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Terravenger - Season 5: Part One - Episode 399 (Do Not Copy)

During the next morning, many soldiers led by Victoria Sidney continued to defend the civilians inside the Marion Library by battling another large group of cybernetic beings outside.

Among the soldiers were two students, Ayr Alistar and Declan Sharpe.

Ayr wore a black uniform with long sleeves, long leggings, and light-blue designs. His left elbow was covered by a black brace. And his MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

Declan had on a pale-brown T-shirt, blue pants, and white shoes with black at the middle. He also had a thick brown belt with his MAF badge as a buckle. And he had on an opened white coat with long gray sleeves along with a golden collar.

Declan pushed his right hand forward. Then a small globe of swirling energy formed around him from the air. He soon blew the projectile at the cyborgs marching before him. And the globe created a large explosion that destroyed his opponents.

Meanwhile, his partner Ayr struck the chests of the cyborgs coming toward him using his palms. And each of the soulless beings were blown away from him.

The lieutenant Victoria formed a circle with her right hand to her mouth. And she blew a spiraling wave of red flames to burn many of her opponents before her.

Her husband Gavin stood behind her as he pushed more of the cyborgs away using his power from his left hand. After that, he summoned a large cloud made of iron into the air. Some of the iron had formed into long spears which struck the cyborgs quickly.

On the top of the DSL Boutique building, a few soldiers fought an army of cybernetic beings who launched from the sky.

Among the soldiers was the student Iris Thomas. She wore pale-brown eyeliner and blue lipstick. She had on a sleeveless green top that lowered to her waist. She wore a pair of long leggings made with bright-blue scales and long black boots. She had on a necklace with a small shell at the center. And her MAF badge was placed at the top center of her bottoms.

She spat a barrage of acid from her mouth at many of the cybernetic beings before her while another person attacked more of the enemies from behind.

It was the fiery Cassidy Lawrence. She had on black eyeliner and brown lipstick. She had on a sleeveless brown top lowering to her waist. She also wore a short dress made of khaki jeans and a pair of long brown Cowboy-boots. Her MAF badge was placed on the front left side of her top. And she wore a rounded Cowgirl-hat that was colored brown.

She released a long string of yellow energy from her left hand. And Cassidy waved her hand in a crescent pattern as she struck many of the cyborgs standing away from her. Then she spun herself in a clockwise manner and struck another of the cyborgs with her string.

The two girls along with soldiers from the Midas Armed Forces continued to fight the humanoids until they all spotted something coming before them. Stomping toward the DSL building was a large creature that looked like a mammoth with gray fur and a pair of long white trunks. It also had a pair of long ears that laid down. And attached to parts of its body were robotic implants.

"What the hell?" cried Cassidy.

Then someone floated toward the front of the gigantic creature.

It was the leader of the Paigettes club -- Paige McCormack. She had on black eyeliner, brown eye-shadow, and red lipstick. And her long brown hair was worn down. She had on a long-sleeved light-blue top that lowered to her waist. On the middle of the top was her MAF badge while on the right side was a golden symbol that was shaped as a dropping tear. And attached to her sleeves were black gloves. She also wore a short yellow skirt. And she had on a pair of long black boots.

Paige threw her right palm forward and fired small balls of yellow energy around the creature.

She soon closed her hand as she yelled "Blossom Fire Solaris!"

And the small balls formed into a large explosion which struck the head of the cybernetic giant.

The mammoth slowly stepped away from the building.

And an angry Paige yelled "You will stay clear away from my aunt's business!"

After that, she blew balls of golden energy from her opened right palm to the creature.

She called out "Blossom Fire Maximum!"

Episode 399: The Arrival -- The Cathedral

At the cliff of the Forest Area which on the top of the Midas Academy, soldiers fired lasers from their short-arm guns to a swarm of cybernetic humanoids flying from the cloudy sky.

Walking toward the battlefield was the determined doctor named Leora Archer. She was a young woman with fine skin and brown eyes. And her short brown hair was tied in a high tail. She wore a shiny white blouse with short sleeves. And on the center of her shirt was a large butterfly drawn by pale-violet lines. She also had on tight gray leggings lowering to her ankles and a pair of brown boots. And she had on a long white lab-coat that was open along with her MAF badge placed on the front left side.

The doctor made her way toward the cliff and placed her hands together.

"Illuminating Field!" She called.

She opened her hands and placed them forward. And a large barrier made of a bright green energy slowly formed around the entire area.

The swarm of cyborgs tried to bust inside the barrier until Leora lowered her right hand.

She called out "Hallowed Vapor!"

