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nescamonster · 5 years

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Battle a Buddies angst, maybe supernatural/werewolf/vampire au? Also potentially in fahc? I’m just trying to cram as much in as possible, sorry

Oh I am all for it lol, love me some angst and hell yeah throw in some supernatural in there that’s awesome!

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Jeremy roared in anger, throwing himself against the silvered door, again and again, no matter how much it burnt. The smell of singed fur filled the tiny room and blood smeared each time the werewolf smashed against it. Finally, Ryan had enough and grabbed Jeremy’s arm, pulling him back.

The wolf turned its head to snarl down at him, yellow circled iris of deep brown filled with rage, pain and fear. Ryan pressed a hand into the fur of his jaw, rubbing his snout in a tiny circle movement, “Jeremy, please… It’s time to breath.”

As the werewolf heaved with large breaths, the eyes turned sad, the grief rising into the wolven expression before he started to shrink. Wolf fur fell out, turning to wisps of smoke before hitting the ground. likewise his sharp teeth and his whole tail dissipated as underneath the man was revealed.

As Jeremy came back to himself, he looked up at the sky, no ceiling in this prison cell they were kept in. the stars were fading, and orange tinged the edge of the expanse. He looked back to Ryan, still breathing heavy, his shoulder itchy as skin closed over the silver burns, “Ryan…”

“I know.” Ryan didn’t have to glance up to know morning was coming, and there was no where for a vampire to hide in this space from the sunlight’s unforgiving gaze, “Will you sit with me?”

Jeremy nodded, fighting back tears as he yanked Ryan into the tightest hug he could manage. Ryan gave a grunt as Jeremy squeezed all the air out of him, but he didn’t need to breath anyway so he simply hugged him back. Any human would have broken under the pressure each gave but neither were troubled by it.

they sunk to their knees still embraced as the shadows started to peel away from the wall opposite the sun. Jeremy’s head was buried against Ryan’s chest, but with his chin on the werewolves head, Ryan watched the light slid down towards them, “The guys are coming. They will find you.”

Jeremy growled wordlessly into Ryan’s chest.

“I’m sorry.” Ryan breathed into Jeremy’s hair, knowing the wolf didn’t want to hear about how he’d outlive the immortal in his arms, “I’m so sorry…”

Jeremy looked up, desperation on his face, “What if I go wolf? and like, curl up over you?”

Ryan shook his head, “It doesn’t work like that. Once the sun finds a Vampire, it spreads from that point. My people have died from leaving a hand exposed too long. It’s like fire. Once it catches, you have to put it out.”

“Well let’s put it out then!” Jeremy demanded stubbornly, “What do we need? water? I can… Ah, I’ll lick whatever spot gets got!”

Ryan cupped his face, running a thumb over the scruff of his cheek, trying to ignore the creep of sun that had now touched the floor, “How can you douse me when your shading me? No Jeremy… I’m so sorry you have to be here for-”

“STOP SAYING YOU’RE SORRY!” Jeremy shouted, eyes closing and chin tucking, “Stop apologising for being MURDERED!”

Ryan cradled his head, bringing it to his chest, shushing softly, starting to rock him as Jeremy growled and then broke into a keening whine, placing a hand over Ryan’s forearm, “I should have known it was an ambush. I should have smelt it, heard something, did some-”

“They were prepared for us. This crew did their homework. Never blame yourself,” Ryan moved so he was holding Jeremy’s face inches form his own, looking into those deep brown eyes he loved, “You understand me? Never, blame, yourself.”

Jeremy’s eyes welled and he nodded, crushing himself into Ryan once more. Ryan’s eye’s were painfully dry as he curled around Jeremy and watched death sneak across the floor towards him.

If Vampires could cry, Jeremy would be soaked…

#prompt #supernatural au #jeremy #ryan #jeremwood #fahc au #i like to think just before he ashes #the crew save them #or you know #find jeremy sitting in ashes #open ended #you decide

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vagrantblvrd · 5 years

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The Manner of Things (1/?)

