#fahc!ryan

[rikurobo]

As many shenanigans as you can possibly get into on a deserted island.

[pixiesinspace]

So GTA Ryan really has just been cosplaying black mask this whole time huh??

[reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle]

don’t you ever wonder how we survive? | reader x fake ah!ryan haywood

Ryan didn’t come home last night.

The thought plays over and over in your mind, like a broken record.

Ryan didn’t come home last night.

Ryan didn’t come home last night.

Ryan didn’t come home last night.

You call him for what feels like the millionth time.

He doesn’t answer.

———————-

read on AO3 here

[the-art-pile]

The Golden Boy

Ship: Ryan Haywood/ Gavin Free (Freewood)

Word Count: 1,999

Prompt: Gavin has the whole crew wrapped around his finger. His words flutter around them and they do as they command. Why would they deny their golden boy?

Notes: This started as a kind of character study of my favorite headcanon of Golden Boy!Gavin and turned into a self-indulgent Freewood thing that makes no sense. Anyway, enjoy!

AO3

Most of the other crews and gangs saw Gavin as a side piece, an accessory that the Fakes lugged around, and who could blame them? At meetings, he hung off Geoff’s arm and simpered. He crooned into Geoff’s ear about wanting something and later others would seem him with said item, whether it be some sort of jewelry or fancy gadget. Some tried to use that little detail to their advantage, a way to hit the Fakes at their weak spot but little did they know, Gavin wasn’t a weak spot, and every other crew had to learn this the hard way.

Their first mistake was assuming that Gavin was Ramsey’s twink. To be fair to them, the evidence they were presented with gave them no indication that he wasn’t. In meetings, Gavin was plastered to Ramsey’s side. He would stroke his hand up and down his chest and fan his eyelashes up to the kingpin. A picture of sinful innocence. They never realized it was an act. They watched as the blonde-tipped male flirted with the leader. None of the others of the crew made any movement of discomfort at the display and a couple would roll their eyes in annoyance. They were none the wiser.

When the Fakes first started up, it was just Ramsey, Pattillo, and the Golden Boy. They watched as the Golden Boy earned his name. His finery becoming finer with each successful heist, and jaws dropped when the golden pistol made its appearance. Reports of Ramsey appearing in the jewelry shops starting springing up, and they were surprised to find that it wasn’t to case them, but a legitimate purchase. The procured items soon making an appearance on the Golden Boy. Thus, the idea of the Golden Boy being a sugar baby and Ramsey his sugar daddy was born.

This idea was shut down immediately by those that spent an iota of time with the Fakes. Whether it be a gun for hire or held for interrogation, these people tried to dissuade the rumors. Many even claiming that Ramsey wasn’t even the leader. They yelled about how it was the Golden Boy. Gavin was the one who pulled the strings, but no one believed them. To them, Gavin was simply the Golden Boy, a glorified kept boy.

~

When Mogar joined the Fakes, people were understandably afraid as he was a known pyromaniac, but at the same time, their fears were quelled as the arsonist would be on a leash under Ramsey. They were fucking wrong. If Mogar and the Golden Boy were seen within an inch of each other during a heist you fucking ran if you knew what was good for you. A well-placed word or two from the Golden Boy and suddenly the building was exploding and you were watching your hopes and dreams die. If you had made it out that is.

If you saw the two at a bar, your alcohol intake dropped drastically. You weren’t having a good time anymore. You’re cautious and watchful, waiting for the newbies that don’t know any better. You see the nudge and the whisper and suddenly Mogar’s eyes are burning. It’s 5 v 1 and the five are losing. No one intervenes. The fight only stops when the others are unconscious or the Golden Boy decides the fun is out of the moment. He then takes Mogar by the arm and saunters out.

~

If you receive a report of the Golden Boy and Pattillo being seen, you avoid the streets. There’s no telling when one of the speed demons will come flying around the corner. Or even come in guns blazing with a new attack chopper. There were no restraints on the two.

Monster trucks barreled down the roads. A jet swoops too close for comfort. No vehicle or location is entirely safe while the Golden Boy and Pattillo are out.

~

Most outside the crew didn’t see the effect the Golden Boy has on Rimmy Tim.  They only saw the aftermath. The ever-changing rainbow of hair. The reduced amount of words one week that was later met with the rumor that he had basically fried the inside of his mouth with sour candy,

The list went on. Little dares and bets that Gavin would present to Jeremy and would accept with little hesitation. Gavin knew not to go too far, but he couldn’t help but test it once or twice. See how far he could push the purple and orange man.

