#pre-fahc au

[somegrumpynerd]

I just had the dumbest idea for a halloween fahc au

Stream team, pre-joining the fakes, made up of werewolf Jeremy, werecat Matt and human man Trevor but he adopted them both from shelters thinking they were just pets and ended up with roommates

[vagrantblvrd]

Avenues (1/1)

Summary: The way Jeremy and Matt meet – it’s kind of a disaster.

Well, okay, not a disaster, just.

Par for the course for them, which is more or less the same when you think about it.

Notes: For @cool-loser who asked for Jeremy/Matt and FAHC first meeting. :D?

(Read on AO3)

Jeremy’s new to Los Santos and low in the pecking order of his crew.

Small-time criminals just trying to get by in Los Santos and smart enough to avoid trouble with other gangs and crews by sticking to their little corner of the city.

It’s a step up for him from throwing himself into the ring night after night and hoping to make it out with no serious injuries just to make rent.

The tiniest step up, anyway.

He’s gotten better at stealing cars, faster.

Fills the quota his boss sets for them with time to spare to pick up side jobs here and there. Earn enough to so he can splurge on little luxuries like food that doesn’t come out of a box or a can.

He’s on his last car of the night, some idiot who parked their car in shady looking parking lot down on the east side of the city.

Older model missing its hubcaps and obvious that it hasn’t been washed in far too long. There’s rust creeping up in spots and overall it’s in pretty shit condition. Might get a few hundred on some used car lot, but it’s more likely it’ll just get parted out in a chop shop somewhere.

Jeremy checks the area for witnesses, but aside from a few workers on their way to a bar after work there’s no one around.

The door to the car isn’t locked, which makes Jeremy pause.

Because one, what kind of idiot leaves their car in a place like this, let alone leaves it unlocked?

And two, the inside of the car is a mess.

Cracked upholstery with padding poking up in spots, sure, but there’s trash and other shit everywhere. Empty food container from takeout placed and boxes piled up on the passenger seat toppled over to spill their contents across the driver’s side. Unused napkins (thank God) on the floorboard and when he peeks into the backseat it’s more of the same with clothes and blankets mixed in.

“Jesus Christ,” Jeremy mutters, knowing he’ll get an earful for stealing a hunk of junk like this.

It’s one thing to bring his boss a piece of shit car on its last legs, and another thing entirely to bring one as messy as this one since it means extra work on their part. Jeremy shakes his head and gets to work, wincing when the car’s engine groans to life, alarming noises coming from under its hood.

It isn’t until he’s at a red light half a mile down the road that he realizes he’s not alone in the car.

Hears faint shifting, sliding, but figured it was all the crap in the car moving around with the way it shakes when he goes anywhere near the posted speed limit. Doesn’t think much of it as he tries to map out a route to the location he’s supposed to bring the car without risking taking it on the freeway in his head when he hears someone clearing their throat.

“Uh, so,” someone says, sleep-thick voice mild confusion.  “I’m pretty sure I don’t know you?”

Jeremy would like to say he doesn’t let out a startled yelp, but that would be a boldfaced lie, wouldn’t it.

Has a fucking heart attack as he turns around to see some skinny fuck blinking owlishly at him, still half-buried in the pile of crap in the backseat.

“What the fuck?”

The guy just stares at Jeremy for the longest time, and then reaches up to push his glasses up. Eyes flicking to something behind Jeremy, and coughs.

“Light’s green, dude.”

Jeremy -

“What the fuck.”

The guy’s just watching him, not alarmed in the least at waking up to discover someone’s not only broken into the car he was sleeping in, but is actively stealing it.

With him in it.

Jeremy looks around the neighborhood they’re in, notices a few familiar landmarks that help ground him.

“I’m just,” Jeremy says, brain working overtime to process the situation, looking around the neighborhood they’re in and spotting familiar landmarks that help ground him. “I’m gonna take us. Over there.”

========

Over there is an all-night diner. Greasy spoon kind of place Jeremy’s gone to a before after a few rounds in the ring. The staff have seen just about everything there is to see in Los Santos.

Stands to reason if they didn’t give him a second glance when he was fresh from a fight they won’t bat an eye when he comes in with some scruffy looking semi-hobo trailing after him.

He gets them a booth in the back, and thanks the waitress who brings them water and coffee without being asked.

Jeremy toys with the corner of his menu while the guy studies his. Makes these little noises every so often like he’s considering each item on it as though it’s some kind of major life decision.

Who can say, given what little Jeremy knows of him so far it might be.

“So, uh,” Jeremy says when he can’t not anymore. “What’s up. You know, with you?”

The guy glances up, head tilted to the side.

“What?”

Jeremy stares at the guy.

The guy stares back.

“Do you - “ Jeremy trails off, not sure how to ask the guy if he has any idea how stupid he was sleeping  in his car like that, in a neighborhood like that without coming off as an asshole, but. “Uh.”

The guy keeps staring at him, and Jeremy goes from fidgeting with his menu to holding on to it as if it’s a lifeline. Or you know, rather than straight up throttling this guy because Los Santos is going to eat him alive.

And oh boy does the guy notice.

Eyes dropping to Jeremy hands and back up to meet his eyes.

Raises his eyebrows, and then that weirdly apathetic expression of his cracks, this slow smile spreading over his face as he laughs.

And laughs and laughs and laughs.

It’s not an unpleasant thing, makes Jeremy want to laugh too, but you know. The whole thing about this guy being a complete moron.

After a moment the guy gets himself back under control, leans his face in his hand as he regards Jeremy.

“This is by far the best carjacking I’ve experienced since I got here. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Jeremy is beyond lost, and a little concerned at the implication the guy’s been carjacked before, because Los Santos.

“What?”

========

So.

The guy’s name is Matt and Jeremy was one hundred percent right about him being an idiot.

New transplant to Los Santos like Jeremy, and somehow made the cross-country drive here in his junker of a car.

Claims he’s good with computers although Jeremy’s yet to see him in action, and also -

“Oh, dude, nice.”

He’s Jeremy’s roommate?

Something like that, since he has nowhere else to go and Jeremy’s got a couch he can sleep on and he thinks he’s still in shock about accidentally kidnapping Matt. (Kidnapping, abducting, Jeremy’s not a fucking lawyer.)

Feels a little weird about letting him fend for himself in Los Santos, and anyway, what harm could it do? Matt’s taller than Jeremy, sure, but he’s a twig.

Jeremy pokes his head out of his tiny kitchen to see Matt looking through his game collection, and shoves that twinge of guilt he gets every time he sees it.

He should trade them in along with the console since he doesn’t have a lot of time to play in between everything else. That, and it’d help take some of the strain off when it comes to bills and food and whatever else, but it’s nice to have something that’s not connected to the shit he does for a living these days.

Matt’s looking more animated than he has since Jeremy met him, that moment where he cracked the hell up in the diner aside.

“You can play if you want, just don’t delete my saves,” Jeremy says, because he’s got groceries to deal with first.

When Jeremy explained the whole bit about stealing his car, Matt had laughed and told Jeremy he could still have it since it didn’t belong to him anyway.

Which.

Not like Jeremy can judge him, and it had been a weird enough night as it was, so.

He got the lecture of a lifetime from his boss, but he also got his cut and that had been enough to cover bills and food for the week for him and Matt and that’s all he cares about for the moment.

“You don’t mind?” Matt asks, thread of uncertainty to it like he’s finally realized how bizarre this whole thing is.

“Just play the damn thing,” Jeremy says, smiling to to take the sting out of words because Matt -

There’s something kind of lost about him that Jeremy recognizes in himself, and figures it won’t hurt to stick together for now.

They can hardly do worse for themselves, and who knows where it could take them one day?

[shadeofazmeinya]

Maybe a Freewood where it's fahc au, they are in high school and both join the same crew, Gavin is a nerd and Ryan being a jock. Idk I kinda combined 2 thoughts?