Summary: Michael’s meeting Gavin for bevs after a long day, and true to form the little shit’s running late.

Notes: Prompt fill for Anon asked for something involving this post. :D?

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 ||

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Michael’s meeting Gavin for bevs after a long day, and true to form the little shit’s running late.

Hasn’t answered any of the increasingly angrier texts he’s sent him, which isn’t immediate reason for worry, even with the kind of shit Gavin can get himself into without proper supervision.

He could have gotten caught up in any of the million and one “projects” he has going at any given time and lost track of time. Forgotten to charge his phone or left it in his car and not realized it. (That one’s a stretch considering Michael's half-convinced Gavin would up and die if he wasn’t on the damn thing at least once an hour.)

Point is, there’s no reason to go worrying about him just yet.

Maybe if there was a breaking news story interrupting whatever game is playing on the television over the bar, that could be a reason to worry. (God knows Gavin’s been the source of those a few times in the past.)

So.

Michael eyes the beer he’s been working on, watered down as hell and honestly disgusting and gets up to get something better. Weaves his way between tables and cheerful enough idiots threaded through the place here and there other people who are varying degrees of drunk.

Pulls up short when one asshole in particular pinballs between his table and the back of some poor bastard's chair in front of him, loud and obnoxious and no apologies for any of it as he staggers away. Michael scowls after him, looking down to where someone’s coat has been knocked off the back of his chair to land over Michael’s feet.

The damn thing’s heavier than it looks when he picks it up. This black leather jacket with fur trim around the collar. Real fur going by how ridiculously soft it is against his skin, and Michael may or may not run his fingers through the fur before he looks up to find the owner.

Ridiculously good looking guy with gorgeous eyes, hair pulled up in an artfully messy man bun and this look on his face that’s somewhere between horrified and bitterly resigned, which.

Michael’s not some high-class motherfucker, but going by the guy’s expression you’d think he’s the shit you’d scrape off the bottom of your shoe after traipsing through the sewers or something.

Any shred of good will or whatever the hell Michael might have had for the guy goes right out the window at that.

“Take better care of your shit, asshole,” he says, and tosses the damn coat at him.

Not quite at his face, but it’s not like Michael could miss considering they’re within arm’s reach of each other.

Michael doesn’t stick around for the asshole's reaction, just makes his way out to the street to let Gavin know not to bother heading to the bar and goes home.

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Michael’s not enough of a name yet in Los Santos to have to worry too much about any enemies he might have made in the city coming after him.

Not like goddamned Gavin and the toes he happily steamrollers over like it’s a damn Olympic event, or the handful of people Michael likes well enough to give a shit if they land themselves in how water.

He’s pretty much a non-entity here, and likes it that way. Doesn’t have to worry about getting a knife in his back or worse every waking moment, so -

“The fuck.”

The guy from the bar who seemed disgusted to even be breathing same air as Michael is at his front door. Has this awkward, uncomfortable looking smile on his face and looks like he’s about to puke.

“Hi?” he says, giving Michael this pathetic little wave like he has no idea what he’s doing. “Uh. I don’t know if you remember me, but - “

Michael's eyes narrow as he looks the guy over.

Big guy, well built. Doesn’t seem like he’s about to haul off and murder the hell out of Michael, but you can never tell with people in this city.

“You’re the asshole from the bar,” Michael says flatly. And then, because it’s a valid question. “Did you fucking follow me home?”

The asshole laughs, a sheepish ha, ha, ha, thing as he looks away - and most importantly - doesn’t deny it.

“The fuck.”

The asshole does that awkward little laugh again. Shoves a small box at Michael and backs up a step, hopeful edge to that smile this time.

The smart thing to do here is throw the damn box in the idiot’s face and slam the door. Hell, use the gun he’s holding just out of the guy’s line of sight – scare him off if nothing else, but.

