Summary: Gavin was the third crew member of the Hunter, and though more people had joined, he expected things to stay the same. Though, of course, nobody accounted for mermaids.
Summary: In hindsight, busting into a gang’s headquarters without any backup was most likely not Ray’s smartest idea. It was obvious to him now that he should have, at the very least, scoped the area out. He was supplied with x-ray goggles for a reason, after all. Nonetheless, he was in a fucking pickle now and he wasn’t entirely sure he was going to be saved. Not this time.
After Jack foolishly volunteers, him and Geoff are stuck with preparing Thanksgiving Dinner for 21 hungry mouths.
Pairing: Could be JackxGeoff; also BurniexAshley
A/N: There were so many other characters in this that I cut because there were just to many for a thanksgiving dinner like holy shit. Also this is horrendously out of order from all the other fics but I wrote it today and it's American Thanksgiving sooo...
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1539
"Okay, next year we are definitely not volunteering to make Thanksgiving dinner. I am never doing this again." Jack said as he mashed enough potatoes to feed a small army. Specifically, the small army that would be showing up in just an hour.
"Listen, we didn't do anything. Adam asked if anyone could cook and you volunteered. I was roped in shortly after." Geoff announced as he shooed one of the cats out of the kitchen yet again.
"Yeah, but were we supposed to leave it to Joel? We'd all be poisoned."
"True or not, that did not mean we had to do it."
There was a slight knock on the door before it opened, and Joel stepped through, Lindsay right behind him.
"Speak of the devil." Jack joked.
"Knock knock, we brought pie." Joel said as he walked into the kitchen, setting a bag on the table.
"I helped make it!" The husky pup said excitedly, before eyeing Edgar and running after the large cat.
"Oh, good. Lindsay helped. Then it should be at least half edible." Geoff smirked, turning away from the vegitables to look at Joel.
"Oh, haha." Joel replied dryly. "Why don't you keep your eyes on your own cooking, Chef Ramsey."
"Hilarious." The ram's tail twitched.
"Geoffy, where are the boys?" Lindsay asked, coming back with the annoyed cat in her arms."
"They're outside raking the leaves." Geoff told her. "At least they're supposed to be. Why don't you go make sure they are?"
"Okay." She smiled happily, her tail wagging a mile a minute as she dropped Edgar back to the ground and ran for the back door.
When she stepped out onto the patio she immediately frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Geoffy said you're s'posed to be rakin' the leaves, not jumpin' in them." She yelled at the boys.
"Yay, Lindsay's here." Michael frowned.
"Why can't we do both?" Gavin asked happily. "We rake'em up, then we jump in'em, then we do it again."
"Oh, well that's okay then, I guess." She told them and jumped onto the grass.
Ray smiled and took a running start at the newest pile. He lept into the air and landed right in the middle, scattering leave across the yard.
His head popped up and he asked excitedly. "How high?!"
"At least a million, no a bazillion feet in the air!" Gavin told him, reaching his hands up to try to show the rabbit.
"Or using real numbers, I'd say at least 4 feet. Which is still very impressive for a five year old." Ryan, who had been actually raking leave on the other side of the yard, clarified.
"Sweet, I beat my Gavin record and my Ryan record!" Ray said happily, getting out of the pile and brushing himself off.
After another two turned, Lindsay then Michael, they were busy raking the last pile of leave. Ryan, having been doing the work the entire time, had put the rest in the compost.
"You can't have these, Ryan. They're the last ones!" Michael told him.
"Hey, did Geoff just say that Edgar and Percy are eating all the food?!" Ryan gasped, pointing into the house.
"Edgar, you stupid cat!" Michael yelled angrily while Ray followed in, horrified;
"No, Percival! We talked about this! You're not allowed to eat the human food!"
The other two children rushed in behind them and were all shocked when they seen Geoff, Jack and Joel all standing around the table, the food that was ready all untouched.
"I thought the cats ate it?" Gavin asked.
"Who told you that?" Geoff asked, a confused expression.
