Just got back from seeing "Sinners" again (3rd time), and both my friends loved it. Now they want to see it again in IMAX and take their mother, too. We saw the movie five hours ago and just now finished having a discussion about it and Christianity, Hoodoo and Voodoo/Vodun, Black American music genre creations and clothing worn on plantations. Their mother shared old stories about how we did our hair back then, and then she pulled out family photos from 1901 through the 40s to compare suits and dresses in those eras, and yeah... a good day! Each time I watch "Sinners" the story resonates in a different way, and I still feel emotional at the end with how Michael brought those twins to life.
fic I wish you'd write: Agency AU but with superpowers/supernatural twist? :D? starring whoever you feel like right now but I'm feeling particularly Jeremy, Gavin, and/or Ryan rn
Oh my God, I love this so much?
Jeremy starts out in this Agency AU as a cop, right? And he’s on a task for investigating ~strange homicides/missing persons, and things go Terribly Wrong.
They’re planning a raid on this location – warehouse or some such and everyone gets separated, their radios fail – just all kinds of fuckery.
Jeremy gets attacked by someone in the dark and bitten – he thinks it’s some guy on PCP or something similar because who fucking bites other people, right? The guy will not listen when Jeremy tells him to put his hands behind his head and whatnot, and Jeremy is forced to shoot him because he keeps attacking him.
And then he goes to find the rest of his task force and everyone’s dead or just missing and it’s a whole clusterfuck.
Afterward his bosses are clearly lying about what happened, and he gets put on other cases and no one’s looking into what happened???
He puts up with it for a while, but the whole thing keeps eating at him until he looks into on his own, and his bosses find out. Threaten to fire him if he keeps up with his private investigation but he quits instead.
Throws himself into solving this case – he lost good friends when everything went bad – and I the back of his head is this little voice telling him what a bad idea it is but he can’t not do this thing right?
And he ends up stumbling into this bigger mess that Gavin and Ryan are investigating with their agency.
Keeps seeing things from the corner of his eye – swears it’s a person, but when he turns to look it’s just a weird shadow being cast by everyday objects and the like. This black cat watching him from the top of a fence or some such, a raven perched in a tree. Some fuck-off huge dog skulking in the shadows.
(Strange that he sees them all over the city, but whatever. Weirder things and the whatnot.)
Slow shift from typical ~mystery story to urban fantasy shenanigans and Jeremy doesn’t realize it at first. Always has some explanation for whatever he happens to see, but even he has a hard time believing it after a while.
The baddies catch Jeremy when he gets too close and he’s dragged in to be the sacrifice in some ritual – summoning a demon or something along those lines because of fucking course – and this whole time he’s just like. Wondering what is wrong with all these loonies???
But then Gavin and Ryan show up to Save The Day, right?
Gavin’s got his knives – one’s got enough silver in it to give a werewolf a real bad night, the other has enough cold iron to make the fae think twice. Wood stakes and silver bullets and all kinds of weaponry for the supernatural creatures and whatsits.
“Really?”
“We like to be prepared.”
Jeremy is just like ??? because it’s Gavin and that fuck-off huge dog of his and he’s never seen that breed before???
Gavin is like Jeremy, pls, at him as he’s cutting him free of the the ropes binding him to the stone alter (really, what is with these people???) and the dog goes to town.
There’s a lot of screaming and whoever Gavin is, he’s not concerned about it, so uh. Thanks?
Gavin tells Jeremy to stick close while he goes after the leader of this group who had some sort of artifact and he does even though he’s not a hundred percent sure Gavin is a good guy. (But he doesn’t seem like he’s into the human sacrifice side of things, so that’s a point for him in Jeremy’s book.)
There’s this whole chase and standoff scene, but they catch the head baddie and Jeremy even saves Gavin’s life at some point – shoots some asshole trying to sneak up on him. Gavin gives Jeremy this surprised look and this little smile and Jeremy has this little oh no, he’s hot moment that is super inappropriate for the setting so he just shoves that aside for later, because wow, yeah.
In the aftermath Jeremy ends up at the agency with Gavin and meets his partner who’s looking a little rough around the edges, but Ryan seems nice enough. (And not just because he shares the donuts he brought wth him.)
