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Reasons My Immortal is like the Iliad
  • we only know a little about the author(s)
  • weird time shenanigans
  • Gay/Bi characters (or ones that would be considered as such)
  • lots of weird names
  • both were written during a dark time in their cultures
  • the originals are now lost
  • long and loving descriptions, especially of clothes
  • important aspects are constantly repeated
  • as are some entire sections
  • people are known by multiple names

So I know a lot of people when writing Immortal AUs for the FAHC like to make Gavin Midas, and that’s totally rad! But what about Gavin who was a knight of King Arthur? Gavin who was part of the Round Table. Sir Gavin the Free that searched alongside Arthur, Galahad, Launcelot, Gawain, and others for the Holy Grail.

Gavin that gained his immortality as a “blessing” from God for completing some quest, and he threw away his knightly status when Arthur died because he knew the Round Table wouldn’t be maintained after his death.

Gavin living as a peasant for years and watching the friends he made die from the plague. Gavin who meets Jack and Geoff when he travels to France because he’s bored of England.

Imagine Gavin learning for the first time that people wrote stories about his king, that people didn’t realize Arthur was an actual person. Imagine him getting jealous over the fact that there aren’t any stories that include him and his knightly quests.

Gavin who still has all of his old knight armor and he keeps it secretly hidden in his closet because he’s worried that the others in the crew might make fun of him (even though he’s seen Jack still has her French Renaissance dresses) 

The Free

Jack had gone by many names in her time on this earth.

Originally, she was Jacqueline, a french noblewoman. After the revolution claimed the heads of her and her husband and Geoff (who, at the time, was still stumbling through immortality as a drunk after the traumatic death of his daughter Adelene) took her under his wing, she became Christiane. Follower of Christ. The highly cynical version of her that existed at the time thought it fitting, that her name should reflect God when her continued existence could only be attributed to the Devil.

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Fake AH Crew Immortality AU

Prepare for the Immortality AU dump!

Immortal AU:

  • FAHC absolutely uses their immortality for stupidity. They would absolutely blow up each others planes, and parachute drunk and forget their chute, and play the Hunger Games in the middle of a mall. 
  • They create a game called “Dare or Dare” where they have to dare one another to do something that should be impossible. The “Dare or Dare” game ended when Ryan dared Gavin to tie himself to a cement block and live underwater in a lake for a week before “forgetting” about him. Needless to say the game is now banned in the penthouse.
  • Each of them is secretly scared when someone goes missing. When they need time to recover after something stupid, or a mistake made in a heist. Those few days where they don’t hear from them. And then one day they walk through the door and are attacked with hugs and worried scolding from Jack. 
  • Ryan is the biggest offender of disappearing randomly. He gets smothered in hugs whenever he returns and likes to yell at his friends and call them idiots for being saps. He blushes under his skull mask every time.
  • During a particular heist, Jack’s com cut out and she disappeared. None of them could find her and the penthouse fell apart. No one ate or slept, looking day and night for Jack. Jack is what keeps them all in a sense of normality. Then, a week later she walks through the door and the tears of relief she receives is something she’d never seen. Jack makes sure she never goes missing again.
  • There is a concern they all share that their immortality might not last forever. Geoff wants to cry anytime one of his boys is missing for over a day.


  • Ray has only gone missing once. And that one time Ryan went insane. The penthouse wasn’t safe, no one could calm him down. So when Ray showed up after almost a month, Ryan cries. He had never cried before, never cried since, but the one time he thought Ray wasn’t coming back.
  • Turns out being blown into pieces in an explosion makes it hard to reform again.
  • Gavin and Michael constantly use their immortality, often the instigators of dumb stunts. But one does not go out without the other.
  • There is no Gavin or Michael disappearing separately. They disappear together, reform together, hands clasped tightly every time, waking up side by side, never alone.
  • Of course, they never mention that last part out loud.
The Boi

There are 106 of you now! considering I never really expected more than 10 people to pat attention, that’s amazing as a present, have an extra long installment! this babies over 2,000 words long! Happy Reading! (Also the Blue Sickness was one of the names for the Black Death when it was happening) 

Michael hadn’t always been an angry person.

To be fair, life had set him up that way. He was a poor young lad in the mountains of Scotland, with too many younger siblings, brought into this world by a mother and father who never stopped trying to make their children’s lives better, even though they were well aware they would never reach their goal. It was unfair, it was cruel, and he was intimately familiar with the feeling of starving enough to be in agony but not enough to die. He should’ve been angry at everything back then, but he had too much love in his heart for that. He never minded when that nights bread went to his younger siblings and he drank only water with his parents. They needed it more than he did, and he would always prefer the piercing pain of hunger to the tortuous sound of his poor baby siblings cries.

