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

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

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Death is Not an Escape

Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Dead by Daylight AU, Time Loop, Non-Linear Narrative

Pairings: Freewood

Summary: Gavin doesn’t know how many cycles he’s been trapped, surviving or dying and coming back to do it all again. At least he has Ryan, right?

Word Count: 12.6K

A/N: This story has been far too long in the works! I’d like to give everyone a quick reminder to heed the tags -this story is based on Dead by Daylight, and has some gore from that ‘verse.Thank you to Romanee for beta-ing! <3

“Quiet,” Ryan hissed. A bit redundant, really. His hand was already over Gavin’s mouth.

The Huntress hummed as she walked past their hiding space. Ryan and Gavin pressed close together between the wall and the crate, uncomfortable and cramped but as close to safe as they could be. For the moment. They listened as the humming and the footsteps remained too loud, even over their pounding hearts and the nearby generator. Ryan and Gavin kept their eyes on each other. It was their rule for situations like this, when they couldn’t run. No point in seeing what was coming if you couldn’t escape from it.

The footsteps faded first, the humming soon after. Ryan sighed. His hand dropped from Gavin’s mouth to grip his shirt and he smiled, even if Gavin could still see the fear in his eyes. The blue was the brightest colour in the Institute.

“C’mon,” Gavin whispered after a moment. “There’s another genny down the corridor, saw it earlier.”

“Yeah,” Ryan agreed. He didn’t move, not at first, and Gavin didn’t push him. The hand in Gavin’s shirt tightened.

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[myfanficsbringtheboystotheyard]

Recently hit 100 followers!

So if anyone has a prompt they'd like written for freewood or mavin (maybe ot6 but that's not my best) send it please! I would like to do a few!

[oracleinmychest]

FAHC Gavin origin

By the age of 10, Gavin was no stranger to pick-pocketing. He mostly went after wallets, but he would occasionally snag expensive looking jewelry to sell at a pawn shop on the shady side of town that was willing to turn a blind eye to his… method of acquiring said jewelry.

At age 10, Gavin had been on the streets for two years, having run away from his parents when they were on a trip to the States.

At age 10, Gavin got his first taste of the beauty of polished gold.

He was down by the  ocean, looking for unattended bags and wallets. It was cold by local standards, so there were only a few tourists enjoying a day at the beach. He wandered down the shoreline, no one even sparing him a glance. Who would? A kid strolling down the beach is hardly an unusual sight.

He saw them sitting on a rock next to two blue beach chairs. Two beautiful gold wedding bands. The couple had probably taken them off to avoid losing them in the waves. Gavin grabbed them without a moment of hesitation.

It wasn’t until later, when he was making his way to the pawn shop that he actually stopped to look at the rings.

They were plain wedding bands. The only difference between the two being a few small diamonds embedded in the smaller one.

They were gorgeous.

There was something about the way the sunlight reflected off the smooth surface… he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to sell them.

Looking back, it was highly impractical for him to keep those rings. He could have easily gotten a couple hundred for them, and in the years to come there were many instances where he really needed that kind of money. They didn’t even fit on his boney fingers. He had to keep them in the pocket of his dirty jeans.

Nevertheless, those rings stayed in his pocket, along with several other golden treasures that he collected from that day on. 
He was comparable to a magpie; always finding and hoarding shiny objects like bracelets and rings.

When he was 14, he found himself searching for half decent food in a dumpster behind a popular restaurant when a man in an expensive looking suit walked by. The man was tall, and he carried himself like he was someone important. Most importantly, a beautiful gold watch was clasped around his wrist.

He was exactly what Gavin looked for in a target.

He hopped out of the dumpster with a sigh, trying to sound as disappointed as possible without being overly obvious. Walking towards the man, he allows himself a moment to be excited about his find. After six years on the streets, he’s gotten remarkably good at pick-pocketing. The past couple years he’s managed to only get caught once or twice, and only when he was being particularly careless and cocky.

He’s unclasping the watch when a strong hand grabs his wrist. Gavin’s eyes widen as he looks up at the man. He has a long, curled moustache on his upper lip, and blue eyes so bright that Gavin feels trapped in his gaze.

