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astronamies-void · 4 years

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Mavin AU #1 (Amie’s AU’s)

Cute AU, they could be together or they could be just really close friends! Or on the verge of something more

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There is a huge celestial event happening tonight that Gavin really wants to see. He begs everyone in the office to join him but everyone has their excuses (Already have plans, I got kids, I don’t want to, etc). He is bummed out because he really doesn’t want to sit in a big empty dark field alone with a telescope, his camera, and no one else.

He is starting to accept the fact that he’ll be going solo, that is until lunch time rolls around and in walks his Saving Grace: Michael.

Immediately Gavin is on him asking if he wants to join him, but in typical Gavin fashion he says so without actually saying what it is he wants Michael to do.

“Gav, slow down. Start again, what are you wanting to do??”

“Sorry, I’m asking if you want to join me tonight as I try to photograph the comet passing by tonight. It will be absolutely incredible, because there will also be a meteor shower.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Michael laughs, and Gavin reacts expectedly.

“What! No! I’m not. I just- I’m- I want you to”

“Come with you to a dark place that’s only lit up by the twinkling stars above? Where it will also be cold and we’ll have no choice but to huddle close to share our body heat? Or better yet a blanket between the two of us because your dumbass would only bring one? I dunno Gav, sounds pretty romantic to me”

“Michael please! I have asked literally everyone else in the office, hell in the bloody company! You’re my last hope”

“I’m not even your first choice?! Way to woo a guy, Gav”

“You just weren’t here. You know you’re always my first choice, boi! It’s you and me versus the world, or in this case the celestial happenings that won’t happen again for another Six Thousand years!”

“Okay fine.” Michael says after a beat of silence. Gavin squeals and actually begins jumping in place. Michael laughs and shakes his head.

“But I swear if this is a ploy to Murder me or seduce me I will never forgive you”

“Michael I would never!”

“I can literally see you crossing your fingers!”

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That night Michael picks Gavin up and his ridiculous amount of things. He is surprised by how much equipment stargazing needs. In the movies all they had was a blanket and a thermos of Hot Chocolate.

They load Michael’s car with all the things then head out to Gavin’s predetermined location. It’s a large dark field that conveniently has an incline in the centre which is perfect for their set up. Michael drives as close as he can then helps Gavin carry everything to their spot.

Once everything is in place Michael settles in while Gavin immediately gets to work with locating the comet, and setting up his camera. Michael lays back and watches the stars above, he is amazed by how many there are compared to in the heat of the city. Gavin explained on the way that it’s due to light pollution.

“Michael come look!” Gavin yells excitedly.

Michael gets up to check out what Gavin wants him to. He has him look in the telescope, which he does, and he sees a black background with a very bright star in the centre, there seems to be dust or something flying off it.

“There she is, in all her comet beauty” gavin tells him.

Michael has to admit it’s really cool actually. Gavin is just buzzing with excitement, and Michael again has to admit to himself that he loves seeing Gavin so happy and passionate about things.

He sits back on the blanket and lays down to look back up at the sky.

“Whoa hey Gav what’s happening up there?” He asks. Gavin looks and gets excited again.

He immediately lays down to Michael, who notices how close Gavin actually is.

“That’s the meteor shower! They’re basically a bunch of tiny comets flying above us. They’re much closer to Earth which is why they go so quick. They’re made of tiny meteors, or meteorites.”

“You really know your stuff, huh?”

“Yeah, back home when I was a kid Mum and Dad would always bring me and my siblings to view astronomical events. We always had so much fun.”

Michael just listens in Aweh, he doesn’t know what’s come over him. Probably the obvious romantic vibe he mentioned back at the office. He finds himself looking at Gavin instead of the stars when he talks about his childhood. Only the outline of his face, and his eyes, can be seen under the tiny lights above.

They lay there for a while watching the stars above. Gavin is in Aweh, and Michael is too but he’s not sure exactly if it’s at the stars or his companion.

Gavin jumps up a bit later when he realizes he hadn’t taken any photos yet. Michael laughs and watches him hurridley capture the moments above.

The ending could go two ways.

Either they have a lovely evening and go home, Gavin gets a lot of good photos to sort through while Michael has some thought and feelings to sort through himself.

After taking some photos Gavin decides to sit back down on the blanket to watch the sky next to his Boi. Michael again is very aware of how close Gavin is.

“Isn’t it just breathtaking, Michael?”

“Yeah, it is” He replies, but instead of the sky he is looking at Gavin.

Gavin glances at him and catches Michael staring at him. They both look away and back at the stars.

“I’m glad you asked me to come, Gav. Even if I was your 800th choice.” He laughs.

Gavin nudges him and says, “I told you! You’re always my first choice, boi.”

“I know, and you’re always mine” He smiles and glances at Gavin again, who is actually already looking at him.

They stare at each other for several moment, the stars above forgotten.

“The stars really are beautiful,” Michael mutters.

“Yeah, they are...” Gavin agrees, still staring into Michael’s eyes.

“Maybe we should get back to looking at them...”

“Probably”

Gavin licks his lips, Michael’s eyes lower and sees that, he mirrors the action.

“Gav, I...”

“Yeah?”

“I...” Then Michael leans forward and Gavin does the same. They meet and their Leila press against each other in the sweetest kiss.