He wasn’t disappointed with the results.

~

Most can’t pick up on the Golden Boy and Vagabond dynamic. Even the crew couldn’t until it was thrust into their face. Gavin’s hypotheticals and seemingly idiotic questions were met with groans and eye rolls from the other members of the crew, including the Vagabond. There were those times though when the crew saw the Vagabond’s eyes sparkle a bit and suddenly he and Gavin were at each other's throats debating the everything to do with the little question. Multiple times the rest of the crew feared they were going to have to stop Ryan from killing Gavin. What shocked them the most was they would be in the middle of an intense verbal battle when would say some inane line, and they’d both stop, laugh, then go their separate ways while the crew stood blinking in awe.

They all knew that Gavin had all of them wrapped around his ring clad fingers, even Ryan. They could be driving somewhere for a heist, nothing going wrong, a simple peaceful ride. A motorcyclist would appear aways in front of them, and Gavin would lean over, hand caressing Ryan’s arm. A ‘please’ pressed to the mask covered ear and suddenly the cyclist was pasted across the window and hood of the car. The rest of them would laugh at the poor man’s demise, but they’d miss the knowing smirk pasted across their Golden boy’s face.

No one really questioned why Ryan listened to Gavin, seeing as they all did it. Blinded by their own trapping, they missed the gentle touches and whispered words before both disappeared. Later, they’d assume they were just hooking up, something they didn’t put past Gavin. No one visited Gavin’s or Ryan’s apartment, if they did, they’d realize they didn’t have a separate apartment. They lived together. In a house. With two cats and a dog, that the neighbor girl was all too enthusiastic to watch when they got busy. In fact, the couple was well liked in their neighborhood, and the crew never knew about it till they were forced to bunker down there one day. They soon learned that Ryan and Gavin had each other wrapped around their fingers, with silver bands.

~ “FUCKING GET DOWN!”

“WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY!”

The heist had been going well. The stealth part had gone phenomenal, the rest following through with their parts perfectly. That was until another crew showed up. They knew too much about their whereabouts with the heist meaning that they had to take care of a mole once they got out of this situation.

In a bullet-riddled vehicle, the crew is screaming through their coms. Talks about where to go as they race down the streets, a few of them being bandaged as the conversation goes on. If they had a mole, they obviously couldn’t go to any of their safe houses. They were probably already compromised. The talks turned to going to someone’s apartment. Michael vetoed his, as it was mostly just a front for civilian life and he mostly stayed at the penthouse. Geoff and Jack obviously lived at the penthouse. Jeremy had an apartment and volunteered, but was shot down because it was too small. They then turned to Gavin. He liked to spend money and the crew was assuming that he probably spent tons of money on some sort of bachelor pad. Their questioning leads to a blushing Gavin.

“Um, Ry? Can we fit everyone?”

“Probably, though they might have to bunk together in the guest rooms.”

This lead to them freaking out because holy shit they live together?! The long drive to their neighborhood brought up even more frantic questioned that was simply met with a silent Gavin and Ryan. When Ryan stops them in front of their house, the two turn to the crew and sigh.

“You’re gonna have to wait a bit until you can come in. We had a dinner party planned with the neighbors, plus we gotta pay the babysitter.”

“YOU HAVE KIDS!?”

“Furry kids, yeah,” Ryan snorts, “Hope no one is allergic to cats or dogs.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“No Geoff, I’m fucking Gavin, very lovingly I might add.”

~

Four hours later and Gavin and Ryan return to the vehicles, dressed up and smelling of home cooked food. The crew watches as they wave at some of the people down the street before ushering them inside. What greets is so domestic that some of them feel like they stepped through a portal into an alternate reality. They can see the touches of Gavin and Ryan respectively throughout the humble abode. There’s a cat curled up in an armchair and one staring down at them from the cabinets. The giant ass dog that bounces up to them makes them all recoil. The animal bowls through them in excitement.

“THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“This good girl is Strudel. The lazy ass is Pancake, and the lurker is Raspberry.”

“Why are your animals named after food?”

“Why not.”

