Okay so this is related to This post by @littlekingbergara and i just wanna say, please consider:
werewolf!ryan and vampire!shane.
I just need to see more of that spooky boy content. Especially since it was mentioned in the chicken sandwich episode. Art, text posts, anything. Maybe even a spooky steven :D
werefox trevor with werewolf bro ryan? fahc au would be amazing!
Okay, so!
I really, really love these two idiots as brothers, and then you go and want them as werefox and werewolf and FAHC to boot? Yes, okay, I love to the moon and back.
So let’s say in this one the two of them are half-brothers, right?
Ryan’s dad fucks off when he’s a kid so for the longest time it’s him and his mom and this loose pack they have with various family members and close family friends and it’s pretty great?
But then her job takes her to a new city and things go downhill for them for a while. Ryan’s a Good Kid who does his best to help out around the house, gets a job as soon as he can to help with bills and the whatnot. (Maybe gets into stuff he shouldn’t for the same reasons, but nothing too dangerous, right? Just. Things he can’t tell his mom about.)
And then she meets this guy somewhere. Kind of an asshole and Ryan’s not a fan, but he makes his mom happy and that should be the important thing, right?
The fact she takes Ryan aside and tells him to be careful about the whole werewolf thing around him should be a warning sign, but she’s always careful about that because people get weird about werewolves.
She’s not a wolf herself, no, that was Ryan’s deadbeat dad. His mom changes into a pretty little red fox that laughs at Ryan on his big clumsy paws and used to coax him into chasing her so he’d learn how to control all four limbs, track prey – some dumb kids lost in the woods they’d spook back to the right path out before they got into too much trouble out there – and so on.
But she’s got this paranoia about people finding out that she passes on to Ryan along with a sense of family he never forgets.
But with this new guy in her life, she hides part of herself she never had to before and it unsettles Ryan, has him keeping his distance a little more.
And then she gets pregnant, and then she has this sweet baby boy. Soft tuft of dark hair and gunny little smile and dimples and Ryan is just a kid but he knows, knows he loves this dumb little baby so much.
The asshole who fathered him isn’t around much, long-haul trucker and all, so he isn’t there to see the baby shift on its first full moon.
Wide startled eyes in a soft fuzzy face, pointed muzzle and soft gray-black fur and the cutest fox kit Ryan’s ever seen.
Wobbles after Ryan like a baby duckling and ferociously attacks his tail, tries to climb all over him while their mom watches, laughing at her idiot sons and this sadness to it Ryan doesn’t notice until it’s too late.
They carry on with things, life, for a while and it’s good, it is, but then Ryan gets in trouble or something else happens and he has to leave.
(He doesn’t, but he’s young and stupid and thinks it’s the only way, the smart thing to do.)
Wanders for a bit before ending up in Los Santos and loses touch with his mom and baby brother – too young to really remember Ryan at the time, which is probably a good thing considering how Ryan’s life turns out.
The things he does to get by, kind of person he turns into as the years go by.
Eventually he gets to a point where he thinks he can look behind him, check on the family he left behind. Enough favors saved up he goes to his most reliable contacts in Los Santos and calls in some favors.
The news they give him when they look into things isn’t the best, nowhere near.
His mom got sick a few years ago and passed on less than a year ago. That asshole she was living with stopped driving that rig of his and took a job in a factory in some small town a few states over, and his little brother is still with him.
Supposed to graduate from high school soon and all these honors to go with it, but doesn’t have the money for college and there are all these…concerns about the whole living situation with his dad.
(Scholarships and the whatnot he would have qualified for but didn’t bother with the applications for and that’s a Concern.)
The accounts his mom had saved up for Trevor’s college fund and various other things all but drained dry and Trevor holding down a shitty job at a bar. (Small place in the kind of town where everyone knows everyone and people look the other way sometimes.)
And Ryan, okay.
Ryan goes on a little road trip, all this anger in him – at himself the asshole his mom fell in love with all those years ago. The world for being what it is, all kinds of reasons.
Skulks around the little town for a while, on two feet and four depending on the situation until he knows for sure what’s going on.
Trevor’s the one keeping the family of two going, running himself ragged with school and the job he shouldn’t have but someone took pity on him and anyway, anyway.
Trevor’s dad crawled into a bottle when his mom got sick and never left, takes out his anger and grief and shortcomings on Trevor. Hasn’t hit him from what Ryan’s seen, or hasn’t done it yet, but it’s a matter of time with a bastard like him.
So.