Jeremy sits around for a bit until Geoff wanders in and starts asking him how he figured the bit about the vampire coven and their demon master and so on and Jeremy is just like ???
“What in the ever-loving hell are you talking about?”
He just thought it was a bunch of weirdos or kids who’d seen too many movies and the like and Geoff just stares at him like he’s a fucking idiot for a long, long time.
Goes to the door and yells until Gavin and Ryan show up and they all spend a long time explaining to Jeremy that hey, wow. NOT a bunch of crazy kids, and also, how dumb are you?
Jeremy being ??? and !!! and then
“Wait, I’m what?”
Because, look.
That time he got bitten? The guy was a vampire and how the hell do you not notice that you, too, are a vampire?
“Are you all on crack?”
And Ryan walking Jeremy through the whole Being a Vampire thing that Jeremy never really noticed?
He didn’t go out in the day much because the case he was working that went to hell involved a lot of night surveillance and so on. (Thought he was developing an allergic reaction to garlic, and so on and just all these clues and hints he missed – really loves his rare steaks – and convenient things because reasons.)
Everyone being amazed at how oblivious Jeremy is and Jeremy is like “So, wait. I’m a vampire now?”
Gavin laughing himself sick and Ryan not bothering to hide how amused he is – both at Jeremy’s Jeremy-ess and Geoff’s suffering.
Jeremy gets recruited into their agency – Geoff claims it’s to protect him from his own stupidity, but really, Jeremy wasn’t half bad at being a detective and Gavin and Ryan are willing to work with him which is like a minor miracle.
And the Jeremy realizes the cat he was seeing around was Alfredo who is a shapeshifter - “You’re a and fucking werecat???” and the raven was Trevor “A wereraven? Are you kidding me?” (More like the descendant to a trickster spirit, but sure. That works too.)
Michael’s a magic user and Lindsay is a literal trouble magnet. (More like chaos incarnate, but never leave her and Gavin alone for extended periods of time. EVER.)
Gavin is a medium who can talk to the dead and so on (and sighs at his code name, because Geoff is not funny but, yes, Phantom (lololol)).
Ryan is a werewolf.
“You saw me back in the warehouse? The others frequently make dog jokes and leave dog treats on my desk? How the hell is any of this a secret? (No, really. HOW.)
They gave him the code name Vagabond because he gets prickly over being called a lone wolf and someone thought it was funny. (Geoff.)
Jack is very human and yet no one dares cross him. (Fuck with him, sure, but they always pay for it.
Geoff is…
Look, Geoff is the world’s most long-suffering vampire and one look around at all the assholes he’s in charge of explains that, right.
Jeremy is this baby agent who is also a baby vampire and the agency mostly deals with supernatural cases, but every so often they get your run of the mill cases and Jeremy is like this isn’t so bad? (Also, Gavin is STILL hot and Ryan’s not that bad on the eyes and wacky shenanigans???
No is a powerful word when you think about t It's what rebellions are made from It's a riot waiting to wake the people It's a power driven word No is refusal Do not believe that a no is bad decision No is an act of self preservation No can be so liberating No is the act of not giving up No is so much more badass than an unwilling yes Yes gets you places you never thought possible Yes is the start of making the impossible possible Yes is a mess that can't wait to be cleaned Yes is something beautiful to be heard A yes can bring so much joy As much as it can bring sadness Yes is so easy to say Yes is a compromise Yes has you where you are now Are you happy .... I guess I guess my life is going well I guess I could have done better I guess things could be worse I guess is a unwanted maybe I guess is a practical estimation I guess is as bad as almost As bad as probably As bad as never going to happen I guess this is the probably almost maybe Yes no you keep giving me No I am not surprised Yes I am moving on I guess you missed out
(just because its my fav soft ship): i wish you'd write a fic with soft hurt/comfort jackael where maybe the boys are stuck together as they hide in a safehouse after a heist gone bad, michael needing to keep jack patched up and stable and both worried about the rest of the crew while just keeping themselves alive through the night
Oh my gosh, yes.
They end up in this old garage on the east side of the city, place the crew liked to joke as being part of Geoff’s mid-life crisis. (Normal people go out and buy a sweet little convertible or maybe a bike. Geoff goes and buys a motorcycle clubhouse, because of course he does.)
