#shadeofazmeinya

[alfryco]

thinking of alfreyco so wanna share some headcanons with u since i know how much u love them too. but i love knight!alfredo to prince!trevor for the braveheart nickname alone. but consider prince!trevor like trying to dig into some dark history around his kingdom/palace. investigating things he shouldn’t, finding hidden passageways in the library he definitely shouldn’t go down. all with his unfortunately loyal guard at his side, debating if this is worth his job but loving trevor too much to let him go at this alone bc of course his idiot would. idk what they find but i just love the reluctant guard alfredo to trevor’s sharp mind poking were it might not be safe to.

SHHADEE this is exactly what i want to see in my inbox first thing in the morning :D i love that you came to me with Alfreyco headcanons :3 i am always down for more alfreyco!!

Ok so yes YES i am so here for Knight!Alfredo and Prince!Trevor! Especially with how you put it, that Trevor would be digging in places where he shouldn't be, like possibly coming across some bad family secrets or maybe something hidden in the castle that no one knows about and that definitely should not be in their castle. And poor Alfredo just has to go along with Trevor down these dark and dank spooky hallways because there's no way he's letting Trevor do it alone. The man may be smart and quick, but there's nothing like having a knight with you. Especially a knight that's willing to be a braveheart even in a situation he very much does not want to be in.

Omg I can just see Trevor finding another hidden passage somehow or some hidden room and Alfredo is behind him and just is so frustrated because "How many hidden places does this fucking place have?!" And Trevor just looks back at him and grins and steps into the passageway and Alfredo just groans and grips the hilt of his sword tighter because he's gotta go in there after his boy. The things this poor man will endure for love smh.

#shadeofazmeinya #hey a question #alfreyco #ragehappy #i am starting the day off with alfreyco headcanons so today is going great already :3 #i love just love royalty/fantasy alfreyco #it hits so GOOD

[miss-ingno]

oh shoot i hope im not too late but i just saw its your birthday! happy b day!

Thank you <3 and it's all good! :D I had a great day celebrating (and got some lovely gifts! my fam is awesome)

#ingno got an ask! #shadeofazmeinya #a lot of stuff going on lately #but updates are more likely to be found on dreamwidth x'D

[ursifors]

commission for @shadeofazmeinya of gta magic au gavin and michael!

#achievement hunter #gavin free #michael jones #logan draws

[monarchisms]

Hey friend I'm starting to get back into AH what are some good achievement hunter blogs to follow 💕:) thank you

oh hey, welcome back! <3

i'm gonna share the blogs i follow in a bit, but i think it's really fun to use this list as a jumping off point, and then just see who other people reblog from :)

@ursifors @savage-animal-idiots @keeningthoughts @roochievement @outinthegeoffs @heyheyroosterteeth @abbeysquidd @lovelyachieve @crazygreattoo @fornhaus @jeremytheangrygollum @smutav @hiddenblockclub @sorcererinthestars  @shadeofazmeinya @goeffgeoff @scarlettheknight @tonguetiedartist @malewifejeremy @jerseymichaels @achieveky @insertgavinnoises @treh-co @thisiswhatmylifehasbecome @achievement-winks @achieveramsey @achievehunt @colorfulspacemarines @ragecutie @thedeaddandy @somegrumpynerd

and also some official accounts, like

@officialah @thetrevorc @ah-axialmatt @lindsayjones

#Anonymous #ask box 360 #of course this list is not exhaustive #these are just the ones that have popped up in my head

[jeremytheangrygollum]

Hey friend I'm starting to get back into AH what are some good achievement hunter blogs to follow 💕:) thank you

Welcome back! First I'll recommend going through the rt/ah tags and following people from there or going through a specific members' tag to see people who focus more on that.

Now onto the handful I have chosen. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to choose because I have awful memory; but here they are:

@heyheyroosterteeth @scarlettheknight @geoffgeoff @edited-ah @lovelyachieve @kingpattillo @ursifors @hiddenblockclub @outofcontextrtahquotes @shadeofazmeinya @roochievement

I have, imo, kept the list short for you as a starting point. And it's also my final rec for you to go through each of these blogs to see who they reblog from.

Have fun, I'm so glad you found your way back to us! And I hope to see you around in the community!

[sorcererinthestars]

What a goddamn successful Saturday! These people are so much a part of my heart and it was such a rush to meet all of them with @shadeofazmeinya !

We met: BK! Ky! Jack! Joe! Fiona! Matt! and Lil J!