The man smiles. Gavin feels afraid.

“Hey there, buddy. Whatcha doing with my watch?”

This isn’t the first time Gavin’s been caught like this, but it is the first time he’s felt frightened. Still, he has a system in place for when this sort of things happens, and it’s always worked in the past.

Gavin starts to tear up.

“Please,” he whimpers, “Please don’t hurt me. I- I’m sorry! I just- I haven’t eaten in so long and I… Please don’t hurt me. I just… I’m so hungry.”

The man doesn’t stop staring at him, but he does loosen his grip.

“You’re good at that.” he says.

Gavin wipes his eyes with his free hand and looks up at the man with wide eyes.

“Good at what?”

The man grins. “This whole situation. You’re good at snatching things, and you’re certainly good at talking your way out of things. For a kid at least.”

The man let’s go of Gavin’s arm and holds out his hand.

“Geoff Ramsay, and you are?”

“G-Gavin.”

“Well, Gavin, how would you like a job?”

“What sort of job?”

“Whatever you want really. We can start you off with some pick-pocketing, maybe move up from there if you feel comfortable. I can promise that whatever you choose, it’ll pay well.”

“…How well?”

“Couple thousand a week at the least.”

Gavin’s eyes widen. Without a second thought he grasps Geoff’s hand tightly.

“You’ve got yourself a deal!”

Geoff smiles again and gestures for Gavin to follow him. As Gavin falls into step beside him, he reaches into his pocket and fiddles with his treasures. This was the start of something good. He could feel it.

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Mavin - Fist fight

I post all of my fanfiction here, but if you want it earlier check out my AO3. Username is TooManyGlowStix

"What are you doing?" Geoff asked, staring at Gavin who was sprawled out on the floor. Geoff had walked in to the dorm room expecting his roommate to be...Not on the floor.

"Geoffrey I need your help." Gavin said, hands covering his face, not moving from his place on the floor.

"With what?" Geoff stepped over him and threw his backpack towards his desk.

"I need you to teach me how to fight."

Geoff couldn't help but laugh. "Gavin, you have to have someone else open soda bottles for you." He pointed out. "And the other day I saw you struggle with the cafeteria door."

"That's why you need to TEACH me." Gavin repeated, rolling into his side so he could look at his roommate. "Otherwise I'm going to die."

Geoff crouched down so he could see Gavin's face better. The boy looked afraid, to say the least. His pupils were enlarged, his face was red, and his hair was a mess.

"What's going on?"

"There's this guy in my science class. And I was messing with him, but it turns out he has absolutely no sense of humor!"

"What did you do?"

"I'm getting to it." Gavin sat up, leaned against the leg of his bed, pulled his legs into a criss cross. Geoff moved to sit opposite him, against his own bed.

"So we were partnered up, Michael and I, with a few other people to work on a presentation." He licked his lips. "So we were out in front of the building, discussing what we were going to do and he tripped and spilled a bit of his drink on me."

"Gavin is there a point to this story?" Geoff interrupted. "Because you're starting to lose me."

Gavin huffed "be patient." He said "this is important. Anyway, he spilled his drink on me. And I didn't mind, but I thought it would be funny if I pretended to."

"Why would that be funny?"

"Shut up. Now, as I was saying I was pretending to be mad. So of course I took my own drink and poured in onto his head. So he-"

"Jesus fucking Christ Gavin."

Geoff started laughing. "Why hasn't he already kicked your ass?"

"Listen to me, Geoffrey! So Michael got angry and started yelling at me. So I ran away."

"Of course, why wouldn't you?" Geoff snickered.

"But I've got science class again on Wednesday, and we're supposed to meet tomorrow to discuss our project more- of course I'm not going to that- but he's very frightening Geoff and I've not lived a long enough life!"

Geoff rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. "What's his name?" He asked, opening Facebook.

"Michael jones."

Geoff blinked, closed his phone, started laughing. "Michael jones?"

"Do you know him?"

"He's in fucking gaming club with me." He said, still laughing.

"Gaming club?" Gavin smiled. "So he's a nerd and he won't fight me?"