Michael likes his apartment, shitty as it is. It had been hard enough finding a place like it for the amount of rent his landlord’s asking for, and the neighbors aren’t nosy fucks.

It would suck to cause some kind of ruckus that would force him to get a new place because of this asshole.

Michael opens the box, not really sure what to expect, and -

“The fuck.”

The asshole laughs again, all sheepish awkward moron about it, and Michael looks up at him. Sees the way the guy’s rubbing the back of his head, is actually blushing as he avoids making eye contact like a pro.

“Is this what I fucking think it is?”

Michael doesn’t have much personal experience with engagement rings, but it’s pretty obvious what he’s holding is.

“Well,” the asshole says, suddenly shy as he looks up at Michael through his eyelashes. “After last night, I thought you might appreciate getting married by human customs as well.”

What.

Chapter 2

#myan #ragehappy #fahc au #prompt fills #anon #Kings of Nowhere #vagrant fic #supernatural elements #selkies #the manner of things #:D?

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monarchisms · 3 years

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Heya Erlande! I'm working on revising a supernatural FAHC AU, since I wrote out a full fic outline last year in the summer and then the fucking Haywood thing happened and put me off of reworking it for a while. I figured that, while I was rooting out all the bad stuff, I could integrate the newest and still missing member of AH, Ky! But I haven't been watching a ton of vids recently so I'm not sure what to make her. I thought something aquatic to match with Fi and Lindsay but idk. Thoughts?

i know you mentioned aquatic creatures and shit, but just off of her vibes alone, the first thing i thought of for ky was a werewolf lol

i'm literally just looking at a list of well-known supernatural beings right now, and the other one i really like besides a werewolf is a fairy. like, anything that's feisty and energetic is something that fits ky well, in my opinion :)

#anyone else is free to share their thoughts of course #Anonymous #ask box 360

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cool-loser · 4 years

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FAHC collection update

So to make it easier for people to find all my fahc aus I made a collection so that it’s easier to find specifics

that said, I also write most of these at 3am so if I’m missing any send it to me and I’ll add it as I update this

Immortal Au Bits

These are the little stand-alone headcanons

Random Headcanons

Random Headcanons pt. 2

Betting buddies bit

Sniper Matt

Alfredo in school

Matt’s a Freak

Personal rant

Matt bit

Mechanic

Matt stop holding down the horn

Team Murder

Torture bit

The worst way to die

Friends in high places

Ryan’s hair

Meet Fiona

Respawn time

Kidnapped the most

Matt can be scary

Forgot they need a hacker

Story Driven Headcanons

These are more story driven but in the sense that there’s an underlying plot in them

The cough

First Death

Body counts

Glitches

Sick

Matt’s Sick

Alfredo finds out

Alfredo tells the team

Matt’s Cancer

Fahc Swap

These are like story bits, I also did fanart for it check out @cool-art-loser if you want to see them

Part 1 - how it starts/who’s who

Part 2 - Outfits

Part 3 - Planning

Part 4 - They fuck it up

Connected Au

Common thread

The mirror

Here are any other headcanons I make

Yeah that’s pretty much it

Haunter

small boat au

King Midas au

Supernatural au

Aliens

Alien headcanons

#my art #My AU #Achievement Hunter #ragehappy #FAHC #fahc gavin

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rpmaniac · 5 years

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Yer a wizard, Geoffrey

#achievement hunter sims #fahc #fake ah crew #ah supernatural au #fahc supernatural au #the sims 4 #ts4 #rip michael

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silly-bean · 4 years

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Partially because I like to come up with new ideas instead of being productive and doing my classwork and partially because I get inspired by everything, I now have a decent number (please don’t ask how many) of AH AU ideas...

So, I’d like to introduce something I like to call my Coins/Duality AU. I came up with this idea when I was watching a Team Love & Stuff compilation and they’re having the weird body-swapping debate and Ryan says “My body might have gotten up to a lot of things without me knowing about it”.