Tomorrow, we have scheduled Trevor and Alfredo. What a wild and wonderful weekend! 💚🖤

#achievement hunter #rtx2022 #rtx

[viiperfang]

5 songs I’m currently listening to on repeat

tagged by stolen from @shadeofazmeinya lmao thanks pal yoinked this right out from under ya <3

1. Dead Mom - Beetlejuice the Musical

2. Lullaby - Jack Johnson

3. Down and Drowned - The Longest Johns

4. Rule #21: Momento Mori - Fish in a Birdcage

5. City of New Orleans- Arlo Guthrie

tagging @mx-bird @beetlejuicebrainrot and uhhhhhhhhhhh anyone else who wants to do this

#tag game #:) enjoy my music taste its /very/ good /sarc

[uy8hg-art]

A Shoulder to Lean On

It’s been a minute but it’s time for @rtwritingcommunity secret springfairy! Happy Springfairy, @shadeofazmeinya​ !

Prompt: Recovering from an injury (nothing drastic). And of course the best medicine is cuddles and comfort food in bed. Could be an injury from an accident, a fight (like in fahc au), or in protecting one another.

Summary: When a heist fails in a big way, no one is exactly pleased. But Michael notices that Gavin is even less pleased than the others, and decides to investigate what's got his friend down.

Preview:

To say the heist didn’t go well would be an understatement. The Fake AH Crew had had their fair share of chaotic heists, but this was a new record just for how poorly things could go. It hadn’t even happened in a fun way that they could laugh about later, but in a just downright Not Good way. Somehow, the cops had gotten tipped off about their plan, so the crew aborted Plan A in favor of Plan B before they’d even started. This normally would have been fine, as none of them could remember a time that something hadn’t gone wrong, except this time, they’d been on a time crunch. Plan B was nowhere near as well researched or planned as Plan A had been, and thus, a whole bunch of their information was just plain wrong. This would also normally be fine, since improv was what they did best, except the universe was extra not in their favor that day. Their comms system hadn’t been stable, and every warning they tried to yell at each other sounded like they were going through the world’s longest tunnel that was also somehow underwater. To add to this, no one felt at the top of their game physically, which could most likely be blamed on the intense Wii Sports competition the night prior.

So yes. The heist had ended before they’d even made it to their prize. Not the finest day for the Fake AH Crew.

“That sucked,” Michael declared to the silent car for the fifth or sixth time as they drove lazily around the upper hills of Los Santos. They didn’t know if anyone was following them, and as much as everyone wanted to get to the penthouse and sleep for the next year, they needed to make sure they weren’t leading the cops right to them. Jack had taken half the crew in her minivan for a tour down by the water, while Geoff had taken the other half and squeezed them into a small hybrid car to venture into the hills. “How did that go so bad?”

Read the rest on AO3!

#uy8hg writes #ah fanfic #ah fanfiction #rtwriting

[somegrumpynerd]

Some Myatt cuddles since @shadeofazmeinya​‘s good post got me inspired

#AH #Fahc #Fake AH Crew #shadeofazmeinya #Hope it's okay to tag you! #I've gone back to read your post like 3 times #It just gives me such soft happy vibes and imagery #Matt is the living pillow of the penthouse and he's not complaining #(Well he is but only to keep up appearances)

[the-garboman]

Michael for the headcanon post! any au you’re feeling!

Oooooooh okay! This is a toughie to decide on, but fuck it I'm gonna do my Fallout AU because I can and I love it even if no one knows about it. (Going back to add this after I wrote them all: this was super fun to do!!! I love getting to flesh out characters more.)

Headcanon A: Realistic:

Before he ended up as a ghoul in Goodneighbor, he worked as an electrician in Jersey. After the bombs fell and he realized he didn't (and almost kind of couldn't) die, he just began to tour around the Northeast. After a few decades, he settled in Boston because that's where some cities started to be put together, and he took a liking to Goodneighbor since it accepted ghouls like him with open arms.

Headcanon B: While it may not be realistic it is hilarious:

Michael is the subject of a great many stories and tall tales because of his time spent touring around the northeast, becoming something of a cryptid. Those stories still pass through, even a century later, and no one ever believes him when he tells them they're about him.

Headcanon C: Heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends:

Tying into Headcanon A, when Michael realized what the radiation had done to him and that he wasn't dead, he was hopeful that it had done the same to his parents and friends. He spent months going through the rubble of his town searching for them, and spent weeks just sitting in his childhood home, but in the end he found nothing. That's ultimately why he left New Jersey to roam around, it was just too unbearable to stay.

Headcanon D: Unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own:

I'm rejecting my own canon here, but if Michael weren't a ghoul and instead were a vault-dweller, he probably would've ended up as an Overseer due to his loudness and the fact that other people find him rather intimidating. He'd be a hard one to go up against, as many vaults revolted against their Overseers because they usually sucked, but he'd try and do everything he could to make life in the vaults tolerable while still keeping everyone in line.