When the Blue Sickness came a knocking and he was the unlucky one who answered the door, his only thought was that he was grateful it was him and not the other members of his family. He died three days after the first ring appeared under his arm, and he thanked the great God above that his death was quick, and that his family wasn’t forced to watch him die for weeks, as some others were.

He was no longer thanking him when he woke in a mass grave.

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There's not enough stuff about Midas!Gavin so I'm gonna add this:

Once upon a time, he had everything.

He had a rich kingdom, a luxurious life, and a beloved daughter who meant the world to him. He could’ve lived and died like everyone else in his kingdom a happy man, surrounded by his gold and with his daughter by his side to leave everything to, his late wife waiting for him with open arms beyond his final breath.

When a satyr bearing the insignia of Dionysius found himself in the royal garden, he invited him to stay until his master came for him. In gratitude, Dionysius granted him one wish, and he wished for everything he touched to turn to gold. And so began his curse.

He was elated with his gift, until he turned his beloved daughter to gold and discovered he could no longer eat or drink. He lay in his bed, heart heavy with guilt over his daughter, waiting to die of hunger and thirst.

One day.

Two days.

A month.

A year.

His death never came.

Dionysius explained to him in a dream that he would not die until he proved to the gods he had left his greed behind.

So he left his golden bed, and his golden castle, and his golden kingdom, and he never looked back at the wretched color his daughter had become.

Oh, how he hated gold.

He lived in pure agony for almost 1,000 years, always hungry but never able to eat, surrounded by the thing he hated most of all. When gloves were invented he nearly wept with the prospect of being able to eat and have control over what his golden touch.

His throat had gone dry from lack of water, his skin hung off his bones from lack of food. He took a knife to his wrists everyday, hoping against hope that the gods would finally find him worthy to die.

The first time he tasted a grape in a millennium he did actually cry, but only after he drank enough water to make himself sick.

He learned to speak again, he learned to eat again, he learned to live again. Gloves were the best thing that had ever happened to him, behind his daughter.

Around 600 years later he was in England, exploring the world while he tried to prove himself worthy. He came across a woman in the street. Her red hair reminded him of his own daughters copper locks that she had received from his mother. She was skin and bones as he had been. He couldn’t just leave her. He took off his gloves, pulled some coins out of his pockets, and gave her enough gold to last a lifetime.

He hadn’t counted in someone seeing it.

He and the girl burned together. She told him her name on her last breath: Gavinia.

In memory of her, he chose the name Gavin, and kept that name forever.

He met the fakes at the dawn of the 21st century. Geoff, who died in the 1200’s of disease. Jack, a noblewoman from the French Revolution who reminded him of his mother. Ryan, a gladiator from the Roman Empire. Ray, who died as an Aztec sacrifice. And Michael, who died in Scotland of the Black Plague. Gavin told them he died in the 1500’s in a witch burning, and became the little brother of the group.

He wondered what they’d say if they discovered he was the oldest of them all.

They thought he was young. They thought he loved gold enough to surround himself in it. They all assumed he was a germaphobe because of his gloves and hesitance to touch anyone.

Wrong on all accounts.

He became the hacker, never out in the field, helping from afar. As far away from the danger as he could possibly be, and in as little danger of being discovered as he could be.

They gave him golden presents, and he acted like he lived them all the while trying to figure out how to tell them he hated gold with everything he had in a way that made sense.

He was Midas, the Golden King.

He was Gavin, the Golden Heir.

Oh, how he hated gold.

Immortal FAHC headcannons

Each member of the team is immortal, but it goes beyond that. Their immortality is just a secondary bonus compared to the main power they got when they respawned the first time. Each one is different.

Geoff –
He can turn any liquid into alcohol. Hand him a coke, he’s drinking whiskey. Orange juice turns into moonshine. It’s cool to watch, because it swirls without being stirred, then is suddenly perfectly clear. But it’s more than just drinking though. He’s turned water bottles into a Molotov cocktail. Ever try to run a truck when it’s only Everclear in the tank? It doesn’t work well.

But there is a dark secret to this power, and he only does it when he is pissed off. He can turn the bloodstream into alcohol as well. It kills quickly, not instantly, but quickly and it’s painful. It’s even more painful if Geoff decides to set them on fire. And he can do it not only with blood, but with any human fluid. Snot, piss, spit, tears, all of it.

He doesn’t let himself torture people anymore.