It’s a fahc au with a pinch of supernatural elements, and, by a pinch, I mean there’s supernatural creatures like demons and stuff, but they’re mostly thought to be legends and stuff. Basically, Ryan ran into some trouble with the law or something (haven’t figured out exactly what happened yet) and, because he’s extra and knows about demons and stuff since his family’s involved with the supernatural (and has been for generations), he summons a demon to fix whatever happened and, as part of the deal (because, “Oh no, I’m sure we can work something out where you don’t need to give your soul”) the demon possesses Ryan, but only has full control when the sun is down. So, to get away from the mess of a life he’s made (as well as to help mitigate how long the demon’s able to do stuff because southern west coast gets a lot of daylight), he moves to Los Santos and works as an IT guy and just makes sure that he gets home before dark. Of course, because it’s never that simple, the demon gets bored and takes advantage of the crime to make more deals and cause general mischief and stuff at night, making sure to get the body back to bed before dawn. Eventually, the demon gets caught up in some kind of legit criminal activity and they get hired by some gang as a hitman and it just spirals from there and pretty soon there’s this mercenary called The Vagabond running around in the dark and Ryan’s pretty sure of what’s going on especially with the random wounds and bruises that definitely weren’t there when he gave up control, but he continues to just live his life.

#ragehappy #new au #i have a problem #coins au #duality au #i need to decide on a name #ryan #fahc #not a fic yet #demons

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sorcererinthestars · 3 years

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Werewolf Jeremy who’s extremely protective of the crew but not in control of when he shifts. In wolf form he can’t hold a gun or help with heists so instead he plays guard dog when they get back, staying in somebody’s room to alert them with barks if anything happens so they can sleep feeling safe. The only problem is he gets very flustered when somebody goes to sleep with a big scary guard wolf on their bed and wakes up with a very human lil J cuddled up to them in his sleep (nobody else in the crew is complaining though)

This is a beautiful mental image. I love big puppy J!

Coming back from a heist always meant no one could sleep even though everyone was exhausted. They always had blood on them, sticky and red-turning-brown, stuff they couldn’t shake off their skin even if they wanted to. They could scrub it off, but the stain always lasted. Even if they were all some sort of terror that lurked in a normal mortal’s dreams, blood still startled and spooked them. This was their escape, their way to stick it to normal humans who had hurt and manipulated them their whole lives, but it still led to dark nights of confusion and nightmares. For Jeremy, who shifted into a wolf whenever he felt too protective, his job was always to act as a big fluffy cushion for those with the worst nightmares. Post heist, normally he always came back as a wolf, blood and viscera on his claws and against his teeth. He would wash himself off with big laps of his tongue and then pick his victim - normally, whoever he was sharing a safehouse with. Together, they would make it from the main room to the shower, where J would sleep curled up in front of the door until his housemate would be as clean as they could be, and then together they’d enter the bedroom. J would flop onto the bed. In wolf form, he’d take up solidly half of it. The other Fake would crawl in next to him, snuggling up to his puppy fur and feeling his tongue lap against the side of their face. While it would be somewhat bizarre as a human, this snuggling wasn’t thought about twice as J was ultimately just a big dog. They’d fall asleep all tangled together, Jeremy keeping his keen wolf senses out for danger and the other feeling protected and warm against the body of the wolf. However, somewhere in the night, J would change back and they’d wake up every post-heist morning cuddled together, human to human, skin to skin. What amused every crew member is how red Jeremy could go when they wake up and find each other cuddled up. Everyone swears to secrecy, even if it happens more than once. Everyone ends up telling the others when Jeremy’s not around. It probably takes five or six times of flustered embarrassment before someone - probably Michael or Gavin - just yanks Jeremy back into their bed and curls up closer to him when he starts to huff and puff early in the morning. He tries to protest, but they just assure him that they knew what they were getting into when they cuddled with the puppy and he was warm and cozy and no one was fucking getting up yet, thank you very much.