#michael jones #headcanon #fallout au #fallout 4 au #yes im being annoying about that au but also im obsessed with it so i will continue vibing #i may do something like this for all the characters anyway? #it was super fun #ask #shadeofazmeinya

[alfryco]

can i just say i am loving all this hurt/comfort alfreyco 👀👀👀 boys taking care of each other, being gentle with each other. i have to add in some thoughts if thats alright. imagine morning after, when the pain and soreness is worse but at least they’ve survived the night. trevor slips out of bed first to make a simple breakfast, even if its probably midday at that point. just some soup out of a can, toast, whatever simple food they have at whatever house or bass they’re staying at. trevor’s distracted with food only to hear some sudden shout from the bedroom. alfredo practically howling his name, thrashing and wincing through his wounds. trevor’s mind flashes from the fear of the night before. is this another attack? is alfredo hurt? is his wounds worse than trevor thought? but he flies into the bedroom to find nothing wrong. simply that alfredo woke up and trevor wasn’t right there and it scared him. terrified him. it takes several minutes to fully calm him down, show him that he’s ok. they’re both ok. afterwards alfredo has to sit in the kitchen as trevor finishes up their food. refusing to let him out of his sight. trevor finds he ok with this. he doesn’t really want to let alfredo out of his sight either

OOoohh Shade coming in hot with more good hurt/comfort situations!!! (also please pplleasee never doubt that I want to hear all ur thoughts on Alfreyco, like my description says that part of my brain is on 24/7 and I'm always here for it)

I can just see right before Trevor slips out of bed, he looks back to double check that Alfredo is ok and just gives him a small peck on his forehead before quietly climbing out of bed. And omg when Fredo starts freaking out because he woke up to Trevor-less bed, Trevor probably didn't think to put down whatever cooking utensil he had in his hand so this man just rushes to the bedroom ready to fight god and everybody with a plastic spatula if it means he can keep Alfredo safe.

So after that whole episode and breakfast has been ate, I bet those two would probably just chill for the rest of the day. They grab whatever blankets they need and snacks and just pile up together, close, on the couch and just start watching whatever they feel like whether that be some silly kids movie or campy action movie just something to entertain them without requiring too much attention from them. I bet Trevor has a book too because I know if I'm watching TV sometimes or a movie, I need a book or my phone to look at in case the plot starts to bore me. I could just see those two cuddled on the couch with Alfredo slowly falling back to sleep while he's trying to read whatever book Trevor has from where he's propped against Trevor's side. Eventually he gives in to sleep and Trevor soon joins him until they're both just sandwiched together on the couch and Trevor knew this would be the case, but he always likes the way his and Alfredo's body slot together like they're pieces of the same puzzle.

#shadeofazmeinya #hey a question #alfreyco #i'm not sure which au this was in but i assume it was fake ah so i went with that haha #when i tell u i saw this message this morning when I was eating breakfast and I was just filled with so much joy #ragehappy #rtwriting

[miss-ingno]

🎧

Unforgiven by Le Sserafim:

신념이 죄면 난 villain, I’m not that cinderella type of a girl If belief’s a sin, I’m a villain I’m not that cinderella type of a girl

I only recently discovered this band (tbf I didn't give them a shot before because I very much dislike the sound of Antifragile), and I already started learning the choreo to this song (it's very fun and upbeat!) The other song of theirs I like is Psyche, Eve & The Bluebeard's Wife.

#ingno got an ask! #shadeofazmeinya #thanks for playing shade! #hi hi how're you doing?

[fjorrd]

i just love protective!gav so i’d love to hear your takes on how that protectiveness comes up. not only in the badass, guns-blazing way. i love the subtle, talking circles around a rich asshole at a party trying to insult one of the other fakes in disguise with him. gavin dishing much harsher words back until they back off. or masterfully spinning a deal around where the person is trying to bring harm to the others in some way. Gav’s greatest weapon is that golden tongue and he’ll use it

oh i can ABSOLUTELY do that. i love protective gavin to hell high — protective gavin’s scary, but people never truly realize they’re seeing that side of him till its all too late. 

there are times where he’s stabbed men in bed underneath him for so rudely talking about his michael and his jack. to watch the bedsheets run red with blood because how fucking dare they, the blood curdling scream, and the limpness of the body as gavin breathe in the metallic air

he’s had people who step too close to ryan or jeremy for their own comfort. and with a smile like the sunlight, gavin will gently take the person’s arm in his hand and ask if they can privately talk somewhere for a moment. jeremy or ryan can only exchange shrugs when gavin comes back smiling oh-so brightly and the person scurries off, unbeknownst in complete fear

then there’s gavin, a certain kind of feral, however. with geoff tied to a chair in the middle of a warehouse, even geoff had gone rigid in his chair at the sight of gavin digging his canines into some man’s arm. to see the blood dripping from gavin’s mouth, baring his fangs as he screams, is something geoff won’t ever forget

there can be cruelness, too. the sweet, sweet bitter laughter of excitement and enjoyment whilst watching a client choke and sputter after drinking a cup of tea with a very high dose of cyanide injected into it. the gleam, the pure giddiness in gavin’s voice as he listens to them begging for their life to only gently coo in their ears to never fucking mess with his fucking fakes