A large silver cloud slowly formed above the building. Then a large wave of green wind blew from the cloud which froze the bodies of the wicked beings. And the cyborgs fell from the sky.

At the Playground Area below, more of the soldiers fought another army of the cyborgs. Doctor Rose Avery was among the protectors of Midas City.

Rose had her long black hair tied into a low tail. And she wore her eyeglasses along with pink lipstick. She had on a sleeveless teal top, tight white jeans, and black slippers with flat heels.

She attacked the cyborgs marching around her using a barrage of palms and kicks while she twirled around as if she was a ballerina.

Inside the Principal's Office of the Academy, the commander Beau Ravenstone thought to himself while sitting at his large desk.

Beau wore a long white top with a thick white belt and a blue coat with golden pads on his shoulders. He also had a pair of black pants and short black boots. And his MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his coat.

Standing before him were his soldiers -- McKennah Roberts, Sage Wood, Alexis Sanyo, Bryan Chaolan, and Rian Simms.

Rian wore a collared orange shirt with short sleeves, the standard MAF navy flak-jacket, and fingerless black gloves. He had a long white rope tied around his waist, tight black pants, and white shoes. And his MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his jacket.

Wood had on a uniform made of maroon leather with long sleeves and long leggings. He had on a pair of black boots. And his MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

McKennah had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. And her long blond hair was worn down. She wore a black outfit with short bottoms and no sleeves. She had on a pair of long black boots and a small black gun holstered around the top of her left thigh. And her MAF badge was placed on the right side of her chest.

Bryan wore a standard MAF navy-blue flak-jacket underneath a black shirt with long sleeves. He had on a pair of tight black jeans and brown boots. And his MAF badge was on the left side of his chest.

The tops of Alexis' long brown hair were tied into two tails. And the other parts of her hair were down. She had on black eyeliner, brown eye-shadow, and dark-violet lipstick. She wore an outfit with light-gray at the bottom as black was at the top along with long sleeves. And her shoulders were covered with white fur attached to her top. She also had on black leggings and a thin black belt with her MAF badge as a buckle. And she wore a pair of long dark-brown boots.

"The blue hound's alright?" asked Rian.

Alexis lowered her head and answered "His physical scars have all healed. But his emotional ones... Both Captain Durant and Officer Montoya have died. And Young Treis risked his very life to save him. I haven't the thought that Tiger will ever be well."

Wood lowered his head and said "This is terrible. Cody died. But he went out the way he wanted -- fighting."

"His wife," implied McKennah. "She is gonna go crazy when she finds out."

And Beau added "Daniel will be devastated by the death of his friend. Rico Montoya was always good to him."

"And Treis," Bryan replied. "As long as I've known him, he and Tiger were inseparable. Treis giving away his life must be a tragedy to Tiger."

Someone soon walked into the room.

"Tiger," said Beau. "It is great to see you well."

The calm Tiger wore a sleeveless black top with a large navy-blue V covering his chest. Each shoulder was covered in black while he had a see-through black sleeve that was attached to his fingerless black gloves. He also had tight black jeans and black pads around his ankles with blue at the center. His MAF badge was placed on the front of his bottoms. And he had a black cap on his head. He had black liner around each of his eyes. And he had sorrow in his eyes.

"The news is true!" cried McKennah. "You're human now! Somewhat!"

"Right!" Rian commented. "He still got the tail!"

Alexis informed the newcomer "You look well."

The emotionless Tiger faced his commander and reported "Your son is in terrible danger. He and the Counselor are leading an army of the machines to the old cathedral near the Marion Library."

Then Alexis closed her eyes as she placed her right hand on the right side of her face.

She informed Beau "I can feel it as well. We must assist the Counselor and Young Tai while we can, before they are taken."

A feared Beau stood up and cried "Taken?"

Alexis walked a few steps toward the desk as she said to her commander "I know that you know what will happen after an innocent is taken by them."

"Uncle Beau!" asked McKennah. "You know these guys?"

Beau lowered his head and informed his group "They are known as the Cyberian Empire. I as an officer had fought against them while Sidney was commander. Redbourne and Panel were with us as well."

"While the General was commander?" asked Bryan.

"How didn't I know about this?" questioned Rian.

"I wish I knew," said Beau. "I... I do not remember anything else about them. And I have no idea why."

At the empty main room of a large old cathedral, soldiers from the Midas Armed Forces were surrounded by the humanoids that had machinery attached to parts of their body. Among the soldiers were the counselor of the Midas Academy -- Mercury Fakinos -- and the brash student, Tai Ravenstone.