"Oh shit yea he'll fight you!" Geoff howled "he punched one guy in the face for talking too loud and making him lose at Mario kart. You're dead!"

Gavin let out a pitiful whine and covered his face again. "You've got to talk to him, Geoffrey, and convince him I'm a good guy and he shouldn’t kill me!"

"You want me to lie to him?"

"Geoffrey!"

Geoff rolled his eyes and stood. His legs popped as he unfolded them and he groaned. "I'm too young to be so old" he said, jumping onto his bed. He pulled his phone back out and scrolled through his friends list to Michael. He sent a message.

G: 'Hey, dude. You know the British asshole who threw soda on you?'

M: 'how do u know about that?'

G: 'he's my roommate.'

M: 'sucks to b u.'

G: 'he's freaking out because he thinks you're gonna try to fight him'

M: 'fucker ruined a good jacket.'

G: '...are you seriously gonna fight him?'

M: 'nah. But let him think I am.'

G: '...good plan.'

M: 'he'll think next time.'

G: 'no he wont'

M: 'tell him to do his research.'

Geoff ended the conversation by sending a smiley emoji and and thumbs up. Then he locked his phone and put it back in his pocket.

"I don't know what to tell you dude, you're toast."

Gavin groaned into his hands and flopped over ones the floor. "Just stab me now, before he gets the chance."

Geoff laughed. "No can do, buddy. But you should probably work on your science shit, so he isn't more mad about you not pulling your weight."

Gavin groaned again, but after a few moments moments of wallowing he eventually got up and opened his laptop.

Geoff smiled, and rolled over to get a nap in before his next class.

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When his last class of the day was over he walked into his room to another surprise.

Gavin was on the bed, at least, but he was naked. And not alone.

Although he was covered from the waist down by a blanket Geoff could guess that Michael was naked as well.

The two were asleep on the bed, and the box of condoms on Gavin's desk made it quite obvious what they'd been doing.

He rubbed his temples with his fingers. Gavin's last college hook up had been moment earlier. All he'd done since then was complain that the boy never looked at him in class, or returned his texts. That was just starting to wear down and now it's start all over again.

He almost wished Michael had just punched him, because this was somehow worse.

He walked over and flicked the British boy's nose. "Wake up" he whispered, not trying to bother the red head.

Gavin opened his eyes, then smiled. He looked from his roommate, to his bedmate, and back. "It was a good kind of fight, Geoffrey." He whispered. "I think I'll pour soda on him again tomorrow."

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Kid!Freewood - Frogs

Kid!freewood - frogs

Gavin free was only 10 years old when his parent died. They were travelers who rode across many kingdoms selling their wares and telling tales to any who would pay to hear. Gavin traveled with them. When they died he was left alone, a young orphan in an unfamiliar land.

He tried to do what he'd seen them do many times, sell bottles of dirty water to strangers as medicine for a nice coin, but no one trusted a child. Especially one as filthy looking as him.

Only 2 months after his parents died he'd used all of the money they'd had when they died. What little hadn't been taken from him by some of the larger children. He was starving.

He sat by the bank of a creek, drawling circles in the dirt with his finger, when he heard it. A deep, long croak. When he looked up he saw the biggest frog he'd ever seen.

His father used to cook frogs for him and his mother, frogs and snakes and any other animal he could get his hands on. Gavin licked his lips when he remembered the smiley taste.

Of course frogs didn't have much meat, but he was starving and this one was surely big enough to calm his stomach a bit. So he climbed to his feet and slowly started making his way towards it.

"What are you doing?" Just as he got close enough he thought he could grab it a voice startled him, and the frog, and it leapt away.

Gavin paid no mind to the voice and dove towards the water, desperately grasping for the small animal, but all he got was a brief fistful of water.

Disappointed, he lowered his head and let it rest against a slim covered rock. Then he heard the sloshing of water and a pair of velvet shoes blocked his view. He looked up to see a boy, around his age, dressed in fine clothes and with no dirt to be found on his body.

"I asked what you were doing." The boy said, scowling down at Gavin.

"I was trying to catch a frog." He answered. "But you scared it away."

The boy tilted his head but the scowl remained on his face. "Why would you want to catch a frog?" He asked. "They're disgusting."