#thank you shade this was so good to write OOF #i love gavvy boy.... #gavin #fahc gavin #hc #hcs #ideas #shadeofazmeinya #blood tw #injury tw

[transvavsquad]

i heard pre fahc freewood and i came running. ryan who meets this skinny little kid finishing up one of his hits he was sent on. doesn’t think much of gavin at first, but the knife work on the three bodies with scattered guns surrounding him is impressive. they stand off for a while before gavin gives up and offers a smoke. figuring if ryan was going to kill him he would’ve tried already. its an unsteady alliance, meeting each other at finished jobs. but they start chatting (1/2)

they get to know each other. ryan learns gavin’s game is to seem unimpressive. get them to underestimate him. ryan sees thats a dangerous game and is the first to treat gavin as dangerous as he really is. there’s a bit of respect but both are always on edge with the other. until one day one of ryan’s hits goes bad. a bullet hit him right around his armor, into the meat of his shoulder. a traitor of some kind. with nowhere to turn, ryan goes to the only one who can protect him. gavin (2/2)

this makes me. SO happy. this is one of many scenarios that i imagine bc i love love love that people keep pitting gavin and ryan against each other in murder competitions and the fact that the two of them are like. iffy with each other but they still chill is VERY good and i just yeaheyeayeayeyaeyaehaeya

him having to go to gavin bc he’s hurt and no one else in this city is even remotely near as close to him as gavin is? even though he doesn’t like to admit that because attachments are dangerous TM typical hot topic middle school anime emo type shit face it bud you have a Friend and he’s got a sterile needle and clean bandages and a couch that you won’t sleep on because you passed out in his bed and he’s too tired to even try to move you or move himself

#answering #shadeofazmeinya

[sorcererinthestars]

Stormy Nights [FAHC]

Been a long while since I've posted any writing on here, huh? Thanks so much to the @rtwritingcommunity's secret "sunshine" fic exchange because it keeps me writing when the world is turning upsidedown. Thank you to @shadeofazmeinya for the huge help and basically co-authorship of this fic!

Please enjoy @fornhaus! <3

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41001033 Word Count: 2711

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It starts as a sprinkle. 

After a heist, especially when it was raining like this, it was common for the Fakes to hole up for a while, disperse their (now growing) crew to tiny apartments and safehouses across the city to avoid detection. The last heist was more… chaotic … than most, which led the lads to duck and run into a seedier part of the city than they would have liked. The apartment was crumbling around them and Gavin gags at the moldy smell as he slams the wooden door shut behind him and slumps onto the couch, already texting someone or something.

Michael peers out the window at the growing storm and the police helicopters and cars racing around the city, lighting it up in flashes of red and blue on dancing raindrops. Thankfully no one was hurt badly — there was no way they were going to be heading back into the city that night.

“Geoff says stay put,” Gavin announces from his position on the ratty couch. “Storms’ too bad to try to regroup tonight. Last thing we needed was one of the three LS storms to hit tonight, huh?”

“All that praying for rain worked out at the worst fucking time,” Michael mutters, moving towards the kitchen to start rummaging through the cabinets. Neither realize that Jeremy had also retreated to the window, silently — uncommon for him — peering out into the rain. The others chatter turns into a quiet monotone behind him as instead the drumming of the rain on the glass panes and the small balcony fill his ears and turn his stomach. 

Slipping on wet concrete, going down hard, an ankle snapping like white hot fire…

The others running on ahead, no one turning.

A rough arm yanking him up, a man’s gross breath on his face, spittle hitting as he was screamed at… 

Police sirens…

“What do you want for dinner?” Michael’s voice yanks him back to reality and J turns, blinking owlishly, as Michael brandishes a wooden spoon and repeats the question for what seems like the second or third time. “J! Ramen or spaghetti? We ain’t got many options.”

“Ramen’s fine,” he says quietly, turning back towards the window, unable to look away although he probably should. Gavin gives Michael a bit of a sideways look, but neither really press that response. In a clatter of pots and pans, Michael digs out a good one and starts boiling water for ramen, focusing solely on getting food down his hatch as quickly as possible.

It doesn’t take long for the patter of rain to become a sheet, slamming hard against the roof and walls. Jeremy takes an involuntary step away from the window.

"We’re lucky," Gavin hums lazily from the couch, glancing up from his phone as the drumming of the rain becomes unavoidable. "We could've been caught in that shit. Hell of a getaway that would've been."

“Would’ve gotten those fancy clothes wet. Then what would you do?” Michael teases as he stirs the pot, glancing over his shoulder with a bright grin. Jeremy glances at them both, somehow uncomprehending how they could be so jovial. Laugh so much. 