If anyone takes this prompt the rest is up to you😌✨

#mavin #AmiesAUs #AmiesAHAUs #AmiesMavinAUs #mavin au #michael and gavin #mavin fanfiction #au #galileojoneswrites #achievement hunter fanfiction #mavin fics #michael jones #gavin free #achievement hunter #ah #tnd #team nice dynamite

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sorcererinthestars · 2 years

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A Christmas in Deep Space

A very merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! This prompt was written in tandem with the @rtwritingcommunity and their Secret Santa writing exchange! I really am grateful for them, because it gets me to write these days when life is insane. This was written for @tallowandport and I hope they enjoy!

Summary: Human Gavin teaches his alien friends the meaning of Christmas. Chaos ensues. AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35809723

“You do... what now?” The confusion that radiated through Geoff’s voice was enough to make Gavin snort as he rummages around in a big pile of Michael’s discarded tools until he found another knut to string on a spare piece of chain. “Hang ornaments on a tree! To make a Christmas tree, Geoffrey, it’s not that weird. Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t have Christmas on Sorola-6.”

Geoff wrinkles his nose as he looks at the decorations their resident human had tried to string up around the ship. Ever since Gavin realized at their last pitstop that it would be early December on Earth-That-Was, he had been dragging them all into what he called ‘Christmas Festivities’ - or rather, whatever version of that he could make do with on the Achieve.

There wasn’t exactly trees in space. Honestly, there were hardly enough trees on the hastily-terraformed planets in the back abyss, which was where they had been spending most of their time. Almost every planet did have some sort of celebration for the coming of the dark and cold, but humans, as Geoff had discovered, tended to make theirs cheery instead of the omnious settling-in of the cold and dark. Gavin had explained to the whole crew that this was (apparently) all to celebrate the birth of some god-child that some of the humans back on Earth-That-Was worship.

Jack, their navigator and human-enthusiast despite living the farthest out on the reaches of the universe most of his life, was quick to point out it was stolen from the ‘pagans’ that Earth-That-Was had and Gavin had just sort of waved his hand around like a broken flap. “Yeah, yeah,” he had said quick. “No one really cares about all that faff now anyways, right? We just wanna have a Christmas tree and open presents and sing carols and make cookies and put up LIGHTS!”

Michael had been the one to point out to Gavin - as gently as two lovers do, so shouting at him - that they already had lights and if he tested the electrical system again so help him, god...

Four days and two hundred solar leagues later, Geoff’s poor, poor ship was now adorned with hundreds of bits of the solar flares, which Gavin had painstakingly disassembled and poked at until they each glowed with an eerie red light. Alfredo, whose race could hover (not fly, as he reminded them), was set to work drifting towards the ceiling of the crew quarters and cargo bay until the whole ship was a kind of sickening red color. Jeremy, with his strength, followed along with boxes of machinery scraps that kind of glittered. Combined, they had a red-tinged ship with small flashes of metal. Michael had almost blown a gasket when he saw, but a few kisses from their enthusiastic human had been enough to - mainly - keep him at bay. But his face was green with frustration for days.

After that came the cookies. They were too far out to fetch any ingredients, now deep, deep into space. Trevor and Lindsay were roped into helping with this, working with the replicator and the food paste that was digestible by the variety of species on Geoff’s humble vessel until it looked... frighteningly... like little people. And snowflakes, although Gavin was the only one who had ever really seen snow that looked so geometric.

They didn’t have frosting, so Gavin melted down protein bars and kind of ... smeared the little humanoid figures in the brown paste until they were covered. Gleefully, he raced around the ship until everyone had taken one. Ky was really the only one that humored him, but she always tended to play along.

She didn’t show Gavin that she spit it out after his back turned. Whatever digestive systems humans had must be stronger than hers, because fuck, that shit was nasty....

The thing was, Gavin was happy. He’d only been on the ship about eight months, since they had rescued him from a slaving operation running out of one of the dark planets. He had told them, reluctantly, that he had been snatched from one of the few bastions of human life still existing on Earth-That-Was, in the bits of land not swallowed by the rising sea. He wasn’t meant for space, that’s for damn sure. He was a con-man, a good little thief, though. So Geoff had kept him on instead of abandoning him to life on a hardly-terraformed rock.

When Gavin and Michael immediately hit it off (when they weren’t shouting at each other) and Jeremy had stumbled upon them shagging in their bunk, well. The Human could stay until he wanted to leave. Besides, Geoff was growing quite fond of him.

How sex worked between a human and an alien from hundreds of thousands of solar leagues away, Geoff wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to pry.

After the cookie thing came their current situation, where Geoff was currently trying to help Gavin cover a coat rack in fraying wire, knuts and bolts draped onto chain, and other shiny do-dads. “It’s supposed to be a tree, Geoffrey,” Gavin insists again before sighing and dropping his hands to his waist. “I know it’s not exactly the same, but ...”

“Hey,” Geoff says quietly, sighing and pulling Gavin away from his ‘tree’ for a moment. “It’s good. It’s - uh. Festive.”

“It’s not, though,” Gavin sighs, shaking his head. “I’ve really arsed it. I can’t do anything right, not even give you guys a good Christmas.” His face falls and he plops down to the ground, looking up at the decorated coat rack. “I just...”

Geoff sits down next to him and studies him, seeing the sadness and frustration coil in Gavin like he was looking at an infrared camera. “Talk to me.”