Gavin sat up and got a better look at the boy. He was blonde, with blue eyes and pale white skin. He looked nothing like the other children he'd seen around.

"I was going to eat it." He said, and the boys ivory skin turned a pale green in seconds.

"Eat a frog?" He asked. "Why would you do that?"

Gavin squinted at the boy. "Because I'm hungry." He answered. Then he stood. "And I don't have time to sit here talking." He decided. "I'm going to try and find another one."

He stepped past the boy and started walking down the creek. He dared a glance back when he was far enough away and found the boy was still looking at him. It made him uncomfortable. But he didn't spare another glance when he started searching for another frog.

He found none. That night he went to sleep with an empty stomach again. He woke up through the night with deep hunger pains, and each time he wondered how long he'd be able to live like this. And if he even wanted to.

The next day he went back to the river again, to the same place he'd started the day before, and sat. He thought maybe the from would return. So he just had to be patient.

After a few hours in the hot sun Gavin felt himself starting to drift asleep sitting up. He tried hard to keep his eyes open, to watch for the frog, but he couldn't. And soon he was on his back in the dirt, asleep.

When he awoke there was something heavy and wet on his face. He reached a hand up to grab it but it was gone as soon as he touched it.

He opened his eyes and above him stood the boy from yesterday. He held a bucket that seemed to move on its own. Gavin sat up and wiped his face to find it slimy.

The boy smirked and let the bucket drop to the ground. Inside it were frogs to the rim. Gavin's eyes widened in amazement.

"Where did you get them all?" He asked.

The boy shrugged. "I haven't a clue." He said. "I asked one of the house servants to bring me frogs and this is what he brought."

"Servants?" Gavin asked, looking at the boy. "You have servants?"

"My uncle is the king." The boy boy replied matter-of-factly. "And when I'm grown I'll take his place."

Gavin blinked and looked back to the bucket. He was so hungry. "Did you bring them for me?" He asked.

The boy, the prince, scoffed. "Well I certainly didn't want them." He said, nudging the bucket with the toe of his velvet shoe.

Gavin stood and smiled "thank you!" He said, excited.

The boy shrugged and turned to leave. "They're not free." He said over his shoulder, and Gavin paused.

"I don't have any money."

The boy turned his head. "I don't need money." He answered as if it should have been obvious. "The other children are afraid to play with me, because of my uncle Edgar. I've grown bored of the castles service. Your payment will be that you'll play with me. Here. Every day." He turned back around. "Starting tomorrow. At noon. Don't be late."

Gavin blinked, and smiled. "I can do that" he said to himself. "SEE YOU TOMORROW!" He called out to the boy.

He watched him leave, then grabbed the bucket and took it back to the brokedown cart he'd been sleeping in. He started a fire the same way he'd seen his father so many times before. Then he started cooking the frogs.

He slept through the whole night with a full stomach and the promise of a happy tomorrow.

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Mine are all AH based, and will be posted on this blog. Hers are focused around OCs but they're all really well written and she and I would both appreciate it a lot if you would drop by and read hers and leave a comment telling her what you think. :) thank you so much to anyone who does. And stay tuned for a new kid!freewood oneshots coming in a moment.

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Freewood/mavin "flower shop"