If Jeremy curls back up red in the face and awkward but loving the warm cozy bodies of the others, than he won’t say anything about it. <3

#ragehappy #fahc #supernatural au #my writing #this is so adorable thank you #remember: reblogs over likes keep fandoms alive...

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shadeofazmeinya · 5 years

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Monster FAHC where they're all at like a weapons deal of some description and things are starting to go south and the guy they're talking to pulls out a little silver thing and blows into it and they're like 'What?' until the resident werewolves Michael and Jeremy fall to the floor with their hands pressed desperately to their ears and the crew realizes it's a dog whistle

I absolutely should be sleeping but this idea is so great I had to answer right away.

But yessss I love this whole idea!! Poor boys, its an awful feeling hearing that. One that makes their whole body stiffen and go rigid, pain filling their heads and even whines escaping their throats as the fall to the ground. And as horrid as it is for them to deal with it, it terrifies whoever else is with them because their boys are suddenly down and not able to fight. And whoever this is that they were trying to deal with knows enough how to disable them. Especially if they went on a deal where they were supposed to be the ones protecting Gavin and now he’s alone with these deal going worse and worse.

The boys fight the pain and the sound as best they can, desperate to get out their guns and protect the boi but its hard to fight it. Though its also good Gav’s badass in his own way and able to protect them in turn, quick with his own pistol, proving even with being the human of the three of them he’s still damn skilled.

Though really all Gavin needs to do is shoot the person with the whistle and his boys snap back up and don’t hold back when they get their revenge against them all. Maybe it was a deal Geoff had warned them before they went that they needed to get this deal done without death but then again Geoff isn’t there in the moment and the boys aren’t going to hold back.

And the end of the bloodbath, Gavin almost wants to keep the whistle but Michael yanks it out of his grasp and breaks it with a snarl. They’re a little more careful after that and Gavin tries to adjust the comms they use to also block out high pitches like that. At least as best he can get it working.

#supernatural fahc #werewolf au #werewolf michael #werewolf jeremy #fake ah crew #fahc #i know u probably meant this silly #but the Angst #oh man the Angst #if gav got hurt and they weren't able to protect him?#oh MAN #Anonymous

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miss-ingno · 5 years

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Commission: Barking Up The Wrong Tree

Fandom: ragehappy/fahc Ship: Geoff & Everyone (gen) Words: 2.3k Tags: everyone is werewolves, except Geoff, Detective Geoff-a-chu, Werewolf (the game)

Summary: Geoff's got a bone to pick with the crew. Once he finds out who's the secret werewolf, anyway.

Commissioned by @vagrantblvrd based on this snippet. Thank you, dear <3

Read here on Ao3.

“Alright you fuckers, fess up,” Geoff yelled as he entered the living room. He held up a three piece suit on a hanger. The pants’ legs and jacket were covered in greyish white fur. “Which of you assholes smuggled a fucking dog into the penthouse?!”

A beat of silence. Geoff’s face was flushed, his expression livid. The others looked at each other. Gavin snickered, clamping a hand over his mouth. Michael caught his eye and snorted. Jack raised his hand and coughed into his fist, mirth dancing in his eyes. Trevor giggled, the sound muffled by his palm. Jeremy rammed his elbow into his side, grinning maniacally. Ryan raised his brows at him, the tension rising as they looked everywhere but at Geoff.

“Well?!” Geoff demanded, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.

The dam broke, the crew falling into peals of laughter.

“It’s not funny, you assholes!” Geoff screeched, setting them off again.

With a pout, he tossed the ruined suit at Ryan’s head, who ducked at the last second to avoid the metal hanger. Geoff flopped into an empty armchair and glowered at them.

“Are you finished soon?” he asked peevishly once the laughter started dying down. Matt looked at him, struggling to keep a straight face.

