This is a repost of a previously deleted fic. It’s also posted over on my AO3, just search up ‘everamazingfe’ or the title of this fic over there!
Gavin stays behind in the crew's penthouse to get some work done, but things very quickly go awry. Inspired by the song "Michael Myers Resplendent" by The Mountain Goats.
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When the house goes in flames, no one emerges triumphantly from it.
When the scum begins to circle the drain, everybody loves a winner.
The smoke was suffocating. The sound of the flames licking at the support beams around him was deafening. A stunt gone wrong, one that went too big too fast and led to a disaster. Gavin was stuck and alone, his two biggest fears being melded with his third. A fear of fire.
"Guys?" His voice was pitiful and weak, looking around frantically for an exit that wouldn't come. A window, twenty stories up. An elevator shaft, with the top of the elevator five stories below. The cable would shred his hands, tear up his fingers, he might live, but he whimpered at the thought. "Michael! Geoff! Anybody!" He cried out, the desperation hitting him hard as he tried to pry the window open. He punched the glass once, twice, three times before it shattered and he could clear it from the frame.
Sticking his head out, he could barely see the ground below. Fire trucks were circling, and he tried screaming for them. "I'm up here! Someone help!" He screamed, but his voice was lost on the wind and the sirens.
Gavin whimpered again, the smoke making him hack and cough. Finding a blanket that hadn't yet been set ablaze, he tore it and wrapped his hands with it. Then, he ran, jumped, grabbed onto the elevator cable and slid down with a screech. It groaned under his weight as he landed down hard on it, his hands bloodied from where the blanket had either been shredded through or not covering his skin enough.
Always the lucky one, the elevator doors were open when he kicked in the emergency hatch, and the fire hadn't spread down too far yet. It was coming though, and fast, so he climbed onto the floor and started running down the stairs, hopping rails when he could to save time.
Above him, the top three floors lost their supports entirely and collapsed, bringing down six more floors with their weight. Floor 11 bowed above Gavin's head, and the roaring of the flames pushed him to go even faster. The smoke he'd breathed in was making him hack and cough, his lungs feeling like they were going to burst, but he kept going.
Four more floors collapsed from above him and brought the flames ever closer to him. The building was engulfed in the flames by now, the firefighters not able to keep up with how fast the building was tearing itself apart with the flames. When he finally burst through the lobby doors onto the street, he nearly collapsed right there, feeling like it was impossible to catch his breath. EMTs swarmed him, and not far behind, Geoff emerged from the fascinated crowd.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to step back and stay out of our way, this man needs to go to the hospital right away," one of them scolded, holding Geoff back as two others led Gavin away.
"That's my boyfriend, I’m his boyfriend!" Geoff shouted, pushing past the woman without much regard and slipping into the ambulance before the doors were slammed shut. "Fuck, Gav. I don't know how the hell you made it out of there." Geoff's voice was rough and raw from the amount he'd been screaming, trying to get someone's, anyone's, attention that Gavin was in there and he was stuck and he was going to die and why was no one listening to him?
"Me neither," Gavin whispered, coughing hard as they slipped an oxygen mask over his face. They asked about his hands, which were bloodied and had some fabric embedded into the wounds. "I... I climbed down the elevator cable so I could get to some stairs. The top floor didn't have stairs, just the elevator, and the whole floor is the apartment."
"And what were you doing there by yourself?" They asked incredulously, as if Gavin was a criminal who had broken in and set the fire himself. He wasn't one for cat burglary or arson.
"We live... lived there," Geoff spoke up, his face twisting into a frown as Gavin continued to cough. "Gav and I, some of our friends, their partners. The rest of us were out, and Gav had some work he wanted to get done so he stayed back."
The EMTS nodded and then were silent as they fixed up Gavin's hands, the drive to the hospital feeling far too drawn out.
"Geoff," Gavin whimpered after a few minutes, and he jumped into action, smoothing the lad's hair back and doing what he could to be soothing. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, buddy... All I care about is that you're alive. The rest of that shit can be replaced, that's not an issue," he promised, leaning to press a kiss to his temple. "I will say, you showed some bravery none of us expected out of you. Fucking sliding down an elevator cable like some sort of action hero? Michael's gonna love hearing about that."
Gavin laughed, feeling like he could breathe a little easier as the heavy smoke was pushed from his lungs. "I didn't have as triumphant of an exit as I wanted, though."