Prompt 1: flower shop

Pairings: mavin/freewood

Michael stood outside the flower shop for nearly an hour before he convinced himself to walk into it. 'This is stupid' he thought. 'Just buy him a fucking flower and tell him how you feel'. It didn't matter that he was the arsonist for the city's most powerful gang, or that the intended recipient was the hacker for the same gang. They were both still people, and at the end of the day he knew Gavin would appreciate the gesture. Or he wouldn't. In which case Michael would turn his skills with fire towards himself. He'd carried the torch of unspoken love for too long, and his insides were mostly ash by this point anyway. Something about the boy with the golden glasses and silver tongue made him feel again like he hadn't since before his life turned to shit. If there was any chance that Gavin could feel the same about him, he had to take it. And the first step to that was into the flower shop. He'd expected just about anything to happen once he entered. He expected to be recognized, or for his body to burst into flames, or to fall into an opened pit in the earth. Anything really. Anything except seeing another crew member there as well, browsing through the isles of daisies and lilies. But there he was. The vagabond, known as Ryan when not in his "work uniform", the cities -no, the worlds- deadliest psychopath was gently caressing a carnation in he hands. Somehow it scared Michael more to see him like this than covered in leather and blood. He started to back out, but Ryan looked up just before he could and their eyes met. "Michael?" With an awkward wave Michael stepped towards his crew mate. "Hey." He said. "What are you doing here?" "Just looking around." He shrugged. Then bit his lip. Ryan did spend a lot of time with Gavin, he thought. Maybe if he told the man his plan he would tell him how receptive the brit might be. "Actually." He licked his lips. "Maybe you can help me." Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Yea?" Michael scratched his arm and took a deep breath. "I came here today to get some flowers for Gavin." He admitted. "I was going to..." he gestured around with his hands. "Tell the idiot that I kinda fell in love with his dumb ass." He laughed, feeling awkward. "Oh." Ryan's said simply, and gently replaced the flower he was holding. "Well that is a predicament." "It is?" "It seems we've come here for the same reason." "What do-" Michael blinked. "You're getting flowers too?" He asked. Ryan nodded. "For Gavin?" Another nod. "No. Fucking. Way." There's a short pause, until Ryan breaks it. "As strange as it sounds I've found myself growing fond of him." He said. "And I've not really felt anything more than tolerance for anyone in a while." He looked back to the flowers. "Which flowers say 'I more than tolerate you'?" Michael swallowed, shaken. He opened his mouth, closed it, open, closed, then he shook his head and left the store. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Once out of the building he stood for a second, looked around, dumbstruck. Then he turned towards the crew's pent house and started running. He had to hurry and confess to Gavin how he felt. He sped up when he heard the roar of a motor cycle behind him, and nearly screamed when Ryan raced by, flowers in hand, shooting him a glare. He couldn't lose.

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Our Star Won’t Fade (1/1)

Summary: The first time they meet, Ryan doesn’t think much of Gavin.

AO3

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[myfanficsbringtheboystotheyard]

Mavin or freewood RP?

I prefer to do Gavin, so if you're good at Michael or Ryan hit me up. :)

[whalehuntingboyfriends]

Neverland (13/?)

Summary: The Fakes hate Gemini. They’re a vicious, cut-throat crew who go against everything the FAHC stand for. But when a bigger, badder threat comes along, Michael and Ryan are forced to team up with Gavin - Gemini’s mastermind thief - to take down a common enemy.

The two of them are determined not to get too close - but living together in a small safe house, it’s hard to hide all the ways that you’re broken.

all major content warnings at the start of part 1

Part 1  Part 12  AO3

xxiii. fairy dust

Gavin has only met the Hart twins a half dozen times. The most recent of these is etched into his memory like a scar.

“Gavin! Come here,” he remembers Clayton snapping. He’d been trying to inch past the main area of the base to get to the kitchen. He knew the Harts were coming today. Didn’t know what for.

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Neverland (12/?)

Summary: The Fakes hate Gemini. They’re a vicious, cut-throat crew who go against everything the FAHC stand for. But when a bigger, badder threat comes along, Michael and Ryan are forced to team up with Gavin - Gemini’s mastermind thief - to take down a common enemy.

The two of them are determined not to get too close - but living together in a small safe house, it’s hard to hide all the ways that you’re broken.

all major content warnings at the start of part 1

c/w for this chapter: Gore/graphic violence (not inflicted on a main character).

Part 1  Part 11  AO3

xxi. vagabond

The Vagabond is born out of desperation, as Ryan flees across the country, chased by her ghost. He gathers rumours and reputation around him like armour, starts wearing the mask like if only he can’t recognise himself maybe she’ll leave him alone too.

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[shadeofazmeinya]

Kings, of course! Ryan hurts himself in the lab. It's not major, just a burn or something. But Gavin fusses. Cute or angsty, whatever you want to go with it. <3

(this is super small and probably not the best but eh gonna post it anyway. also ive forgotten the Stoneworld healer’s name. whoops)

Ryan tries to hide it. Redstone’s known to be a bit finicky and when a spark hit too close to one, it lit it up, which caught on some cloth next to it, which started… a small bit of fire. That… might have reached his sleeve.