Ryan goes to have a chat with the bastard one day when Trevor’s supposed to be at school.
Tells him since Trevor seems to be such a burden on him, he’ll be taking him off his hands, make everything nice and easy for him again.
And of course Trevor comes home early – got into a fight at school with some bullies or just. Got tired of being there, who knows.
Balks at seeing a strange car in the driveway, San Andreas plates and more expensive than anything he or his dad could ever afford. (Let alone anyone they know, because Trevor’s dad cut off all contact with his mom’s side of the family and moved them around so much there was no chance of them finding them if they didn’t have the right resources.)
Trevor walks inside to see his dad squaring off with someone he doesn’t recognize, someone who smells dangerous, gives off this aura that has Trevor immediately wary of him.
Gets to hear his dad say, “You want the little bastard he’s yours. Go knows he’s not worth the trouble of fighting you over,” with this derisive sneer to it that hits Trevor hard.
(He’s known for a while what his dad thinks of him, what a burden he is and what a good thing his mom isn’t alive to see him now and so on and so on and so on, but be never expected this?)
Ryan growls, this inhuman sound that has Trevor eyeing him warily and he pulls his anger back. Tells Trevor to pack his things, they’re leaving and of course, of course Trevor is just.
??? and he can’t? Because school and work and…and everything?
Ryan’s expression softens and tells Trevor to pack again, that he’s got a room at a motel in town and they can settle everything there.
And now, of course, Trevor is doubly worried because shady as hell, what the hell? But with the way his dad is glaring at him he knows he doesn’t really have a choice.
Goes and packs what he can. Clothes, precious things – mostly reminders and gifts from his mom – and aches for the things he has to leave behind.
Ryan sees it, when Trevor comes back out with a backpack and duffle bag packed full, and he throws money at Trevor’s dad. Warns him if he touches anything Trevor left behind before he has people come through to pack up the rest and ship it off to Ryan’s place he’ll know and he’ll come back. (And Trevor’s dad won’t like it if that happens, okay.)
Trevor stares at Ryan because he hadn’t expected that? But Ryan doesn’t say anything about it – doesn’t know what to say to the raw hurt in Trevor’s eyes at how easily his dad gave him up.
The ride to the motel is awkward as hell, and Ryan knows this has to be scary to Trevor. (Can smell it on him, read it in his body language.)
Orders takeout for them when they get to his room, Trevor taking the spare bed and nervous as hell and Ryan introduces himself to his own damn brother.
Breaks out what proof he has – the birth certificate he’s had squirreled away where the authorities couldn’t get their hands on it and so on and watches with this heavy sense of guilt as Trevor relaxes the tiniest bit.
Tells him when the pizza gets there that he can pay for somewhere for Trevor to live until he graduates or whatever he wants, that he doesn’t have to go with Ryan, you know?
Will help him with college and so on and apologizes for not being there for him.
And Trevor mulls over his options.
He’s all but done with school as it is, just a formality at this point and no offense to this sleepy little town but he’d love to never see it again.
Doesn’t…doesn’t know what he wants to do college-wise anymore, so maybe a gap year until he figures it out?
And.
He doesn’t know Ryan at all, does he? Has these fuzzy little memories (fuzzy, ha!) of toddling along after a big black blur of a figure, his mom this bright blazing red one so small next to it but happy, and maybe, maybe Ryan’s like him? (That growl, back at the house. No human throat should be able to make one like it, so…?)
Tells Ryan he wants to go with him back to Los Santos, he just. Wants to say goodbye to the people who were kind to him here first before he does.
And Ryan agrees, a little taken aback that Trevor wants to get to know him better after he was out of his life for so much of it.
Lets him say his goodbyes and drives them back to Los Santos, Trevor cautious and wary and so goddamned smart.
Figures out too damn fast Ryan’s line of work is hardly on the legal side of things but he doesn’t ask. Just watches and observes and comes to his own decisions about that.
Gets a job at the little grocery store down the block even though Ryan tells him he doesn’t need to, and Trevor laughs. Sheepish little thing because he needs something to do other than occasionally exploring the neighborhood and such you know? (Still coming to terms with not having to be the adult, not being the responsible one. Knowing Ryan won’t get angry with him for being a clumsy little idiot still getting used to his last growth spurt and all if he accidentally knocks something over or spills something.)
Things are okay between them for a bit, getting comfortable being around one another and slowly building a healthy relationship, but then!