I’m always a fan of them knowing each other before joining the Fakes! And both knowing each other young. Maybe they never talked much in school, different social circles probably different years as well. Never had a reason to get to know each other but then they’re seeing each other doing these criminal activities and they’re surprised. Maybe a little distrustful and definitely think the worst of each other at first. I mean, Ryan sees this pompous rich kid all the time at school, always needing attention or hidden away with his nose stuck in his laptop. Doesn’t think much of him at first, but then slowly comes to find out that these riches are all from stolen money, his family’s been in the criminal business for generations and it was only natural Gavin should join in. But he’s trying to find his own way, not doing exactly what they want. And maybe find some corruption that isn’t as bloody thirsty as theirs.

And Gavin sees this shy kid, but a decent guy. Has good solid friends that don’t like him just because he has money, is a decent sports player. Could get a good scholarship, go to a good college, live a good life. But here he is, wasting it away with running with this random crew. Only to find out later Ryan’s home life isn’t exactly that great either. Or really, non-existent as he’s left to find his own money, his own way to survive. He’d never afford a chance at college and certainly doesn’t have the family who’d care if he went. He’s just trying to stay on his feet. The two dance around each other for a long time but eventually get to know each other. Maybe become friends.

And when that first crew they join turns to shit, destroys itself from the inside out, the two stick together as they run away. Forming their own crew until they find a better one with like-minded people to join.

[ohnoitsgay]

Master List

List of all writings and art I have posted on tumblr, organized to make it easier to navigate.

Dear Even Hansen:

Connor Lives AU:

First Real Encounter

Walls

Lies Unfold

Hurtman AU:

Hurtman

Meeting

Mute AU: 

The Project

Getting High

Evan in the Bathroom

Home Sweet Home 

School Days

Not Again

Aftermath

Welcome Back

String of Hope

Saviour AU:

Startings

Absolute Worse Day

Stroke of Luck

Oneshots/Never Continued/Headcanons:

Connor Murphy Headcanons

The Family

Safety: Shelter AU

Disappear: Perfect Child AU

Kind of Brothers AU

Unnamed Idea

Alternate Ending

Ficlets:

Tree Bros #1

Tree Bros #2

Connor/Jared #1

Siblings #1

Art:

Tree

First Ever Connor Drawing

Freckled Conner

Cotton Candy AU Connor

Be More Chill:

Mermaid Michael:

Contest Entry

Mall Fears

Calm Down

Claustrophobia 

Rape Whistle AU:

Screw Teachers

Sound of the World

Boardwalk Boys AU

Summary of Getting Together

Pre-Date Anxiety

Types of Pairings

Anorexia AU 

Initial Concern 

Low One Point 0

Downfall

Not Supposed to Happen

Oneshots/Never Continued/Headcanons:

Parent’s Restaurant 

You Ready? Fake Dating AU

Introductions: Demigod AU

Roles: Play AU

Ex-Lover AU

Kind of Brothers AU

Drama Plays AU

Your Lie in April

Valentine's Day

Thinning AU

Reunion 

Eccedentesiast AU

This Boy Suffers From Crystallization AU

Winter Love

Hey Angel

Confessions

The Adventure Zone:

Taakitz Ficlet #1

Headcanons

Art:

First Ever Taako

FAHC:

Stormy Days

Sorry

Golden Target

Matt Head Canons

Sander Sides: 

Dark Side Virgil Theory 

Can Deceit Be Good?

OCs:

Goretober Day 3

Potions and Break Ins

Random Writings:

Representation 

Sometimes I Forget

Ephemeral 

I Hate Her

Stand Back

[ragecutie]

i don't know but if i have niche followers who like AH and 5sos but im currently writing this sort of two half fics of pre-fahc mavin au that go together based on two of their songs so get excited

[miss-ingno]

Fics I Wrote, 2k19 Edition

All fanfic I posted last year. Meant to do this around Christmas, but uh, things happened. Whoops. But better late than never, am I right? :D?

Updated Stories

Your Prince Is In Another Castle - OT6, DnD/Minecraft AU, co-authored by @itskaysno​. Added chapter 9 (3.6k for 31k total)

Series

Misfits: Jeremy/Ray/Michael/Gavin/Ryan college au with vampires!Ryan and Ray, and werewolf!Jeremy - The Canine: Jeremy & Ray, past Raywood (3.8k) - The Comfort: Jeremy & Ryan centric, background Mavinwood + Jeremavin (500)

Moniker: A Crew For Two: Jackeoff, fahc, sequel to Dead Man's Tale (3.3k)

Not A Good Man (But You Got Conviction): Batman AU Caught The Cat's Eye: pre-Turnfreewood, pre-Treremy, flirting (6.3k) Don't Dream (Don't Even Think): Trevor & Ryan (half-brothers), co-written by @itskaysno​ (1.8k)

Who Made These Promises: past Raywood, established Trevyan, Trevraywood endgame, fahc - The Replacement: 6 chapters (49k), the story of Ray's return and subsequent drama - The Reciprocation: smut fill-in for the black-out scene from chapter 6 (5.6k)

A Family Of Liars And Lies: Mavinwood, fahc, the Nana Haywood series - A Very Nana Christmas: in which Michael & Gavin meet Ryan's mom (2.2k)

One-Shots

A Trickster's Pact: MCU crossover, Freewood (550)

Proposal: Ryack, high school au (500)

Suitable Distraction: Trevredovin, fahc (500)

Everyday Shenanigans: Jeremavinwood, fahc (500)

random Prison angst: minecraft/king au, Jerevin (440)

Friends On The Other Side: demon au, witch!Gavin, implied Jeremavin (3.8k)

Flip A Coin: Jerevinwood, fahc, smut (3.7k)

This Is How We Roll: Freewood, Dusk Boys band au (2.4k)

Amateur Hour: Freewood, Battle Buddies, fahc (4.5k)

Misc. Fandoms

Rifts in Time: Disney’s Descendants, Time Travel series - Mistress of the Universe: Belvie, Mal/Evie travel to the crowning ceremony (2.8k) - What's My Name: Juma, Jane/Uma travel to the kidnapped prince (5.7k)

Vigilante 2890 (a comic by Kael McDonald): - Girl Talk: Carrie and Anina discuss the crew and their hotness ranking (500) - Roll Initiative: Mash invites the crew to a DnD XE game (500)

Filibert the Brave: the story of an unsung DnD hero (500)

Sink Your Teeth In (To The People You Depend On): MCU/Jurassic World crossover, raptor!Darcy joins the raptor squad (2.7k, WIP)

Memory Baubles: Naruto, Ino-centric time travel (2.8k, WIP)

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Which means we got a wordcount of 108.5k for 2019! Not as much as last year, but not bad all in all. (Especially considering I haven't really counted Eclipse and some other unfinished WIPs that I started writing. Oh well, they'll count into the 2020 tally.)

[ao3feed-mavin]

Never Fall In Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PpfY8o

by keelerpeeler

Ryan’s 5 rules for life:

1. Shoot first, ask questions second 2. Think ahead 3. Save yourself first 4. Don’t get too comfortable And most importantly

5. Never fall in love

  Ryan lived by these rules. As the menacing, fearsome, and well, lonely Vagabond, it wasn’t hard. Until he breaks them, for the first time in years.

Words: 29958, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of One Shots

Fandoms: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ryan Haywood, Gavin Free, Michael Jones, Jack Pattillo, Geoff Ramsey, Jeremy Dooley

Relationships: Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood, implied relationships - Relationship, Jeremy Dooley/Michael Jones, Jack Pattillo/Geoff Ramsey

Additional Tags: This is a long boi, Fake AH Crew, GTA AU, Fem! Jack, Some pre-fahc, Getting Together

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PpfY8o

[ghostywrite]

Firecracker - Chapter I

ao3

His head was against the window, long, dark expanses interrupted periodically with the muted yellow glow of streetlamps. It’d been a long fucking day.

He worked at a convenience store, just enough to scrape by in a shitty apartment at the far edge of the city. But his manager had been on a tear all day and hadn’t protested when Michael offered to work a few hours overtime. As it happened, the overtime was him hauling everything around in the warehouse, his shoulders aching as the dull vibrations of the bus seemed to blur with his hazy memories of the day, the people he’d seen, what he’d done, and the passing landscapes.

