This was so super fun to write for this year’s Secret Sunshine from @rtwritingcommunity ! Happy Sunshine @sorcererinthestars !
Prompt: Stardew Valley AU [AH] - It’s summer and the farm is blooming! How does Character A use their abundance of crops to seduce Character B, a recent new visitor to Stardew Valley? Can they get a date to see the jellyfish?
Summary: Jeremy stumbles into finding out Michael’s crush, and does his best to help him along
Preview:
Jeremy had to do a double-take as he nearly missed seeing the top of Michael’s head peeking out over a bush on the outskirts of the town square. He slowed his stride, taking a wide detour so he could casually pass by the foliage before slowing to a stop just past Michael.
“So uhhhhh any reason you decided to be a bush today?” he asked, purposefully not glancing at the farmer behind him.
“I’m doing a recon mission,” Michael retorted. “Either get in the bush or keep walking. I can’t have you blowing my cover.”
At this, Jeremy finally turned to look at his friend. It had been several years since the man had moved to the quiet town of Stardew Valley to take over his grandfather’s farm, and Jeremy liked to imagine that he had a pretty good understanding of how Michael’s mind worked.
And yet, there was always room for surprises.
Jeremy took a sweeping glance around the square, and with a quick confirmation that no one was looking, shimmied his way into the greenery.
Been a long while since I've posted any writing on here, huh? Thanks so much to the @rtwritingcommunity's secret "sunshine" fic exchange because it keeps me writing when the world is turning upsidedown. Thank you to @shadeofazmeinya for the huge help and basically co-authorship of this fic!
Please enjoy @fornhaus! <3
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41001033
Word Count: 2711
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It starts as a sprinkle.
After a heist, especially when it was raining like this, it was common for the Fakes to hole up for a while, disperse their (now growing) crew to tiny apartments and safehouses across the city to avoid detection. The last heist was more… chaotic … than most, which led the lads to duck and run into a seedier part of the city than they would have liked. The apartment was crumbling around them and Gavin gags at the moldy smell as he slams the wooden door shut behind him and slumps onto the couch, already texting someone or something.
Michael peers out the window at the growing storm and the police helicopters and cars racing around the city, lighting it up in flashes of red and blue on dancing raindrops. Thankfully no one was hurt badly — there was no way they were going to be heading back into the city that night.
“Geoff says stay put,” Gavin announces from his position on the ratty couch. “Storms’ too bad to try to regroup tonight. Last thing we needed was one of the three LS storms to hit tonight, huh?”
“All that praying for rain worked out at the worst fucking time,” Michael mutters, moving towards the kitchen to start rummaging through the cabinets. Neither realize that Jeremy had also retreated to the window, silently — uncommon for him — peering out into the rain. The others chatter turns into a quiet monotone behind him as instead the drumming of the rain on the glass panes and the small balcony fill his ears and turn his stomach.
Slipping on wet concrete, going down hard, an ankle snapping like white hot fire…
The others running on ahead, no one turning.
A rough arm yanking him up, a man’s gross breath on his face, spittle hitting as he was screamed at…
Police sirens…
“What do you want for dinner?” Michael’s voice yanks him back to reality and J turns, blinking owlishly, as Michael brandishes a wooden spoon and repeats the question for what seems like the second or third time. “J! Ramen or spaghetti? We ain’t got many options.”
“Ramen’s fine,” he says quietly, turning back towards the window, unable to look away although he probably should. Gavin gives Michael a bit of a sideways look, but neither really press that response. In a clatter of pots and pans, Michael digs out a good one and starts boiling water for ramen, focusing solely on getting food down his hatch as quickly as possible.
It doesn’t take long for the patter of rain to become a sheet, slamming hard against the roof and walls. Jeremy takes an involuntary step away from the window.
"We’re lucky," Gavin hums lazily from the couch, glancing up from his phone as the drumming of the rain becomes unavoidable. "We could've been caught in that shit. Hell of a getaway that would've been."
“Would’ve gotten those fancy clothes wet. Then what would you do?” Michael teases as he stirs the pot, glancing over his shoulder with a bright grin. Jeremy glances at them both, somehow uncomprehending how they could be so jovial. Laugh so much.
Gavin scowls. "Are you kidding me?" he says. "I wouldn't have got out of the car in that and you know it. Don't need to be on the field to hack and I’m more than comfy camping in the car to save these threads." He sprawls further across the couch, glancing over to Jeremy, who was still uncharacteristically quiet. It was enough that it was starting to alert Gavin, who often was the least aware of these things. "What the hell are you doing, J?" he asks. "More than enough room on the couch, don’t gotta stand there like a lump.”
Jeremy turns to look at him, trying to school his expression into something normal, when a lot of things happen at once. A crack of thunder bursts through the tiny one bedroom, feeling like it shakes the apartment from top to bottom, volume tremendous. The rain, already heavy, seems to increase. Gavin yelps from the thunder and again as a large drop falls from a brown patch on the ceiling to hit him on the head, whining wordlessly.
Before anyone can really get their bearings or react to what had just happened, the power flickers once… twice…
“This place is bloody shit,” Gavin pouts, sitting up from the couch, wiping the dirty water out of his hair grumpily, and looking over at the others as the lights flicker. “Power’s not going to last.”