He was able to put it out before it became a problem, he often kept buckets of water in the lab for fires, as it was a pretty common occurrence. Much more common than he’d like to admit.

He wasn’t burned bad, but he was burned. Which is what he was currently trying to hide.

However, he never really can hide anything from his husband for long.

“Ryan, what did you do to your arm?”

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[lovegeofffreewriting]

Dre/am Daddy AU: Ryan and Gavin meet. 

Gavin was tired. The extra weight of River strapped to his chest was starting to feel metaphorical; he hadn’t got much sleep that night. Or the night before. Or any night really.

Part of him just wanted to stay home and wallow in self-pity. But his house could easily become stifling, especially in the summer, and he was itching for fresh air. And he was behind on his photography.

Besides, it wasn’t all bad. He loved River. She was gorgeous, and was already a bubbly, curious kid. He would have been content to just stare at her in wonder for days. He was so, so, happy to have her.

He just hadn’t thought he’d be left to raise her on his own.

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Serial Killer Dadvid

“You want me to cut out your tongue? I said shut up.” David brought the knife to his throat in a silent warning. The man gulped, but shut his mouth obediently.

“Good boy.” David praised, bringing his other free, gloved hand to stroke the man’s cheek. The man shuddered, bile rising in his throat.

“Now, I know this might sound silly!” David laughed at a joke that was not unknown to the man.

“I heard, you stole from some good friends of mine! Silly, right?”

The man vigorously shook his head, “Nah, man, that ain’t true.”

David turned his head in a curious manner, his smile never leaving.

“Oh really? Than this must be a mistake. You’re clearly not a 6′1 male, white, age 30 to 32, with a small scar through his eyebrow, along with a tattoo of the name Martha on his neck.”

“And you clearly weren’t caught on camera carrying several large weapons that I know for a fact belonged to The Vagabond and the rest of Fake AH Crew!” David came closer to the man, who began to pull at the straps of leather that bound him too the chair.

David’s eyes narrowed, his large grin growing more and more sinister.

“Now, I’ll ask nicely only one time. Where are the weapons?” His playful tone had dropped, but the smile stayed.

The man whimpered, “I don’t know what your talking about, please!” David sighed, twirling the knife in his hand.

“You know, Geoff never said I had to get the whereabouts of the weapons. I could just kill you now, but he is such a dear friend of mine, and he’d be so grateful if you told us, it would definitely lighten the load.” David brought the knife to the man’s throat, applying the smallest amount of pressure to draw blood.

“Okay! Okay! It’s at…” The man stared past David and at the cement wall behind him, knowing what would happen to his crew if he said another word. David pressed harder and the man yelped.

“They’re at an abandoned airport outside of Los Santos.” David nodded, retracting the knife.

“That’s a very good boy! Now, one more question. What are you doing in Sleepy Peak?” David asked, voice filled with real curiosity.

“It’s, uh, It’s where Martha and the kids live. She moved from Los Santos.” He replied honestly, hoping that his answer would make the man feel some pity for him

David nodded absentmindedly, examining the blade closely, before bringing it high above his head.

“Okay! Thank you for your cooperation! Now let’s finish thi-”

The room was suddenly filled with the tune of “Oh Clementine,” and David looked as thoroughly confused as the man before him. David coughed awkwardly, his face growing slightly pink

David fished around the pocket of his apron, giving the man a patient smile.

He pulled out his phone and held up his finger, mouthing a quick apology.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Hey Maxy! How was school?” David resumed his usual demeanor, shocking his victim with the sudden sweet tone.

“Really? Well, I hope Nikki didn’t drink anything else after that. Uncle Geoff should be coming to pick you up!” David made vague noises of affirmation as the rather loud voice on the phone asked several questions, then casted his eyes to his victim.

“Stole from Ryan’s warehouse if you can believe it.” The man began to shake under David’s eyes, David began to twirl his knife once more, his lips pulling into a wicked grin, but his tough demeanor melted once more in a snap of a finger.