Then the full moon rolls around and Trevor turns into this mess, all nervous and high-strung as his instincts go a little haywire. Nervous and scared because what if Ryan isn’t like him? What if he realizes what Trevor is and kicks him out or worse?
Ryan doesn’t get what’s wrong at first, but then he glances at a calendar and is like, oh, of course.
Makes arrangements for a little cabin in the woods and tells Trevor they’re going on a little trip, or okay. Comes home one day and tells him to pack and gets Trevor staring at him and a “Did I do something wrong?”
Ryan is…Ryan bites down on the flash of anger at the question because Trevor sees it, thinks it’s for him, and forces himself to calm down.
“No, Trevor, no,” he says. “We’re going on a trip.”
And then he has to get the fuck out of the room before he says something he knows he’ll regret, because Trevor doesn’t deserve that.
Trevor packs, and goes a little quiet for a bit thinking Ryan’s mad at him, and Ryan doesn’t know what to say to make things better and it’s a mess those days before they leave for the trip.
Trevor’s nerves frayed as he fights against his instincts and worried about making Ryan mad and Ryan furious with Trevor’s dad and himself for not going back for Trevor and their mom sooner. (For not being there and it’s just. DRAMA.)
The cabin’s in an isolated location, no one else around for miles and Trevor is delighted and a little spooked by it all. He knows what Ryan does even though Ryan’s never said a thing about it or tried to draw Trevor into his world. (Just how easy would it be for him to hide a body out here?)
Ryan brought him out here for the full moon, a chance to let Trevor run around without worry of being discovered because it’s pretty obvious he hasn’t had the opportunity for a long, long time.
But Trevor doesn’t shift, change, and Ryan’s worried he’s forgotten how to?
Ryan shifts the first night there, sniffs around the cabin obvious as hell, and Trevor just thinks he’s seeing things, right?
Sneaks out through the window in his bedroom one night before the full moon proper takes one of the deer paths down to the lake a quarter mile from the cabin. Sits on a rock overlooking the lake and goes so, so still when he spots a big bastard of a wolf watching him.
Big, big, bastard, pale, pale eyes and oh, hell, because that’s Ryan isn’t it?
Of course it is, couldn’t be anyone else.
Trevor sits there as Ryan pads over, careful, careful the way he’s been with Trevor all this time, and cocks his head, this whine in his throat that makes Trevor’s chest hurt.
“Well then,” Trevor says, shaky little laugh as Ryan watches him. “I guess that answers that.”
Those fuzzy memories and his mom’s laugh, playful growl as the shadow he was chasing after tumbled him over a careful paw dancing away with laughter in his eyes as Trevor struggled to right himself to retaliate.
Trevor shifts, chill in his bones because it’s been so long and he’s forgotten what it’s like going from two feet to four, the way the world comes alive around him with sharpened senses and a new set of instincts overlaid on his human ones.
Ryan whines again, bit of happiness to it as he greets the sleek little black fox blinking up at him.
Trevor’s not as graceful as Ryan because it really has been a long, long time since he was able to shift like this – hiding from his dad and then no time for it when his mom got sick and school and work and all. (Easier to deny that part of himself that face the truth of things, and this, now – scary and exhilarating and it gets in trouble, of course it does.)
Ryan coaxing him into chasing after him the way he used to when they were younger, when things were still good, and Trevor races after him.
Fucks up the timing on a jump and ends up in a pool created by the stream that feeds into the lake somewhere down the mountain from them. Slick rocks his paws scrabble against as he struggles to get out.
Not deep enough to pose a real danger but the sides are too high for him to climb or jump out of easily and he splashes around fruitlessly for a while until Ryan comes back to check on him.
Big bastard peering down at him and laughing at his predicament like an asshole before he rolls his eyes as Trevor deliberately splashes him in annoyance.
Grabs Trevor by the scruff making him go limp as he’s plucked out of the pool and gently set down a little ways away, Ryan grinning a wolfy little grin at him as Trevor shakes the water off best he can, scowling at him because it’s not his fault he’s not an insanely huge beast of a wolf, alright?
Ryan bowls him over with one of his massive paws and pulls him in close because there’s a cold wind blowing and warms Trevor right back up with his body heat and thick fur. Trevor grumbles about it, but doesn’t try to get free and it’s just.
It’s nice.
And then, you know.
Shenanigans?
The two of them getting closer, form a pack of two and Ryan trying (and failing) to keep Trevor out of the criminal life, but when it’s clear he’s not going to be deterred he makes damn sure Trevor can take care of himself.