Michael glances between the two of them and frowns as he sees Jeremy just sort of … standing there. Face white, as if he had seen a ghost, just staring up at the light. “Lil J?”
Before he can say anything else, the lights plunge into darkness as another huge crash of thunder breaks across the sky, causing all three of them to jump this time. The rain continues, slamming against the ceiling as if it wants to get in. Michael abandons questioning Jeremy as the whole kitchen shuts off, swearing and immediately trying to save the half-cooked ramen that immediately just sort of starts to congeal. "Fuck!"
But Gavin had caught the look in Jeremy's eyes before everything goes dark as well. He pulls out his phone again quickly, fiddling until the flashlight illuminates them both. Jeremy isn't looking at the ceiling anymore, instead staring blankly at the rain hitting the window…
It's dark.
He huddles behind a dumpster, shivering, hoping that the rain would pass before it fully washes away his pathetic shelter. He was kicked out of the fuckin' T stop by a worker who threatened to call the cops. Like it would mean anything to anyone if he just hung out in the dry for a while, but no, they chased him back out into the oncoming storm. Fuckin' Masshole. Although, he was one too, but at least he had the decency to let people stay dry before he tried to rob them.
He could go back to the gym, but his boss was there, and he didn't want to deal with any of them. So he'd just wait out the storm in the dark, trying not to get too soaked, and hope that it passed fast enough...
"Jeremy!" Gavin was shaking him, enough to rattle him out of the memory that crashed over him like a wave. Was he sweating? He felt damp, but maybe it was just the memory.
"Huh?"
“Bloody hell,” Gavin retorts, shaking his head in relief. “I was gonna slap you next if you didn’t answer. You just went comatose on me there, man. You look sick, what the hell’s the matter? You need me to call Jack?”
Jeremy allows Gavin to manhandle him towards the couch, feeling like he was walking through a dream. He keeps trying to look back out the window until Gavin, frustrated, throws the curtain and blocks the view of the rain and lightning outside.
Michael abandons his attempt to get the stove to restart, swearing, and they all jump again as the whole place illuminates with a flash of lightning. "Fucking thing's dead until the power comes back," he grunts. "Guess we're having crackers for dinner. What the fuck's up with J?" He turns to look at the two of them with his concerned snarl, where you weren’t quite sure if you were in trouble or if he was going to angrily ‘mom’ you.
“Spooked of something,” Gavin frowns, sitting beside Jeremy on the couch and gently taking one of his hands, in an uncharacteristic show of comfort outside the bedroom. “Talk to us, J. Are you hurt?”
Jeremy seems to shrink into himself as the lightning continues to crash around them, obvious even through the closed curtains, flashes of light flickering across his face before plunging them back into darkness. They can barely see if it wasn't for the light of Gav's phone.
"I'm fine," he finally says roughly, shaking his head and seeming like he was snapping out of his trance. "I’m just gonna go to bed." He tries to stand up, to shy away from them. Maybe sleep would make him not see the memories flash before his eyes. The trauma that curled like a snake in his gut.
The lulls in the storm always were what got him. That moment when you thought that the rain was over and everything settles, silent, sparkling. When he could come out from wherever he was hiding, start moving down the street, looking for better shelter.
And then the rain comes again, harder, the sky screaming and crashing, whipping across the ground out of nowhere. He's soaked and freezing, trying to run to shelter, but people don't want him around.
Gavin and Michael exchange worried glances but both move to follow him, not wanting to leave him alone like this. It takes a bit of fumbling in the dark to find the bed, using the lightning flashes to direct them. Jeremy still jumps with every one, and even more with the roaring thunder.
Ignoring the others and really trying to swallow back the embarrassment in his throat at all of this, Jeremy just toes off his work boots and climbs into the bed, hoping in the warmth of the covers and blankets he could avoid the thoughts leaping out from where he thought he had banished them. It’s hard, though. They keep piling over each other to take up space in his brain. He wishes they would just go away, thought that by moving to a desert city he wouldn’t have to deal with storms of Boston caliber ever again. It’s certainly been a long time, but every place needs rain once in a while, and the roof can hardly hold up against this monstrosity. The wind howls around the corners, whips through the cracks, screaming and howling as it tries to shake the whole apartment loose from its foundation.
Despite trying to be, though, Jeremy isn’t alone. Almost as one, Gavin and Michael are quick to curl into the bed with him. Neither were the most tactful “cuddlers” — their current relationship was mostly confined to wild sexcapades — but damned if they weren’t going to try when they see one of their own so distressed. Michael yanks Jeremy into his arms as Gavin wraps his spindly arms around from behind, cocooning Jeremy in a bundle of limbs. “Fuck, Jeremy,” Michael frowns. “You’re shaking.”
It’s awkward and a bit poky, but Jeremy can’t help but relax, the feral part of his brain knowing these boys are his boys and trusting them to somewhere deeply instinctual to keep him safe. A primal part of him saying that it’s ok to draw comfort from them. “...’m fine,” he grunts. A lie, but it feels good to pretend.
“I don’t want you to lie to us,” Michael frowns, laying his chin on his head and dropping a rough kiss there. “You don’t have to. Let us help.”