He was running, something chasing him— seconds later and he was in his room, leaning back in his chair and gaming, uneasy murmurs all he could hear through his headset. He jumped when a hand gripped his shoulder, straining back when it shook him. “Dude, c’mon. End of the line.” He blinked, reality sinking in slowly as he realized he’d drifted off.

On the fucking subway. Well, shit. He looked up at the guy who’d woken him, half expecting him to be the driver or security. Instead the guy looked pretty average, his eyes his most noteworthy feature, so bright blue it was almost startling. They stared at each other for a moment more, and Michael could have sworn the stranger smiled, eyes crinkling up at the corners. He sat forward and in that moment of breaking eye contact, the stranger’s face had fallen back to a stoic indifference, taking a step back as Michael hurried to gather his things, double-checking that his possessions were still in place. Luckily, everything was.

He glanced back up at the guy, still waiting there. Waiting on him? “You said this was the end of the line?” He asked, voice failing his attempt at being casual, tight and more than a little accusatory. He considered rewording it, then quickly decided he didn’t care. The guy nodded, arms crossed and looking towards the front of the car as if waiting on something. Michael swung his backpack over his shoulder awkwardly, hesitating before sliding conspicuously out of his seat, straightening up a little too near the stranger who hadn’t done more than take that first step back. Up close, Michael wasn’t surprised to see that the other guy was definitely taller than him. “You, uh, comin’?” His hand tightened on the backpack strap as the stranger turned to look at him again, one dark brow raised.

“Right, of course.” He uncrossed his arms but seemed more uncomfortable for it, very little time passing before he put his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooked over the edges. Michael took in the overall image for a moment, storing it for future reference; taller, his black hair pulled into a small ponytail, jaw slightly raised. His shoulders were straight and rotated slightly back, making his posture look confident even as he seemed discomforted. He jerked his head to indicate that Michael should go in front of him, so he led the both of them off the subway. He expects the other man to leave as soon as they’re out, surprised as he falls into step beside Michael. God, like this the height difference is really noticeable, Michael eye-level to the guy’s neck. Wild.

“Uh, thanks. For waking me up.” The guy shrugged again.

“Don’t mention it.” The lack of continuation didn’t surprise Michael, but the fact that he was still walking with him did. He decided to just roll with it.

“What’s your name?” He looked at Michael and something about those seeing bright eyes lowered, glancing sidelong at him, it sent chills down his spine.

“Ryan.”

“Cool, cool.” Christ, he felt awkward around this guy. Around Ryan. Belatedly, he realized he hadn’t introduced himself. “I’m Michael.”

“Yeah?” Ryan smiled again, that slender little smile he had. “So what’s your story, Michael?” One hand lifted from his pockets, reaching out to tap his index finger against the backpack strap, about an inch above where Michael still gripped it. “Student, late nights, not enough coffee?”

Michael snorted, wishing. “Nah, man. Just a shitty job. Long day.” Ryan hummed in his throat at that, a low acknowledgment. The silence that followed started to bug Michael, but not as much as the fact that Ryan seemed content to walk beside him… all the way home? Not wanting to continue that train of thought, thank you very much, he began speaking again;

“So, what about you?”

“Mm?” Ryan glanced at him again, but Michael stared straight ahead, only catching the look in his periphery. “What about me?”

“I don’t know, man. Do you work, got a wife, what’s up?” Ryan exhaled hard through his nose, it taking a moment for Michael to recognize it as a laugh.

“I work, sure.” He shrugged again, it seeming to be a habit. “Wife? Not so much.”

“Yeah? What do you do?” It seemed safer to ask, anyway. He sounded bitter about the wife thing, and Michael could imagine that he’d gone through a breakup or rejection. Since it was hard to gauge his age, he might’ve even been married before and was now divorced. It would hardly be the first time Michael had met a divorcee. He noticed Ryan’s jacket creaked when he shrugged, the leather bending.

“This and that.” His voice had gone from even but welcoming to flat, toneless. The warning wasn’t remotely subtle and Michael took it to heart, trying desperately to come up with a different subject. “I guess you could call me a handyman.” He looked up at Ryan, forgetting he was trying to not stare anymore, but the other man’s eyes were far away.

“…Clean up people’s problems?” Abruptly those eyes came back, Ryan stopping outright to stare at him. Michael had taken a half-step before realizing, turning slightly to stare back at him, meeting his gaze as evenly as he could.

“What’s it to you?” Ryan looked him up and down, not bothering to disguise it. “You got problems?” It was Michael's turn to shrug.

“Nah.” He tugged at his backpack strap, adjusting it. Maybe just trying to break the sudden tension that stole through him.

This is not a moment. This is not special. This man means nothing and cares nothing for me. This is nothing.

It felt like it, though. It felt surreal, a moment stolen out of time, impossible and fragile. He felt like clay, felt Ryan’s hands on him despite the distance between them. Was it because they were from the same world? Was it because Michael wanted to fuck him? Was it because of those eyes? Or was it just because Michael clung to everyone, anyone, pathetic and flighty?

“Huh.” Ryan made the noise sound interested, and Michael was only a little frustrated with himself for wanting to shiver all over again. “Couple of people who know about problems. You got your people with the problems.” Ryan held up his hand, index finger raised. He raised his middle finger as he continued; “next, you got the handymen, like me.” A third finger rose. “Then, the guys who cause the problems.” He lowered his hand, this time putting it back into his pocket. For the first time his smile showed his teeth, and it made Michael want to shiver in an entirely different way, fear spiking sour in the back of his throat. “Interestin’ to see a little thing like you, got no problems, but knows about problems. Care to explain, sweet thing?” He tensed, squaring his shoulders up best as he could. He refused to deflate when Ryan’s laugh rang sharp and cruel in the deserted space.

“Ain’t that hard to know fixers,” he spat, hand clenched so hard around the strap that his knuckles were stark white. Ain’t so hard to fix it on my own, he doesn’t add. Schoolyard bullies? Ended up with broken noses, Michael’s voice cool and steady as he told them that next he’d break fingers. Guy got a little more handsy than he wanted? Wasn’t so hard to let his jacket sway open, let the glint of metal catch their eye, his voice velvet as he leaned up close and told them where they’d find their hands next if they touched him again. He’d been bred tough, maybe, but he was pretty sure he came out kicking and screaming and just hadn’t ever stopped.

“Yeah?” He felt like the word meant something more, more than it should, pissed off that he couldn’t figure it out. He was already angry at the condescension, not noticing the tight clench of his jaw. Least Ryan’s smiled had eased, the glint of teeth obscured once more. “C’mon,” he said simply, beginning to walk again. They leave the subway station that way, side-by-side in a silence that Michael suspected was only tense on his end, Ryan seeming to be once again worlds away. It wasn’t until they paused on the street that Ryan spoke again. "Thing is, I just got back.” The words came out of nowhere, Michael frowning, lost. Ryan didn’t glance at him. “Grew up here, learned my trade, left for a couple years. Crew came and went. Felt like time to come back home.” He kept waiting, not turning to face him properly. “Lost my people here, though. S’why I left the first time. Don’t really know the streets right now, the crews.” He shrugs. This time Michael doesn’t see it, much darker out here than it was in the station, but he recognizes the creak of the leather.

“So, what, you need a tour guide?” He doesn’t disguise his anger, the words coming out biting, sharp. Ryan seems completely unfazed, even when an increasingly frustrated Michael turns to face him.

“Not that.” Finally, he turns to look at Michael. The slender smile is back on his lips. “I need a crew.”

“Oh, that’s fresh.” Ryan’s smile fades slowly, replaced by what Michael almost believes is genuine confusion. “Real cute. What next, we gonna have an interview? I tell you my qualifications, you laugh in my face? Or you gonna save that for back with your buddies?”

“What—“

“This is a good one, I’ll give you that. Real fucking elaborate. Who put you up to it?” Ryan just stares at him, his silence infuriating Michael even more. If he wasn’t clutching his backpack like his life depended on it, he might’ve tried to slug him. The words are rushing out, seeming to replace the punch. “I fell for this shit once. Once. That wasn’t enough for you sick pieces of shit? You really wanted to recycle this one?” He’s not looking at Ryan anymore, in his own head. It’s hard to keep his eyes open, his anger threatening to collapse inward, to consume and suffocate him instead of burning those who’d hurt him. “You think I’m weak? You think I can’t fucking take you?” He finally drops his backpack, Ryan unreactive even as he lets his weight lower, settle further into his hips.