Mercury wore a blue shirt with long sleeves and black pants with a small silver gun holstered to the left side of his black belt. He had on fingerless black gloves with black protectors around the wrists. And he had on black knee pads attached to his pants. He also wore a pair of black boots with silver protecting his toes. His family crest was printed on the left shoulder of his shirt. And a sleeveless black coat was worn with a thick collar while his MAF badge was placed at the left side of the chest.

Tai had on a black T-shirt with the golden symbol of a winged creature on the chest area. He had on a pair of tight black jeans with a thick dark-blue line coming down from each end. He also had on long brown boots. And his MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

Each of the cyborgs lifted their fists forward and fired bullets from small barrels which were attached to the back of their hands. Mercury using the movement of his right hand quickly formed a large barrier of wind around him and his soldiers which blew the bullets to the enemies standing at the front.

The color of his eyes turned from blue to black as Mercury placed his hands forward.

He called out "Ventus Figura Concutero!"

The globe of wind quickly formed into long rods that struck more of the creatures.

As another group of cybernetic humanoids marched toward the front of the soldiers, Mercury created a large globe of stone to protect them.

Then Mercury called out "Luto Circulus!"

Next, a circle of mud emerged from around the soldiers as Mercury kept his right palm forward.

And the counselor yelled "Tempestas Terrae!"

The shape of the mud quickly formed into small balls which shot the chest of the approaching cyborg.

After these cyborgs slowly fell face down on the ground, more of them walked into the old cathedral.

"Look out!" yelled Tai. "More of them bastards are comin' this way!"

The cyborgs began shooting at them as the soldiers gathered around the two warriors. The barrier of rock continued to block the bullets until it slowly fell into pieces. And the soldiers standing before the young pair fell face down after they were shot.

Another group of cyborgs had gathered with the others as they all marched toward the remaining soldiers.

"Death is the only way out!"

Both Tai and Mercury finally spotted a pair of the cyborgs walking toward them.

"What the hell's this?" yelled Tai.

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tiikeria · 3 years

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No Roads Left to Run

Title: No Roads Left to Run Ship(s): None Rating: T Warning(s): Minor Character Death, Language Words: 3,577 words Summary: Everyone thought they knew the legend. The story of the king who wished for the go and was punished for his greed when he couldn’t eat, and when his beloved daughter was turned into a golden statue of herself. When he begged Dionysus for a reprieve from his mistake, he was given a way out: wash anything he turned to gold in a river, and they would return to the way they were.

That was how the story went, at least. The story of Midas.

It couldn’t be more wrong.

Notes: What is it, 2016? I’m writing fic? Something ain’t right. But, this is based on an AU I have with a couple of friends that we started, oh, 4 or 5 years ago. This fic was started in 2016, actually, with a certain person as Akakios. Obviously that changed.

Always, enjoy the fic and hit me up if you’d like to chat!

The rain had started to fall on the docks as the last terrified scream echoed against the concrete buildings and steel containers surrounding them, trapping them in, looming over them like a silent jury. Looming over him. His hand lowered shakily and the gold marks along his skin faded into nothingness as he let the power drain from him, no longer necessary now that the threat was eliminated.

But now…now he had a different problem. One gold couldn’t fix. One he couldn’t fix.

As the rain became heavier and thunder rumbled in the distance he could feel their gazes on his back, and he could imagine the expressions on their faces if he would turn to look. Fear. Horror. Possibly betrayal.

He had lied for so long. Lied to them all. He had hidden who he really was under the guise of protecting them. Instead, he had only been selfish. He had lied to them because he cared. And because they cared in return. They cared for him, and not for the gold that formed from his fingertips so effortlessly. He didn’t want to lose that feeling of belonging that he hadn’t had in decades. So he lied.

And now he lost it anyway.

He couldn’t turn, couldn’t face them, their disappointment, their fear. Everyone feared him in Los Santos; they feared who he truly was, to be exact. Few feared the Fake’s Golden Boy. But many feared the God that owned the city.

No one had known that they were one and the same. Until now. Until he had no choice. Until he had to give everything up in the name of protecting them from being gunned down in a planned massacre.

At least they were alive. That was his only solace. They were still alive.

Without turning, he spoke, voice just loud enough to reach them above the rain and thunder, “I’m sorry.”

And he ran.

Everyone thought they knew the legend. The story of the king who wished for the golden touch and was punished for his greed when he couldn’t eat, and when his beloved daughter was turned into a golden statue of herself. When he begged Dionysus for a reprieve from his mistake, he was given a way out: wash anything he turned to gold in a river, and they would return to the way they were.

That was how the story went, at least. The story of Midas.

It couldn’t be more wrong.