The thunder cracks again and instead of responding, Jeremy just makes a low noise from somewhere deep inside and shrinks deeper into their embrace. He doesn’t answer, because what would he say? He can't describe a life of trauma in a few minutes. He knows the boys with him won't judge him, that they'll understand and both had shit of their own, but he doesn't even know where to begin.
Gavin just holds him tight, shushing him softly and rubbing his back. “Just breathe, luv,” he murmurs. “We’re here. You’re ok.” It’s easier for him to be comforting without gaining anything from it, a warmth blooming inside him to know he’s helping Jeremy.
"Don't like thunder," Jeremy grits through clenched teeth, somewhere inside the pile. Michael snorts a bit at the obvious.
“That’s alright,” Gavin hums, somewhat more respectful. “We gathered that. Just take deep breaths and we’ll get through the storm together, alright?”
“Aren’t you gonna make fun of me?” Jeremy retorts darkly. Normally it’d be something they’d do, none of the Fakes are above a lot of casual teasing. “I’m — fuckin’ — a bank robber and I can’t handle a little thunder.”
“Gav’s a fucking bank robber too and he gags at wet bread,” Michael teases. “Geoff’s fucking scared of heights every time Jack flies, to the point where he has to sit in the middle of the cargobob or he’ll piss himself. We all have our shit. Doesn’t mean you’re not still part of the team.”
Jeremy’s quiet for a moment before he turns to glance over at Michael, flushing a bit. Despite their … carnal relations… Michael is rarely so affectionate. But it’s nice. “I guess,” he says roughly after a second. “Seems fuckin’ dumb, though.”
“Brains can be stupid,” Gavin chuckles. “But fear is fear. Just means we’re here to help you through it.”
“You gonna let us help you through wet bread?” Michael chuckles as Gavin squawks. The rain continues to rap sharply on the roof and the window and Jeremy is almost thrown once again into another memory of a similar room, a similar rainstorm, being shoved out and alone, his whole world disappearing, but…
Gavin’s arms tighten just gently, the warmth surrounding, and they ground him, connect him to the world around him. Michael can feel him starting to spiral again and wraps his arms again over both of them, only adding more warmth and pressure for Jeremy, like a human weighted blanket. Gavin continues to rub his back and the panic eases, making breathing a bit easier.
He leans against them both as they hold him. “Thanks,” he squeaks. “Appreciate it.”
“We can stay here until the storm passes,” Michael hums. “The good news is they don’t last too long here.”
“I’m not going out in that,” Gavin says immediately. Instead, he burrows farther into the pile, as if it can protect him. “Listen to the wind, and I’ve got my clothes to worry about.”
“No one’s moving from this bed,” Jeremy agrees quietly.
“We can put some music or videos on our phones?” Michael suggests. “Help block out some of the sound.” But he makes no move to untwine himself from the comforting pile. There’s something so warm and safe here that even he can feel.
Jeremy sinks against them, glancing out what parts of the window he can see to watch the pounding rain. But this time, he forces himself to realize, he’s inside with the warmth of his two favorite people flanking on either side of him.
He wasn’t alone, in the dark and the wet.
He was safe. Loved.
Both hold him tight, stealing a kiss or two, just trying to provide as much comfort as they can. It’s not hard to see that they all enjoy this. Maybe this was something they could do often. Not only using each other’s bodies for pleasure, but cuddles too. More soft things. They can be soft, which is a luxury not many in Los Santos can afford.
Jeremy just closes his eyes and releases a sigh, letting them hold him tight against the pounding of the rain. Grounding and protecting him. It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “I was kicked out of my old gang during a thunderstorm,” he finally says, more to the ceiling than to the others.
Michael instinctively holds him a little tighter. “Fuck them. Leaving you in the fucking rain. You’re better than them.”
He snorts. “Maybe. Found you guys cuz of it though, so it must not have been all bad.”
“You found where you’re supposed to be,” Gavin agrees fimly. “Though, I wish it had been a kinder road to get here.”
“None of us had kind roads to get here, Gav,” Michael retorts.
Gavin sighs. “I know. But at least we’re here now.”
That statement seems to echo through the old apartment. In different safehouses across Los Santos, the Fakes were shaking off a stressful heist, celebrating in whatever way they wanted, and finding their own beds. And here, three men — a bit rough around the edges but still looking and finding that comfort we all crave — cuddle together. Warm and safe, away from the horrors of the world.
summary: He gulps involuntarily as the hangman steps towards the lever to control the trapdoor underneath him as the sheriff finishes up his speech. Trevor shuts his eyes tight. He suddenly doesn’t want to see the drop coming, he just hopes that his death is quick and he’s not left dangling for minutes until his body succumbs to gravity. Though he wants to remain still and emotionless he can’t stop the trembling that starts to shake his frame now, though he tries to diminish it as best as possible.
He really wishes that he could have talked to his crew one more time- talked to Alfredo one more time.
pairing: Alfredo/Trevor
also available on AO3
[Written for the @rtwritingcommunity secret springfairy event! I got @futureboy as my springfairy this time around. If you enjoy please make sure to like and reblog, it always goes a long way!]
