he knew Gavin liked to tell it to him.

“I’m going to hack the mainframe and get the security down. Then we have to deal with the physical security. Two dudes named Norman and Chris are on tonight. Fuck ‘em up boi.”

“Roger that boi.” Gavin threw an ear piece to Michael. He caught it easily and put it in.

“Should be about five minutes before you can go in.” Gavin said.

Michael kissed Gavin’s cheek. “I’ll ready up.” That meant he would wait outside the door until Gavin gave the okay. He rushed off around the back of the building. There was a big black door with a silver keypad glowing green and awaiting a code. Michael crouched behind a small concrete wall and waited.

Through his earpiece he heard Gavin’s furious typing. Eventually he heard one last confident punch of a key and Gavin's spoke, “We’re in.” he said. “The code is 5794… The alarms and cameras will be disabled for five minutes, go, I’ll catch up.” By the time he’d finished that sentence Michael was already inside. “The first guy is on the right. Down the hallway. He’s 5’8 and burly.”

Michael edged down the hallway and peeked around the corner. The guard was stood in front of an important looking door and he had a sour look on his face. Michael smiled. He stepped out in plain view. “Hello.” he said. The moment in which the guard was completely dazed was enough for Michael to reach him before he could touch his gun. He grabbed his arm and pulled him towards his knee. He pushed him back, still holding his left arm. He reared his arm back and smacked it into his face. There was a glorious crack. Blood poured from his nose. Michael put his forearm across his chest and pinned him against the door. Then he ducked.

BANG.

Head-shot. Michael smirked over his shoulder. “I knew you’d be there. C’mon.”

Gavin wet to his side. “Watching you fight always gives me the horn.”

Michael raised his eyebrows. “You’re a kinky fuck.”

Gavin tutted . “you’ve ruined your bandages boi. I’ll shoot the next one.”

“No fun.” Michael chuckled, he didn’t really care he’d had enough fun already. “Okay but you gotta hold my hand.” Gavin took Michael's hand in his and they went down through the door. There was a small gap between them and the next door. On the other side was the vault. In front of that vault was Chris.

“This next guy’s a hefty fucker. 6’1 and he’s basically a muscle mass.” Gavin said. Michael signaled he understood. “One… two… three!”

They burst into the room. The guard was already prepared. He fired a shot. Michael had anticipated it. They dived forward behind a desk. The guard shot two more bullets. The desk absorbed them. Gavin stared at Michael. He smirked. They shared a quick kiss and Gavin darted up. With a swift bang, the guard was gone.

“Nice work babe.” Michael said.

They made their way to the vault. It wasn’t much hassle to open and when they were inside they knew they hit the mother-load. Mounds of precious stones filled the room. Gavin threw his bag on the ground. They filled every pocket with the gems -they even filled their jeans and jackets. Just as they finished they heard sirens. “Time to make our escape Michael boi.”

Their escape was ridiculously easy, they just went the way they came. Gavin had set it up so that the front alarms went off. All the cops were at the front door while they slipped out the back. They walked across the road casually passing over twenty cops with millions of dollars worth of gems in their possession.

They got onto the bike and Gavin nuzzled into Michael’s shoulder. “That was fun.”

“It sure was boi. It sure was.” Michael revved the engine. They rode off into the night, another successful heist under their belts.

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