Lindsey descends on Pancake, causing purring to overlay the current conversation. Slowly the crew settles down and Raspberry comes down from her perch to be pet after a bit. The panic of the earlier ambush seems to be completely gone now and a different panic sets in. Geoff is the one that breaks the silence.

“Since when did you two live together?”

“I think we’re coming up on seven years.”

Any and all movement that had been occurring grinds to a halt at that.

“We, uh, we’ve only been a crew for, um, three years?”

Simultaneously, Ryan and Gavin raise their left hands, displaying matching silver bands. There’s no sound for a second or two before suddenly they all break out screaming and yelling, a few going over to the pair to examine the jewelry more closely.  

“Kinda surprised you guys didn’t know… I mean we were in the newspaper and on the news for a few days after our wedding because someone wanted Ry dead, and shot it up with a bunch of hired guns. News crews were hounding us for weeks.”

“THAT WAS YOU GUYS!? I WAS FUCKING ON THAT JOB!”

“Small fucking world, huh?”

“Can we go back to the fact that they’re fucking married?”

“Yeah, the fuck you guys?”

“Well, we obviously started by dating.”

“No fucking shit.”

“Gav was just a hacker when we met, but he still had a mouth on him. We both were freelancing and got hired for the same job, and just kinda clicked? We’d meet up outside work and stuff. It was kinda an unspoken thing that we were dating, and then about a year after meeting, I proposed. Moved here, adopted our kids, became the token gay couple here, met you guys… Short and sweet.”

“Why the fuck did you act like you haven’t met before when we brought you into the crew?”

“Eh, just a game we like to play.”

“YOU SPENT ALMOST A YEAR AT THE PENTHOUSE CAUSE YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T HAVE A HOME?!”

“Again, little game. Gotta spice life up sometimes, and Ryan and I may have been fighting at one point during that and I stayed at the penthouse as a way to cool off.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“You try living with his snore denying ass and then tell me that living in the penthouse wasn’t justified. Took a fucking sleep study to convince him to buy snore strips.”

“This is too fucking domestic for me. Show me where I’m sleeping.”

[rysarts]

That Fake AH Crew AU where no one in the crew knows what Ryan looks under his mask. And he's a model. And Gavin just found his portfolio.

But also he admitted that he’s dating the guy in the pictures and it went on for months before the crew finally called him out on it.

[lastafterthought]

Prompt with gta ryan :I will kill you. Death will become of you swiftly. This is your end!” Gavin/ michael :“Dude. It’s just one cookie!” 

Can I just say I loved this prompt? 

Word Count: 615Summary: Ryan’s having a shitty day and all he wanted was his cookies. 

It was one of those days, those days when Ryan knew he probably shouldn’t have gotten out of bed, and probably shouldn’t have even considered going on the heist. Still, a job was a job, and Ryan was not going to be the guy that wimp out just because he knew deep down he shouldn’t bother getting out of bed.

It had been one thing after another. First, he realized, he was out of diet coke, which meant that before he did anything for the heist, he had to take his ass to the store and get some diet coke. Then, while on the heist, one of his idiot crew members hadn’t been paying enough attention, and he found himself being shot in the left shoulder. Of course, he was the Vagabond though, so he did his job, just like he should, pain and all. The, he found out his damn car had been impounded by the police due to the way he parked, which in his defense, had been partially inside of the parking lane. To top it all off, their usual doctor was busy, which meant that he had to take the time to take a different doctor hostage long enough to get them to fix him up.

So all he wanted to do when they got back to the penthouse was lock himself away with the new pack of diet coke, play some video games to blow off steam, and maybe binge the box of the Girl Scout cookies he had been hoarding. It seemed like a simple enough plan. After all, he deserved it.

He sped past his crew mates, making a beeline for the kitchen. Hidden away in the back of the freezer, behind all the frozen vegetables that Jack had insisted they buy but none of them really ate, he had hidden his last box of girl scout cookies. At the time, it had seemed like the perfect spot. Yet when he pulled the box out, he immediately frowned. Something was not right.

Marching to the living room, he angrily looked around. “Alright, which of you fuckers took it,” he snapped, looking around angrily. Everyone stared at him blankly, as though he was insane. He thrust the cookie box out, waving it around. “Which of you opened my damn box of cookies and took a cookie,” he asked, glaring at them. Everyone looked around at each other. In the back, he could hear Gavin squeak slightly, with Michael hushing him. “I will kill you. Death will become of you swiftly. This is your end!” he growled, walking slowly towards the two.