He didn’t let his legs shake when he walked up the stairs to the gallows and he won’t let them shake now with the noose settling heavy around his neck. Trevor keeps a stony expression on his face as the sheriff reads off his rights, what little he has left of them. He looks at the crowd of people below the platform he’s standing on, he’s surprised more people haven’t turned out to see him hang, but he reckons that has to do with the lack of time between being captured and being sentenced to hang. The town’s lawmen had come to the conclusion at his capture that it would be wise to be done with him as soon as possible, not wanting to give his gang of Fakes any time to hunt down their leader.
If the hanging had been properly announced he wouldn’t be surprised if thousands of people came to watch Trevor “The Boss” Collins dance the hangman’s jig. You can’t be the infamous leader of a group of outlaws known two states over without gaining some kind of reputation. Though most of the people who met the end of his gun or lost their prizes to him deserved it in his opinion. Hell, some people would come just for the hell of it, whether they knew who he was or not. It was more entertaining to watch a person hang in the town square, whether cleanly or not, than to be subjected to another endless day of gossip and routine practices.
The Texas sun is hot and unrelenting above him and he can feel the sweat trickle down his back. He wishes he still had his hat and bandana on, but the good town sheriff was kind enough to relieve him of his effects shortly after being brought into town in tow on foot behind a horse. He would even take his black duster- just to break the contact of the sun from his skin, but whoever nabbed him failed to grab that from the camp he had been occupying. The duster that got left behind in the campsite with Alfredo.
It’s been a minute but it’s time for @rtwritingcommunity secret springfairy! Happy Skeleton, @shadeofazmeinya !
Prompt: Recovering from an injury (nothing drastic). And of course the best medicine is cuddles and comfort food in bed. Could be an injury from an accident, a fight (like in fahc au), or in protecting one another.
Summary: When a heist fails in a big way, no one is exactly pleased. But Michael notices that Gavin is even less pleased than the others, and decides to investigate what’s got his friend down.
Preview:
To say the heist didn’t go well would be an understatement. The Fake AH Crew had had their fair share of chaotic heists, but this was a new record just for how poorly things could go. It hadn’t even happened in a fun way that they could laugh about later, but in a just downright Not Good way. Somehow, the cops had gotten tipped off about their plan, so the crew aborted Plan A in favor of Plan B before they’d even started. This normally would have been fine, as none of them could remember a time that something hadn’t gone wrong, except this time, they’d been on a time crunch. Plan B was nowhere near as well researched or planned as Plan A had been, and thus, a whole bunch of their information was just plain wrong. This would also normally be fine, since improv was what they did best, except the universe was extra not in their favor that day. Their comms system hadn’t been stable, and every warning they tried to yell at each other sounded like they were going through the world’s longest tunnel that was also somehow underwater. To add to this, no one felt at the top of their game physically, which could most likely be blamed on the intense Wii Sports competition the night prior.
So yes. The heist had ended before they’d even made it to their prize. Not the finest day for the Fake AH Crew.
“That sucked,” Michael declared to the silent car for the fifth or sixth time as they drove lazily around the upper hills of Los Santos. They didn’t know if anyone was following them, and as much as everyone wanted to get to the penthouse and sleep for the next year, they needed to make sure they weren’t leading the cops right to them. Jack had taken half the crew in her minivan for a tour down by the water, while Geoff had taken the other half and squeezed them into a small hybrid car to venture into the hills. “How did that go so bad?”
Summary: A routine cave expedition for resources turns sour after an unexpected run-in.
‘Gavin almost doesn’t hear it, so faint in the dark as he is lost in thought. But the hair on the back of his neck stands up and the slow hiss creeps behind him. A sound that stops his heart as he realizes.
Creeper.’
A/N: For the @rtwritingcommunity‘s secret springfairy event! My fic is for @fornhaus. As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Hope you enjoy!!!
“Have you found anything besides fucking cobblestone and coal?” Michael grumbles as they walk deeper into the mine. They had been in for hours to try to find anything valuable to bring back to the village. Jack is needing more iron to craft tools and Matt is asking for precious gems for reasons Gavin’s not gonna ask about. But despite how deep their mine is and how long they’ve been using it, today they just weren’t finding much.
“Just coal,” Gavin says, raising his lantern to look around. The low light flickers around them, making the dark edges only more ominous. “Maybe we should go back up… It must be getting late.”
“Let’s just try one more end,” Michael sighs. “Don’t want to come up with nothing.”
Gavin sighs but continues with Michael. Walking through the dark cave in search of anything to provide their village. These mining expeditions were becoming more and more frequent, with needing to have more supplies. Their village was expanding a lot after all. Growing with new members and expanding in size every day. And while Gavin enjoyed all their new friends, it was nice to spend time with just Michael again. Maybe that’s why Gavin also doesn’t push to go back up even if he is getting tired. Just to have a bit more time with his boi.
Of course, they are around each other often. They’ve been friends for years at this point. But it’s been… more than that recently. Likely due to Fiona pointing out Gavin’s obvious fucking crush the last time she visited. Gavin hadn’t (wouldn’t) considered the crush on his best friend but now he couldn’t deny it. He wanted to do more, but how? He won’t risk losing his friendship. Gavin is silent as he ponders his predicament yet again as they head into the darker tunnels.
Gavin almost doesn’t hear it, so faint in the dark as he is lost in thought. But the hair on the back of his neck stands up and the slow hiss creeps behind him. A sound that stops his heart as he realizes.