Gavin scowls. "Are you kidding me?" he says. "I wouldn't have got out of the car in that and you know it. Don't need to be on the field to hack and I’m more than comfy camping in the car to save these threads." He sprawls further across the couch, glancing over to Jeremy, who was still uncharacteristically quiet. It was enough that it was starting to alert Gavin, who often was the least aware of these things. "What the hell are you doing, J?" he asks. "More than enough room on the couch, don’t gotta stand there like a lump.”

Jeremy turns to look at him, trying to school his expression into something normal, when a lot of things happen at once. A crack of thunder bursts through the tiny one bedroom, feeling like it shakes the apartment from top to bottom, volume tremendous. The rain, already heavy, seems to increase. Gavin yelps from the thunder and again as a large drop falls from a brown patch on the ceiling to hit him on the head, whining wordlessly.  

Before anyone can really get their bearings or react to what had just happened, the power flickers once… twice… 

“This place is bloody shit,” Gavin pouts, sitting up from the couch, wiping the dirty water out of his hair grumpily, and looking over at the others as the lights flicker. “Power’s not going to last.”

Michael glances between the two of them and frowns as he sees Jeremy just sort of … standing there. Face white, as if he had seen a ghost, just staring up at the light. “Lil J?”

Before he can say anything else, the lights plunge into darkness as another huge crash of thunder breaks across the sky, causing all three of them to jump this time. The rain continues, slamming against the ceiling as if it wants to get in. Michael abandons questioning Jeremy as the whole kitchen shuts off, swearing and immediately trying to save the half-cooked ramen that immediately just sort of starts to congeal. "Fuck!"

But Gavin had caught the look in Jeremy's eyes before everything goes dark as well. He pulls out his phone again quickly, fiddling until the flashlight illuminates them both. Jeremy isn't looking at the ceiling anymore, instead staring blankly at the rain hitting the window…

It's dark. 

He huddles behind a dumpster, shivering, hoping that the rain would pass before it fully washes away his pathetic shelter. He was kicked out of the fuckin' T stop by a worker who threatened to call the cops. Like it would mean anything to anyone if he just hung out in the dry for a while, but no, they chased him back out into the oncoming storm. Fuckin' Masshole. Although, he was one too, but at least he had the decency to let people stay dry before he tried to rob them.

He could go back to the gym, but his boss was there, and he didn't want to deal with any of them. So he'd just wait out the storm in the dark, trying not to get too soaked, and hope that it passed fast enough...

"Jeremy!" Gavin was shaking him, enough to rattle him out of the memory that crashed over him like a wave. Was he sweating? He felt damp, but maybe it was just the memory. 

"Huh?"

“Bloody hell,” Gavin retorts, shaking his head in relief. “I was gonna slap you next if you didn’t answer. You just went comatose on me there, man. You look sick, what the hell’s the matter? You need me to call Jack?”

Jeremy allows Gavin to manhandle him towards the couch, feeling like he was walking through a dream. He keeps trying to look back out the window until Gavin, frustrated, throws the curtain and blocks the view of the rain and lightning outside.

Michael abandons his attempt to get the stove to restart, swearing, and they all jump again as the whole place illuminates with a flash of lightning. "Fucking thing's dead until the power comes back," he grunts. "Guess we're having crackers for dinner. What the fuck's up with J?" He turns to look at the two of them with his concerned snarl, where you weren’t quite sure if you were in trouble or if he was going to angrily ‘mom’ you.

“Spooked of something,” Gavin frowns, sitting beside Jeremy on the couch and gently taking one of his hands, in an uncharacteristic show of comfort outside the bedroom. “Talk to us, J. Are you hurt?”

Jeremy seems to shrink into himself as the lightning continues to crash around them, obvious even through the closed curtains, flashes of light flickering across his face before plunging them back into darkness. They can barely see if it wasn't for the light of Gav's phone. 

"I'm fine," he finally says roughly, shaking his head and seeming like he was snapping out of his trance. "I’m just gonna go to bed." He tries to stand up, to shy away from them. Maybe sleep would make him not see the memories flash before his eyes. The trauma that curled like a snake in his gut.

The lulls in the storm always were what got him. That moment when you thought that the rain was over and everything settles, silent, sparkling. When he could come out from wherever he was hiding, start moving down the street, looking for better shelter. 

And then the rain comes again, harder, the sky screaming and crashing, whipping across the ground out of nowhere. He's soaked and freezing, trying to run to shelter, but people don't want him around.

Gavin and Michael exchange worried glances but both move to follow him, not wanting to leave him alone like this. It takes a bit of fumbling in the dark to find the bed, using the lightning flashes to direct them. Jeremy still jumps with every one, and even more with the roaring thunder.

Ignoring the others and really trying to swallow back the embarrassment in his throat at all of this, Jeremy just toes off his work boots and climbs into the bed, hoping in the warmth of the covers and blankets he could avoid the thoughts leaping out from where he thought he had banished them. It’s hard, though. They keep piling over each other to take up space in his brain. He wishes they would just go away, thought that by moving to a desert city he wouldn’t have to deal with storms of Boston caliber ever again. It’s certainly been a long time, but every place needs rain once in a while, and the roof can hardly hold up against this monstrosity. The wind howls around the corners, whips through the cracks, screaming and howling as it tries to shake the whole apartment loose from its foundation.