“Dude. It’s just one cookie. We didn’t think it’d matter,” Michael said defensively. Ryan shook his head angrily.

“Do you know how long I’ve been saving these cookies?” he hissed. Gavin glanced at Michael, who just shook his head. “I’ve been saving them for a very long time, just for a shitty day like this,” he muttered.

“We’ll buy you another box, Ryan,” Gavin squeaked, still concerned about the fact that their friend was overly angry over a simple box of cookies.

Ryan let out a long sigh. “Make sure you get Samoas,” he muttered, turning away from the group. He stormed away, marching up to his room. Moments later, the slam of a door rang through the penthouse.

Geoff turned to Michael and Gavin. “Don’t touch that asshole’s food ever again.”

“Got it…” the two mumbled. No one else said anything for awhile, but in the distance, they could hear Ryan yelling at something. Everyone looked at each other, shaking their heads. They could all agree on one thing for sure, Ryan could be one scary motherfucker.

[the-art-pile]

Jack the Mum

Ships: Freewood & Geoff/Fem!Jack

Word Count: 3,052

Prompt: How Jack mothers the crew (at least her form of mothering)

Disclaimer: I used to write a lot on Wattpad, but kinda fell out of that. I decided to start back up again, so bear with me, this is most likely awful. The characters are very oc, but I tried my best. 

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<3

Jack didn’t mean to become the crew’s mom. She really didn’t. For years she’d been a lone wolf. Robbing small stores and becoming dust in the wind before the cops even arrived at the scene. It was her signature. They speculated that she had a partner that drove her, but it was all her. It was her life. Rob a store or two during the week and on the weekends attend the races and occasionally attend her piloting class. That was her dream job. To be able to fly a helicopter to safety. And she achieved it, just not by herself.

Geoff waltzed into her life and never left. The one time she decided to challenge herself and rob something bigger than a convenience store, and of course, it went to shit. With a bullet in her side, she limps down an alley and curls up next to a dumpster. She checks her clip and sighs. One bullet left, better make it count.

“You okay?”

Immediately the gun goes up, right into the face of the man that had somehow crouched over her without her noticing. He didn’t flinch at the fact a Beretta was a millimeter away from his face. Just glanced at it then down to her wound that was still sluggishly bleeding. The man’s eyes then drift to the entrance of the alley and harden at whatever he sees.

“Keep quiet, I’ll help you move. My car is just at the other end.”

Jack’s mind wasn’t processing stuff clearly anymore, the blood loss finally catching up with her. She does remember thinking to fuck it all and nod yes. Geoff would later claim it was love at first sight, Jack always calls bullshit but with the happiest smile on her face.

The first instance of Jack’s motherly instinct cropping up was two years into her and Geoff’s criminal partnership (and four months into their romantic relationship as Geoff likes to point out). They weren’t robbing, mugging, killing, or even training. They were out shopping. Legitimately shopping. They had just moved into a bigger and better apartment than their previous one and needed to get furniture and food. Geoff had walked a bit away from her to go admire a car that had recently parked near the market.

When Jack turned back to him to call him over, she spotted someone sneaking towards him. She starts approaching to hopefully intervene should Geoff need backup, but instead watches in fascination as what she can now see is a teen sneak up to Geoff and nick his wallet. Geoff makes no move to retrieve it, meaning that he hadn’t noticed. The kid turns to try to get away and that’s when she moves in. Her hand clamps down on the teen’s shoulder and he immediately freezes, breath turning rapid and panicked instantly.

“Shh, sweetie. I won’t hurt you.”

The kid’s muscles slightly relax, but not enough to make Jack satisfied. She turns him around to Geoff and taps on him to get his attention. He whips around and stares at them.

“Trouble?”

“Nope, just need to have a talk with him.”

The boy’s breathing picks up again and Jack swears he whimpers.

“Cars’ around the corner. Let’s go kid.”

“First, hand it back please sweetie.”

With a shaking hand, the boy holds up Geoff’s wallet. He accepts it with nothing more than wide eyes and a raised eyebrow. They start walking then, the kid not fighting at all. The minute they make it to the side alley they had stored the car in, Geoff slams the kid against the wall. His cry of fear makes Jack’s heartache.

