All That Is Gold - FAHC Mavin

Notes: For all my GTA V/FAHC Based fics, I will alternate between Jack being female and male. I will also alternate between Jeremy and Ray being in the crew, as with the other Achievement Hunter based ones, too.

I will also make a proper cover soon, just wanted to get this out as soon as I could. ♡

Universe: GTA V

Genre: fluff/major angst

Warnings: Curse words, Major injury, Blood.

Prompt: "For the love of God, do something with that FAHC Freewood you started! But make it Mavin, 'cause Mavin is better." ~ A friend.

Word count: 3364

Summary: The Fake AH Crew go on a vacation of sorts. But, of course, you can't go on holiday as the top most wanted criminals in Los Santos, no matter where you went or how much you changrd your appearance, without stirring up trouble.

Apologies for any mistakes, and if you spot any please point them out to me.

For Elise_Hufflepuff

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"Gavin, come on. Stop 'faffing about' and get out here." Michael's crackling voice came through the earpiece and mocked the blonde from outside the Fake AH apartment, putting on a crude British accent.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming! Just—Just give me a minute!" Gavin huffed from the inside.

"Too much information."

"MICOO!" Michael chuckled, wincing a little at the volume of Gavin's indignant squawk.

The British man came jogging out of the door not long after, his golden sunglasses resting on his brow. Michael flicked them down over his eyes and flung an arm around his neck as they walked to the eight-seater parked out front, the redhead asking "Was it good?" To an exaggerated groan and a shove from Gavin as he caught the message.

"Guys, please, keep it professional," Geoff said jokingly as they slid the side door open and got in, squashing Jeremy against the other side. Gavin noticed this and spread out as much as possible, literally pushing the man's face into the window as he 'stretched', before Jeremy kicked him and he retracted his limbs with a grin.

"Sorry, Lil' J, didn't see you there."

"Was that just a short joke."

"Uh, sure!"

"I don't like you." Jeremy grabbed hold of Gavin's shoulders and pulled him into a headlock, ruffling his already-messy wheat coloured hair, a fond smile on his face. The Brit gurgled until Jeremy let go, crossing his arms behind his head and stretching his legs out in the footwell.

"Everyone ready to go?"

"Ready!" The crew simultaneously parroted back to Geoff, who was sitting shotgun next to Jack.

"Then let's go."

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"I miss Los Santos."

"We've only been here three hours, Gavin."

"Yeah, but I do. Can't I go and set something on fire or something? Geoff?"

"Absolutely not."

Gavin huffed and unpaused his game of Mario Kart, cursing as he immediately got pushed off the edge of the course by a cackling Michael.