It’s not in the best shape, but the only people who know about it are the Fakes so it’s safe enough for now.
Jack got shot in the arm in their escape and there may have been a bit of a bumpy ride to the garage.
(Gung-ho cops who want to take the crew down no matter what. Don’t care if it means racking up a major bill for property damage and thank God Michael decided on taking his armored Kuruma even though it’s not the fastest thing around.)
And Jack, okay. Jack’s giving him this look as Michael drags him to the lounge area upstairs and sits him down on one of the beaten up couches. Goes to get the first-aide kit someone stashed here and sets about cleaning and bandaging Jack’s gunshot wound while Jack ~gently nitpicks.
“Okay, you can shut up now, asshole,” Michael mutters, because Jack’s giving him his Pleasant smile, and Jack huffs out this little laugh as Michael patches him up.
They keep their phones close to hand because the others haven’t checked in yet and they still don’t know what went wrong yet.
Don’t know if it was plain bad luck or something else. If their target got antsy and switched things up on their own, or if there was a leak somewhere. Someone realized they were up to something or on of their allies or contacts thinking they could get something out of it if they ratted the crew out.
They don’t know, and the rest of their crew is scattered around the city with the cops out for blood and no one’s checked in yet, and who knows what happened to them?
“Michael.”
Jack, all soft and careful like Michael’s one of the strays he and Gavin go all soft over. (Jeremy too, and Ryan, even if he still pretends he doesn’t have a heart. Geoff stays out of it until one of the little bastard gets their claws into his cold lump of a heart and then he acts like he doesn’t have a wobbly kitten trailing all over him in the penthouse or a mutt chewing on his expensive shoes.)
“I’m fine,” Michael snaps, because one of them has to be.
Jack’s hurting and only has one good arm, and Michael’s a little battered, sure, but he’s got this, okay. He does.
“Of course you are,” Jack says, in the Jack kind of way where Michael honestly can’t tell if he’s being serious or looking at Michael like he’s a dumbass.
“Are you - “
Jack’s got this look on his face, right.
The one he wears when he’s humoring someone he happens to think is being especially stupid but he’s far too polite to say so to their face. (And anyone who knows Jack knows that’s a load of bullshit, because Jack.)
So.
“Jack - “
“You’ve got a little something,” Jack says, reaching out to brush at something on Michael’s face. Touch light and careful, and when he pulls his hand back there’s blood on his fingers. “Right there.”
His face stings, and Michael doesn’t remember when it happened – how it happened. Somewhere in the chaos, flying debris or something else. (There are other little aches and stings and his hip hurts like a motherfucker after going out that window earlier.)
“You mind if I take a look at that?”
Michael raises his eyebrows at that, as if Jack’s just going to let it go if he says no.
Oh, he’ll listen if Michael says no, sure. But he’ll just sit there and wait until Michael’s not so wound up to ask again. Come at it from another angle, and by then Michael will have had time to calm down, stop thinking about how close things came earlier.
“Knock yourself out,” Michael says.
Turns on the tv and finds a news broadcast about the botched heist, relaxes a little because it doesn’t seem like the cops have caught up to the others. (God knows it would the only thing on tv for the next forever if - when – that ever happens.)
Michael gives Jack this look when the asshole presses a little kiss over the bandage on his face (“Helps it heal faster.” :D)
Somehow, Jack gets him to play a game of darts -
“I’m going to kick your ass if you pull your stitches.”
“Michael, please.”
(As if he would ever.)
- and he absolutely does not get annoyed at the one-armed bastard who beats him ~handily >:DDDDD (”Jack.”)
They start to gets texts after that, the others checking in to let them know they’re okay and hiding out until things cool down enough to head back to the penthouse.
Look around and realize the garage isn’t a bad place, really, that it might be interesting to humor Geoff in his grand idea for a motorcycle club for a bit. Change of pace and all, and Jack supervises as Michael makes them a little nest out of the couch cushions and the blankets while they bed down for the night.
Jack is making plans for an arm-wrestling rematch with Ryan while Michael rolls his eyes because really? (And he totally does not kiss the bandages over Jack’s gunshot wound when the asshole falls asleep, just in case he’s right about it helping the healing along. No.)