The tots looked at each other for a second, unsure of what to do when it dawned on them.
"Our leaves!" They said, and rushed back outside just as Ryan put the last of them in the compost.
"Our leaves!" Gavin called out again, pointing at Ryan.
Ryan closed the bin, wheeling it to the side of the house and gave his 'Mad King' laugh.
"Get him!" Ray called out, pointing furiously at his older brother, and the kids all charge forwards, Lindsay and Michael grabbing his legs, while Gavin got an arm and Ray jumped onto his back.
"You big dumb!" Gavin yelled. "We were using those!"
"And-" He said, taking a step towards the door. "Now-" Another step. "You're- Not!"
He reached the door and heaved it open, surprised to find Monty, Miles and Kerry waiting for them.
"Hey look, Kerry's here." Michael said, dropping off of Ryan's leg with a plop.
"And Miles, yeaah." Miles said quietly his arms up but the kids all disbatched from Ryan and flocked around the little mouse hybrid.
"Sorry, Miles. Your bro's got ya beat."
"Yeah, I know. Even Dad likes him more." He joked. "But whatchya gonna do?"
"Get a better personality?" Ryan suggested, then moved out of the way to avoid being slapped.
A couple minutes later and the doorbell was ringing again.
"I'll get it!" Gavin yelled, running to the door.
"No! I'll get it!" Michael yelled after him.
"No, no! I want to get it!" Kerry shouted, trying to keep up with the faster kids. He got past Michael, then reared up on Gavin who pushed him back, knocking him into Michael, who was pushed into a table. A vase that in all honesty probably should have been moved, was knocked to the ground, breaking into many pieces.
"What was that?" Geoff yelled, coming into the hall and eyeing the two kids, then the pile of glass. "For fu- Really, guys?!"
Gavin, with the help of his wings and the distraction, got to the door faster than the other two and threw it open.
"Cheater." Michael growled, his ears flattened to his head and tail wagging.
"Dads! Burnie and Ashley and Barbara and Meg and Arryn are here!" Gavin yelled as they walked inside, ignoring Michael altogether. "And they brought more pie!"
"Did you make them?" Lindsay asked the younger girls, one ear cocked.
"No we bought them at the market." Barbara replied, as if there would have been any other way.
"Pfft, me and Joel made ours." Lindsay said, turning around and walking away.
"Burnie, why didn't we make our pies?" Meg asked, her wing ruffling.
"Because we would have burnt down the kitchen, sweetheart, that's why." Burnie told the six year olds, then shooed them further into the house. "Go play."
"Dinner is ready once Adam and Gus show up." Geoff announced getting a lot of cries of distress.
"If we're waiting on uncle Gus we're never gonna eat." Barbara huffed, the caribou's ears lowering.
"Awe, come on, Babs. Have some faith in Gu- Yeah, we're never gonna eat." Miles declared, throwing himself across the couch, and across Ryan. The longhorn rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatics.
"But Adam is here, at least!" Miles said, his emotions doing a complete 180 as he jumped back up and his tail began wagging. Adam closed the door behind him and his sons, Team Mates all looking extraordinarily uncomfortable in thanksgiving themed sweaters.
Matt had a Maroon sweater with a Turkey on it, Jeremy wore a dark orange sweater with a pilgrim hat on it and Kdin had a purple sweater with a large orange leaf on it that was clearly too large.
"Awe, isn't that just adorable." Ashley awed as most of the other children snickered.
"Yeah, Grandma Ellis was over this morning and she made them all brand new sweaters, and they're really thankful to grandma Ellis, aren't they?" Adam lead them.
"Yeah, it's so warm." Matt said in a clearly rehearsed answer through his teeth.
Jeremy let out a grumbled, "I wish I could wear it all year long."
Kdin frowned. "I wanna set it on fire."
They all looked at the four year old, surprised expressions on their faces though a few of the younger kids continued to laugh.
"Now, Kdin, you know you're not supposed to say things like that in public." A lot of the adults exchanged looks.