Despite trying to be, though, Jeremy isn’t alone. Almost as one, Gavin and Michael are quick to curl into the bed with him. Neither were the most tactful “cuddlers” — their current relationship was mostly confined to wild sexcapades — but damned if they weren’t going to try when they see one of their own so distressed. Michael yanks Jeremy into his arms as Gavin wraps his spindly arms around from behind, cocooning Jeremy in a bundle of limbs. “Fuck, Jeremy,” Michael frowns. “You’re shaking.”

It’s awkward and a bit poky, but Jeremy can’t help but relax, the feral part of his brain knowing these boys are his boys and trusting them to somewhere deeply instinctual to keep him safe. A primal part of him saying that it’s ok to draw comfort from them. “...’m fine,” he grunts. A lie, but it feels good to pretend.

“I don’t want you to lie to us,” Michael frowns, laying his chin on his head and dropping a rough kiss there. “You don’t have to. Let us help.”

The thunder cracks again and instead of responding, Jeremy just makes a low noise from somewhere deep inside and shrinks deeper into their embrace. He doesn’t answer, because what would he say? He can't describe a life of trauma in a few minutes. He knows the boys with him won't judge him, that they'll understand and both had shit of their own, but he doesn't even know where to begin.

Gavin just holds him tight, shushing him softly and rubbing his back. “Just breathe, luv,” he murmurs. “We’re here. You’re ok.” It’s easier for him to be comforting without gaining anything from it, a warmth blooming inside him to know he’s helping Jeremy. 

"Don't like thunder," Jeremy grits through clenched teeth, somewhere inside the pile. Michael snorts a bit at the obvious.

“That’s alright,” Gavin hums, somewhat more respectful. “We gathered that. Just take deep breaths and we’ll get through the storm together, alright?”

“Aren’t you gonna make fun of me?” Jeremy retorts darkly. Normally it’d be something they’d do, none of the Fakes are above a lot of casual teasing. “I’m — fuckin’ — a bank robber and I can’t handle a little thunder.”

“Gav’s a fucking bank robber too and he gags at wet bread,” Michael teases. “Geoff’s fucking scared of heights every time Jack flies, to the point where he has to sit in the middle of the cargobob or he’ll piss himself. We all have our shit. Doesn’t mean you’re not still part of the team.”

Jeremy’s quiet for a moment before he turns to glance over at Michael, flushing a bit. Despite their … carnal relations… Michael is rarely so affectionate. But it’s nice. “I guess,” he says roughly after a second. “Seems fuckin’ dumb, though.”

“Brains can be stupid,” Gavin chuckles. “But fear is fear. Just means we’re here to help you through it.”

“You gonna let us help you through wet bread?” Michael chuckles as Gavin squawks. The rain continues to rap sharply on the roof and the window and Jeremy is almost thrown once again into another memory of a similar room, a similar rainstorm, being shoved out and alone, his whole world disappearing, but…

Gavin’s arms tighten just gently, the warmth surrounding, and they ground him, connect him to the world around him. Michael can feel him starting to spiral again and wraps his arms again over both of them, only adding more warmth and pressure for Jeremy, like a human weighted blanket. Gavin continues to rub his back and the panic eases, making breathing a bit easier.

He leans against them both as they hold him. “Thanks,” he squeaks. “Appreciate it.”

“We can stay here until the storm passes,” Michael hums. “The good news is they don’t last too long here.”

“I’m not going out in that,” Gavin says immediately. Instead, he burrows farther into the pile, as if it can protect him. “Listen to the wind, and I’ve got my clothes to worry about.”

“No one’s moving from this bed,” Jeremy agrees quietly. “We can put some music or videos on our phones?” Michael suggests. “Help block out some of the sound.” But he makes no move to untwine himself from the comforting pile. There’s something so warm and safe here that even he can feel.

Jeremy sinks against them, glancing out what parts of the window he can see to watch the pounding rain. But this time, he forces himself to realize, he’s inside with the warmth of his two favorite people flanking on either side of him. 

He wasn’t alone, in the dark and the wet. 

He was safe. Loved.

Both hold him tight, stealing a kiss or two, just trying to provide as much comfort as they can. It’s not hard to see that they all enjoy this. Maybe this was something they could do often. Not only using each other’s bodies for pleasure, but cuddles too. More soft things. They can be soft, which is a luxury not many in Los Santos can afford.

Jeremy just closes his eyes and releases a sigh, letting them hold him tight against the pounding of the rain. Grounding and protecting him. It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “I was kicked out of my old gang during a thunderstorm,” he finally says, more to the ceiling than to the others.