Midas wasn’t born a king. He wasn’t even born a mortal. He was a demigod, son of Dionysus and a blind peasant woman named Theodosia. Born of trickery, when Dionysus disguised himself as the woman’s devoted husband, Akakios, as he was out to market. She only discovered the deceit afterward, but it was too late. She would birth the God’s son when the time came.

They called him Midas, and Akakios loved him as if he was his own blood. After all, the two had desperately prayed for a child and if this is how the Gods chose to grant their prayers, then so be it.

Midas grew into a curious and playful young boy before they discovered his gift. His gift of gold. He didn’t understand why the King of their small island called his Mama and Papa and him to see him. All he did was make a flower pretty and shiny for his Mama. Was he in trouble?

He would later say he was.

The King was a greedy man, always coveting the wealth of the larger islands, of the grander Kings. And he saw Midas as a way to achieve that wealth; a child who could make gold on command was his gift from the Gods. So, he offered the peasant parents a deal: he would ensure they had food on the table, and clothes on their backs, as long as the child would create for him.

Without a way to truly say no, they agreed, and Midas went into the employ of their King. He still remained with his beloved Mama and Papa, growing stronger every day as he helped with their modest farm. But the calls to create were getting more frequent and more elaborate, and Theodosia and Akakios worried when it would no longer be enough.

The answer came on the eve of Midas’ thirteenth birthday, Akakios out at market two days away, with a promise to bring his son a wonderful gift. The King had not called in a few days, which had become a bit of an oddity, but they thought nothing of it. If he didn’t call, Midas stayed home, and stayed strong. Too much creating and he would grow tired and weak.

They should have worried more.

The knock on the door came as the moon was rising over the coast. Midas would always regret opening that door.

Soldiers grabbed him as soon as the door opened, their grip tight on the boy’s arms as he struggled. He heard his mother cry out for him, reach for him. She was yelling at the soldiers to release her son, that they had no business taking him.

“By decree of your King, this boy is now property of the Kingdom and shall be escorted to the palace,” one soldier spoke, his voice cold and level. He cared not for this woman’s concern, for her upset. At least, until she grabbed at Midas.

A sword was drawn in an instant, blood on the floor as she dropped. He vaguely remembered screaming for her, trying his best to get to her. But it was too late. Far too late.

The last time Midas would ever see his first home was that night, as flames licked the sky and destroyed everything he ever knew.

Gavin was good at hiding. He had done it for centuries under different names, different faces. He had run for years, for decades, without so much as a second thought. So why was it so hard to leave now? Why couldn’t he find himself away from Los Santos, away from California, away from the States?

Why wasn’t he back in England with Dan? Why was he still watching them from a distance?

Because he cared. For the first time in many, many years, he cared.

So he stayed.

He spent three years as a slave to the King. Three years of nothing more than creating for a man who cared not for him as a person, only as means to an end. Gone was the curious child with the golden smile and bright laugh. Gone, like his home. Gone, like his family. He was alone, and only had himself to blame.

Him, and his golden curse.

It was three years before anyone would come for him. Dionysus himself coming to collect his son from the tyrant who had made him a slave. Dionysus didn’t take kindly to the treatment of his blood, to the murder of Theodosia, whom he still cared for.

It wan’t Dionysus that found him, though. It was a satyr named Pan. The God of Nature himself.

“Midas?” He questioned, looking into the eyes of a boy who had seen too much, “It’s time to come home. Your father is here.”

“Akakios?” Midas would ask, knowing he would be wrong. He wondered if Akakios would have ever come for him if he knew where he was. If he knew he was alive. Midas’ power took everything from Akakios; he had no reason to seek out the bastard child who ruined his life.

“No, boy,” Pan predictably told him, something kind in his gaze, “Dionysus. He’s been looking for you for quite a while; no child of his shall be a slave.”

“He’s a few years too late,” Midas told the God, but followed him despite his cynical words.

Dionysus couldn’t have been more different than Akakios had been. Akakios was a quiet, thoughtful man. Dionysus was loud, boisterous, and quite temperamental it seemed. But, he was Midas’ escape from this prison, and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Midas had his suspicions as to what happened to the King, but he never asked. He never cared. If the King was dead, then everyone was better for it.

He allowed Dionysus and Pan to lead him away to yet another place he didn’t know. Another place that wasn’t home.

He had never been more homesick in his life.

The crew was searching for him. They had been for the last week since he disappeared. He saw Michael’s fires, and Jeremy’s fights. He saw Jack’s helicopter combing the hills and Geoff’s car on the streets. He saw cameras searching for him, Matt on the other end. He heard Trevor digging for intel, and Alfredo searching by scope. And there was Lindsay, causing chaos as if they hoped it would be a siren song for Gavin to come back. To help them cause it.