"Hey Ellis, I think you're raising a dragon instead of a squirrel, just a warning." Geoff joked.
"Yeah, I'd hide the flammable stuff." Joel added and Adam hit him in the arm.
"Why are you all gathered at the door?" Gus asked as he stepped inside.
"Gus!" Many of the kids said excitedly.
"Kids!" He said back, a little confused at the joy.
"Alright, dinner time!" Geoff told everyone and they ran to the kitchen.
--
Everyone settled down around the house with their plats on their laps. The eight adults all sat down around the dining room table, having adult conversations.
The older kids, Ryan, Miles, Arryn, Matt and Jeremy, all sat at the kitchen nook, talking about aimless things. And finally, all the younger kids, Michael, Gavin, Ray, Kerry, Barbara, Meg, Kdin and Lindsay, all sat scattered around the living room watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving while stuffing turkey into their mouths. Though, more of Lindsay's food seemed to be going to Edgar and Percival then herself.
"So," Geoff said once he swallowed a bite of food. "This is never happening in this house every again."
"Awe, come on Geoff. It turned out so well." Ashley told him.
"Please, you should be thankful it happened this year."
They thought Ray was an angel, a quiet little rabbit that never did anything wrong, when really he screwed around just as much as Gavin and Michael did.
Pairing: Could be Viewed as JackxGeoff
A/N: The first in what you should assume will be many Baby AU one shots. I love this AU, and the hybrid AU, so I stuck them together.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1109
Michael and Gavin watched again as Ray was given a pat on the head and cookie handed to him and scowled.
Ray had been caught literally with his hand in the cookie jar, but Geoff didn’t seem to care. He had looked angry at first, but for some reason just sighed and told him he shouldn’t do it again.
“That was the third time he was caught this week, Michael.” Gavin complained watching the rabbit child sit on the couch with his treat and 3DS. “Why isn’t he gettin’ in trouble?”
Michael huffed. “’Cause Ray doesn’t ever get in trouble, Gabbin. He’s Jack an’ Geoff’s favourite, ‘cept for Ryan, maybe.” The cat complained.
“No, Geoff said he doesn’t have favourites.” Gavin countered.
“Well he does!”
“Well that’s not fair. Shouldn’t we at least get a cookie too?” He asked.
“I’unno, let’s try.” Michael shrugged.
They jumped from the window seat and walked into the kitchen, Gavin using his wings to jump to the counter and grab the jar, handing a cookie down to Michael before grabbing another for himself.
“Michael! Gavin!” They heard someone shout, and turned around to face Geoff. “What are you doing, it’s almost supper time.” He asked, walking over and taking the jar from them. He held his hands out for the cookies before putting them back in and setting it on the top shelf.
“And you know you’re not supposed to stand up here, Gavin.” He picked him up and set him back on the floor.
The two boys stared down at the floor, pouting. “This isn’t even fair.” Michael muttered.
“You can’t have a cookie before dinner; it’ll spoil your appetite. If you’re good you might be able to have one after.” He shooed them out of the kitchen, getting started on making the dinner.
They marched out, Gavin still with a pout, and Michael with a full on scowl, going over to sit by Ray, staring at him distastefully as he finished his cookie.
He was pulled out of his game when he noticed the two.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, pausing the game and sitting up.
“You’re what’s wrong!” Michael shouted, and Ray flinched back before looking back confused.
“What did I do?”
“Nothing, apparently.” Gavin muttered, and Ray just looked more confused.
“I don’t get it,” He told them, frowning. “Are you mad at me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“’Cause.” Michael told him, before grabbing Gavin’s hand and dragging him away.
Ray sat there in confusion, before running after them.
“Why are you mad at me? I didn’t do nothin’!” He shouted.
“You’re Geoff’s favourite!” Michael told him angrily.
“No I’m not! Geoff don’t got any favourite’s, he said.”
“Then why doesn’t he yell at you! Why don’t you get in trouble when we do?” Gavin asked.