“I don’t know, boss,” he said, and everyone held their breath to listen. “Are you sure you’re not a secret furry?”

Geoff sputtered. For some reason, that set everyone off again. Possibly because they were all children, Geoff thought uncharitably.

“I’m not a fucking werewolf, dumbass,” Geoff protested loudly to be heard over the din. “I’d have told you idiots if I were!”

Abruptly, the laughter broke off. The others looked at each other uncomfortably. Geoff sat up, narrowing his eyes. He hadn’t expected that reaction. The gears started turning in his head, going back over what he said. He wasn’t a werewolf - but was someone else? He glanced from face to face, imagining their expressions to mean guilt at being caught, at lying to him. Did everyone know about the secret werewolf? Everyone but him?

Geoff straightened, feeling vaguely offended. He opened his mouth-

“Are you sure you’re not the werewolf, Geoff?” Lindsay interrupted him, and Geoff snapped his mouth shut so quick his teeth clicked. He turned to her with an incredulous look. “How can we be sure? It could be anyone.”

Michael rolled his eyes and elbowed Lindsay’s side. “Because he’s not playing, idiot.”

“Playing?” Geoff asked, confused and miffed. “Playing at what?”

“Werewolf,” Lindsay repeated with a mischievous grin. The tension seemed to be sucked out of the room as everyone relaxed. Ryan chuckled and shook his head, Jack muttered into his beard. Geoff just stared at her, not comprehending.

“Geoff, the game, Geoff,” Gavin piped up, grinning bright and happy. “You know? Everyone is villagers except for the secret werewolf.”

There was a weird emphasis on the word ‘werewolf’ that seemed to suggest it did not mean the not-so-mythical man-creature. Geoff squinted at his crew. Everyone knew werewolves existed amongst humans, it wasn’t that big a secret, but no one knew one personally. It was always the friend of a friend of a relative kinda deal. He’d never heard of a game based on the fact, though. And more importantly...

“What does that have to do with my ruined suit?”

“It’s a clue,” Lindsay informed him cheerfully. “The werewolf must have left it, duh.”

“Guess you’re part of the game now, Geoffers,” Gavin said lightly.

“Game,” Geoff repeated with gritted teeth. “Game. I’ll show you game! I’m gonna find out which of you fuckers did this and- and-”

Abruptly he stood up, snatching his suit back from Ryan’s grubby paws, glaring suspiciously at him. Ryan held up his hands in surrender, bemused smile on his face.

“It’s not me.”

Geoff narrowed his eyes and poked his chest in warning.

“We’ll see,” he hissed before turning on his heel and stalking out of the room.

“That’s the spirit!” Jack called after him jovially. Geoff muttered obscenities under his breath.

He would find out who and what this werewolf was before the week was over, or his name wasn’t Geoff Ramsey!

***

They sat in a car on the way to meet with potential allies. Geoff fidgeted with the sleeves of his suit, plucking a grey dog hair off the coat. Even though he’d moved the ruined suit to the dry-cleaner immediately, the hair was still turning up everywhere. He twirled the hair between his fingers, frowning. He was no expert on dogs, but the hair was curly and pretty long so… from a husky maybe?

“Hey Jack?”

“Yes, Geoff?”

Geoff cut his oldest friend in the crew a considering look. Jack was focussed on the road, roaring down the highway well past the speed limit.

“You’d tell me if you were the werewolf, right?”

Jack chuckled. “Of course, Geoff.”

Geoff pursed his lip and went back to staring at the hair. He couldn’t tell if that was Jack’s genuine or Jack’s sarcastic voice.

***

The lads were all wearing name tags.

Geoff had no idea why, but he’d focussed on ignoring them all day, he couldn’t just ask now. Jeremy snickered, and Michael giggled, and then Gavin squawked. Geoff glanced at them from the corner of his eyes, bowing his head over his book. Maybe if he could observe them without them noticing, he’d catch some sort of clue what they were on about.