But it wasn’t any of them who found him first.

No, it was the one who grew up in Los Santos. The one who knew the stories. Who knew where you turned when your luck had run out.

Fiona arrived to the modest plywood stand in a damp alleyway in La Mesa with a bag full of gold pinched from the crew and a determination unlike any other. She was the one to call him back, unable to ignore a request from his own altar.

“Fi? Why are you here?”

She graced him with a narrow stare, arms crossed, anger and concern in her veins, “ Why do you think I’m here, Gavin? I’m here because you left. You left and you haven’t come back.”

Stepping from the shadows, he gave her a tired, golden-eyed once over, ‘I’m not coming back, Fiona.”

“Like hell you aren’t!”

He lifted his head, standing straight, looking very much like the God he was, “Go home, Fiona. Forget Gavin Free. Forget me.”

He didn’t stick around to hear her reply.

He was eighteen now. Two years with Dionysus, and two years since he was no longer a slave. At least, in normal terms. Now…now he was a trophy. Dionysus’ favored son; not because of himself, but because of his mother. His mother Dionysus still loved. He was nothing more than his remaining link to the past.

He was no more his own man than a child.

But, he did have solace in one other. Pan, the Satyr God, had become his closest friend. He taught him how to control his power, how to shape it, how to bend it to his will. He taught him about the shepherds who called to Pan for blessings, and the animals they herded across the land. Pan taught him about nature, and showed him how to respect it.

But, most of all, Pan taught him he belonged to no one.

The Gods of Olympus also seemed to take a shine to him. Artemis taught him the hunt, and how to feed himself should he require it. Hephaestus taught him the forge, another way to bend his powers into beautiful and useful shapes. Apollo taught him medicine, how to heal himself if a fight went wrong. Athena taught him wisdom, and how to find one with unpleasant intentions.

Hades gave him the greatest gift of all.

In a small temple on the coast, a lone keeper watched over the altar of Hades. Devout in his care of the temple and his prayers to the god, Hades had been curious what this man had lost to cause him to be so pious to the God of the Underworld. Hades appeared to the man one night, as the keeper was finishing his evening prayer, and he asked. He asked what the man prayed for more than anything.

“The happiness in the afterlife of my wife and son,” the man answered, eyes awed, but tired, as if he had lost the life that once resided in them.

“What is your name, Keeper?” Hades asked of him, not unkindly, “And what were your wife and son called?”

“Lord Hades,” the man replied, “They call me a Ghost now, but once my name was Akakios. My beloved was Theodosia, and my son Midas.”

Hades knew then he was looking at the man who raised Dionysus’ golden son, the same one Pan had been searching for in an attempt to bring happiness back to his friend. Dionysus had never truly been a father to Midas. But Akakios had. And it was only right the boy was returned to his father.

“Devout Akakios,” Hades spoke, “I wish for you to meet someone. You have been praying to me for many years, and I wish to reward your selflessness. You cared not for your own gain, but for the souls you have lost. Come with me, Temple Keeper. And I will give you a gift.”

Akakios had no reason to deny his Lord, so he stood, approaching the God of the Underworld with the lack of hesitation reserved for men who welcomed death. Together, Hades whisked them away from the temple on the coast, to a grove surrounded by trees, the smell of earth as strong as the scent of sea salt had been before.

“Hades,” a voice called, “What do I owe the pleasure?”

Akakios never dreamed of meeting one God, let alone two, but before him stood a Satyr, flute in hand, a crown of leaves and flowers adorned his head. Pan, the god he once prayed to for the safety of his flock.

“I found him, Pan,” Hades said, gesturing to the man beside him, “You were correct, he did yet live. He’s been one of my most loyal followers, but he is here now. Pan, may I introduce you to Akakios.”

Pan seemed quite overjoyed to meet this mortal man, and it only confused Akakios more when the satyr…hugged him?

“Oh, he’ll be thrilled, Hades! He’s nearby, wait here!”

Akakios looked to his God for answers, but found nothing more than a kind smile.

“Pan!” Another man’s voice echoed through the clearing, “What is this about, my friend? I haven’t seen you this excited since the last revelry!”

The voice was so familiar, yet so different. Who was Pan leading back down the path?

Akakios’ breath left his lungs as a golden-eyed boy — no, man — followed Pan back into the grove. It couldn’t be, yet here he was, alive and breathing and looking at him like he had seen the ghost he had been called.

“Midas?”

“Father?”

“I hear you’re looking for him.”

The crew was no stranger to the black-clad figure in their living room. He had his own reputation, but seemed to exist only when he wished to exist. The city called him The Ghost, the specter in black with the blank white mask that haunted the streets.