Gavin slams his palms down on the ground and lets out a long sigh. “You all saved me, took me in, and I just -- Christmas is about family, yeah? It’s the whole bloody point. Family, found or blood, but its about sayin’ thanks and giving a faff about one another. And I wanted to do that here, with you guys. As- you know, since you’re ...” He trails off into a mumble.

Geoff watches the emotions coil and then smiles a bit, squeezing Gavin’s shoulder. “You make us happy. You don’t have to have a coat rack covered in glitter to do that.”

Gavin brushes his leakage off his cheeks - why did humans get wet when they felt emotions? Geoff would never understand - and leans closer into a hug. Geoff holds him tight. “Come on. You said we had to put presents under this ‘tree’, right?”

Immediately, Geoff sees the blue and green of Gavin’s body spike red and yellow and orange as excitement and happiness and warmth bloom through him. “Yeah!! Yeah, presents!”

He’s turning away from the tree when he nearly collides with another person coming up the corridor from the crew lounge. Matt, holding a big pile of boxes? All of them seemed to be painted strange garish colors, or wrapped in blankets from the crew quarters, or shoved into a pillowcase, or ... something.

Matt goes one way, the boxes go the other, and Gavin flies backwards with a squawk. It’s only Geoff’s reflexes that manage to keep things from shattering, helping to stabilize them. Matt, looking unphased in only the way a member of his species can, just nods. “Hey, man. These are our presents for the, uh - was it Secret Sinbad? The thing you had us do.”

“Santa,” Gavin says, but water is bubbling up in his eyes and he starts leaking again a bit. “Myatt....,” he whines, “you didn’t have to do that!”

“You ...” He glances at Geoff with a confused look. “But you literally said we did, though, so...” But he’s cut off by Gavin jumping, spiderlike, onto his front and clinging to him in a hug. “Thank you Matt Bragg!”

Geoff shakes his head. “Tell everyone to gather in the kitchen at 20:00hours, we’ll unwrap... presents then.” He still didn’t quite understand the significance, but if this would put an end to his ship constantly blinking with strange lights, well. He’d do whatever it takes. Oh. And to make Gavin happy too, he supposed. For a Dread Pirate, he certainly was getting to be soft in his old age... *** Michael runs his thumb gently over Gavin’s hand as they sit and wait for the others to arrive. The coat-rack is covered in his equipment, but he had restrained himself from getting explosively angry due to the smile on Gavin’s face. He had been particuarly gloomy for a few weeks before this, but this ‘Christmas’ nonsense had helped. Honestly, it had stopped them all going a bit stir-crazy in deep space, so whatever worked.

The kitchen was pulsing a bunch of strange colors when they all arrived, which was what happened when you told The Achieve she was about to hit something in the middle of space where nothing was around. Her sensors were going haywire, but hey... it did give them the ambiance they wanted once Alfredo disabled the shrieking alarms.

There is quickly a pile of various wrapped goodies under the coat-rack Christmas tree as everyone joins. It’s not often the whole crew gathers together at once anymore and Michael does feel a burst of fondness to see them all. Not one of them is from the same planet or the same species, but they’re all here. Their fucked up little family.

Before the presents can be handed out, Gavin shakily stands. “I just - uh.” He’s red. Humans liked to show off their blood when they got awkward. It was a strange evolutionary thing they did. “Thanks. Guys. For all of this. Christmas is always fun and it’s really not about some god-kid or a man in a big red suit..” “Who breaks and enters!” Jeremy pipes up until Trevor shushes him. “who breaks and enters, yeah,” Gavin says with a laugh. “It’s just about family. And you guys brought me into yours. So... thanks.” The resounding whoops and hollers are enough to make Gavin’s blood show under his skin again, and Michael yanks him down to kiss his cheek. “Gimme a fucking gift,” he says after a moment. “I want whatever someones’ got!” In the end, because they weren’t able to dock to prep for this event, the gifts are... unique. They range from personal artifacts exchanged, weapons given, and even coupons for dish duty trade and night watch avoidance. It’s dumb and Geoff almost blacks out from the amount of emotion coming from them all at once point, but it’s warm. It’s family. And as Lindsay and Ky direct them to the big table, there is one more big surprise. Ten fat, juicy strawberries. Everyone’s eyes nearly bug out. “How...,” Geoff mutters. “I bought a small incubator last time we were at port,” Lindsay says a bit awkwardly. “It’s in my chamber. I was hoping to grow some fresh food for Ky and I, but when Gavin said to share... I kind of maxed out the grow rate. Happy holidays?” Among cheers, they all sit down to eat. Michael leans over to Gavin and gently exchanges a soft kiss. “Good job, boi.” Gavin can’t stop smiling. “Thanks. Merry Christmas, Michael.” “Merry Christmas, Gav.”