“Michael, I don’t know what’s going on—“

“Liar!” He can’t tell if he says it or just thinks it, already throwing himself forward. Ryan steps back, his longer legs placing him out of the range of Michael’s first swing but that doesn’t matter, that doesn’t fucking matter at all because sweet, blistering fire is flaring up under Michael’s skin, lighting him like a supernova. He’ll burn everyone to cinders. He’ll destroy them. What he’d left in water he would lay waste to in flame.

“Michael!” Ryan’s voice is sharp, demanding, but it just makes him angrier. The authority of it was like a slap to the face. “Stop!” But he just snarls something, rushing in again, heedless and thoughtless, lost to the fire. He wraps his arms around Ryan’s midsection, right shoulder slamming into his gut, his momentum carrying them both down. But almost before impact Ryan is rolling them, his right hand curled tight around Michael’s throat, his left at his waist, fingers just touching the hilt of the knife Michael hadn’t noticed. He’s a little more interested in being able to breathe again, squirming under Ryan, trying to dislodge him. At least make him relax his grip. Instead he just tightened it so hard that it felt like Michael’s eyes would burst, an incredible pressure building in the base of his skull before his throat was just as suddenly released. He gasped in breath after breath, his fight torn out of him by the fear of death, his fate seemingly inevitable.

He closed his eyes against the hot threat of tears, hating it and himself, hating Ryan, hating Los Santos. But moments pass, the urge to open his eyes, to see what’s about to happen to him warring with his need to never see his fear being realized. He almost loses the battle of will to surprise, Ryan’s hand coming off his throat at the same time his weight came off Michael’s stomach, but he just continued to lay there, hands clenched into achingly tight fists at his sides.

Get it over with, get it over with, get it over with, get it—

Nothing happens. He can’t help it, opening his eyes, panicking when he doesn’t immediately see Ryan. He shoots upright, ignoring the sudden awareness of the giant ache of his back, his splitting headache. He sees Ryan about ten feet away from him, turned half-away, lit cigarette in his mouth. He glances at Michael but then looks forward once more, leaning against the wall idly. He doesn’t say anything as Michael slowly levers himself up, or as he grabs his backpack again, swinging it over his shoulder, wincing when he realizes it’s probably going to be a little bruised. “Do you smoke?” It breaks the silence, Michael not realizing how tense it was until after Ryan speaks. He doesn’t, usually, but he nods anyway, Ryan tapping him out a fresh cig and passing it over, following it up with a lighter. He lights up slowly, methodically, trying to still the trembling that remains. His legs are shaking. It’s embarrassing.

The smoke tastes awful, coating his tongue in thick nicotine. He sucks on it too hard, the smoke super-heated as it hits the back of his throat, an ache he’ll feel for the rest of the night. Among other things. It’s Ryan who breaks the silence again, rustling around in his pockets. Michael stares at the glow of the cigarette, the depression showing that Ryan is biting into it, holding it in place as he tears a strip of the inner lining out of the carton. It takes some more rustling, but eventually he comes up with a pen, using the carton to brace the scrap as he jots something down on it. He pockets all but the piece of paper, holding it alone out to Michael, his fingers just barely on the edge of it. Ryan’s care to be unthreatening interested him more than the scrap, which was exactly why he reached forward to accept it, eyes widening as he saw it was a series of numbers. “You asking me out?” He doesn’t mean to sound so incredulous, but Ryan’s only response is to smile. No teeth.

“I need a crew, Michael. A real one.” He shrugs, the leather creaking. “One that wants to be there. One that wants to be a crew. You get me?” He jerks his chin at the number in Michael’s hand. “That’s me. If you want in, call me.” He finally pushes off from the wall, reaching out to clap Michael’s shoulder companionably. It only barely made him flinch, and Ryan kindly pretended to not notice. “I’m off, but Michael…” He tensed, waiting. “Maybe watch the news tomorrow morning. Just a thought.” His smile broadened at Michael’s frown before he turned away, lifting a hand absently in a wave.

Michael resettled his backpack and slowly turned, walking the opposite way. He’d go home the long way, it didn’t matter.

[vagrantblvrd]

@rogueghost​ Tumblr’s still acting weird for me so I had to do the old DIY reply to your ask, but here you go. :D?

Oh, friend! There’s so much lore to Destiny that I haven’t kept up with myself because ~lazy. The AUs I’ve written are a mishmash of Destiny universe and ~artistic liberties on my part, so yeah.

(There’s an amazing video here about the lore thus far that I hope to watch One Day? But, again, lazy and lack of time to sit down to properly absorb it.)

Quick background on the games/Ghosts for those who don’t play the game/want to see me ramble on about A Thing:

The game tells us is the Traveler (giant white space orb/messiah/McGuffin showed up in our solar system which resulted in what’s called the Golden Age where human technology advanced like whoa. (But surprise, surprise, the Traveler was being pursued by an enemy referred to as the Darkness and things got messy for humanity, something that happened to several races that happened to run into the Traveler before us.)

There was an extinction level event several centuries before the events of the Destiny games called The Collapse when the Darkness caught up to it. The Traveler “died”, creating the Ghosts as it did to seek out Guardians...who tend to be dead at the time (they get better) who then join the ranks of the Guardians (who for the most part) fight to save humanity/the universe and/or engage in shenanigans such as flinging themselves off the Tower for funsies and the whatnot. (Guardians have no common sense, btw. Also, lunatics.)

BUT.

Back to your amazing prompt???

It would be this entire Thing on its own because I want to set it before the games back in the days before there was a Vanguard, which from what I gather from the lore I have read was not unlike ye olden medieval days/wild west with sci-fi twist, because yes. (Also, it was referred to as the Dark Ages, so yeah.)

Geoff and Jack are among the first Lightbearers that are referred to as Risen in various bits of game lore, right? Before the Iron Lords and the whole “Guardian” business with the Vanguard and the Tower and all that good stuff.

Back in the days where there were some like them who abused their powers over those who weren’t like them. Grabbing land and wealth for themselves and gaining followers through fear and the whatnot?

They spend a long, long time trying to figure out what the hell is going on because no memories of their past lives and this hellish world they’ve been brought back to with Fallen and God knows what else wandering the lands.

Just these little glowing balls of Light and sass nagging them about finding shelter and armor and weapons,  getting them into hiding when Fallen patrols or other bandits go past.

Abilities before there were proper classes and sub-classes and all that.

Geoff and Jack both lean more towards the floofy jumps and glides of Warlocks. (not that they know what a Warlock even is at that point, of course.)

Jack’s abilities and whatnot lean more towards a support role, but he’s not defenseless, oh no. He learns to use his Light as a weapon and that goes for Geoff too.

They carry guns and knives and in a pinch whatever is at hand.

Run into each other in a little settlement somewhere and at first it’s this Thing where they’re keeping their Ghosts out of sight – Warlords and so on who flaunt their little Ghost friends and the way people have learned to react to them. (And also? Just smart not to go about advertising the fact you’re harder to kill than most, that if they don’t know you have a Ghost you won’t stay down once someone tries to put you in the ground.)

There’s an attack, Fallen or human bandits or some Warlord’s goon squad trying to terrorize the settlement into rolling over for them. Pay a tax or whatever they’d call it back then to “protect” them from the roving bands of Fallen and other enemies.

Can’t do much without giving themselves away – and why would they? They don’t owe these people anything, and that old woman scooping her wares off the ground where her booth’s been knocked down tried to shortchange Geoff less than an hour ago.

The asshole with the weapons parts Jack needed is – okay, he’s kind of dead now, but he lied to Jack’s face about not having them in stock. Said he’d have to ask around, and wouldn’t you know it that would cost more. (Jack can see the parts he was after spilling from a box hidden at the back of the guy’s booth and into the grass, blood all over them and what a mess.)

Still.

Jack quietly takes the parts he needs and leaves the money he would have paid fairly for them and a little more with the boy crouched beside the booth. (His mother’s a settlement over, said she’d be a bit before joining his father with the parts she was bartering for there.)