Rumor also had it that he was Midas’ only priest.

“We are,” Geoff said, eyeing the figure warily, “But not for a favor.”

“No, you’re looking for him for personal reasons, I am aware,” The Ghost said, glancing out the windows overlooking Los Santos, “I know who you are and what he means to you. A friend, not a God. Something he desperately needed after so long alone.”

Jack cocked her head, “So you are connected to him.”

“You could say that, yes. I know you know how to contact him. One of you already has. But it will take more than gold and pleas for him to come back. He’s frightened.”

“Of us?” Fiona pipes up, brows burrowed in confusion, “Why?”

“Almost everyone who has ever known his true nature has turned on him. Used him for their own gain. Or, has cast him out, shown him hatred and distrust. He doesn’t want that with you. He cares too much; it’d kill him if you cast him aside.”

“I don’t care if he shits diamonds!” Geoff exclaimed, “He belongs here.”

The Ghost cocked his head, and they could almost sense he was smiling, as if they had passed some test of his when it came to Gavin. Maybe they had.

“Go to his altar. All of you. Bring your tributes. He cannot ignore a call from the altar; he refuses to. Tell him what he means to you. He will listen, but this may be your only chance to get him back.”

“What’s your angle?” Jeremy finally asked, arms crossed, “Why help us?”

The Ghost laughed, something soft in it, as he pulled off the mask, showing them a olive-skinned man with dark hair pulled back and sharp, clever steel-gray eyes assessing them, “I’m simply a concerned father, looking out for his son.”

Midas would run many, many times in his life. Whether from those with foul intentions or from lives run their course. But none were more important than when he ran from Dionysus that first time, Pan and his father by his side. He was a free man, now. Free to be who he wanted.

It wouldn’t be the last time he’d be Free.

He gained a reputation in the cities they passed through. He would set up a small stand, selling jewelry and golden trinkets. The nobles loved his work, but the peasants were the ones who praised him more. He would take the coin he earned and buy them food, buy them cloth, buy them whatever they needed. He never kept for himself. He, nor his father, nor his brother. They gave to those who couldn’t provide.

“We’ve been where you are,” they told them with sincere kindness, “If you ever are in need, pray to the one they call Midas. He will answer.”

Gods are only as strong as their following. And as Midas’ following grew, the stronger his power became. Everyone prayed for gold. But he wasn’t just the fledgling god of gold. No, he was more. God of the Outcasts. God of the Impoverished. For they coveted gold in the purest form. They only wanted to provide for themselves and those they loved.

So, while Midas charmed the nobles, he truly became a man, a God, of the poor.

Years would pass, and he would gain many names. He would become many men. He would help many more. He would learn at the greatest institutions, read the greatest literature, and see history unfold right before his eyes. The rise and fall of empires, the invention of wonderful and terrible things, religions growing and dying. He watched it all.

And beside him stood his friend — his brother in all but blood — Pan, now often called Daniel. And on his other side, bearing a gift from Hades himself, stood Akakios, his beloved father.

And he? Well he became fond of a certain English name. Gavin.

He was tired. Tired of hiding. Tired of trying to decide to run, only for his heart to bring him back. He was tired.

He was tired of lying to himself that he didn’t care anymore.

So when he got the call from his altar with a very familiar feeling, he wanted to ignore it. But, his promise always brought him back. Midas would always answer.

“Fiona,” he started, appearing in the alleyway without preamble, “I told you to forget-“

“Yeah, and I think she probably told you that wasn’t gonna fucking happen, Boi.”

Midas froze, taking in the nine people before him, staring at him, having called him here. They were all there. His crew. And on the altar was his own gold aviators, among gold trinkets he recognized. The crew loved calling him a magpie, always picking up something gold and shiny for them when he could. There sat his gifts to them. In a gift back to him.

“Midas,” another voice chimed in from behind him, and he didn’t have to look to know who it was, “Listen to them. They care more than your fear leads you to believe.”

“We miss you, buddy,” Geoff looked torn between reaching out for a hug or throttling him, and Midas’ heart ached for how normal that was, “Come home. I don’t care what magic shit you can do. You’re still our favorite dumbass that makes stupid bird noises and makes up words because you can.”

“I’m a God,” Midas choked out, “I’m not like you. I never should have been close. I never should have pretended.”

Lindsay smiled gently, their hand reaching out to him, “I’m sure even Gods need friends.”

“You…you really…don’t care?”

“I mean, we kinda would like an explanation, but for the superpower shit, not really. I mean, it was pretty fucking cool how you made goddamn statues of those guys,” Jeremy’s grin was lopsided and Midas could have hugged him too for how normal they all acted. It was as if nothing changed. Had anything changed? Well, yes, they knew the truth. They knew their Golden Boy was a Golden God.