#rtah #ragehappy #mavin #space fic #christmas fic #rt secret santa #rt writing community #my writing

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afeatherinthewind · 3 years

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just imagining how much clout I could get from taking an old highly rated orphaned mavin fic and just replacing the names Michael and Gavin with Dream and George

#mavin #dnf #dreamnotfound #some of those mavin fics were so damn good lol #it's a very similar dynamic

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heisttheblackflag · 11 months

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I’ve been on a huge vintage mavin kick so if you have video or fic links/recs please send them my way

#I think it might be a way of coping w my current horrors tm #but also I was like what if I get really into mavin as a joke a couple months ago and it is no longer a joke #anyway hmu here or on discord lol pls I need more content #I’m watching all the old playps and I may watch old rage quit but if anyone has suggestions I’m all ears #mavin

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everamazingfe · 3 years

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Magic in the Mundane

Fic Summary: Everyone had something special about them, their own personal bit of magic. Most found out about their abilities early, but Gavin had always been a bit of a late bloomer. Luckily, Michael comes by to help him put the pieces together.

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Words in this chapter: 5521 Pairings: Gavin Free/Michael Jones Warnings for this chapter: None

Notes: Written for Kait (@uy8hg) for the RT Writer’s Discord Secret Sunshine event! All of her prompts were amazing and I spent far too long trying to decide between them, but I'm so glad that I decided to go with this one because it was so much fun to write. Check the source for a link to read it over on A 0 3!

Prompt: Someone discovers a new power or something that they find really cool, and they want to show it off to everyone else, with varying levels of success.

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In a world full of wonder, it wasn’t always easy to appreciate the beauty in the mundane, but those who had magic running through their veins found it quite simple. The way that magic would manifest itself in those people wasn’t always the same, though. Sometimes, the magic was in their personality. Jack had a warmth about him that could make anyone’s day better in a matter of seconds. Trevor’s charisma was off the charts, he was such a smooth talker that it was hard for anyone to dislike him unless they really tried. Other times, it was in their looks. Alfredo had a smile that could light up any room, big and beaming and bright enough to outshine the sun. Geoff had amazingly artistic tattoos that seemed to come alive if one looked at them a little too long (he would always deny this, but there was a gleam in his eye that made everyone think twice about his words). Sometimes, it was something else entirely. Their magic came in the form of special abilities, of genuine magic. Lindsay could speak to animals, using their skills for good a majority of the time, but otherwise causing mischief. Michael could create just as well as he could destroy, rendering entire buildings obsolete and creating new ones in their wake.

There was a little bit of magic in everything, but oftentimes there were those that couldn’t see it in themselves. That was where Gavin stood. He was a smooth talker, sure, but not as smooth as Trevor. His smile wasn’t as bright as Alfredo’s. He didn’t have any magical abilities. Though he was welcomed into their group, he didn’t feel as though he belonged. He didn’t have any magic. They insisted that he was part of their crew, magic or not, and that he was welcome, but sometimes he didn’t want their comforts. He just wanted to be left alone. It was hard enough to be the lone member of the mundane in their little crew, he didn’t want their pity points on top of it. Still, it didn’t stop them from trying to help.

“Maybe you’re just a late bloomer?” Fiona suggested to him late one evening when the sun had already set, laid out on her back on the roof of a building Michael had created just for her. Her magic was her ability to be good at anything she set her mind to, with an unwavering confidence that Gavin admired (and sometimes envied), even when it was misplaced. “Or you could just be totally oblivious to it. That’s always an option.”

He let out a soft sigh, shrugging a shoulder as he turned his head to look at her. “Someone else would’ve noticed it in me by now though, I think. Everyone has something, even if they're not the ones who see it.” Those who had magic were usually pretty good at picking it out in others. It had been how those without genuine magic had discovered theirs. How Jack had discovered his warmth, how Ky had discovered her strength, and so on.

Fiona bit her lip, going quiet. He had a point there, but she didn’t want to admit it. She hated when he was right. “Maybe your magic is just being an idiot?” There was a grin on her lips, but the way that she spoke made it sound like a genuine suggestion. Gavin couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, his and Fiona’s giggles echoing out across the landscape.

“Kind of a shitty magic, don’t you think, Fifi?” He asked finally, when his sides ached from laughing and his lungs begged for air. “I know Michael would certainly agree with you, but… I really hope that’s not it.”

“I don’t know, Gavvy. Could be. But I hope that’s not it too. I think you’re made for something a bit better than that.” Instead of pity, or jokes, she gave him a vote of confidence, and there was a little gleam that formed in Gavin’s eyes at her words.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do!

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The day after speaking to Fiona, Gavin was still thinking about her words. Despite how good it had made him feel in the moment, they’d ended up putting him in a worse mood than usual, and it was hard for him to even begin thinking about the magic he might have held. Was he really meant for something better than the idiocy his friends assigned to him? He wasn’t sure.

He’d set out on a hike, outside of the city that they’d made for themselves and into the woods surrounding it. Some time out in nature always made him feel better, more at ease, more connected to the magic of the world around him. The small nuances on how the ecosystem worked together to thrive always intrigued him, and he was jealous of how cohesive it all could be.

“I’m just a bit too all over the place for it, I guess,” he muttered to himself, taking a seat on a fallen tree. The moss was soft beneath him, and he ran his fingers over it as he talked to himself. Working through his thoughts aloud always made them feel less jumbled.

A figure sat down beside him with a heavy sigh, and a hand was placed over his. “Don’t beat yourself too much, Gav,” Geoff said quietly, wrapping his arm around Gavin and pulling himself close. “We can’t all be something special, otherwise there wouldn’t be anything special at all.”

