Shade Jay Here

(im sure you wanted more comfort and less hurt but i couldn't help myself. also small author's note: at some point @sorcererinslytherin and i made sarah the Fakes on-call doctor and I liked that headcanon so much I mentioned it in here haha. anyway, hope you enjoy!)

“How’s he doing?” Matt’s voice murmurs from the doorway, getting Jeremy to glance back. The deep exhaustion is seen in the sag of their shoulders, the darkening bags under their eyes. Yet they still aren't sleeping. Not that Matt blames them, he hasn’t slept yet either.

“You know Michael,” Jeremy murmurs, looking back to the bed they are sitting by. Michael was fast asleep, breath steady but body stilled by sedatives and painkillers. He has bandages wrapped around his abdomen, the third set as the others stained too red too fast. Bruises and scrapes littered up the rest of his body, hiding all the old gnarled scars that at least they were familiar with. Michael isn’t alone in the bed, Gavin pressed into his good side. Curled around his boi as tight as he could without hurting him. His eyes are closed, but he shifts as Matt speaks so he knows he isn’t fully asleep. “Takes a lot more than a knife wound to knock him out. And Sarah said it wasn’t too deep. Just gonna hurt like a bitch for a while.”

(Went with generic fahc au with hybrids. Just their usual chaos haha. Had fun writing this, so thank you so much for the prompt!!)

“Get back here, you piece of shit!”

Michael’s shout echoes throughout the whole penthouse, loud footsteps vibrating the floors as they chase through the house. Gavin only laughs, wings flapping as he flies over the couch and coffee table. Ruffle feathers nearly collide with Jack as she steps into the room, brushing past her on a quick turn. Gavin clutches a t-shirt in hand, matching Michael’s lack of one as he dashes around shirtless. Michael’s tail flicks, ears pressed back, as he vaults over the couch after him. Michael’s sharp teeth show in his hissing, claws swiping towards Gavin, but the other flies just out of his reach.

(Didn't really make it that shippy, sorry. But you can read it any way!)

Jack can only sigh as she sees the light leaking from the office door as she’s up for a 2 am snack. She knows Matt hasn’t slept yet and she doubts he’s eaten much either. After grabbing a sandwich and a glass of water, she knocks on the office door before stepping in.

Matt hardly even looks up, typing away at whatever job he was working on. Whatever new project that has taken his full attention. “Matt,” Jack says softly to not startle him as she presses inside.

Matt jumps anyway, spinning in his chair before letting out a long breath. “Fucking hell Jack. Don’t fucking do that.”

((so uh. remember how I said that my prompt fills would be around 1000 words? and no more than 2000? Well this ended up at nearly 3400.... To be fair the reason for that is because this is essentially 6 minifics in one. Also made this OT7 for @somuchspoopyness (i hope u dont mind if i count this as your prompt fill too? if not tell me and i’ll do something separate for yours)))

Geoff (And Ryan):

Geoff grumbles under his breath, crumbling the papers into a ball. Nothing was working. Nothing was fitting together. There were too many holes in the plans, too many things not being timed at the right times. People falling through, plans falling through. Nothing was working.

Geoff was frustrated. Geoff was really fucking frustrated.

And so was Ryan. Forced to help Geoff, he was getting more and more agitated both from the planning and from Geoff’s own frustration.

Geoff tries to pace the room, tries to get rid of the frustrated energy but it wasn’t working. If anything, it was making it worse and he needed a release and he needed it now.

And then Geoff turns to Ryan and Ryan gulps because there’s that look in his eye and Ryan knows exactly where this is going to go.

Geoff lowers his head, points his horns right at Ryan, and surges forward.