But they didn’t care. And now he felt foolish for thinking they even would.

“Go home, Midas,” Akakios said quietly, “They’re as much your family as I am. Go home and be happy. You deserve it.”

Slowly, Midas stepped towards his crew, and they could see a change in him. Something different. Something more familiar.

Gavin Free had returned to his family. He had stopped running for the first time in a long, long time. And they were there to welcome him home with open arms.

#ragehappy #my fic #fahc #midas gavin

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cherrymangos · 6 years

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See, I’m a sucker for the angsty™ version of the Midas AU, but I also really like the version where he’s a piece of shit who doesn’t care

Please do not use my art without my permission! Ask first!

#Midas Gavin #Midas AU #FAHC #FACH Gavin #FAHC Golden Boy #Golden Boy #Golden Boy Gavin #The Golden Boy #Fake Achievement Hunter Crew #Fake AH Crew #Fake Achievement Hunter #Immortal Fake AH Crew #Digital Art #Fan Art #Art #Sketch #WIP #Silvestry's Art #Silvestry's Fan Art

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crithaus · 6 years

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YWYMMD strikes me as Midas!Gavin's theme song...

i love that song!!!!! i so agree!!!!

#midas gavin #fahc #fake ah crew #Anonymous

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cutec3 · 4 years

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Twink version of the alignment chart.

Which one are you?

Created by @cutec3 & @duamic at 5am ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Artist: @cutec3 https://patreon.com/CuteC3

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danildankovsky · 4 years

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PUMP YOUR VIENS WITH GUSHING GOLD

MIDAS FAHC GAVIN STIMBOARD 💛 💛 💛 💛 🖤 💛 💛 💛 💛

#fake ah crew #fahc #fake ah crew gavin #fahc gavin #midas #✨#☁️#in case the art credit link isnt working the artist is my good good friend: tenaclty

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the-optimistic-nerd · 4 years

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The scooter-board saga

#achievement hunter #gavin free #lindsay jones #ahwu #i feel like this episode was more chaotic than normal #please excuse the low quality #midas makes

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rainoftime3 · 4 years

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So I know I don’t do stuff of my own too much but I’m in a myth class and was reading about Midas!Gavin so I got a few ideas.

- He is beyond frugal, he gives things away constantly. He learned to never be greedy.

- Read a version of the myth of Midas where Dionysus removes the powers after Midas killed his daughter, do he got all of the torture and none of the reward.

Just two quick lil things

#fahc #immortal fahc #midas!gavin #gavin free

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crash-bang-boom · 5 years

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Dead as dicks but have a speedy FAHC Gav x

#fahc #fahc gavin #golden boy #midas #crashbangboom

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cool-loser · 5 years

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King Midas au

The curse of king Midas is well known, but it isn't just him who was cursed with the golden touch

When Gavin turned 18 when he discovered everything he touched turned to gold. He left his family and wound up in Las Santos and came across a crew that took him in and didn't question the gloves he wore cause they wore the same thing

Geoff learned in his 20s that everything he touched turned to ash, he left his family fearing their safety. It took years for him to find gloves that don't disintegrate when he wears them. After ending up in Las Santos, he ended up finding more people with similar gloves

Jack was the first person who met Geoff when he came to the city. He learned about his ability at 20 and at first he didn't notice, he just assumed he had a green thumb. Until he turned his bed into a bush. He wears a pair of garden gloves that are covard in moss

Michael learned when he was 18, its pretty easy to notice when everything you touch burns, he accidently set his house on fire and ran off ending up in Las Santos, the gloves he wears are always smoldering at least a little

Lindsay learned when she was 18 that everything she touched blew up like a firecracker. Scared the shit out of her when she first did it now she wears gloves that pop every time she snaps

Jeremy was 17 when he realised everything he touched swap colours. He wasn't two freaked out by it, more mildly confused. He wears a pair of mismatched gloves that seem to swap everyday

Ryan learned when he was 19 that everyone he touches dies. It helps with his mercenary work, he wears fingerless gloves on his missions and a pair of leather gloves when they not

Matt learned when he was 17, and his game controller turned to a pile of sugar. It's part of why he eats so much sweets they don't disintegrate when he touched them. He wears a pair gloves when he's not eating though

Trevor was 17 when everything he touched turned silver, he ran to Las Santos afraid scientist would find him. He met up with Matt and Jeremy creating an odd crew of sorts. He wears a pair of silver gloves