Summary: Prince Trevor and his Knight Alfredo flee through the kingdom on a mission to save it. Unfortunately a winter storm leaves them scrambling for shelter and the cold brings them even closer.
Pairing: Alfreyco (Trevor/Alfredo)
A/N: For @fornhaus for the @rtwritingcommunity secret santa event! Yes its a little late and yes there are many plot holes, but I hope it still reads alright! It was very cute to write more of this pairing! And as always, reblogs and comments are super appreciated! thank you!
AO3 link in reblog
The wind howled outside, beating against the thick barn walls. It helped block some of the chill but the cold still seeped in and sent shivers through their bodies. Alfredo is at the door, pulling the wooden log in front of it to lock it closed. He gives it a few pushes to test it, though the blizzard certainly was doing that enough for him. Once he’s satisfied it’s secure and he brushes off the last of the snow, he turns back to get a look at where they’re at.
There weren’t many animals, only a pair of cows and a horse, all of whom seemed indifferent to their intrusion as they stayed in their pens. Hay was scattered across the floor, with a large pile along the back wall. Sitting on a crate was Trevor, pulling his cloak closer around himself. It was strange, seeing him so plain. Outside of his usual ornate silk garments, no sparkling jewelry or expensive crown. Just in simple servant clothing and furs. Nothing like the Prince he normally is.
A very merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! This prompt was written in tandem with the @rtwritingcommunity and their Secret Santa writing exchange! I really am grateful for them, because it gets me to write these days when life is insane. This was written for @tallowandport and I hope they enjoy!
Summary: Human Gavin teaches his alien friends the meaning of Christmas. Chaos ensues.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35809723
“You do… what now?” The confusion that radiated through Geoff’s voice was enough to make Gavin snort as he rummages around in a big pile of Michael’s discarded tools until he found another knut to string on a spare piece of chain.
“Hang ornaments on a tree! To make a Christmas tree, Geoffrey, it’s not that weird. Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t have Christmas on Sorola-6.”
Geoff wrinkles his nose as he looks at the decorations their resident human had tried to string up around the ship. Ever since Gavin realized at their last pitstop that it would be early December on Earth-That-Was, he had been dragging them all into what he called ‘Christmas Festivities’ - or rather, whatever version of that he could make do with on the Achieve.
There wasn’t exactly trees in space. Honestly, there were hardly enough trees on the hastily-terraformed planets in the back abyss, which was where they had been spending most of their time. Almost every planet did have some sort of celebration for the coming of the dark and cold, but humans, as Geoff had discovered, tended to make theirs cheery instead of the omnious settling-in of the cold and dark. Gavin had explained to the whole crew that this was (apparently) all to celebrate the birth of some god-child that some of the humans back on Earth-That-Was worship.
Jack, their navigator and human-enthusiast despite living the farthest out on the reaches of the universe most of his life, was quick to point out it was stolen from the ‘pagans’ that Earth-That-Was had and Gavin had just sort of waved his hand around like a broken flap. “Yeah, yeah,” he had said quick. “No one really cares about all that faff now anyways, right? We just wanna have a Christmas tree and open presents and sing carols and make cookies and put up LIGHTS!”
Michael had been the one to point out to Gavin - as gently as two lovers do, so shouting at him - that they already had lights and if he tested the electrical system again so help him, god…
Here are the fics our members created for Secret Skeleton 2021! Thank you to everyone who participated!
On reflection, vampires aren’t that scary - Tallowwood, rated T
Trevor is turned into a vampire, Alfredo doesn't seem terribly bothered by this.
Spooky, Scary, Werewolf Boyfriend - everamazingfe, rated T
Geoff, a rough and tumble punk, and Gavin, a soft spoken and pastel wearing college student, have been together for over a year. People always wonder if they’re even compatible, but neither of them could ever see themselves with anyone else. There’s just one problem. Gavin doesn’t know that Geoff is a werewolf, and he worries that it could ruin their relationship if he were to ever find out.
What Lurks in the Shadows - sorcererinslytherin, not rated
Stealing cargo from wrecked spaceships is a good way to turn a profit. But when the crew of the 'Achieve' drift past a derelict cargo vessel flipping end over end, they have to weigh the pros and the cons. Why is all the crew gone? Why would they abandon expensive cargo? ... And why is everything so goddamn dark?
To Hell with Good Intentions, To Hell is Where I’ll Go - nerdyghostgirl, rated M
When a meeting with a rival gang goes south it’s Alfredo that gets caught in the middle. Are the bonds between the members of the Fake AH Crew strong enough to handle whatever storm is heading their way or will this living nightmare be the thing to tear them apart?
Trick-or-Treat! - VaioTheGayLizard, rated T
Jeremy has a special Halloween heist in mind for them and Gavin, and they might have a bit of an ulterior motive... if Gavin even picks up on their cues, that is.
One Dumb Joke Away - ShyAFWriter, rated M
It's Halloween, and a curse has descended on the unwitting residents of Los Santos. Trevor and Alfredo seem to be the only members of the crew unaffected - but that doesn't mean they're safe.
Spook Hunters - Uy8hg, rated G
Jeremy is sure his apartment is haunted, so who better to hunt ghosts than the town's most feared criminals? They're definitely not scared at all.