Jack –
Jack shapeshifts. She can turn into any animal that she’s seen (and she spent a decade on safaris just to expand her horizons). She can also change her human form, but she only has two shapes for some reason, her cute red-headed female form and a large male form with an impressive beard. She likes her bearded form for driving to heists and when the boys get into the car, she’s back to her female form, tearing down the roads like a crazy person.

She has also spent entire days curled up in a sunbeam as a ginger Mancoon cat. She has sat in Ryan’s lap as a dog. She enjoy spending time in various animal forms in the apartment, just to surprise or comfort her boys.

She also tore an entire rival gang apart as a bear because Michael bet her $1000 she couldn’t. She hasn’t done it again and doesn’t talk about it much, mainly because that bestial rage is a little more addicting than she wants to think about.

Gavin –
Gavin spent the first fifty years of his immortality thinking he didn’t have a power. He thought he was broken. Then the industrial revolution happened, and suddenly it all made sense. Gavin’s power was with machinery and technology.

He can make anything work. Computers are like an extension of himself, and they do his bidding. He spends hours in front of a screen every day, perfecting and playing, hacking into things that he shouldn’t. He’s coaxed information out of the most secure databases on the planet.

For some reason, it doesn’t extend to video games. Michael and Ray beat him on a daily basis without trying. Gavin just cannot convince games to do what he wants, and he always loses.

Ray –
Ray doesn’t miss. It’s physically impossible for him to miss now. It doesn’t matter what he’s got, once a projectile leaves his hand, it hits what he’s aiming at. Even if he isn’t really aiming, it’ll hit the target. He can’t miss.

He wins extra cash off of dart games when he’s running low. He wins carnival games when the guys drag him out to them. He always ends up getting banned at some point in the evening. He likes making random bets with Gavin, mainly because he knows he’ll win.

“Bet you I can hit the dumpster on the other side of the building.” And ping, somehow ricocheting off three buildings, a car and a freaking phone line, the bullet goes straight through the dumpster.

Jeremy –
He shrinks. It’s part of the reason why he’s an infiltration expert. He can shrink down to any size he wants and can go anywhere. He used to hate it, used to hate the fact that he was smaller than everyone else, but he finally came to just accept it.

It’s when he joins the Fakes, and Michael jokingly yells “Lil’ J!” as he shrinks down to get on the other side of a door, that Jeremy starts actually liking his ability. Every team name is a short joke, and he goes along with it, finding the humor in it.

He keeps getting dragged into stupid pranks too. He’s lost count of how many times he’s been asked to shrink down and infiltrate Gavin’s room jut to move everything three inches to the left.

Ryan –

There is reason behind the mask and the face paint. He started wearing something like it a long time ago, when he finally realized what his power was. He is ridiculously charming. He can convince anyone to day anything with a just a wink and a smile. He’s conned people out of their livelihoods before, just to see if he could do it. He was a real vagabond for a very long time, knowing that he could always get food with just a grin.

There are people who are naturally immune to it though. Geoff proved to be one, as did Jack, much to Ryan’s relief. It was part of the reason why Ryan decided to join the Fakes. Being exposed to it for a while can also help build up an immunity too, though it fades if Ryan’s gone for a while. That’s why Ryan was one of the Lad’s favorite people in the beginning.

Michael –
He is naturally angry, always has been, and that anger translates into his power. He gets stronger the angrier he is, almost like the Hulk. It’s a gradual thing, where he starts off small and happy, but as he gets more and more pissed, he starts to be able to throw things that’s beyond human comprehension.

It goes further than that too. He also becomes impervious to damage the angrier he gets. Not particularly useful one would think since he’s already immortal, but it’s gotten him out of hot water before. Pissed off and swinging a shotgun like a sword, he’s been shot at with a minigun and shrugged it off like it wasn’t even a bee sting. He’s gotten high on rage and walked through a mine field just to see if he was in one piece on the other side. He was.

He has to be careful in the apartment though. He once got angry at a video game and threw a controller at a television. The controller went through the Tv, the wall, and shot off into the sky where it hit a passing helicopter. It went straight through the cockpit, killing the pilot instantly. The helicopter crashed in the middle of the interstate, causing one of the worst pile-ups Los Santos had ever seen.

Geoff screamed himself hoarse over the television.

Here’s a riddle for you.
If you slaughter the flock and I slit the shepherd’s throat,
Which one of us is the wolf?

If I take a bullet to the chest on a Tuesday night
And no one is around to hear me fall,
Am I really dead?

If I die but I don’t die,
And a muzzle loaded with fangs is just as dangerous as a muzzleloader,
Where do you fit into all this?

Do you have an answer?

If you shoot me in the chest on a Tuesday night
And neither of us dies,
Does it really matter?