“Listen here you little shit.”

“Geoff…”

Geoff turns to her and sees her face, and loosens his hold on the boy. She steps up and pulls the now-crying boy into her arms, rubbing his back.

“Geoff, honey. Could we?”

His hands drag down his face in exasperation before sighing and kissing her cheek.

“You get to house train him… What’s your name?”

“G-gavin.”

Once Gavin had gotten comfortable around them, they couldn’t get him to shut up. They knew everything about his past. His friends, bullies, how he made it to Los Santos, everything. His talents lied in that of hacking, thievery, and fucking talking. Which was good. He filled spots that Geoff and her needed, so they started growing their operation. Geoff loosened up and they became a little family. Jack and Geoff more often than not referring to Gavin as their son, and they were content with that.

~

Jack’s second encounter came as an unexpected event. Geoff and her had been having a lazy day, cuddling and watching movies. The door to the apartment slams open, but neither of them moves, as Gavin never failed to slam it when he got home.

What made them move though was the chilling fact that Gavin happened in front of them, covered in blood. Jack is immediately on her feet and checking him over for any injuries.

“Gav? What’s wrong, sweetie? Where are you hurt?”

“Not me. Um… I made a friend a few months ago?… He needs help.”

“YOU GO TO THE HOSPITAL THEN GAV!”

“We, um, can’t?”

“What did you do?”

“Not now Geoff. Gavin, sweetie, let’s go get your friend. I can patch him up.”

Gavin leads us to the parking garage and a car riddled with bullet holes draws their attention. The groaning coming from within is not subtle at all.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!”

“Geoff. Not. Now.”

Gavin opens the door, and a curly haired lad practically falls out the door. With a lot of effort as the guy is practically unconscious, they pull him back up to the apartment and lay him on the couch.

“Gavin, grab the first aid kit, then go wash up. Geoff, can you grab some towels?”

The two split to complete the given tasks, and Jack starts playing with the hair of the boy as she checks his injuries. The lad groans, lifts his head, and blearily looks around.

“Fucking shit. Where the hell am I?! Fuck!”

“Gavin brought you to our apartment.”

He relaxes back into Jack’s touch, groaning in pain the whole time.

“Fucking great, Gav. Bring me to your fucking parent’s house. Good fucking job, idiot.”

“If you’re worried about us turning you in, it’s not happening as it would get ourselves arrested as well.”

“I fucking know who you are. I told the idiot I’d be fucking fine.”

“Bleeding out on our sofa is not something I’d say is fine.”

Gavin appears then with the aforementioned first aid kit.

“Mico, my boi!”

“Fucking told you I was fine Gav! This is just fucking embarrassing now.”

“They’ll help. They’ll only be mad about how it happened, but then get over it.”

“We’ll see about that Gavin,” Geoff grumbles as he walks back in with a pile of towels, “Now can I ask what the hell happened?”

“We may have…”

“Speak up!”

“WE SET OFF A GRENADE AND IT BLEW UP NEXT TO US!”

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET A GRENADE!?”

“It’s what I fucking do. GOD DAMN IT THAT HURTS! I get about anything that goes boom.”

“WHAT THE FUCK GAVIN?!”

“WHAT?! You said I needed to make some friends and I did!”

“Fuckin’-”

“Geoff, we’ll deal with this later, help me pull out this shrapnel. How have you not passed out?”

“Got a fucking high pain tolerance. Been shocked by a taser before.”

“Fucking Gavin, where’d you find this kid.”

“I’m older than Gavin actually.”

“Shut up. Gavin. Talk now.”

“Met at the range and got talking. Joined him a few times to test out the explosives he gets.”

“How do you get them?”

“GEOFF! SHRAPNEL!”

Twenty minutes later, Gavin’s friend, high on pain medication, is mumbling incoherently on the couch. Geoff pulls Jack onto his lap and buries his face in her shoulder blades.

“From the top Gavin. Name first”

“Michael. As I said, met at the shooting range, and started hanging out. Then he showed me his collection of stuff, and I thought he’d be cool to have on jobs. Kinda forgot about it though, cause we were having fun.”

“Gavin…”

“What?! I thought it would be good! He gets a steady stream of sticky bombs and grenades. He can even get a rocket launcher!”

Geoff sighs heavily into Jack’s back and nestles closer.

“Fucking hell. When he wakes up we’ll talk to him.”