Kindred Spirits - ShadeOfAzmeinya, rated T
Trevor had been perfectly content with the quiet life he and Alfredo have made for themselves. A little cottage in the woods, hidden from any obvious view. A garden and space to forage to survive on their own, since villages weren’t dependable to be welcoming to those gifted with magic. But it was an ideal life for a witch and his familiar.
Until they suddenly meet a mysterious pair that needs their help.
Monster M-AH-s - jusst_you_wait, rated G
Trevor can't believe that he's the only one that's noticed the office is full of monsters. Not when everyone is so bad at hiding it that is.
5 times AH was oblivious to the fact that they're all secretly monsters, and 1 time they weren't.
Things That Don’t Come Up In Conversation - doolray, rated G
In terms of things-Michael-didn’t-expect-to-happen-today, one of his boyfriends turning into a wolf was certainly up there.
Local Legends - futureboy, rated T
Trevor Collins, reporting on the supernatural entities of Stardew Valley, encounters a particularly helpful local who epitomizes the cultural generosity of the area - he's smart, considerate, and super brave to boot.
Summary: Trevor had been perfectly content with the quiet life he and Alfredo have made for themselves. A little cottage in the woods, hidden from any obvious view. A garden and space to forage to survive on their own, since villages weren’t dependable to be welcoming to those gifted with magic. But it was an ideal life for a witch and his familiar.
Until they suddenly meet a mysterious pair that needs their help.
A/N: for the @rtwritingcommunity‘s secret skeleton event! its like secret santa but for spooky season. This au was so much fun to write so I hope you all enjoy! as always, comments and reblogs super appreciated!!!
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Trevor had been perfectly content with the quiet life he and Alfredo have made for themselves. A little cottage in the woods, hidden from any obvious view. A garden and space to forage to survive on their own, since villages weren’t dependable to be welcoming to those gifted with magic. But it was an ideal life for a witch and his familiar. Of course, that was all before.
It started with a cat. Alfredo felt its presence first, familiar’s always having a strong sense for when something else with magic is near. Trevor could feel Alfredo’s growing apprehension through their bond, his hair standing on end as Alfredo’s anxiety vibrates through him.
What is it? Trevor thought, the message moving through their link, echoed in Alfredo’s head.
Someone is here, Alfredo sends back as Trevor is wiping his hands on his pants as he sets the potion ingredients down and pushes open the creaky front door into the cool spring morning. The forest looks as it always does, flush green swaying in the breeze, distant chirping of birds. Nothing obviously out of place. But a forest also holds plenty of places to hide.
Fic Summary: Geoff, a rough and tumble punk, and Gavin, a soft spoken and pastel wearing college student, have been together for over a year. People always wonder if they’re even compatible, but neither of them could ever see themselves with anyone else. There’s just one problem. Gavin doesn’t know that Geoff is a werewolf, and he worries that it could ruin their relationship if he were to ever find out.
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Words in this chapter: 3244
Pairings: Geoff Ramsey/Gavin Free
Warnings for this chapter: Mild body horror, adult content
Notes: It is once again time for an @rtwritingcommunity secret event, and this time around it’s Secret Skeleton! I was lucky enough to get to write for my beloved bug, Caspien ( @rhymes-with-gay ), and bring new life to an old idea of ours that we’ve been kicking around for quite some time. You have no idea how hard it was to write this while being in the same room as you, and to keep it a secret (which I’m sure I did a very poor job of), so you better like it.
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There were rumors of wolves that roamed the woods surrounding the campus. Supposedly, they were bigger than regular wolves. Fiercer, and more far more bloodthirsty. The older frat boys would send the newbies out into the forest, covered in meat and deer blood and pheromones that stunk up the dorms for weeks in an effort to scare them and lure the beasts in closer. Outside of the hazing ritual, most students never set foot into the woods. The wolves never attacked those that did, but students still swore that they were real, and that if you listened closely during a full moon, you could hear the pack howling away, hunting for their next meal.
Gavin thought it was all bullshit. He knew that wolves were real, he’d seen them in zoos and saw videos of them on trail cameras out in the wild, but he also knew that they weren’t around here. It was just a rumor, a story told as a way to scare stupid frat boys and keep students from getting drunk in the woods after class. He had much more important things to do than go exploring anyway, like homework. Or his boyfriend.
Here are the fics our members created for Secret Sunshine 2021! Thank you to everyone who participated!
No Other Place To Go - ShadeOfAzmeinya, rated T
Gavin may be a villain but he hardly considers himself the Bad Guy. Sure he’s stuck spending most of his time fighting latex-suited “heroes” but that doesn’t mean they’re in the right either. Until one day, one of those heroes shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Injured. And asking for his help.
Avoidance as a Love Language - doolray, not rated
Michael is ten seconds away from the biggest payout of his career—until the target walks in, and he is nothing like his picture in the file.
He is, unfortunately, ridiculously attractive.
Deadline at Dusk - futureboy, rated T
The boss is overworking himself, and it's starting to show in his mood. Two particular members of the crew force him out for some twilight-time fun.
Magic In The Mundane - everamazingfe, rated G
Everyone had something special about them, their own personal bit of magic. Most found out about their abilities early, but Gavin had always been a bit of a late bloomer. Luckily, Michael comes by to help him put the pieces together.
