#ryackeoff

[monarchisms]

For gents ot3: the fakes need to infiltrate a fancy gala (either to get information, take out a target or a very lowkey heist), Lindsay and Fiona want nothing to do with that formal dress code so Jack says she’ll go, so now it’s Geoff and Ryan competing to be her +1 (“competing” in this case meaning sucking up to Jack and trying to prove how well behaved and good at being fancy they are) so they’ll get to take her on this classy date heist

oh, how sweet!!

[bostonchungschwa]

Fahc Gents all sleep in the same bed. Ryan always sleeps on the one end because he gets restless some nights, jack is on the other end because she’ll get too hot, and Geoff is in the middle of two of his favorite people and sleeps like a baby. The only real problem is when Ryan and Jack sleep, they cuddle like crazy and Geoff ‘I wake up every day at six’ Ramsey is trapped by their octopus love (come guys move! I have to pee!) —ramseys

yes!!!!!!!!!

[shadeofazmeinya]

Jack Geoff and Ryan OT3 all in suits and cigarettes and silver guns

haha yup i fully support this. gimme those dangerous gents in suits. fucking love it. 

[miss-ingno]

@lil-dead-fightinghood​ I’m sorry today’s not good D: I’m too exhausted to come up with ideas, so have a short and sweet rec list instead?

Do You Want To Go? by GanglyLimbs (turnfree high school au)

A Study in Feline Mating Behaviours: by one Gavin Free, PhD. by diydynamite (hopefulundertone) (mavin, hybrid office au)

Soon the Bells will Start by rage_quitter (Jerevinwood christmas fluff)

Too Sweet by captainandersmith (Braggtillo christmas fluff)

Quiet Moments by  rage_quitter (freewood cowboy au)

A Cup Of Sugar by GanglyLimbs (mavinseg neighbour au)

A Pinch of Sugar by ShadeOfAzmeinya (jeremwood)

Light the Sky by ShadeOfAzmeinya (jerevin fahc poetry)

Bullets in Bloom by BM Vagaybond (MintSharpie) (freewood, fahc)

getting comfy is what i live for by tinypi (ramfreewood modern au)

color, brilliance, strangeness by anarchetypal (ryack-centric gents ot3 fahc) AND because that’s not enough Gents OT3:

Professional Eye by GanglyLimbs (ryack-centric ot3, fahc, bamf!jack, bit smutty)

Communication Error by whalehuntingboyfriends (all the second hand embarassment, fahc)

Said and Unsaid by J (j_writes) (fahc)

[miss-ingno]

Ayo! Congrats on your 400! For the prompt how about some (hybrid?) Gents telling each other they love them for the first time?

Thank you, love :D here have some cute hybrids

wc: 541

“Ryan, have youseen Jack’s brush?” Geoff called, lifting the brush he and Ryanshared. “I can only find ours, and that’s no good with his mane.”

Ryan stuck his headout of the walk-in closet, carefully avoiding the frame with his widehorns. He was only wearing jogging pants, and Geoff let his gazelinger on his back, the muscles rippling as he turned sideways.

“It’s not in thebathroom?” Ryan asked, frowning quizzically. “I could swear itwas in the cabinet under the sink.”

“No, I could onlyfind ours, and the bristles are too short for Jack,” Geoff replied,shaking his head.

“I got your hornbalm, assholes, you coming!?” Jack called from the bath, and Geoffand Ryan exchanged a guilty look.

“Hold your horses,dickhead, we’re coming!” Geoff yelled back, voice pitched high. Heshook his head irritably, foot scraping across the ground. “Fuck,where the fuck did you drop it?”

“I didn’t lose anything!” Ryan protested, gathering up the clean clothes andtowels. He butted his head gently against Geoff’s. “C'mon, maybeJack knows where it is.”

Jack was indeedwaiting for them, impatiently tapping the missing brush against histhigh.

“What took youassholes so long?” he asked, sounding exasperatedly fond. Geoffsquawked, pointing at the brush with his own brush.

“I was searchingfor that everywhere!”

Jack raised hiseyebrows, giving the other man a look. “It was in the drawer. Whereit always is. Really, Geoffrey, you’d think you know your way aroundyour own house.”

“We haven’t livedhere that long,” he huffed,dropping his brush in the sink while Ryan deposited the clean clotheson the hamper. He motioned to Jack imperiously. “C'mon up. Youshower first, you take longest to get dry.”

“Yeah, if my furdoesn’t clog the drain again,” Jack sighed, rolling his shoulders.He slipped out of his clothes and into the shower easily, though,offering his boyfriends a good view off his furry ass and tail.

“Shut up and hurryup, asshole, I want to get to the good part,”Geoff grumped, jumping when Ryan wrapped his arms around him frombehind.