“Oh. ‘Cause I’m a rabbit.” He said truthfully, fixing his glasses and shrugging.
The other two seemed lost at that.
“Well I’mma cat, what does it matter?”
“Well, when I was new here after they got me from Burnie, I did somethin’ bad an’ Geoff yelled at me. It was scary an’ so I ran away from him an’ Jack an’ hid in the cupboard.. When they found me I was still scared, but Ryan helped me get over it. I know him an’ Jackie ain’t never gonna hurt me. But they don’t yell at me anymore. They’re scared I’ll be scared and'll want to go back with Burnie.”
“So you cried once and now you don’t get in trouble?” Gavin asked.
“Yeah,” he shrugged again. “I heard him and Jack talkin’ one night, and they said they’d never yell at me again.”
“But you don’t ever get in trouble at school with us neither, when we do tricks!” Michael retorted.
Ray laughed. “Oh, I do that on purpose.” He said with an evil glint in his eye. “If I just look scared enough when she yells she apologizes to me for scaring me. I wouldn’t do it if she wasn’t so mean to you two.”
Gavin and Michael exchanged looks Gavin smiling and Michael shrugged.
“Okay, you’re forgiven.” He told Ray, and grabbed his hand. “Now com’on, we’re gonna try and teach Gabbin to fly before dinner.”
“Geoff and Jackie ain’t gonna like that.” Ray told them, but followed them out to the yard.
“It’ll be fine if bird-brain here actually flaps his wings this time.” Michael said pointedly at Gavin, then helped him into the tree in their backyard. He let his claws out and climbed up himself as Ray jumped and grabbed onto the branch, being lifted up by them.
They looked over the fence that separated them from their neighbor and Lindsay saw them, running over.
“You guys can’t use our pool as a landing ground today!” She told them.
“Why not?” Michael asked angrily.
“’Cause Joel just put the cleaner in it an’ it’ll turn your skin blue!” She said, her hand on her hips.
“Well what are we supposed to do, Lindsay?” Michael yelled, getting louder now that he knew their plan couldn’t go through.
He was louder than he thought, because soon Geoff and Jack were running outdoors.
“Boys, what are you doing?!” Geoff yelled, and they all gasped and climbed out of the tree, Lindsay forgotten on the other side.
It was a big no-no to push Gavin to try and fly, they were in big trouble. “We were just gonna-“
Geoff and Jack marched up to them angrily. “You weren’t going to try and get Gavin to fly again, were you?” Jack asked, and Ray winced visibly at the loud voices.
“You know you’re not supposed to be doing dangerous things like-” Geoff stopped, catching at glance at the wincing, sniffling Ray, looking like he was trying not to run and cry. “Oh, Ray, I’m sorry, we didn’t, we didn’t mean to yell.”
He kneeled down and pulled Ray into a hug, the rabbit now visibly shaking, tears leaking from his eyes. Both looked sympathetic, Geoff lifting him up and rubbing his back, and Jack hovering nearby.
He let out a small cry into Geoff shoulder, and the adults turned around bringing him back into the house, their prior activities forgotten.
Gavin and Michael exchanged looks, and then looked back at Ray. The rabbit looked up at them, and gave a smirk, mouthing ‘You owe me,’ before cuddling back into Geoff’s hold.
Michael looked back at Gavin, giving a smile. “This just gave me some ideas.” He told the bird, and Gavin smiled back.
“Yeah, they’re gonna be so busy with Ray they won’t notice if we go grab a cookie!” He smiled, charging into the house.
Oh no. A man other than Gavin that Meg uses *gasp* tampons. Whatever shall we do? This is outrageous!!
Women? PEriods? BODILY FUNCTIONS?! WHAT IS THIS?!
TBH- She’s a woman, women have periods and use tampons. It’s normal, natural and healthy. I guarantee that no girl gives a fuck. Honestly, I know girls that would personally send Meg tampons in the mail because that shit is expensive.