After all, let’s be honest,
If I poured the gasoline and you lit the match
We would both make the news.


Soul-crushing X Files season 11 concept: Scully sacrifices her immortality to save Mulder’s life

Room Service


So I neglected to mention that my new flat is above a local tavern, which has been generous enough to offer a free breakfast every morning… Free here means that the school is paying all expenses while I stay here, so hell yeah I’m getting breakfast delivered to my door everyday…….

Now here is my moral dilemma. Say, hypothetically, somebody was to wait until their usual lodging was freed up, only to release more gnomes back into it so they could go back to living in the magical world of free breakfast… Would that be immortal?

Followup question, where does one purchase gnomes? 

Is there a fic where Bucky is immortal (or close to it) and meets Steve during the war? They flirt, maybe have a short affair, but Bucky isn’t interesting in committing to someone - especially during war time - who could die some day (soon). War is fun for short affairs. He finds Steve beautiful and fascinating, though.  Thinks of him sometimes after the plane goes down. 

He doesn’t like the longing and regret it causes, because that’s what he’d been trying to avoid the whole time.  And maybe he became a little too attached to Steve.  Maybe he let himself think that Steve wasn’t as easy to kill as he turned out to be after witnessing Steve survive a bullet wound that would have killed anyone else within moments.

Almost 70 years go by.

Then it’s 2011 and Captain America is trending on Twitter.  Bucky’s not in America, so he assumes someone else was found to step into those big shoes and doesn’t pay it much attention. Doesn’t search out information.  

Steve finds him, instead.  Not deliberately. Bucky is walking down the street one day and turns a corner and comes face to face with Steve Rogers, and he’s just as beautiful and arresting as he was the first moment Bucky saw him on the battlefield in Europe, even in a terrible ball cap and hoodie.

And Steve is shocked to see him.

“Hello, Steve,” Bucky says, and can’t help but smile that flirtatious, dirty smirk that got Steve into his bed in the first place. 

“Bucky,” Steve breathes, and oh it’s been a long time since someone has used that name.  Bucky is filled with inexplicable fondness for the man in front of him, had forgotten the sound of his voice and the true shape of his mouth, and he thinks that if surviving on ice for 70 years passes a few of Bucky’s tests. “You look good for someone who should be dead,” Steve continues.

And oh. Right. Bucky had forgotten about what that mouth was capable of.  “So do you,” he answers, deliberately dragging his eyes down Steve’s body.

(and yeah I got carried away) (not sorry)

Part 7: The Mercenary

Gavin loathed The Mercenary from the moment he met it.

The Honorless Mercenary. The Ruthless Killer. The thing wasn’t so much immortal as it was undead, a corpse with enough of itself left that had yet to decay to function. It had no soul, it had no heart, no empathy. It was the kind of thing Gavin used to pray to Aphrodite that his daughter would never be wed to. When he heard it’s story, it suddenly made sense.

He was a Roman.

A dirty, thieving, Roman.

Gavin had been long “dead” when the Romans came, but that didn’t make him hate them any less. His beautiful society, his holy gods, had been stolen and remade by them. The Athena Parthenos, a treasure of all of Greece, had been taken Olympus knows where. Yes, there were few people he absolutely hated as much as he hated those from that accursed Rome.

If his initial dislike of Geoff could be called hatred, than there wasn’t a word in any language he knew that could describe what he felt for the Roman.

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When the Crew first met each other, they all sat at a bar and told stories of how they died. They laughed over drinks as Gavin told of his trip on the Nina, on the voyage across the sea to the new world and how he died when a broken beam fell on his head. Geoff told about how he died, the only casualty of the Boston Tea Party. He had gotten into a scuffle with another protester over an expensive bottle of whiskey they had found while grabbing boxes of tea. Jack talked about how the Spanish Inquisition had broken down her door, dubbing her a witch and burning her when in reality she was just someone who sheltered a young boy from the same group. Michael was the youngest, having died in the second World War due to mustard gas inhalation. Ryan acted smug when he spoke about dying in a Viking raid, taking an arrow to the chest as he broke down the door to a blacksmith’s house. They all blanched however when Ray set his glass down. He clasped his hands as he leaned forward onto the table.