Gavin let out a long sigh, leaning into the gent when he was pulled in. He’d stopped asking how Geoff could find him so easily long ago. It was the same answer every time, ‘I just know where to look, you assholes aren’t exactly all that hard to find,’ said with that same glint in his eye. “Yeah, I know. But it’d be nice to be able to do something more than exist.”

Geoff hummed softly, rubbing his thumb gently over Gavin’s shoulder. It always made him feel guilty when any of his friends were upset, particularly Gavin, but he’d been so hung up on the same thing for so long. “Are you sure you don’t just want an excuse for the attention to be back on you for a change?”

The lad sat up quickly, pulling away from Geoff and cutting him a confused look. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying! Going around talking to everyone, being all mopey about not having magic? Pretty good way to get everyone to pay attention to you for a change, right?”

Gavin scoffed at the notion, pushing Geoff away from him. “That’s not what I’m doing at all!”

“Are you sure?” He asked, arching an eyebrow as Gavin stood up suddenly.

“Yes.” They’d had a few new members join their ranks, and attention was divided as they worked to expand their little city and network with others, but he hadn’t minded people paying less attention to him. If anything, he enjoyed it. It meant there was less pressure on him to perform. “Now, I’m going. And this time, you’re not allowed to search for me.”

He didn’t even know where he was going, he just wanted to go away. He wondered if that’s what everyone thought, or if Geoff was just trying to get a rise out of him. If they all thought that way, they’d certainly never said anything of the sort, but this was how people were going to treat him, Gavin didn’t want to be around them.

“What a dick,” he muttered to himself, pulling his cloak tighter around himself as he walked deeper into the forest. It was a beautiful green and gold tapestry, the hues blending together to make a simple but pleasing pattern. The threads had been hand-woven by Matt and enchanted to protect its wearer from whatever may come their way, and it did a remarkable job.

As he ventured deeper into the woods, the trees grew taller and thicker, blocking out the sun’s rays and sending a chill through the air. As the coldness began to creep in, the cloak kept him warm and made him feel safe. However, it couldn’t protect him from the turmoil inside his own mind.

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In the city center, Michael was having a different sort of crisis, and his angry shouting could be heard all across the land.

“You said what to him?!’

His relationship to Gavin was indiscernible at best, no one knew whether they were deeply in love or mortal enemies, but one thing was certain: he was fiercely protective of the fact that he was the only one allowed to bully Gavin, and anyone else could only do so with his permission. Whether they were soulmates or archnemesis, Gavin was his boi first and foremost.

“I just suggested that maybe being an idiot was his form of magic! It was funny, we were both laughing!” Fiona said, completely oblivious to the way that Michael was shooting daggers her way. Usually Michael played along with her playful teasing of Gavin, so when he didn’t continue to make jokes, she looked over. “Don’t you give me that look, you’re thinking it too.”

“I’m not, though.” Fiona scoffed, and Michael all but growled. “I’m not. You all underestimate him, and when he does find his magic, you’re going to be blown away. All of you will be.” There was a special sort of conviction to his words, one that was usually reserved for saying the most ridiculous things completely stone-faced.

Michael stormed off after that, ignoring Fiona’s demands for him to keep hanging out with her. Movement came from the bushes on the outskirts of their community, spotted just out of the corner of his eye, but his attention snapped towards it in an instant only to reveal that the movement was caused by Geoff. His eyebrows furrowed as the other tried to pretend like he wasn’t covered in burrs and twigs, like he wasn’t trying to sneak out of the brush and back into the city unnoticed.

“Do you know where Gavin is?” he asked instantly, lifting a hand swiftly to raise a dirt wall behind Geoff, who was trying to retreat back into the bushes as quickly as he’d come out of them.

“Why would I know where he is?” Geoff asked, his voice pitchy and lilted like he certainly did know where Gavin was, but also that he knew that revealing that information would get him in more trouble with Michael than not at the same time.

Michael’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet rumbling and propelling him like a moving walkway until he was nose to nose with Geoff. “Because you know where everyone is, you always know.”

There wasn’t fear in Geoff’s eyes, but the man’s chest rose and fell rapidly with anxious breaths. The staredown was long and tense, though he eventually relented, letting out a long sigh as the wall behind him fell. He wasn’t going anywhere. “I spoke to him in the woods maybe an hour ago, he told me that I’m not allowed to look for him, but here.” He reached into his gear, pulling out a weathered piece of parchment that was rolled and tied with a thin strip of leather. A map, one that he’d made with the same magic that lived in his tattoos, that not only held the lay of the land but also markers for everyone who lived in it. Geoff offered it to Michael, who quickly swiped it from him and unrolled it. “He never said anything about you going after him.”

The lad hummed quietly as his eyes scanned the map for the forest green marker that indicated Gavin’s name, wordlessly stepping beyond the brush and into the woods towards it.

“I don’t even get a thank you?!” Geoff cried out behind him, annoyed by the lack of gratitude. The ground beneath his feet rose suddenly, knocking him off his feet and onto the earth. He cried out, flailing his arms in an attempt to stop himself from falling, but it was futile. Michael was already gone.

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The woods looked easy to traverse on the map, and they most likely would have been if Michael had stayed on the trails, but he opted to make a beeline towards Gavin. The terrain was rocky and there were steep cliffs off the beaten path, but it was nothing that he couldn’t handle. He could mend and mold the earth to make it easier to traverse, creating stairs along the cliff faces for an easy descent. The climate was what was really getting to him. The chill in the air was unbearable for him, only getting worse as the sun began to dip down, and he had a bear’s pelt to keep him warm. Gavin’s frame was thinner and frailer than his own, he most likely wasn’t faring any better.