Sighs as he looks down the road the goons left on and starts after them. Geoff’s munching on an apple he got of a nearby tree and watches him go, all thoughtful about it because there are people mourning here and they don’t owe them a damn thing, and what does that idiot think he’s going to do about it?

So of course he follows, just to see.

The end up killing everyone at the Warlord’s little castle, wherever he’s holed up because none of them will listen to reason and the man’s a blowhard. Full of himself because he’s clearly been chosen for a reason, and what else could it be than to rule over the weaker, lesser people in this section of the world?

And Geoff, God, Geoff.

Died several times getting to this asshole, right? Snipers and assholes with knives and other melee weapons and he was in dire need up upgrading his armor before he waded into this fight, but he’s got his trusty Ghost buddy and this stubbornness that just won’t quit. Smiles because this pathetic weasel playing king and is just like, “Oh, buddy, have I got news for you.” and behind him Jack pops his super, Radiance lighting up the Warlord’s pitiful little throne room.

Geoff lets that sink in for a moment before he fricking nova bombs the Warlord in the face.

It kind of hurts a little, when they see the asshole’s Ghost hiding in a corner of the room waiting for the right moment to resurrect the bastard, because their own Ghosts and the bonds they’ve built with them, you know?

But the little Ghost floats out to the center of the room, looks down at the body of its chosen and sighs because it knew a long time ago it chose poorly. (Maybe the Warlord could have done great things with this second chance, but he chose to do terrible things instead.)

They could kill the Ghost, make sure the Warlord didn’t come back, but -

There’s no point to it now. The Ghost is surprised at their decision, maybe disappointed. (Easier for things to end and not have to consider everything that went wrong because of its choice of course. Having to go on however long with that hanging over it? Nothing like mercy, is it?)

So.

They leave the Ghost behind, and all the dead in the halls and rooms where they fell. Find the path that leads away from the settlement and that small little Warlord and keep walking. (Swear they see a light in the woods along the castle grounds following them for a distance, but they leave it be and eventually it vanishes, wandering as aimlessly as them.)

And then!

They kind of fall in together after that, aren't really friends but there aren’t that many directions to go in, you know? And sometimes the Fallen patrols and whatnot are tricky for one Risen to deal with alone and it’s just.

Convenient.

They’re not bad guys, really, certainly no villains, but wouldn’t you know it? There are a lot of people out there who claim they are?

All these warlords with their bounties and other thieves and grifters with grudges to bear against them. Settlements who aren’t sure what to make of them and are wary of strangers because it pays to be paranoid.

And sometimes they kind of do bad things, pilfer some goods off a settlement where the leader’s an asshole and it’s doing well enough for they won’t miss just a little and so on and so forth. (Ignore the fact they maybe stop ‘round a poorer settlement or homestead kind of place to barter their stolen goods for a place with a roof over their heads for the night and so on. Because unimportant and definitely not a Good Deed or anything.)

Eventually they happen on this little asshole of a Hunter, a kid, really. (Well, no. Just. Young.)

Skittish, almost, the way he acts around them and after they win his trust by sheer dint of doing nothing he joins them beside the campfire they’ve set up.

Well, not nothing. Just. Something?

They set up camp in a clearing of the forest they’ve found themselves in this time. Tired after crossing a snowy mountain rage and it’s warm enough where they are they won’t freeze to death at night. (Once was enough, thanks.)

Hunt and fish and forage for food and leave the Hunter they spot lurking about alone when they realize he’s no threat to them.

Eventually Gavin gets curious enough, or maybe something else because he comes to their campfire with tidbits of food of his own. Treats and delicacies he’s made himself or bought or traded for somewhere else to supplement whatever Geoff and Jack caught/foraged for themselves.

They share stories, mostly Geoff and Jack about their adventures up to then. Little ones, because they’d hate to spook Gavin, scare him back into the forest and probably gone off somewhere they don’t stand a chance of finding him again.

After a while Gavin offers up some of his? Mostly advice for the area around them, dangers to look out for like Fallen patrols and the like.

Geoff asks after this human bandit encampment he heard about from a settlement nearby and Gavin goes quiet. Shifts uncomfortably before he tells them it won’t be a problem anymore and leaves it at that.

They don’t ask because they have stories of their own that end like that and it would just be rude after the goodies Gavin shared with them, so they don’t press.

The three of them wander around the forest for a few days, a week. Headed the same direction to another settlement nearby and it’s pretty nice having someone else around for a change, you know?

But once they reach the settlement Gavin vanishes on them and knowing how skittish he is, they don’t go looking for him.

A few years – twenty, thirty, maybe more – go by before they run into Gavin again.

They’ve left Earth a few times since then, gone wandering in these Jumpships that fell apart on them before too long and they ended back up on Earth.

By that time there’s a new group of Risen calling themselves the Iron something or others, and they’re out there giving the Warlords a time of it to hear the stories.

(A few from this shady guy who owns a bar in this little settlement that grew up to be a tiny town. Tells them about this lady named Efrideet responsible for the hole in the ceiling of his fine establishment, but he doesn’t seem too annoyed about it, so it’s probably fine.)

Run across this kid in a town somewhere, angry as hell and taking on some Warlord’s stooges with just his fists. Seems weapons would just slow him down because he’s doing just fine resolving whatever argument or debate he’s engaged in by punching the shit out of his opponents.

When it’s over they buy him a drink because it saves them the trouble of handling things themselves – picked up a bounty not too far away the kid took care of for them – and they offer to split the reward money since he did all the work.

And Michael, okay.

Squints at them because he sure as hell doesn’t know them, but who is he to turn down a free drink?

He agrees to taking a quarter of the reward because it seems they won’t accept anything less, but whatever. He would have have kicked the shit out of those assholes anyway for trying to bully the people here and this way he’ll have a little extra money in his pockets. (Whatevers.)

They part ways there, but he tells them if they need a hand they’re welcome to in touch with them.

Geoff and Jack wander a little more. Hear about these Iron Lords or whatever they’re calling themselves these days and are understandably concerned because the warlords business and who says these idiots are going to be any better?

(Say they’re out to protect people and all that, but entire settlements, towns, have gotten caught in the crossfire between them and the warlords and the only ones to walk out of it are these Iron Lords. So. Yeah. They’ve got some trouble thinking anyone’s a good guy in that scenario.)

More time goes by and they’re at some little outpost somewhere when Gavin pops up out of nowhere.

Strained look on his face and eyeing Michael who’s with them warily.

Says, “I could use your help,” which is a first because whenever they run into him he’s the one helping them out.

Hell of a sniper and no one better they’ve met when stealth is needed and anyway, anyway, they say yes because of course they do.

Like this little idiot who creeps around the wilds like it’s second nature, goes delving into Darkness Zones looking for God knows what. All kinds of trouble he gets up to and no one watching his back and just.

They worry, okay? They do.

More so with the way he’s all wound up about something. Won’t even tell them what it is until they’re out of the outpost and miles into the woods. Ghosts telling them no one’s around to listen in and even then he’s nervous.

Michael, who’s been quiet through all this loses his temper, snaps at Gavin to get on with with it already, fuck’s sake.

Jack goes to rein him in because Gavin and skittish and just, not what they need right now?

Only as it turns out, it kind of is because Gavin just.

Spills this story about coming across a crashed Fallen ketch in the mountains nearby. Too deep into Fallen territory – and treacherous terrain besides – for anyone to have reason to go up there.

But because Gavin’s an idiot and his Ghost is just as much of one, they went up there anyway.

Snuck past Fallen patrols and the whatnot to get into the ketch and found a Ghost in an odd little device that kept it from transmatting somewhere safe. Little thing begging them to find its chosen because the Fallen had caught them by surprise.

Overwhelmed them in an ambush and caught the Ghost in the cage it’s stuck in, kept its chosen because they thought he had answers they wanted.

Gavin glosses over the interrogations the Ghost told them about, how they’d torture its chosen to the point of death and have it resurrect him to do it all over again and the worst part is its chosen honestly didn’t have the answers to the questions they kept asking him? Resurrected a year ago a most when they were captured and wandering through the area by chance and just bad luck all around.