~

Jeremy surprised them all. He just showed up at the penthouse one day asking for a job. Once they pulled Michael’s gun out of his face, they sat him down and talked. It turned out that he had been following the crew as long as possible. He had pieced together a pattern and had even found some of the crimes they had committed when they were all solo, even Gavin’s petty pickpockets.

They quickly learned that Jeremy had no sense of self-preservation. Ask him to run across a shootout? He’ll do it in a heartbeat. Ramp off some stairs. Not even a second thought about it. At first, it was harmless little things, but Jeremy couldn’t distinguish between jokes and actual requests.

After multiple broken bones, concussions, and internal bleeding incidents, Jack finally set the purple and orange-clad man down for a chat.

“Jeremy you can’t keep doing this.”

“But, but they asked me too.”

“Oh, sweetheart. They don’t mean half of those. They’re just jokes.”

The cowboy hat hits the table as Jeremy lays his head down.

“I just want them to like me.”

“Dear, They already like you. You don’t have to nearly kill yourself to get their affection.”

Jack pulls Jeremy to her and threads her fingers through the purple portion of his hair. The sit in silence for a bit as Jack lets Jeremy soak up that information.

“You all do such cool things, and I’m just there. I… I just want to be known, I guess.”

“Jeremy. You dress in purple and orange. The media calls you Rimmy Tim since you scream it all the time. Most of us don’t have that. I’m known as Ramsey’s second. That’s all. The only people that give us nicknames are the other gangs, and they are mostly just to mess with us. You have a brand. Hell, we don’t tell you about all the offers you receive from companies that want to merchandise you because that’s how you get caught, we aren’t like Saint’s Row, and there’s too fucking many. You’re almost as well known as the fucking Vagabond. You are Rimmy fucking Tim and we all love you.”

“Mum’s often right Lil J.”

Gavin, Michael, and Geoff walk in from waiting in the doorway. A cuddle puddle quickly forms and everyone snuggles in.

“We were just joking around J, we didn’t want you to actually do those things. Gav likes to ask hypothetical questions.”

“Yeah J, we didn’t want you to actually get hurt.”

“I guess I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to stress you guys out.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for Jeremy. We should have intervened sooner.”

Someone shifts and suddenly the once sitting cuddle puddle is laying on the ground, all on top of Gavin. The other four break apart in laughter while Gavin flails and screeches.

~

The fourth time, Jack saw coming from a mile away. They knew it would happen eventually, but that still didn’t prepare them. With the crew working full time and becoming more infamous throughout the city, they knew they needed to call in more muscle. They had all the specialist they needed, but they significantly lacked in anyone that could bring the intimidation factor.

Geoff put out some feelers into the community, but so far they haven’t received a solid offer from anyone yet. As the number of days grew, the more anxious the crew became. Finally, Gavin presents the solution.

“I may know someone that could fill the position.”

Gavin had pulled Jack and Geoff into one of the conference rooms. He paces around the room as he talks, hands occasionally pulling at his hair. Jack intercepts him and sets him in a chair.

“Who, sweetheart?”

“You can’t hate me.”

“We have never hated you, Gav. Been annoyed or disappointed, but we still love you.”

Gavin takes a deep breath before seeming to steel himself against whatever he thinks their reaction will be.

“I can get us the Vagabond.”

Geoff’s reaction is immediate. More worried than angry pacing as the name registers with them.

“What do you mean Gavin? The Vagabond is a fucking nightmare. He only takes contracts, we need a full-time person, and there’s no way he’ll ever accept our offer. Plus, I heard he’s actually insane. That it’s just not an act,” Geoff turns and points a finger accusingly at Gavin, “How do you know him? What did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything! Ryan is slightly insane, but aren’t we all!?! I said I can get him to join and I will! Have a little faith, Geoff!”

Geoff and Gavin start bickering back and forth, while Jack keeps Gavin seated in the chair by playing with his hair. She ponders over everything before something strikes her as odd.

“Gavin?” Both men quit down to listen as Jack speaks, “Is Ryan the Vagabond’s name?”

Gavin’s face instantly pales and he looks like he wants to throw up. Geoff starts on a whole new tirade of how he’s taking away Gavin’s computer because A: he should know better than to spy on the Vagabond and B: they’re all going to die because Gavin knows who the Vagabond is.