"No one emerges triumphantly from that sorta thing, Gav," Geoff chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "It's okay. You're okay." Another kiss to the lad's temple, and then he was following the gurney to the ER room where Gavin would be staying until they were sure he was better.
don't clown me over the description i forgot what i wrote the first time lmao
HELLO, thanks to everyone who was waiting for this so patiently, and for all your kind messages and comments when I was struggling with what to do with this. without y’all i probably would’ve deleted it and called it a day.
So, the reason it took a while is because this wasn’t just a find + replace because Geoff is a different character, so his lines and thoughts and conversations are all rewrites while most of Gavin’s POV remains the same.
again, thanks, and if you could leave me a comment and show me a love on a chapter or two i’d really love that. ♥♥♥
Okok I just got home but I HAVE NOT been able to get these thoughts out of my mind all day.
So last night’s post had me thinking, wouldn’t it be cool if Gav just lived in this house with all his vampire boyfriends??
Like they all end up living together for some reason and they start off with this very serious and dramatic tension as the guys try really hard not to let Gavin know that they’re vampires and it’s like, out of a damn soap opera how dramatic they all are about keeping this secret and when Gavin finally does tell them he Knows, he reveals that he’s actually known from Day 1 and he just thought they were trying to be polite and not gross him out by eating blood in front of him lol.
Michael’s absolutely from the 50′s, was probably part of the mafia when he got bit and had to go into hiding so they didn’t find him again. He’s still kinda got the accent, but he’s worked hard to tone it down
Ryan’s from Shakespeare’s time no question. That dramatic bitch has held onto his theatrics and his unnecessarily long (and outdated) words for hundreds of years despite the fact that he flubs them all the time and will not let them go, thank you very much, kids these days have no creativity, no inspiration, where’s the panache?
Jack’s a little bit older, used to be a plague doctor way back in the day until one of the corpses he was performing an autopsy on turned out to be a very much not dead vampire and he got bitten (had to go on the run as well because people started getting suspicious when he didn’t get the plague)
Geoff won’t say how old he is, but they all know he’s old as fuck, probably a couple hundred years older than Jack. He makes jokes sometimes about how he was there when the pyramids were built (or insert literally any other landmark from the ancient world tbh) but nobody really believes him.
Jeremy’s the hardest one. I can’t decide if I want him to be the same age as Gav (and bitten like a year or two ago) OR... If I want to make him the oldest one by far.
‘Cause see, like, I just love the idea of crazy old Jeremy who’s been alive so long that he’s already gone through the hundreds of years of depression, nihilism, having existential crises every goddamn day and he just got tired of it and decided, you know what? I don’t give a fuck lmao I’m gonna live forever bitch!! Who cares if everyone I ever love dies!! I don’t!!! I don’t care at all!!
And like he just Does Not know pop culture, he doesn’t watch movies, only knows specific bands and tries to keep up on it all once the rest of the guys start hounding him for it (You’re the oldest bitch alive and you haven’t seen fucking Star Wars???) but he is actually pretty knowledgeable about science, like plants and animals and stuff since it’s interesting to him, but pop culture? No.
Anyways here’s Gav with all these old fucks as his boyfriends and like they’ve been alive for hundreds or years and they still can’t wash a bloody cup? Fold a goddamn towel? He has to do everything around here! (He secretly loves it tho bc he likes feeling useful uwu)
But yeah that’s it, that’s the post, just Gav with his five vamp boyfriends and they’re all in love <3
Tbh I always die for sweet geovin stuff if u manage it. Just like, soft mornings and sweet kisses and like we've known each other so long everything is soft and easy
The sun rose slowly, Geoff waking up and looking at Gavin, smiling softly. He loved the way that the sun illuminated his husband. It had barely been a day but the ease with which he could think of Gavin as his husband was beyond his own belief. Gavin was his husband. His. It had Geoff beaming as he stared at the hacker, watching as he slowly blinked awake.
“You been watching me, love?” His voice was full of sleep, a soft smile on his face.
“Can’t help but admire my husband.”
Gavin’s smile grew, rolling onto his side and pressing closer to Geoff, their legs tangling together.
“Might make my ego bigger than it is like that.”
“Worth it when you’re so beautiful.”
Geoff leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Gavin’s lips. The morning was perfect. Sun warm on their skin as they curled closer together.