Anyway, anyway, he knows they don’t know this poor bastard, but Gavin can’t just leave him there, okay? He can’t get the guy out himself, but if they don’t want to help that’s fine, he understands, he’ll find a way -

Geoff and Jack are just like, no, you little idiot no, we’ll help. Just. Don’t do anything stupid okay?

Gavin is like “...okay?” because he didn’t know if they’d say yes – none of their business and sure, they’ve been pretty vocal about not getting involved things that don’t involve them, but that’s all just talk.

(They’ve been getting into trouble that didn’t concern them for a long damn time before now, and hey, Gavin’s kind of their business because they like him okay?)

Michael doesn’t know what Gavin’s deal is, but he’s always up for a fight and nothing better to do and when Geoff and Jack ask if he wants to go along he’s just like, sure, why not?

Gavin isn’t sure about him because Michael is a stranger to him? But he doesn’t seem too bad and Geoff and Jack like him and anyway, the more the merrier?

Thy follow Gavin up to the Fallen ketch, take out Fallen patrols and whatever else in their way headed there. Gavin has to sneak in ahead of them because there are traps and security measures the others would trample their way into and just.

“Be back in a moment,” and goes invisible because he’s got all them Hunter abilities and the whatnot.

There’s this uncomfortably long bit of time where the others are in hiding to avoid being detected and wondering if Gavin got caught by the Fallen. This whole argument about having to break in and save him too, which is when Gavin reappears, all “Took longer than I expected, but it’s all clear now,” and scares the bejesus out of them because Hunter and stealth and where the hell did he come from?

Gavin shrugging and totally not laughing at them as he takes the lead.

They get pretty far in before they’re noticed, and then it’s all fighting and shooting and maybe dying once or twice to be resurrected by their Ghost or picked up by a teammate.

Gavin makes for the trapped Ghost first, figures they might need it by the time they reach this captured Risen which, yikes? (But also smart, and also it’s easier to get and on the way and just. It works out.)

The Ghost they rescue sticks close to Gavin and his Ghost, nervous little thing after all it’s gone through and then there’s more fighting and the whatnot to get to this idiot who got himself caught.

Dicey moments and definitely some dying on their parts because there’s a Fallen tank in the ketch - naturally - and all these Vandals with their fricking wire rifles they don’t see until it’s too late, and anyway.

It’s a hell of a fight to get the guy.

Have to deal with a Kell, because of course they do, but four Lightbearers deal with him better than one or two would have and then they get to rescue the poor bastard.

His Ghost tutting and fussing and Ryan – because of course it’s Ryan – is just like, I’m alright, stop worrying and also?

Suspicious of his rescuers because he’s never seen them and four Lightbearers? Makes him Concerned, okay.

Things aren’t as bad as they were before the Iron Lords or whoever showed up, but it’s still.

He’s not very trusting, is the thing.

Grateful for the rescue and all, but not super friendly. (Which, understandable considering his recent experience.)

The group sticks together for a few days after they get out of the mountains and back down to a nearby settlement. Aren’t surprised when Ryan goes his own way – tells them he owes them one and goes off with his Ghost for more adventures or what have you.

No one is surprised when Gavin follows him all stealthy-like.

Well. Not as stealthy as he could be, because he doesn’t want to make Ryan jumpy about feeling like he’s being watched? But Gavin kind of bonded with Ryan’s Ghost a bit when he first ventured into the Ketch. Couldn’t sneak out right away and ended up living inside it avoiding Fallen for a few days. Crept down to see Ryan, talk to him when he could to tell him he’d find a way to get him out of there, you know?

(Hiding out in some little corner somewhere in the Ketch – too risky to sleep or too paranoid and there’s one or two Fallen watching Ryan he can sneak around to see him. Think about how it’d feel if he was the one in Ryan’s position and how easily that could happen to a lone Lightbearer and how awful it is that Ryan’s been there all that time and no one knew and just. He’s attached now, alright?)

Ryan too out of it most of the time to know about it, but his Ghost tells him about the idiot who went snooping where he really shouldn’t have been. Lurking about the Ketch even after he could have gotten out to make sure he had the layout and patrols memorized before going for help and just.

Everything.

So he’s not worried when the same idiot follows him when he goes on his own way, getting more bold or just bored/curious when he stops pretending he’s not following Ryan and walks into the little camp he makes somewhere.

The two of them traveling around together for a while, a few years, maybe more before they get a call from Geoff and Jack because Michael’s in a situation thanks to this asshole he fell in with somewhere.

Nothing too dire, just need the extra firepower and they help get Michael and his buddy Jeremy out of a Cabal base somewhere.

And then they go somewhere to celebrate and just. Stick together for a while?

Nothing more pressing to deal with – the Iron Lords have things pretty well in hand and all, warlords mostly gone and a semblance of order to things.

But there are still baddies out there, places the Iron Lords don’t have resources to protect just yet and they make a living out there.

Bloody, ugly living sometimes because baddies who were born that way and no one else to handle things and they’re not the bad guys here, but they’re not good either.

The SIVA clusterfuck happens and there’s this...chaos, panic for while. Things get hectic, threaten to go back to the way they were before the Iron Lords and it’s awful right?

This little group of Lightbearers out there doing what they can to keep things from getting too bad even if it means liberating goods and supplies from people hoarding them, refusing to share with those in need. Stopping the more aggressive assholes from trying for power grabs and the lot.

Maybe a few of them think twice about forming the kind of bonds they have when they see what happened to the Iron Lords because they’re not invincible even with their little Ghost buddies, you know?

But they keep on keepin’ on and watch as more and more Lightbearers show up, the City grows and Titans built its walls and the Vanguard come into being. Lightbearers start calling themselves Guardians, of all things.

And that gets derisive snort from Geoff because pretentious much? But the Guardians grow in number, fight against the Fallen and whoever – whatever – else threatens humanity. (Their City.)

Put out patrol beacons and organize strikes and all that nonsense and all these freshly resurrected Guardians going out and doing good things with their second chance. (Some driven by the desire to help mankind and all that, others by the promise of loot and prestige, and those with nothing better to do and a Ghost nudging them in the direction of being helpful.)

Still they hold out for a while, not wholly trusting in the staying power of the Vanguard and what they’re doing in that City of theirs or their Tower after seeing what happened before them.

Eventually though, they get curious.

Or maybe the Vanguard’s heard about them and they got curious.

Whichever one it is, they end up running a few strike together. Do some patrols on the side because guaranteed glimmer for some menial task they would have done for free. (Would have gotten parts and supplies anyway, handful of glimmer, but now? Better pay and earning trust in the bargain.)

Stop having to scavenge for the stuff they need and – this is bonus in Gavin’s mind at least because he’s never forgotten what happened to Ryan – someone besides one of them who’ll notice if they’re in trouble or go missing.

Who will send others to look for them (how many times have they done the same for the Vanguard already? Asked to find some wayward Guardian who bit off more than they could chew) and mourn them if they can’t be saved.

To be honest, Geoff and Jack are all about that side of things with the idiots they’ve joined up with, you know? Michael and Jeremy are one thing, get into trouble for the hell of it sometimes, but Ryan and Gavin?

Those two get up to trouble because they’re too damn stupid. Go off on their own into Dead Zones and everything else all the damn time, wander the wilds for weeks on end where communications are spotty and they won’t know they’re in trouble until long after the fact.

Ray’s even worse, but he’s one of the most capable Lightbearers any of them have met so it’s. Bad, but the whole trust thing?

(And anyway, there won’t be a time they aren’t worrying about any of their idiots, so. Yes.)

Maybe this Guardian business isn’t such a bad thing after all.

Still takes a while before they decide to throw their lot in with them, move to the Tower, but eventually they do.

Have this hidden base of sorts in the wilds all nice and locked down in case something goes wrong – Cabal attacking the city and cutting off their link to their Light, for example – and other hidey spots and boltholes all over the system because.

Paranoia for good reasons and being prepared, and anyway, anyway.

They have this little section of the Tower for their group, little clan, if you will. Pick up new Guardians every so often. Freshly resurrected or ones they hit it off with when the Vanguard sends them on strikes and the whatnot.