“Sex?”he inquired bemusedly, carefully dropping his head on Geoff’sshoulder in a way that his horns didn’t clock him one, nor did theytangle up with Geoff’s.

“No,you dickhead,” Geoff countered, smirking as he laid his hands ontop of Ryan’s. “The grooming.”

Theytook turns washing off, quickly shampooing and soaping up fur, hairand skin respectively with their appropriate hygiene products. Geoffand Ryan could get away with sharing shampoo, but Jack’s mane haddifferent requirements.

Afterwards,Jack settled on a chair, Ryan dropping down in front of him on apillow, resting his head in the lion hybrid’s lap. Jack’s chestvibrated, a purr neither the ram nor the bull hybrid were able topick up but could almost feel from this close. Geoff sat down on thebathtub lid, brushing through Jack’s mane carefully, entangling theknots. Ryan sighed contently while Jack rubbed the hornbalm whereskin met the hardened horn.

“Better than sex,”he agreed under his breath, and Jack chuckled.

“Nah,” hedisagreed, his dry fingers carding through Ryan’s blond hair. “Butnearly as good.”

Geoff sighed exasperatedly. “Love you, too, you dicks.”

[satansprettyprose]

Oct. 16 - Cannibal AU

Jack comes over midway through the week, later in the night. He sits at the bar as Ryan sits next to him, both of them watching Geoff running back and forth between the kitchen and the restaurant. Sometimes he drops plates in front of them, drinks too, mostly for Jack’s, though Ryan takes a few disgusted sips. 

By the time the last people leave, Geoff is exhausted, flopping down on the opposite side of Jack and groaning in pain from aches and bruises from racing back and forth. He bitches that it would be better if Ryan would help now that his shop is closing down for the season but Ryan shrugs, smiles, tells him he likes him better full and happy than getting in the way. 

Jack laughs when Geoff grumbles, huffs and hides his face in the warmth of his arm. Ryan leans against his other side, playfully reaches over him to nudge Geoff. 

Internally, the baker wonders how this is his life, feeling warmth and safety with a monster on either side. He wonders what they’re thinking of, if they’re thinking about their last kill, about the meat inevitably in the freezer behind the door to the kitchen. Or maybe they aren’t thinking about it at all, maybe it is such a minor thing to them that they think about it no more than a snack from the pantry. 

He can still taste the spices of his recently-eaten meals on his tongue, the burn of alcohol in his throat. He knows what he’s been eating and somehow, he feels no guilt about it. 

They’re all that matter to him. And if that means saying nothing, mentioning offhand when someone has come into the shop acting overly rude, coming over for dinner and eating his delicious fill?

Well, he’s never been one to complain.

[satansprettyprose]

Ryan laughs the first time they invite him upstairs, shakes his head, tells them that they don’t want him there. They don’t understand then, shrug about it and forget, decide he just isn’t interested. They don’t understand.

Now, now they do.

Jack presses a kiss to Ryan’s mask as he passes by, smiling at how he still splutters, how the waveform marking his speech jumps wildly at the sound, even though now Jack does it every time, a quiet show of affection for the one they all care so much for. 

Geoff shows his affection with a swat on the ass, earning a similar reaction but one with the response of an attempted smack back. They entice him, try to convince him to follow them as he stays up past when everyone else has gone home. Jeremy shrugs when they ask him, the closest of anyone to their most secretive friend. He knows what Ryan looks like under that mask, takes care of him when they both think no one is looking. Jeremy keeps his secrets, stands between them and him when the mask was knocked free, keeping them from getting little more than glances.

It was enough to understand, that sight. The mottled marks of scars as clear as day, how his fingers searched blindly for the mask until they found the edges of it, placed it back on his face with a locking click. The nearly soundless little laugh, barely more than a wheeze as he tried to brush it off. Even in the dark of the city night, it was enough to know. Enough for Geoff to put the pieces together, days later with his head in Jack’s lap. Ryan’s expansive knowledge, the cockiness, the scars. A face off the map for years now, maybe a match, where they to get a good look. The Vagabond, supposedly dead from a warehouse bomb.

The scars. The eyes. The wheezing aching laugh. A broken human being, held together with wires and bolts.

They want him to know he’s cared for, want him to know he’s loved. 

Want him to know he’s safe.

But he shakes his head, laughs, like he can’t believe they’d even look at him that way, not the two of them, already bonded at the hip. So Geoff swats his ass, Jack kisses his cheek and one day, they hope, they’ll be allowed to kiss the skin beneath.

[bostonchungschwa]

domestic Ryackwood with the ideal and perfect domestic couple Ryack and disgrace to the family name Geoff

yessssssss