Michael instinctively holds him a little tighter. “Fuck them. Leaving you in the fucking rain. You’re better than them.”

He snorts. “Maybe. Found you guys cuz of it though, so it must not have been all bad.”

“You found where you’re supposed to be,” Gavin agrees fimly. “Though, I wish it had been a kinder road to get here.”

“None of us had kind roads to get here, Gav,” Michael retorts.

Gavin sighs. “I know. But at least we’re here now.”

That statement seems to echo through the old apartment. In different safehouses across Los Santos, the Fakes were shaking off a stressful heist, celebrating in whatever way they wanted, and finding their own beds. And here, three men — a bit rough around the edges but still looking and finding that comfort we all crave — cuddle together. Warm and safe, away from the horrors of the world.

Here now, together.

#fahc #fake ah crew #ragehappy #michael/gavin/jeremy #ah #my writing

[spacediddly]

(For @shadeofazmeinya and the Werewolf AU. I don't know who sent the original ask, but I have fallen in love with this AU and have decided to take an idea I had for it and run.)

Rumors of werewolves were not a new thing. Geoff had been all over the states and everywhere he went, he heard the tales of them. Beasts, as tall as cars, twice as big when they stood on their back legs, with paws that could crush a human skull just by stepping on it, rows and rows of razor sharp teeth in their massive jaws, and eyes as red as blood that could see right into your soul. Geoff would just shake his head and move on his way, they weren't that big.

Still, as the years went on, he started hearing the stories less and less. They were written off as old wives tales, nothing more than little stories you tell at the campfire to get a rouse out of your friends. The rumors disappeared all together once he arrived in Los Santos, people were too busy worrying about getting shot to care about werewolves. That was just fine by Geoff, he came out here searching for a legacy to create, not one to retell.

Werewolves hadn't cross his mind in ages until they showed up in town, The Hellhounds of Los Santos. That's what the locals called them. There was no way to determine how many there were, as no one had ever seen them. The CEO of All-Nighter, a popular club in down town, said there was ten of them, normal looking enough, but with massive scars all over their faces to make it impossible for the FBI to track them. The old homeless man who sat on the corner of Connelly and Fifth claimed there was at least a hundred of them, fists the size of your head and thundering footsteps that could be heard from miles away. They didn't seem to want to cause a ruckus, but these supposed werewolves had created quite the stir in the people. All anyone knew was not to go by the docks at night, especially during a full moon.

So, of course, as soon as the reports of dead bodies popping up on the docks once every month started coming in, Geoff had Gavin install a security camera outside the old fish packing building, right across from the suspected place. Gav thought Geoff was going looney, people find dead bodies everywhere in Los Santos, this wasn't a new occurrence. Geoff assured him that he just wanted to check, make sure it wasn't some little gang hiding out down there. Gavin shrugged and it as he was asked.

Nothing came out of it under two weeks later, around midnight.

"Oi, Geoffrey, you might wanna come see this!". Gavin called from his desk, his face lit up by the glow of his monitors. It was late into the night when he noticed it.

"Gav, I swear to God if this is another video of a cat getting its head stuck in a fucking tissue box, I'm going to turn off the wifi.". Geoff sighed as he came in the room, cup of coffee in his hand.

"Not quite.". Gavin trailed off, pulling up a camera feed. Geoff plopped himself down into the chair beside him, looking at the monitors. "I was check over all the feeds and, well, look.". He pointed to the video.

It was of the docks, Geoff had almost forgotten that he asked Gavin to set one up there. About fifteen seconds into the video, the rolling door of the warehouse was slowly pushed open, as if someone was having a hard time with it, and a figure stepped out.

It was a little hard to make one the features of the person, the camera's quality was only so so, but they looked it be a young man, around Gavin's age and slightly shorter, with a mop of messy hair. Geoff quickly took notice of the huge scar on his left bicep, it looked like it was pretty recent. The figure looked around for a second, then rolled the door closed and took off.

"That was around five pm, yeah? And then this happened a couple hours later.". Gavin dragging his mouse, moving the feed to about six am, if the timestamp was correct. The rolling door was opened again, this time whoever it was was out of the camera's view, and a blur of motion shot through the opening, moving much faster than any human, and the door closed quickly behind them.

Geoff leaned back in his chair and blew out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. So the rumors were true. Werewolves, or at least something of that nature, were in Los Santos. He never thought he'd live to see the day.

"Thanks, Gav, you did good work.". He ruffled the younger's messy hair and stood up. Gavin looked at him, sliding his headphones off.

"What are you going to do, Geoff?".

"Right now? Going to go bed. In the morning? I'm heading to the docks.".

...

Geoff woke up bright and early that morning. Well, not exactly woke up, insomnia was a bit of a bitch, but as soon as the sun was up, he was out of bed. He went to check on Gav before he left, to tell him what he was doing, but he found the lad at his desk, hunched over and snoring. Geoff smiled fondly, what a lovable idiot. Instead of waking the Brit up, he quickly jotted down a note telling him where he'd be and to come find him if he wasn't back by noon, and hurried out the door.