He lit a torch as night fell, raising up dirt and stone walls around himself to block out the cold and keep himself safe from the nocturnal monsters around him. After jamming the torch into the wall, he unfurled his map and saw that Gavin’s marker had stopped moving and was instead spinning around in frantic circles. Evidently, he was trying to make camp for the night as well. With a swift movement of his hand, miles away on the other side of the woods, similar walls raised up around Gavin, and the marker finally stopped moving. Satisfied that his boi was safe, he settled down, wrapping his pelt around himself tightly for warmth as he laid down to sleep.

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Gavin was startled as the dirt walls rose up around him, terrified that something was trying to trap him within them, though he quickly became at ease when he realized what it meant. Geoff had listened and wasn’t going to be searching for him, but Michael was certainly looking out for him instead. The fear that came from being alone out there dissipated as he ran his fingers down the dirt, pulling out several clumps of roots and knocking bits of earth loose. Dirt walls were less than fancy, but they were a great comfort regardless.

He slept easily through the night with a newfound sense of safety, his cloak pulled tightly around himself for warmth. It worked wonders against the cold. As the sun began to rise, it didn’t emerge from the clouds, the sky grey and dreary as rain began to fall. Gavin could hear the rain hitting the tops of the trees, but even as he began to move none of the drops ever hit him. Above him, the branches of the trees bent and molded, shielding him from the downpours as he walked. No doubt this is Michael’s doing, he thought to himself, a small smile forming on his lips. No matter how much they seemed to argue, the other lad still managed to be protective of him. It was something he was always grateful for, even when the others seemed to give him shit for it.

His pace that day was slower, more leisurely now that he had calmed down some, but he still had no intentions of going back to the city. If Michael was the only one who cared enough to come for him, they could start their own city far, far away. Together. He quickly shook the thought from his mind, pushing his hood down and taking a look around. Though the trees were tall above him for now, he knew that if he just kept going they’d give way to a beautiful, grassy plain. He couldn’t wait to walk on grass again, the dirt and stones beneath him were starting to make his feet ache.

Several yards from where he’d first had that thought, he had to stop, kneeling down to untie his boots so he could re-lace them tightly. Moving slowly, he bent down, not wanting to end up with another cut on his knee from landing too hard on a rock like he’d already done far too many times this trek. But the terrain beneath his knee was soft, and as he looked down at his boot, he saw that there was soft, lush grass beneath him. Not dirt.

“What on earth?” He asked himself, brushing his fingers through it. There was some grass on the forest floor around him, but it was rough and patchy, nothing like this. “Michael’s really outdone himself this time.” With that thought, he smiled to himself before continuing to lace up his boots with deft fingers. Before he stood, he spotted a small wildflower that had bloomed among the blades , and he gently picked it and placed it behind his ear. “What a dope.”

What Gavin didn’t know was that Michael didn’t have the ability to create foliage or flowers underfoot. No one in their community did. And with each step that Gavin took, more of it sprouted up from the dirt beneath him.

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Night fell again soon enough, and Gavin wasn’t sure where he was. He could’ve sworn that the forest gave way into plains at this point, but instead he found himself in the middle of the desert. Stupidly, he’d continued on, just in case the plains were just beyond it, though now he was too tired to turn back.

“Maybe Fiona was right,” he muttered as he sat down in the sand, digging his toes into it and wiggling them for some amusement as he propped his cloak up over himself like an umbrella. It was nighttime now, but it would be morning again soon enough. He didn’t want to end up burnt to a crisp before he even woke up. No walls came up around Gavin this time either, so it was up to him to protect himself.

Gavin leaned forward against his knees, peering up at the night sky for a few long moments. Jeremy had spent many long nights back in the city teaching him the constellations and the stars within them, though he could never tell which ones were real and which ones the lad had made up for his own amusement. Orion was certainly real, but Beauregard’s Chariot was almost certainly not. Almost. He picked that one out, finding comfort in its familiarity, before he decided it was time to get some rest. Toes still in the sand, he laid back, arms crossed beneath his head as he closed his eyes. He had been so focused on the sky that he was unaware of what was happening in the sand beneath him.

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With Gavin’s slowed pace, Michael was able to start gaining on him. He raced through the trees with even greater speed now that he was beyond the craggy cliffs and difficult landscape, the earth moving beneath him to propel him along. By nighttime, he’d closed in on Gavin’s position, and he was stunned by what he saw.

Smack dab in the middle of the desert, where not even cacti could manage to survive due to the horrible heat and scorching sunbeams, Gavin found himself within an oasis. That same lush grass and wildflowers were no longer just underfoot, but in a wide circle around the lad, almost tall enough to completely hide him from Michael’s view. Small trees were even beginning to grow, supporting Gavin’s cloak above him in place of the flimsy sticks he’d set up before.

“Gavin?” Michael called softly, stepping forward with caution in case it was a facade, a trap of some sort. The desert was known for causing hallucinations, for preying on the hope of the desperate. That was the kind of magic it held, and it was very skillful at using it. But as he knelt down at the edge of the circle and reached forward to feel the greenery, sure enough, it was real. “What the hell? Gavin! Wake the fuck up!”