“I want you to guess.” he smirked, looking them all in the eyes. “2002. Shopping cart accident.” Gavin laughed as Ray shook his head. “1972. Blazed too hard” Michael grinned. “Farther back.” Ray said as he sipped his drink. The Gents decided to jump centuries with their guesses. “I want to say 1800, that Earthquake in Missouri.” Jack guessed. Ray laughed at that. “Why the fuck would I be in Missouri in the 1800’s?” he said as Jack grinned. Ryan tapped his knuckles against the table, deep in thought. He looked Ray in the eye, trying to gauge him. Draining his drink, Geoff sighed. “Are you older than America?” he asked as he set the glass down. Ray nodded and called the waitress over for another bottle of water. Scowling, Geoff held his glass out too. “Older than Shakespeare?” Jack asked, shocked as he nodded in confirmation “Khan?” Ryan rumbled, eyes widening as Ray dipped his head again. “Dude, did you meet Jesus?” Michael leaned across the table, fingering his cross necklace. “Man, I’m older than Jesus. Older than the pyramids in Egypt.” He sat back smugly. “I’ve done it all”


p>They kept guessing throughout the night, Geoff guessing a few years before Jesus, smashing his glass when he was told he was incorrect. Ryan finally guessed the closest. “Mesopotamia.” he stared Ray down as he nodded. He was thousands of years older than the rest of them. “I’m one of the original BrownMen” he laughed.

Love You Till the End of Time

Summary: Female Reader is a secret sniper, shadowing the FAHC. What happens when they start dating Ryan without either of them knowing the others secret lives? Also reader and the Fake AH Crew are immortal.

Warnings: sex, talk of murder/actual murder (no gore), swearing.. 

Author’s note: I’ve had this written for a while, I just had to get around to posting it, and figuring how to get the thing that says, ‘keep reading’ because this is a long one. Also Jack is trans in this, and Ray is only in this slightly. Also 10pts. if you catch my Geoff IRL joke, and 14overated pts. if you catch the RVB joke.. :) 

Chapters: 7 - Completed.  

Chapter 1

You were on the roof of a building, staking out the Fake AH. You weren’t there to make any hits, you were just there to cover them. Whether they knew it or not didn’t matter. You were currently following BM Vagabond through your scope, just watching him make a deal with a guy he was talking to. You were too far away from them to get spotted, but your scope had a long enough zoom to be able to see them fine.

You were always intrigued by The Mad King, BM Vagabond, The Mad Mercenary. You’d never seen him without his mask, but you imagined he was handsome. Which if he did take his mask off it would throw people for a loop. Talk on the street was that he wore it to protect his face and shield a scar or some other thing that made his face almost grotesque. But you thought he was handsome, even with the mask on.

By day you were an artist, painting the macabre. It’s a wonder no one ever questioned you. By night you were a sniper. Also side note was that fact that you were immortal, or else you wouldn’t be doing this right now. You would be trying to lead the simplest of lives, but you couldn’t die and it helped when you lived in Los Santos. You listened to your ear piece, having hacked into their frequency. It meant you could hear them but they couldn’t hear you. You silently watched the Vagabond, walk back and forth with the guy. You could see the guy getting impatient and you knew he wasn’t gonna go for it.

You aimed you scope at his head, ready to take him out. You didn’t pull the trigger though, instead you clipped on your red laser beam, and waited for the crew to say something. It was just the Mad King in the room with the guy but you knew Geoff and Jack were somewhere around there, as well as Michael. You still didn’t know Vagabond’s first name, you just knew him by his many street names but you’d always been intrigued with him and the crew.

You figured since you couldn’t see Gavino, he was probably running security and on comms. You slowly exhaled a breath as you heard Vagabond’s voice through your ear piece, “Listen here, you’re gonna take this deal or you’re going down.” He said, his voice icy. You couldn’t hear what the other guy said but then you watched him pull out his gun. He pointed it at the Mad King and you almost felt bad for him. There’s no way he’s gonna live to carry out his action.

You heard Geoff on the ear piece, “You need us to come in?” When you didn’t hear him respond you figured it was a no, as he was currently in a staring match with the guy who held him a gun point. You moved your scope up above Mad King, to see Geoff in the windowed room with his gun drawn, waiting.

You moved back down to focus on the man in front of Mad King when you heard him say, “You really don’t want to do this.” You smirked, that’s what you were waiting for. The guy in front of Mad King tilted his head and cocked his gun. You flicked on your red beam and aimed it at his gun and traveled it slowly down his hand and stopped at his heart. The guy started shaking and looking all around but the Vagabond didn’t move at all. “Damn he’s got a good poker face.” You muttered. The guy dropped his grip on the gun and Vagabond stepped in, taking it from him. He pistol whipped the guy out cold and you shut off your beam. You saw Vagabond turn towards where he thought it came from and he spoke clearly through his ear piece. “Geoff, did you?” “No man, it’s not us.” “Well whoever they are, we should send them a gift basket.” You heard Geoff laugh at this, “Yeah, we should.”

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