It was a quiet drive to the docks, the apartment they were currently staying at was only fifteen minutes anyway and no one in their right mind was up this early in the morning. Well, nobody but Geoff, but it was debatable if he was in his right mind considering that he was looking for werewolves.

He parked several buildings away from the warehouse, too close and whoever was in there would hear him. As he approached the concrete structure, he counted at least six bloody spots on the ground from bodies, one was still fresh.

The warehouse used to be used for making and storing fishing gear, but fisherman hadn't lived in Los Santos for years, so they were mostly used by squatters, drug dealer, and supposed werewolves. Most of the glass windows of the three story building were still intact, albeit cracked, and some of the other corners were crumpled. The perfect place to hide out if you didn't want to be found.

Now that he's at the rolling door, Geoff does not blame the guy for having a hard time getting it open, the thing's like seven feet tall and fucking heavy. Once it's open big enough for him to squeeze through, he's in the warehouse.

It's not quite what he was expecting; it was definitely run down and in need of several repairs, and the concrete made the whole building a lot cooler than outside, but it had protection from the elements, mostly, so that was something. Droplets of water hit Geoff's head as he walked under a rusty exposed pipe, making him jump. He ran his hand through his hair as he scowled at the pipe, like that was going to do something.

After walking around for a minute, he found the stairs that led up to the second story, footprints and what looked to be massive paw prints were left on the stairs by someone before him; he spotted at least three different shoe sizes and two different paw shapes. There definitely had to be something going on here.

To the left of the top of the stairs was a beat up old couch that had definitely seen better days, two large dog beds, and a claw-scratched coffee table in the middle, barely standing on three legs. The air reeked of wet dog and blood, making Geoff wrinkle up his nose. "So, there's at least three werewolves living here. Weird, I thought there weren't any packs left in North America.".

"There aren't.". A voice growled behind him.

Geoff froze. To be honest, he did not thing this plan through; like what was he going to do if and when he came face to face with a werewolf. An angry one at that, of the tone of the voice was anything to go off of. He slowly put his hands and turned around, ready to have his face mauled off.

In front of him was a woman, not a wolf. She was about five foot ten, well built with strong arms and broad shoulders, ginger hair that fell to about her shoulders, and murder in her golden eyes. She growled at him, in a hunched defensive stance, ready to tear him apart if he made one wrong move.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?".

"I'm Geoff Ramsey, and I was just looking.". That made her falter for a second, eyes wide as her breath caught. She looked at him with something akin to fear and something else, something far deep that he could see.

"Ah, so I take it the Ramsey name still carries on. Should have guessed as much, it's hard to forget a family like mine.". He joked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. Sure, his family was pretty well known, but they didn't exactly have the best history to go with it, so it's not surprise that it caught her off guard.

She snared at him, eyes a blaze, and stocked closer to him. "Give me one good reason not to rip your throat out right now.". She bared her teeth, sharp canines ready to bite into his jugular.

"I mean you no harm, I just wanted to help you.". He tried to explain, but she didn't look like she was interested in listening to his plea.

The ginger barked out a laugh, harsh and sharp, like a knife cutting right through what little confidence he had in that second. "Help? What help could you be to me?".

Geoff dropped his hands, who was going to take him serious with his arms in the air like an idiot. "Look, I know what you are and I know how to help you. You aren't the first werewolf I've met, and judging my the dog beds, you won't be the last.".

She locked him up and down, clearly skeptical of what he was saying, but slowly straighten up out of her attack pose. The ginger raised her eyebrow at him and nodded her head, showing she was listening.

"You guys were had to find, just as elusive as the Vagabond, but everyone knows he's just a myth. Anyway, if I was able to find you, others will be able to find you, and trust me, they won't be a friendly as I am. They'll come in with guns, ready to tear your pack apart and torture you, either to find out what you are or just for the hell of it.". She looked at him, afraid, not for herself, but for her family.

"I don't want that, and you sure as hell don't want that, so let me help you.". Her mood changed; her shoulders slumped, her face dropped, she looked exhausted. Like this wasn't the first time she had moved her pack somewhere she thought was safe for them to inevitably get found out.

"I promise I just want to help you, and I would never break a pack, I know the importance of a family. But I need you to trust me.". Geoff offered his hand to her.

She looked at him, thinking for a moment. She slowly placed her warm hand in his, not closing hers, ready to pull away if need be. "Jack.". She said.

Geoff stood there, grinning at her. "Alrighty, Jack, looks like you've got yourself a partner. Let's keep your pack safe.".

#shadeofazmeinya #werewolf!au #fahc #fake ah crew #fahc geoff #fahc gavin #werewolf!jack #i love this au #i plan on writing some more of it!