The lad sat bolt upright with a start, catching himself in his cloak and fighting it off with all the fierceness of a kitten. Sleep was still gripping him, catching him somewhere between being wide awake and deep asleep, but he was quickly coming to. “Who’s there?!” He shouted, finally tossing his cape away from himself and looking around in confusion. “Michael?” That wasn’t the last thing he expected to see out there, but it wasn’t the first either. “What are you doing here, Michael?”

It had taken everything in Michael not to laugh at the display in front of him, but he quickly wiped the smirk off his face to look offended when Gavin addressed him so incredulously. “Jeez, don’t sound so happy to see me,” he drawled, rolling his eyes before shuffling forward on his knees. “Mind telling me what all this is?” He arched an eyebrow, gesturing to the small haven among the sand.

However, Gavin had no more answers than Michael did. “I’m not… I’m not sure what it is,” he responded earnestly, glancing between it and the other lad before reaching for his cloak. “I thought you were doing it. You’re not?” Michael shook his head fervently, and Gavin only frowned as he pulled the garment on. “Then who is?”

Michael shrugged a shoulder, humming a soft ‘I don’t know’ before standing, stalking around the mysterious growth. This wasn’t anything that anyone he knew could do, and when he tried to make it happen himself, all he could do was raise the earth itself. He couldn’t make anything grow from it. Which left only one option…

“Come here,” he said suddenly, and Gavin looked at him like he’d asked him to do something insane. “Stand up! Get the hell over here!” When there was still no movement from him, Michael reached forward, hauling Gavin to his feet and yanking him out of the circle. Sure enough, grass sprouted up beneath the lad’s feet, extending the circle and connecting it to wherever he stepped. “Holy shit… Gavin! Look!”

Gavin had thought that Michael was angry at him, scolding him, but the tone of his voice was nothing but excited. Thrilled, even. He followed Michael’s gaze down to his feet, but he wasn’t quick enough to put the pieces together like the other had. “This happened to me back in the forest too! I don’t know what’s going on!”

“You’ve found your magic, that’s what’s going on!” Michael was practically screaming, bouncing on the balls of his feet and looking at Gavin with a big beaming grin. “You can make stuff grow! That’s incredible!”

That made things click for Gavin, finally, and his grin ended up matching Michael’s. “I can make stuff grow!” Geoff was going to be blown away, everyone was. He wondered if Michael would be okay with them going back to the city immediately, they’d be able to get there by morning thanks to his abilities. “Fiona was right!”

The other bristled immediately, his grin turning to a frown in a fraction of a second. “Fiona was… Right?” She’d told Gavin that his magic was being stupid, that his special ability was being an idiot. This certainly wasn’t that, not by a long shot. “Gavin, this isn’t stupid. This is awesome! Fiona wasn’t right.”

“What? What are you on about? No, she… She said I was made for something better than what everyone else thought. And she was right! Oh, and she’s had such shit luck getting flowers to grow at her place too, no wonder!” Gavin threw his arms around Michael’s neck, wrapping him in a tight hug that was fueled by nothing but pure glee, and he could only hug him back just as tight. “We have to get back there, immediately. Everyone is going to be so jealous, Michael-boi.”

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Some proper rest would’ve been a great benefit to them both, but Gavin had insisted that they return to the city as quickly as possible. The moving ground beneath their feet made it a relatively quick task, and Michael had managed to find a well-worn trail that made it even easier. They were back in the city by sunrise, and while the excitement had died down in Michael to give way to sleepiness, Gavin was no less giddy. Probably because he’d climbed on Michael’s back at one point and managed a small nap. Lucky bastard, Michael had thought to himself when he’d heard the soft snoring in his ear, but he hadn’t woken him up.

“Michael. Stop here, Michael,” Gavin urged, nearly losing his balance as the dirt beneath him ground to a halt suddenly. They were just outside the city, inside the same bushes that Geoff had attempted to sneak out of a few days prior, hidden from view as residents began to leave their houses to begin their tasks for the day. “I’m gonna get on your back-“

“You’re not taking another fucking nap,” Michael interjected, and the other huffed and waved him off.

“No! I’m gonna get on your back so I can do a grand reveal, you dolt. The flowers appear when I step, and if I step too soon the surprise will be ruined!”

“Hey, assholes!” Jeremy’s voice boomed across the city center, no doubt hearing the commotion, and Gavin quickly began to scramble onto Michael’s back.

“Ow! Watch it, you’re gonna knock off my glasses! Stop!” Michael huffed, swatting at Gavin’s hands as they reached for purchase anywhere they could. He stepped out of the bushes once he was settled, looking annoyed while the lad on his back was nothing but gleeful. “Hey, Lil J! I rescued our favorite dumbass. You’re welcome.”

Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh as Gavin let out a little ‘hello!’ and waved, though he was curious about why the other was on Michael’s back. It wasn’t unlike Gavin to demand piggy-back rides. Though normally once Jeremy was in view, he made it his mission to climb onto his shoulders instead. “Gav, are you hurt? What’s going on?” He stepped up with caution, ready to call for help if needed. Injuries weren’t uncommon, but if Gavin needed to be carried, it must’ve been serious.

“No, the asshole’s not hurt. Not yet, at least. He’s just got a surprise for you,” Michael assured, rolling his eyes. “For everyone, actually. Do me a favor and ring the bell? They’re gonna want to be here for this.”