“I love you too, Max! I’ll see you soon, bye-bye!” David made a loud smooching sound before pressing a button on his phone.

“Sorry, my boy was confused on why I wasn’t picking him up! Now where were we?” David drew close once more, the man screamed and pulled at the leather straps, but his fate was already sealed.

“Oh yeah, says who?”

“Says me! Ryan would totally sweep the floor with Michael. Michael is fuckin’ good with close range combat, but Ryan outweighs him easy.”

Geoff considered this and nodded, “Okay, Okay, what about Jeremy and Gav?” Geoff opened the front door for him, allowing the ten year old to step past him.

Max scoffed, “They’d fucking knock each other out on accident and then they’d fight over who fell first! What about Jack and Ryan?”

Geoff laughed and patted his head, “Lets hope that never happens. They might turn on me mid fight and take me out.”

Max nodded in agreement and made his way to the kitchen, surprised to see David standing at the table bringing out plates for a pizza that laid on top of the counter.

“You took care of it?” Max asked, and David nodded happily, bending down to press a quick kiss to Max’s head. Max rolled his eyes at the touch and shrugged it off, but gave David an honest half hug in return.

“Yep! It’s being cleaned up by the Team Nice Dynamite Cleaning Crew.” David gave Max a sly wink, and Max smiled back while Geoff laughed. As if on cue the rest of the crew began to pile into the cabin, chatting and laughing as Gavin complained about the blood staining his new shirt.

“Hungry, Maxy?” David asked, drawing Max’s eyes away from the incoming swarm of people. Max nodded eagerly, approaching the counter before the other men could take the rest of the slices.

Before Max could grab a plate, he was quickly swept off his feet by a tall man sporting a leather skull mask, and Max smiled wide.

“Uncle Ryan!”

“What about Uncle Jeremy, huh?” The shorter male huffed, crossing his arms as he looked up at the boy who had his arms around Ryan’s neck in a tight hug.

“Do you ever come around to visit by yourself? Besides, I have no respect for those the size of a ten year old.” Max puffed out his chest a little as the others laughed.

Ryan carried Max to the living room and away from the others who were squabbling over a singular bread stick, as David made his son and himself a plate.

“You been good?” Ryan asked, removing his mask to reveal his painted face.

Max shrugged, “As good as a boy whose family is literal murderers can be.”

[lovegeofffreewriting]

Ryan almost didn’t see him.

He was draped in creeper prints, which under the thick foliage, rendered him practically invisible. He was curled up, arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, even as he stared up at Ryan through the undergrowth.

It was his laboured breathing that caught his attention. And then Ryan saw the broken twigs and crushed bramble that lead to where the other man had fallen.

Their eyes met.

The creeper boy froze, hands balling in front of him as he twisted into a low crouch, looking animalistic as he frantically looked for an escape.

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For Mavinwood, People say that Geoff holds the leashes to the most lethal people in all of Los Santos but really Gavin does. Rye and Michael will do anything that Gavin asks of them. They would betray Geoff at the snap of Gavin's fingers if he asked

Geoff knows this and even though he go along with the others if making jokes about Gavin but he always makes sure not to go too far and remember that if the golden boy wanted everything can go to shit.

Also don’t help that Gavin can do anything to destroy the crew via technology.

Listen. Listen my friend. Gavin, the Golden Boy, is one of the most terrifying, most powerful person of the city. Not because he’s an amazing mercenary or a skilled killer. But because he has the amazing mercenaries and killers in his back pocket, wrapped around his finger. There’s something about Gavin, about that smile, that carefully constructed silliness, that just builds such a protective loyalty to him.

And don’t think each and every Fake isn’t steadfast loyal to him, willing to do anything for him.

God help anyone who actually hurts Gavin. Anyone who gets close enough to killing him to create fear within the rest of the Fakes, especially Ryan and Michael. That crew isn’t going to survive long, their entire existence being wiped from the explosion of a bomb and a gasoline ignited fire.

The last thing they’ll see is a smirk from Gavin as he’s being ‘rescued’ just then realizing that Gavin could’ve escaped at any time but chose not to, letting his lovers take his revenge for him as he plans on how to raid all their accounts and get all their money that evening.