“HE’S MY BOYFRIEND, OKAY?!? THE VAGABOND AND I ARE FUCKING!”

The room quiets and you can hear a quiet “holy shit” from outside the door, followed by not so quiet shushing. Geoff plops heavily into his chair and is practically hyperventilating. Jack raises an eyebrow at his partner’s odd behavior.

“You’re terrified of the Vagabond, aren’t you? Big ol’ King Pin Ramsey is scared of a mercenary.”

Geoff tries to glare but just returns to his silent panic. Jack chuckles at his behavior.

“Gavin, sweetie, invite him over for dinner tonight.”

Geoff nearly has a heart attack.

-Time Skip-

The silence over the table is entirely awkward. Geoff has retreated somewhere in his mind, his parenting skills utterly shutting down, leaving it all to Jack. Figures.

“How long have you been together?”

“I met Ry about two years ago on that job out in Liberty City. He witnessed that deal go sour and helped me get out. We’ve kept in touch after that, then he said he was moving to Los Santos, so I, uh, offered my apartment to him, and yeah…”

Gavin’s nervous rambling slows when Ryan settles his hand over Gavin’s. The comforting gesture of a swiping thumb obvious to everyone at the table. Jack nudges Geoff, attempting to get him to do the whole, hurt him and I’ll hurt you speech, but he’s adamantly refusing. With a sigh, Jack pulls her gun out from under the table and points it at Ryan.

Surprisingly, he makes no move to react, even as Gavin squawks and complains beside him. Interested, Jack pulls out her second pistol, aiming them both at the mercenary. Again, no reaction.

“So this is your typical I’ll kill you thing. If Gavin ever comes home crying because of something you did, trust me when I say this. I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. It won’t be quick or painless.”

“Understood, Ma'am. I wouldn’t dream of hurting Gavin, and I respect your actions. You are wonderful parents.”

“Aw, Rye-bread. Don’t butter my parents up.”

“If I want a future with you, I have to show them I’m serious.”

Geoff promptly passes out.

~

They’re a unit. A family. It’s the characteristic that sets their crew apart from all the others. In-crew fighting is mainly about who’s turn it is to pick a movie or who’s been hogging one of the cars. It works for them and it makes them a cohesive force.

It’s also one of their weaknesses. All the other gangs of Los Santos knows that if you take one of the main boys, a she-devil in a chopper will appear and obliterate you. Kidnap the boy of gold and face Death himself. Steal any of them and you will regret the day you were born.

The crew spends nearly half of their resources on rescue missions as the other gangs just can’t get it through their heads that you don’t mess with the Fake AH Crew.

When Jack gets taken, the crew admittedly panics. Jack’s been taken before, but they can’t find her now. They’ve gone through all the gangs, swept every camera, drove everywhere, and they still can’t find her. Gavin can’t stop crying, Geoff’s gone silent and the rest are shells of the former personalities they were.

They keep searching and finally, a clue comes from a branch of their organization. A transport had been spotted going into a building near the airfield and the gang running it was unknown. The crew jumped into action, vengeance coursing through their bloodstreams.

Meanwhile, Jack is trying to talk some sense into the idiotic leader of this new gang. They’re new in town and thought they could easily take over by hitting the biggest crew. The punches don’t stop her from talking.

“I’m warning you now. Once they get here, you are going to regret it. Kiss everything you have goodbye.”

The enforcer looming over her simply laughs and aims a punch right fo her jaw. She hears the crack before she feels it, and spits out blood as best she can. Her ears are ringing now and stars are clouding her vision. The man pulls his hand back to get another strike in when an explosion rocks the building. The bewildered man stumbles back from Jack as she lets out a maniacal peal of laughter.

“I told you. I told you and you didn’t listen.”

The door breaks down and Jack watches as Ryan swoops and breaks the guy’s neck with no hesitation. Gavin divebombs Jack.

“MUM!”

The rest of them slowly trickle into the room and eventually, everyone is pulled into the group hug.

“Let’s go home, please.”

[officialduskboys]

i created a spotify specifically for the playlists for the gtaverse from my 8tracks. here’s the links to the playlists i have so far if you want to check them out!!

guns for hands [fahc]

man of gold [fahc!gavin]

behind the mask [fahc!ryan]

girl power [fahc!jack]

too cute for words [sean poole]

i’ll run to you [killems]