An eyebrow shot up, but Jeremy was quick to comply with the request. He crossed the city center, grabbing the rope and pulling it once, twice, three times to signal that it was a meeting of utmost importance, but not one that brought bad news. When the bell rang three times, it meant that there were good things to come.

Soon, all of the residents of the city were there, eagerly awaiting to learn the reason for this meeting. Very rarely did the bell ring thrice, and there were hushed whispers and guesses of what was to come. They all fell silent when Michael, with Gavin still on his back, stepped forward.

“I’ve found my magic,” Gavin announced, savoring the look on everyone’s faces as they processed that announcement. Particularly Geoff’s, whose face was twisted into one of apologetic guilt. A sense of satisfaction bubbled up inside of him at that. And of course Fiona was delighted, jumping up and down and pumping her fists, shouting ‘I knew it!’ before she even knew what Gavin’s magic was. It didn’t matter to her. Alfredo and Trevor were also excited, but only because their beloved Dusk Boy had finally joined their ranks, though Jack and Matt simply looked skeptical. He couldn’t blame them, really. Why now? Why did it take so long for him to find it? Those were the questions behind their eyes, and Gavin wished that he had answers for them.

When he felt like he’d let the suspense hang in there air for long enough, he stepped down. For a moment, nothing happened. Matt was about to open his mouth to complain about being dragged out of bed for a grand display of nothing. And then, all at once, a beautiful display of lush grass and flowers appeared at his feet. The more he focused on it, the bigger it grew and the more beautiful it became. No longer was it simply wildflowers, either. In the hours of their journey, he realized he could control the types of flowers that grew. He opted for sunflowers this time. Everyone knew that they were his favorite. It was proof that the magic was his, and not anyone else’s pretending to be his.

The reactions were mixed, and Gavin deflated a little as several people seemed unimpressed and walked off to return to their duties. It wasn’t the most spectacular power in the world, he knew that, but it was his and he liked it. That was what mattered to him. There wasn’t much time for him to mope though, as Fiona quickly rushed him, wrapping him in a hug and lifting him off his feet.

“Gavin!” she shouted, stepping back to inspect the flowers closer. She plucked a few blades of grass, feeling them between her fingers. After a few seconds, she gasped, her eyes lighting up. “You can help me grow flowers at my place!”

Gavin laughed, nodding quickly and beaming at her. He could always trust her to cheer him up. “I can, yeah. No wonder you’ve not been able to grow anything.”

“Yeah, cause you stole my green thumb! That’s hardly my fault.”

“Oh, I dunno about that. You should’ve been keeping a closer eye on it.”

They bickered back and forth, Michael watching with a tired but fond smile, until Fiona decided that she’d had enough and thumped Gavin on the side of the head before racing off. The lad was too exhausted to follow, so he just stepped over to Michael, the foliage underfoot following him as he went. Everyone else came up to congratulate him in time, Geoff doing that and apologizing for the harshness of his words in one awkward convoluted mess that Michael wasn’t even sure was an apology, but Gavin understood what the gent was trying to say. He’d learned to decode Geoff Speak over the years.

Still, the person whose opinion Gavin valued the most was Michael’s, and once the excitement had died down and they’d retreated to their homes to rest, Michael stopped by to give it.

“I’m real proud of you, Gav,” he said, making himself comfortable on the bed next to the lad without a second thought.

“Proud of me?” he asked, snatching his blankets back from the lad as he tried to steal them. Michael always did this to him.

“Yeah. Proud of you. For putting up with the bullshit and finding your magic. Even if it was a total accident.” Michael snorted out a soft laugh and smiled, crossing his arms beneath his head and looking over at the other. “You just lucked into it, just like you lucked into everything else.”

“Including you?” Gavin arched an eyebrow as he met the other’s gaze, desperately wanting to wipe that smug look off his face.”

“Especially me, are you kidding?” That comment earned him a gentle smack to the chest, a kiss to the cheek, and a mutter of ‘I’m going to make a tree grow through your damn house.’

To everyone else, their relationship was indiscernible at best. But Michael and Gavin knew exactly what they were to each other, they didn’t need anyone else in their business about it. They were partners. Not just in life and love, but in their magic as well. As he learned how to hone and control his abilities, Gavin would decorate the city and beautify the buildings that Michael had created. And once he had mastered his skills, Michael began to create buildings specifically for Gavin to embellish. Dirt roofs became his signature style, the gravity-defying feature held together by the roots of the flowers that Gavin planted into them. The city had never looked better, and even those who were initially unimpressed by Gavin’s abilities had to admit that it was perfectly suited to him. He took great pride in rubbing it in their faces.

Gavin was happy to not be a member of the mundane anymore. His spirits were higher, and he felt more useful to the city. His abilities, with more practice, extended beyond flowers and grass and into fruit and vegetable plants. The magic that Gavin held could sustain them all.

But Gavin had always held magic within him, in Michael’s eyes. He had never been mundane. That gleam in his eye when he got another crazy idea to cause chaos was nothing if not supernatural, and his ability to find the fun in even the most boring of situations had proven to be valuable time and time again. It just hadn’t been the form of magic that Gavin had always desired, so he never took note of it despite it always being there. Michael was just glad he could finally see it in himself too.

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