Lindsay and Trevor and this whole slew of new idiots Geoff and Jack watch over in their own way.

Gavin is thrilled at not being the only Hunter in the bunch when they find Alfredo. (Or maybe he finds them???)

Anyway, there’s this feeling of safety, security they have now they didn’t before being part of something bigger than themselves. (Not perfect, because the Vanguard can be horrifically shortsighted at times, but they’re doing their best.)

Also?

Loot.

Lots of loot and glimmer and that’s the important thing.

Really.

[ashren]

Interview with a Fic Writer

Thanks for tagging me @socially-awkward-skeleton :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10 right now! I did have some fics on an old side blog that i forgot to move to Ao3 before deleting rip to those :,) but even then it would only be like ~14

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

33,229

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Most of my top 5 are from Check, Please because I wrote for that fandom a while ago so they've also been up for ages now! from

5-Duck and Cover (TOW- Felix's POV)

4-Waiting for the Opportune Moment (Check please! nurseydex)

3-Vacationland! (check please! nurseydex and also my first fic on Ao3 lol)

2- Bitty's Favorite Peach (check please! zimbits)

1- Bitty's Beer League (check please! zimbits au)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I generally try to! But I also forget to a lot bc I forget to respond to literally everything 😭

I super appreciate every comment i get tho, truly 🥺💕

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

TBH i'm a sucker for happy endings bc idk the world sucks enough already (that's not to say i won't consume angsty media, i'm just not here to write it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

so p much all my fics have a happy ending lol. however, i do have some of Ren's pre Hope life written out and if i ever posted that as a fic it would 100% be the angstiest fic

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

haha yeah so they're all happy :,) but the "happiest" would probably Bitty's Beer League bc it's my longest fic and they're idiots who like each other but don't realize it

OR u could say the happiest ending is in Max Capacity bc that's the only smut i have up heheh 😏

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not that I've posted. They usually super self indulgent so I never bother polishing them up or anything

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Lol nope!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

:^) I have One up and i have many half finished pieces scattered in my docs 😅

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not beyond just brainstorming before hand

13. What’s your all time favourite ship?

HARD ONE

Spideypool i think

I always go back to those two

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

Parvati's POV story 😭 i just lost steam on it immediately bc i hadn't figured out a lot of Ren's character yet, and now it's just sitting there while i obsess over pirates

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at writing fluffy pieces! Like i said, i write a lot of happy stories so i've gotten a bit better at writing those cute fluffy moments

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

stealing from skelly, general descriptions 🙃

i tend to get so wrapped up in moving the story along that i forget to orient the reader in the space a lot of times

which is why editing for me is VERY important bc usually that means for me "adding in very important details ur reader needs to understand the story" lol

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i don't do it bc i only know one language but i love it when authors do it in general!

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

........i was a kid, keep that in mind 😅

twas blink 182 rpf 😭 i grew out of that p quick and then i wrote for some small fandoms occasionally but Check Please was the first thing i posted to Ao3!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet, but want to?

Many ships, probs too many to count, but for fandoms, probably the FAHC (fake AH crew/ Achievement Hunter GTA personas) or honestly spideypool! id love to write more marvel comics fanfic in general but i'm not as comfortable with their voices (yet)

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

That I've published? Bitty's Beer League! It's the longest fic i have and i spent a lot of time on it when i wrote it, and even though it's not the polished piece ever, it's still a fun reread for me :)

That I haven't published yet? This Pirate Au, i'm going in hard on it and might be able to post some chapters soon!

i waited so long to do this i think everyone i know has been tagged, but if u wanna do it consider this me tagging you ! :3

[shadeofazmeinya]

56 Freewood? In any au of your choosing

#56: “I don’t do hugs.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

It’s said gruffly, as the Vagabond stares him down. Gavin sighs, lowering his arms. Of course the Vagabond doesn’t like hugs. Of course he wouldn’t want just a simple hug as Gavin is trying to celebrate their successful job they just ran together.

“Whatever,” Gavin huffs, moving over to the small desk in the motel room they’re hiding out in. “We’ll work up to hugs then. Maybe we can start with high-fives. You do know what a high-five is don’t you?”

Gavin’s pretty sure he can see the Vagabond rolling his eyes under the mask. Which, he still hasn’t taken off. Sure Gavin knew when he first approached him to work with him that the masked criminal was never seen without the mask. He just had no idea he wore the mask all the time. Like it’s glued to him. Hell, maybe it is. Maybe it’s stuck due to some hot glue accident or melted into his skin from some sort of fire-

“We need to wrap up the job first before we do any sort of celebrating,” the Vagabond says, cutting off Gavin’s thoughts.

“Then can I get a high-five?” Gavin retorts.

“Sure,” the Vagabond says in what almost sounds like a chuckle. But Gavin’s not convinced he can even laugh. “Then you can get a high-five.”

drabble challenge

[fuckyeahrtfanfic]

any new Marvin hybrid au? or just any new mavin in general?

Michael/Gavin

A Study In Feline Mating Behaviors: by one Gavin Free, PhD. by BovineButcher

AO3

Summary: “So, I think Michael wants to eat me.”

Geoff takes one look at him and starts laughing so hard he has to pull over to the side of the road.

(Or, Michael’s been acting weird and Gavin has a theory: too bad it couldn’t be farther from the truth.) [PG]

WC: 2,156

[Tags: AU (Hybrid), Fluff]

Michael/Gavin + Ryan/Ray/Jeremy + Jack/Geoff

Life Really Sucks, but It Sucks A Little Less With You by Aveilok

Summary: A hybrid AU inside a HS AU which is pre FAHC. Gavin is a bird hybrid in a world where hybrids are seen as being lesser beings and are forced to where a shock collar to keep them in check. He has always been targeted because of being a hybrid, openly gay, scrawny, and pretty much everything about him. And now his mom is moving them to Texas, because, you know, that's a place that is always super accepting of people who are different. While there he meets a bunch of other hybrids who are also just about as fed up with everything to do with anything as he is. They get together and much mischief and mayhem ensues as they try and find a way to be happy in the shitty world they live in. (Everybody else's hybrids are cat Michael, bull Ryan, bun Ray, lion Jack, ram Geoff, and fox Jeremy; I couldn't find a good precedent for Lil J so I just picked fox for all the foxy ;) puns he could make) [PG13]

WC: 7,712 - Discontinued

[Tags: AU (Hybrid), Series, Fluff, Friendship]

Michael/Gavin + Ryan/Ray + Geoff/Griffon +Matt B./Jeremy

Fly Like A Bird by sheronthekitty

Summary: Once upon a time, Humans and Hybrids were equal. They lived together in harmony, co-existing. But as the years went on, that changed.Humans, being afraid of the Hybrids, stripped them of their rights, making them slaves, workers, servants, even toys. The Hybrids tried to fight back, but being outnumbered by the Humans, were quickly defeated. Every hybrid now must wear a collar made of Silver. The collar is inscribed in Runes that keep the Hybrid in check, cutting their strength and senses in half, and if a Hybrid is out of like, can be activated with all sorts of punishments.Rooster Teeth is a well known Hybrid-Rights group, as well as being a safe-haven for free Hybrids and Humans alike. But they are more then just a rights group, they also actively free Hybrids and fight and kill Slavers. The biggest sub-group is known as the Achievement Hunters.Join Gavin Free as he is thrown from his life as a slave, as an experiment, into a world of fighting, freedom, and maybe even love. [PG13]

WC: 13,943 - Discontinued

[Tags: AU (Hybrid), Series, Fluff, Friendship]

Michael/Gavin + AH OT6 [Jeremy]

Our Echoes by Strigimorphaes

Summary: When Jeremy starts having odd dreams, he discovers that the crew is bound together by more than money, luck or loyalty.This isn't the first time they've met.

WC: 6,388

[Tags: AU (Hybrid), Fantasy]

This is what my search turned up.

Hope you enjoy!

-Bro

[redvsvblue]

Chadwood. But Chad is a vampire. And Ryan is the only one who's worn Chad down enough that the jaded facade he wears is gone and the vampire is back to almost pure innocence in Ryan's presence. But then also, angry, overprotective Chad ruthlessly slaughtering anyone who hurts Ryan.