Were they planning a prank again? Geoff frowned. He wouldn’t put it past any of them to have been involved in the whole suit incident. No respect for their elders.

“Alright, I bite,” Matt called out from across the room, standing up and stretching. He turned his back on his computer setup and walked over to the lads. “What are you assholes giggling about?”

Michael tapped his name tag with a grin. Matt stared for a long moment, then snorted.

“You guys are assholes,” he said, quietly bemused. He tilted his head. “So where can I get one?”

At that, Gavin jumped up, pulling another tag out of his pant pocket and pinning it to Matt’s shirt. Despite himself, Geoff craned his neck, curious what they said. There was writing in black sharpie, but it was hard to see from this angle.

The lads smirked at him, daring him to get up, so Geoff huffed and settled back down with his book.

***

By that evening, the entire crew was wearing the stupid name tags, B-Team included. They all read Secret Werewolf!, with a little heart on the exclamation mark.

Geoff yelled loudly when he ran across Steffie wearing the same tag, and then barricaded himself into his office for the rest of the day.

***

“Lindsay,” Geoff greeted her warily as she swanned into his office, taking in her wide grin.

“C’mon, boss. Ask me,” she cajoled, showing off her teeth. Geoff frowned. Did they look sharper than normal?

“Ask what?”

Lindsay jumped up and down excitedly, never losing her grin.

“If I’m the werewolf!”

Geoff closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew what was coming.

“C’mon, Geoff.” Lindsay pushed out her lower lip and opened her eyes wide. She looked nothing less than manic. “Please?”

“Fiiiiine.” Geoff dropped his hand from his face and levelled her with a look. “Are you a werewolf, Lindsay?”

“Yes!” Lindsay squealed with her shit-eating grin. “Yes, I am! I’m the werewolf!”

With that she threw her head back and howled, the fakest awoo! Geoff heard in ages. He shook his head and let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Now get the hell out of my office!”

***

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Geoff glared accusingly at the back of Ryan’s head.

“What? Of course not!” Ryan’s head whipped around, his blue eyes wide and hurt. “I know I have a reputation, but I thought you knew me, Geoff! I thought you trust me!”

Geoff’s eyes narrowed and he jabbed his finger against Ryan’s leg. Ryan flinched, eyes following Geoff’s finger. There on his dark pants was a stark-white dog hair. Ryan stared in disbelief, before turning to look at Geoff.

“I knew it was you!” Geoff crowed triumphantly, his voice echoing through the small alley.

Ryan groaned, his head thunking against the brick wall behind them.

“Geoff,” he said incredulously, shifting his grip on his gun. “Someone’s went and sold us out, or we have a leak in the crew. The cops are after us, we don’t know which safehouses are actually safe, and you want to play Werewolf? Right now?”

“You’re deflecting,” Geoff pointed out, grinning triumphantly. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

“No!” Ryan sputtered. Geoff pursed his lips, staring at him critically. Ryan rolled his eyes and stood up. “If you’re quite done, we should move on. Maybe reunite with the others.”

“I’m not letting you off the hook that easy!” Geoff objected, scrambling up. Ryan just shook his head and started walking. Geoff had to hurry or be left behind. “I’ll prove it! I’m onto you now!”

Ryan flipped him the bird, not even looking back at Geoff.

***

“Alright, assholes.” Geoff squinted at the self-dubbed ‘terror twins’. “I know it’s one of you, so fess up. Which of you is the werewolf?”

“Well, it ain’t me,” Alfredo said without looking up from the new sniper he was inspecting. Geoff turned his glare on Trevor, who gasped, grabbing his chest with an offended look.

“It’s not me, Geoff, I swear!” He widened his eyes, lower lip quivering. “Would these eyes lie to you?”