Fast Car - sorcererinslytherin, rated T
Michael doesn't expect a man to throw himself in front of his car and beg him to stop. This is Los Santos. Picking up hitchhikers is generally frowned upon. But this man has a pretty face and hell. He's got a fast car. What's he got to lose?
Bad Time to Get a Snack - Uy8hg, rated G
Gavin notices Jeremy isn't as happy as he should be about a beach trip weekend, and his investigation leads him to a supernatural conclusion.
You’re My Medicine - Tiikeria, rated T
There was a natural order to certain things. The sky was blue. Water was wet. And Gavin Free never got sick. Ever. He just didn’t. He told himself he wouldn’t and that was that.
Most of the time.
A Touch of Sunshine and Steady - rebel_raven, rated T
Gavin had moved to Pelican Town a year ago at the "news" of his grandfather having passed away, given his farm in his will -- even though Gavin knew his grandfather was doing very well in the coast of Sicily from his letters. A year later and the whole town has been revitalized, as has his grandfather's farm, with no shortage of hard work on his end and with the help of the friends he made very quickly.
Everything gets better with time -- the farm, the town, wines, most cheeses, Gavin's relationship with a local stray cat he's named Smee... Though his want to ignore his crush on Jeremy and Alfredo, a pair already dating, has gone unheeded by his heart. A year later and his crush has softened into full out love, not that he will admit it. Though, a few conversations may help clear up a few things.
The Achieve - ShyAFWriter, rated T
An unexpected guest on board The Achieve spaceship makes for a stressful night for a few of its crew.
It’s time again for @rtwritingcommunity Secret Sunshine! Happy Sunshine @tiikeria !!
Prompt: “How to Share Your Space with A Were-Being” was not the guide they thought they wanted, but it’s definitely what they needed.
Summary: Gavin notices Jeremy isn’t as happy as he should be about a beach trip weekend, and his investigation leads him to a supernatural conclusion.
Preview:
It was a well-known fact that the crew loved surprises. The only time surprises were not welcome was during a heist, for pretty obvious reasons. That’s why it was so confusing, in Gavin’s opinion, that when Geoff announced Monday that the crew was going on a much-needed weekend out of town, Jeremy did not look pleased. It was about the furthest from pleased Gavin may have ever seen him, and that was saying something. He’d seen Jeremy enraged, seen him after a breakdown, seen him run out of options during a heist and start swinging, and even seen him shut himself off from the world and the crew for days at a time. But this Jeremy seemed almost terrified of a weekend at the beach.
So, while Michael was whooping loudly in his ear, Lindsay had already made a beeline for the kitchen to pack snacks, and Alfredo was questioning Trevor about everything that had supposedly been pushed back, Gavin found himself stuck watching Jeremy’s face fall.
He was about to speak up when Jack cut in, loud enough to be heard over the rest of the crew. “Nobody needs to worry about anything. Everything’s been accounted for; I can guarantee you. All you need to worry about is sunscreen and relaxing.”
I’m back, bitches~~ But seriously, felt great to write again for the @rtwritingcommunity‘s secret sunshine event! I will tag my recipient if/when I get their a-ok!
Summary: (FAHC) Michael doesn’t expect a man to throw himself in front of his car and beg him to stop. This is Los Santos. Picking up hitchhikers is generally frowned upon. But this man has a pretty face and hell - he’s got a fast car. What’s he got to lose?
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32969470
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Michael knew something was seriously wrong when a man throws himself out in front of his car.
Now, his car was nothing nice, but he still doesn’t want to spend the next few hours getting some fucking asshole’s blood off of his front bumper. So naturally he slams on the brakes as the man - a skinny, dirty thing with wild hair - does a legitimate fucking slide across the hood of his shit Honda Civic and nearly collapses on the other side. “Oi!”
“Get out of the damn road, idiot!” Michael yells out the window in a reply, flicking him off to boot. It was late, almost 2am at this point, and he really had anything better to do than scream at some (probably high) dickbag who decided to do calisthenics in the goddamn street. But the man doesn’t run away ashamed, as Michael had expected. Instead, he frantically pokes at his phone - still in the middle of the street - and Michael sits there, a bit flabbergasted.
He doesn’t move.
He still doesn’t move when Michael lays his entire weight on the horn, sending a blast of sound into the Los Santos night. It’s not as loud or annoying as he may have wanted - LS is always loud as fuck on a Saturday evening - but it does have the intended effect of nearly making the idiot in front of his car in the middle of the street jump half out of his skin.
Summary: Gavin may be a villain but he hardly considers himself the Bad Guy. Sure he’s stuck spending most of his time fighting latex-suited “heroes” but that doesn’t mean they’re in the right either. Until one day, one of those heroes shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Injured. And asking for his help.
A/N: For the @rtwritingcommunity ‘s secret sunshine event! Written for @deleriousfromcoffee! This was a fun prompt to write, sorry its a little short but hope it reads well!
The sirens blared, red lights flashing as the building erupted. Shouting and footsteps came from every direction, but it did not stop them. Their heartbeat was in their ears, lungs in their throat, and rage blinding their eyes. They just kept slamming, grabbing, crumbling everything they could. Flames flicked at their heels, curling papers into ash. Eating away at everything it can find. But they paid the fire no mind.They had set it after all. The server room was their mission, after the fires they set ablaze in records, where the whole incident started. Where the truth was no longer hidden, replaced by a fury they’ve never felt before.