YES. YES WHAT A GREAT CONCEPT. 

I adore this because, like, when they first meet Chad’s still smiley and easygoing but he’s sharply cynical, doesn’t seem to linger too long on anything or anyone, jaded but not quite cold, not completely. Seems it, but isn’t. 

MM OKAY SO WHAT ABOUT FAHC AU where Ryan first meets him (pre-Fake, just running jobs to pay the rent in his freezing, leaky flat) on the run from the cops - climbs onto the roof of the building adjacent his to sneak in through his fire exit and he comes across someone else up there, dressed in black from head-to-toe and a sniper rifle strapped across their back. 

And instead of anything normal, like hey or who the fuck are you, Ryan opens his mouth with aren’t you cold, because the guy’s in a T-shirt and jeans and fingerless gloves and nothing else and winter’s setting in and there’s already a chill setting in even under Ryan’s thick leather jacket. 

None of your business. 

Ryan gives him a slight nod and - well, it’s awkward, sure, because he’s just as obviously carrying - a holster on his hip, the pistol dangling from one hand - so Ryan just…moves past mystery guy. 

Not lookin’ for me, are you? He can’t help but quip before he jumps the gap between buildings. 

Not unless you’re Lucy. 

And Ryan shakes his head and salutes him with two fingers and climbs over to his building as the sniper lays down to set up. 

Ryan doesn’t expect he’ll ever see him again. 

– 

Ryan sees him again on the same damn rooftop two weeks later, still in a T-shirt and still not shivering even though Ryan’s fingers are numb without his gloves. 

And maybe they run into each other a few times, trade quips, and Ryan doesn’t quite know what to make of the sniper that’s apparently made his neighbour’s rooftop a base. (He hasn’t. Chad’s just a little intrigued by the human running around on rooftops and knows he can catch him here. He’s not even doing any jobs here. He doesn’t even snipe that much anymore.) 

And from there they start up a sort of friendship, and it takes two months for Ryan to realise Chad’s - off. Not just in the quiet, introverted way of his, but off. 

Although - he’s not as quiet and cynical as before. He’s opened up a bit, he laughs and jokes and he knows the good Chinese places and the good 24 hour diners and eventually he even invites Ryan along when they meet up after another of Ryan’s escapes. 

The dinners aren’t dates but they are totally dates oh my god. Chad would joke that he feels almost human again when he’s with Ryan and Ryan’s still a little flustered and trips over his words a bit but he seems genuine, confident in his abilities and a little less so about himself, handsome in a way that makes Chad’s eyes linger on his face instead of his neck. It’s nice. It’s good. Chad ignores Ryan’s mortality and Ryan ignores his stranger danger morals for a few hours each week. 

It goes to shit. 

Not really, but Ryan walks out of his rundown building at four a.m. to ditch his bloody clothes in a bag by the dumpster and - 

There’s someone at the end of the alley. 

Ryan’s immediately on guard, hand going to the gun tucked into his waistband and scrutinising the darkness - eyes flash up at him and the light shifts and he sees Chad and - and blood? And blood smeared around his mouth, a mostly empty bloodbag in his hands and oh god that’s why there were cops at the blood bank. And Ryan freezes and panics and Chad frantically wipes his mouth and gets to his feet and wait, I can explain! and Ryan - Ryan knows vampires exist but it doesn’t come to his mind immediately because there aren’t many on the West Coast - too sunny too often, they prefer cloudier climes, and Los Santos is not a cloudy clime. 

Chad catches Ryan around the arm before Ryan can walk away and Ryan only barely suppresses the urge to quickdraw but Chad’s looking at him with such sincerity, such clear please that Ryan’s a little helpless to it and he lets Chad urge him back into the shadows, against his better judgment. 

And there, in a grimy alleyway at four a.m. in the winter of Los Santos, Chad quietly tells Ryan he’s a vampire and all Ryan says is so that’s why you aren’t cold. 

Chad looks at him for a stunned moment and Ryan’s lips twitch up in a slight smile and they end up in only partly hysterical laughter. 

– 

It takes a few days for Ryan to sort it all out in his head - he’s fine with vampires, met quite a few when he used to live back east, but he just needs a little time to reconcile Chad with vampire. And to smack himself in the forehead for all the things that explains, now. Why Chad’s skin is always so damn cold. Why he always leaves before dawn. 

So, is it inappropriate to still want to kiss you? Ryan asks when they’re tucked into a tiny booth at the back of Palace Hong, half-muffled into a dumpling as Chad pauses. 

I’ve been told I run cold, Chad jokes instead of an answer, but he lifts his head and glances suggestively at Ryan’s lips and this is a hint Ryan can read. 

Well then let me warm you up, Ryan quips with a poorly-hidden snicker and their first kiss tastes like face paint and peanut sauce. 

– 

With the secret out, things change. 

Things change in general - Ryan starts picking up bigger jobs, more money and more reputation, catches the eye of a particular Geoff Ramsey and flirts with taking any of his offers. 

But now Ryan starts doing jobs with Chad and immortality? Very useful for a bullet to the chest, and it’s hard at first to remember that a horrific slashed throat heals in under a minute for vampires, but eventually he learns and they start working together more smoothly, almost seamless in their rotation as Ryan guns down a rival gang member and Chad gets more up-close and personal with knives and pistols and his fists. He can afford to take a few hits, after all. 

Ryan getting caught in a bad situation walking home, almost mugged, and he’s sure he’ll have to turn over his wallet when the mugger suddenly yelps and there’s punches and Ryan shakily turns his head to see Chad viciously breaking an arm and snarling at the mugger to shut up and go home. 

The mugger does. 

Ryan’s still a little wary for a moment, but Chad runs a hand over his face and stands up and asks if Ryan’s okay and just like that he’s back to his usual playful personality. 

Ryan learns that Chad is terrifying when he’s pissed. Fortunately not a lot of things seem to piss him off - except for an endangered Ryan, and Ryan’s - just fine with that. 

(The protection extends to when Ryan finally joins the Fakes, and there’s a month or two of Chad making sure they’re not trying to screw him over before he lets Ryan introduce Chad to the group. Gavin loses his fucking mind. (Over the vampire factoid and the Ryan’s shagging a bloke?! factoid.) It’s hilarious. Jack’s still laughing about Gavin’s reaction a day later.) 

[visceralgrrl-blog]

when will i stop being a huge coward and write the au that’s nothing but ray and ryan running two Weird Twitter accounts and that’s how they meet in a fahc universe pre-fake ah. when your dumb criminals are also masters of the twitter hellscape

[miss-ingno]

I'm sad that Turnfree isn't a popular ship, because man do I love that dynamic, it's so fun to read.

It is! I love them to pieces (and I’d probably write them more if I weren’t always on my Freewood bullshit, so all attempts at Turnfree usually end up Turnfreewood during the plotting stage pretty early. Whoops?)

There used to be a pretty strong showing for Mavinseg, so that’s where I got most of my Turnfree fix back in the day.

I do have one pure Turnfree fic though, if you hadn’t seen it yet! Criminal Tango (fahc, T, 4k, with gorgeous fanart from the lovely @squigglysky )

These Little Lies(fahc, M, 29k) is Turnfree-centric for the first 3 out of 4 chapters, so that might work for you, too?

And Caught The Cat’s Eye(Batman AU, T, 6k with Treremy) is technically Turnfree, though they only share the last two scenes and nothing too outwardly romantic happens between them, sorry.

(the second to next fic in the Concubus series should be from Turnfree PoV too and focus on their relationship and lives, if the muse is willing. Again with a backdrop of pre-Turnfreewood, but, in case you’re curious)

[mavinsheartbeat]

Please

Send me song Suggestions for my FAHC playlist!

songs can be for:

One Crew Member

Full Crew

Any Ship

Any Team (ig Lads/Gents/B-Team)

Any AU

Any time (ig pre-crew, post-crew, old crew)

And to some extent, Fakehaus, Fakechop and Fake Pine 7

ENJOY!! PLEASE SUGGEST SONGS!!