As if on cue, Alfredo lifted his head and looked at Geoff with the exact same look. Geoff scowled at them, pointing at each in turn.

“I’m onto you,” he warned. Alfredo and Trevor exchanged a look.

“Scatter!” Alfredo yelped, vaulting over the back of the couch. Trevor leaped up, jumping over an armchair which clattered to the floor with a heavy thud. After several noisy seconds, they’d both vanished, leaving Geoff behind.

“I’ll figure it out, assholes!” he hollered after them, before stalking back to his office.

***

His phone ran in the middle of a crew meeting. A glance at the screen revealed unknown caller. That in itself wasn’t too unusual. Geoff gestured for silence and picked up.

“Ramsey?”

“Hey boss,” a familiar dry voice greeted him. Geoff’s shoulders slumped. “What’s up. Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Ray.” Matt and Trevor started snickering. Geoff shot them a glare. “No, it’s fine, bud. Do you need anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Ray said easily, and Geoff felt himself relax. “Jeremy said to call you. To tell you I’m a werewolf?”

It sounded more like a question than a statement. Geoff levelled an even look at Jeremy. The whole crew was giggling by now.

“Did he,” Geoff said evenly.

“Yeah?” Ray hesitated. “Is everything okay, boss?”

“Fine,” Geoff grit out, eyes not leaving Jeremy’s twinkling ones. “Say, how do you feel about coming back to LS? I’m gonna need a new crew once I’m done with these assholes.”

The giggling turned into howls of laughter, with Jack pounding at the table in mirth, the sudden outbreak of noise completely swallowing Ray’s reply.

***

Geoff was tired, exhausted even. He’d been busy planning and preparing for their next heist, only for the plans to fall through as the Corpirate decided to start shit with them. Now that the gang war had been dealt with, Geoff was looking forward to a long and restful sleep in his own bed for once.

A rustling in his closet stopped him halfway through the door to the en suite.

“Who’s there?!” Geoff called out, one hand reaching for his pistol as the other clicked the comms on. On the other end he could hear low voices, distorted by white noise, but reassuring in their presence. Geoff took the safety of his gun slowly, pointing it at the floor as he snuck back into his bedroom. “I know you’re there, show yourself!”

He ignored the worried voices calling his name over the comms, inching forward. The closet door stood slightly ajar.

“I’m not asking again,” Geoff warned the intruder. He stuck his gun between the closet door and nudge them open.

Suddenly a blur of brown fur leapt at him. With a yelp, Geoff dove to the side, gun clattering uselessly to the ground. A scrabbling sound, like claws on wood- a huge dog stood on its hind legs, pawing at the door handle. Brown, with a fluffy tail, bigger than a doberman - Geoff screeched in panic, fumbling for his gun. The beast laid its ears flat against the skull, a low growl emanating from its throat. Then the door flung open, and the beast turned tail, nearly bowling over Jack who stood in the doorway, gun raised.

“Geoff? Is everything okay?”

“Okay? OKAY?” Geoff shouted, pointing at his closet. “One of you assholes just went and ruined all of my suits! Again!”

Michael stuck his head through the door in the small space Jack left.

“Are you still looking for the secret werewolf, Geoff?” he asked, voice fondly exasperated. “Really? Just give it a rest, boss.”

“B-but- but!” Geoff sputtered.

“Really, Geoff,” Jeremy drawled, his small statue hidden behind the other two. “That’s why you went and ruined our ears for?”

“But- werewolf!” Geoff shouted, pointing at all three of them.

“It was probably just a dog, Geoff,” Jack assured him, putting away his gun. “I’ll talk with the lads about their pranks and appropriate timing.”

Geoff was not convinced. He nodded anyway, swearing to himself he would find the secret werewolf in his crew.

A look at his closet and he paled. Brown fur, white fur. The gears in his head whirred into action. Geoff’s eyes widened, and he gasped out loud. He’d cracked the case!

There were two asshole werewolves!

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