Teaches the ins and outs of Los Santos, how to take advantage of his heritage because a little black fox can do things a bumbling human can’t. (Trevor shows talents in Thieving, and Ryan worries because of course he does. Worries the same way Trevor worries about him and anyway, they’re idiots aren’t they?)
Meet these people along the way and get pulled into the Fake AH Crew once they come on the scene, and then it’s all a disaster of the best kind.
The two of them end up buying that little cabin in the woods and go there every full moon they can to run around without worry of being discovered.
It happens at some point though, the crew finding out about them and oh what a terrifying moment that is, but of course, of course it works out even if a dog joke or two sneaks in there for a while before things go back to normal.
And then more shenanigans?
Geoff walking into the penthouse living room and there’s a fuckoff huge wolf on his couch getting fur everywhere. A little black fox snatching the last slice of pizza before darting for safety next to the wolf because God knows no one’s going to fuck with Ryan when he’s all-over furry. (Well, okay. Gavin would, but he’s an idiot, so…yes.)
prompt: werewolf!shane au, shane turns ryan into a werewolf (on accident? to save ryan’s life?? up to you!)
OOoO
The smell of blood is potent, and it makes Shane’s wolf cringe. Usually he’d be happy to smell blood, as it calls for an easy kill when the animal is already injured but this is… different. He knows that smell, it’s so distinctive and upsetting but he can’t target what it is. His primal instincts are compelling him to run towards the scent, and he soon comes to a stop. There’s a form lying on the forest floor curled in on itself. Blood is leaking from its side and Shane takes another whiff of the air. He knows that smell, because that smell is Ryan.
Shane’s fast to make his way towards the body of his boyfriend, listening for a heartbeat. It’s there, but it’s faint and he’s only moments from taking his last breath. Shane panics and refuses to even think of losing Ryan as he sinks his canines into Ryan’s neck. If a person were to see it, it would appear as though he’s ripping out Ryan’s throat, but he knows that he’ll heal soon. Shane curls around Ryan and waits for him to transform, praying he won’t hate Shane for making such a big decision on his behalf.
prompt: a continuation of that “werewolf!shane had to turn ryan into a werewolf to save him” ficlet??? ;D routes u could take this: shane feels Guilty™️; ryan’s pissed but at least he isn’t dead; ryan’s actually surprisingly fucking stoked about being a werewolf; ryan “wolfs out” right away after waking up (either out of Panic or out of... werewolf healing magic reasons) and shane has to calm him down; just.... dude. any of these work. i have SO many ideas. btw?? i love u
When Ryan awakes he feels different. There’s a warm form curled around him protectively and the sharp pain in his side had disappeared. He was still… alive? Even weirder than that, he had paws. Oh- oh fuck. The form beside him lifts it head up and Ryan feels relief that it’s Shane. The wolf’s tail moves back and forth excitedly. “Ryan! I’m talking to you through a mind-link we created when I bit you- uhhh- about that…” Shane looks guilty with soft, anxious eyes and ears pressed against his head.
“So I can just talk to you through my mind? Why am I a white wolf? Dude this is so cool, it’s like I can see and smell ten times better!” “You’re not mad?” Ryan chuckles, but it comes out as a strangled noise. Well, that’s certainly new. “Of course I’m not mad, I know I would have died. Now, show me all the cool wolf shit I can do!”
‘Honesty is the best policy’ is a rule Ryan Bergara lives by. Ironically, even his truthfulness is ignored by people. For example, Shane Madej. A skeptic of course, completely ignoring the fact that Ryan literally just told him that he was a werewolf. Shane shakes his head and laughs, “good one bud,” and carries on with his day. So, maybe Ryan was a little fed up with not being taken seriously. Like- wolf out and piss on Shane’s car type anger. Why in the hell was Ryan’s wolf so keen on pleasing Shane anyway? He was an ignorant skeptic.
But his wolf is set on being mates with Shane- and not the friendly type of ‘mate’ either. The fans aren’t wrong by saying something could fuck with Shane and he would blame the wind, or in Ryan’s case, a cat. Yes, because Ryan’s going to turn into a giant ginger cat on a full moon, me-fucking-ow. It’s not until Ryan turns up at Shane’s door, half wolfed out and growling on a full moon that Shane realises ‘oh shit- he wasn’t joking’. It takes him a solid month to process the fact that werewolves are even real, let alone that one basically admitted to wanting to bone him. The worst part is that damn, Shane kinda wants to be boned by a fuckin’ werewolf.