They only needed their fists, punching one server into the other until it was nothing but useless pieces. Then the metal was twisted and wires ripped apart to make sure. The dent in the ground from their kicks opened to the chamber below. Sparks coated the room from the shattered walls, even the beams bent as the room creaked in threat to collapse.
It wasn’t enough. The whole place needed to be destroyed, needed to be torn apart piece by piece. They would, could, with the energy flooding their veins. But for now, they run.
Shouting gets closer and then there’s the cracking of guns. The sirens mixed with gunfire as they burst through the wall and out into the darkened city.
Here are the fics our members created for Springfairy 2021! Thank you to everyone who participated!
a sideways world - doolray, not rated
On the third day, Jack returns, muddy, bloody and limping.
That Golden Spark - ShadeOfAzmeinya, rated T
Los Santos was alive most at night. When the artificial lights shine brighter than the sun, when all the real business happens between whispers and concealed hands.
Trevor has the unfortunate task of gathering the Fakes for the night. Surely they couldn’t have gotten into too much trouble without him.
The Kumbaya Approach - everamazingfe, rated T
Trevor is the captain of his own ship and is in need of a new pilot when his old one abandons the crew. Fortunately, his trusty engineer Gavin knows of a good one. Unfortunately, the cargo he brings along with him is a little more dangerous than they anticipated.
Starlight, Starbright - sorcererinslytherin, rated T
Young Prince Gavin is cursed. He's bound to a star, a literal star, and in order to free him, the Jeremy, the Court Mage Apprentice, has to find a way to keep a star from falling. When its only you between the universe and the death of the person you love the most, drastic measures start to look appealing...
Reunion of Sorts - Uy8hg, rated G
Gavin got caught doing a bit of outlawed magic, but his trip to the palace swerves in an unexpected direction when he recognizes the person on the throne.
Good at Trouble - rebel_raven, rated M
Jeremy isn't Rimmy Tim, he's a street racer, though he understands how people can confuse them seeing as they're identical twins. It's more annoying than not when he gets kidnapped, though he knows how to take care of himself. It helps that Gavin is his boyfriend and is a literal mad scientist, and would rip the world apart to get him back. The trouble is keeping Gavin from tearing the world apart at the seams on a normal day.
Sunrise - Tiikeria, rated T
Mornings could be many things for the crew. Some were loud, rambunctious, full of yelling and teasing and the beginnings of adrenaline rushes. Some were quiet, contemplative, as the crew licked their wounds and reflected on what went wrong. Some were full of laughter and bright conversation as they sat around the grand dining room table, sharing breakfast like the strange little family they were.
Fic Summary: Trevor is the captain of his own ship and is in need of a new pilot when his old one abandons the crew. Fortunately, his trusty engineer Gavin knows of a good one. Unfortunately, the cargo he brings along with him is a little more dangerous than they anticipated.
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Words: 15113
Pairings: Michael/Jeremy, Trevor/Alfredo
Warnings: Mild descriptions of violence and blood
Notes: This was written for the Secret Springfairy fic exchange in the @rtwritingcommunity discord for @doolray! This was a ton of fun to write, I hope you enjoy, and big thanks to @fornhaus for proofreading/editing! Check the source for a link to read it on A 0 3!
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“What do you mean you quit?”
“I mean I quit. I’m done with this bucket of bolts. Every day there’s a new problem, a new critical failure, a new busted part, and I’m sick of it! What kind of commander can’t get a handle on his own ship?”
“Hey! Those problems aren’t my fault, it’s the-”
“-The ship’s AI, right. Heard that one a thousand times. But they’re part of the crew, too. Which means they’re your responsibility. And if you can’t keep them under control and keep your ship in shape, I’m out of here at the next port.”
The arguments had gone on like this for several days, nearly a week now, and it was the same thing every time. Jeremy would yell about how he was sick of being on the ship and lay down blame for its problems, and Trevor would defend himself against the barrage of insults instead of trying to change the other’s mind. He knew that was a futile effort, and he knew better than to fight losing battles.
Summary: Los Santos was alive most at night. When the artificial lights shine brighter than the sun, when all the real business happens between whispers and concealed hands.Trevor has the unfortunate task of gathering the Fakes for the night. Surely they couldn’t have gotten into too much trouble without him.
A/N: For the @rtwritingcommunity Springfairy fic exchange! This one for @uy8hg! A simple fahc fic that was a lot of fun to write!
Los Santos was alive most at night. When the artificial lights shine brighter than the sun, when all the real business happens between whispers and concealed hands. And the bars were the most lively, the music swirling through the streets, the sounds of people’s yells and laughs bouncing off the buildings. It was no different this night, at a small but no less crowded bar in the Fakes area of the city. A favorite and Trevor knew that this is where everyone will be.
Trevor can only sigh as he walks up to the dive bar, the building vibrating with shouting and crashing. A pair tight in a brawl burst from the door, nearly colliding with Trevor as they fell to the street. Not breaking apart as they roll around and chase each other down. Trevor rolls his eyes, sidestepping as he pulls the door open and heads in.