Fiona learned when she was 16 that everything she touched froze like ice. You'd think shed be cold but she says she always feels hot. Half the time shed doesn't bother with gloves unless she has to meet someone or pet her dog so she doesn't give them frost bite

Alfredo is the only one who doesn't need gloves, its part of the reason he handles the more delicate jobs. When he first joined the crew he thought it was just a calling card or something

#fahc geoff #fahc trevor #fahc jack #fahc ryan #fahc gavin #fahc #fahc michael #fahc midas au #fahc matt #fahc fiona #fahc fic #fahc alfredo #based on off topic 178 #achievement hunter

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strifesolution · 5 years

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me, someone who barely watched/watches skydoesminecraft: here’s a bunch of aus and headcanons about him

#anyways whos ready for more minecraft crossover art? no? too bad!#Get ready for sun god!solar queen gavin blessing sky as his champion #ft midas touch sky and eyes made of literal gold

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writerleo86 · 2 years

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Terravenger - Season 5: Part One - Episode 395 (Do Not Copy)

During the fight between two students from the separate nations, something fell before the fighters. The background of the arena quickly returned along with the questioning attendants. And everyone including Tai and Siro had spotted this being.

It was a male humanoid child with light-blue skin, gloomy black eyes, and a frail body. The child had a small mechanical device implanted on the top of his eyebrow. He wore black bottoms that lowered to his ankles. And the back of each hand had a small implant as well.

In the Waiting Room, every commander along with Mercury spotted the newcomer on the large screen floating before them. They had seen the humanoid child lift up his head and give out a wicked smile.

"No!" cried Beau. "Not them! And at a time like this?"

"What is that?" asked Koel.

Everyone at the arena quickly stood up as they found a swarm of being that looked similar to the child floating in the sky.

The sponsor of the Exams -- Titania Panel -- rose from her seat as well.

And she softly called "By the gods!"

Her partner Martin Redbourne stood up and cried "Impossible! These people have arrived?"

At the front of the center section, the group led by Greg Griffin rose to their battle stances as Susanna hid behind her husband.

"After all these years?" questioned Greg. "They have appeared? And here?"

At the middle of the arena's sections, Jonny Griffin stood with his arms down as he found the swarm of cyborgs in the sky.

Jonny asked with no emotion "What are they?"

The swarm of emotionless beings flew directly toward the arena. The calm Panel placed her palms forward which summoned then small crystals made with a bright white light.

Panel soon called out "Sephiroth's Gift!"

The crystals blew toward the top of the arena. And the crystals together formed a large sphere made of the great light which blocked the evil beings from flying further.

After folding her left arm behind her, Panel brought forth a medium sphere of the same energy from her right palm.

"Magnamcrucem!" She called.

And the emotionless admiral shot a long beam from her energy sphere to destroy many of the cyborgs.

Someone else appeared before the other wicked beings. A fiery orange aura rose from the body of the other admirals, Martin Redbourne. And he began attacking many cyborgs using a barrage of punches.

"Ignisavis Verberare!" He shouted.

Episode 395: The Arrival -- Invading Terravenger

Three weeks later, no civilian had walked outside of their homes in either of the cities on Planet Terravenger. And armies of the machines had flown by groups through the sky in every nation.

At the top of the Marion Library, an army of Midas soldiers had fought with many of the cyborgs while the civilians inside the building had escaped from the doors below.

The army was led by their lieutenants, Victoria Sidney. She had her blond hair out as she wore black eyeliner and red lipstick. She had on a blue tailcoat with yellow linings underneath a black top. She also had on a pair of white gloves and burgundy boots. And her MAF badge was placed on the left side of the black top;.

She whirled her body around as fast as a tornado. And she formed a large globe of silver wind which blew away many of the intruders.

"Wind Release!" She called. "Heaven's Rotation!"

Once she stopped spinning, another of the cybernetic beings jumped toward the lieutenant. But Victoria was saved by a newcomer who froze the entire body of the cyborg.

Victoria soon found her savior walking to her left side.

It was her loyal husband -- the officer Gavin Deorceage. He wore the standard navy-blue jacket with a gray shirt underneath that had colored designs on the long sleeves. He had on a pair of black pants with protective pads on his knees and ankles. He also had on a pair of short dark-brown boots. And his MAF badge was placed on the front left side of the jacket.

Gavin using only his right point-finger kept his target suspended before her. Then Victoria blew her right palm which emitted a small plate of red fire to destroy the cyborg.

"Fire Release!" She called. "Parting Wave!"

At the front of the flower store called Fenmore's, a few civilians ran off as another army of the cyborgs were attacked by the small team made of Akari Mido, Jade Fenmore, and her mother Maya.

Maya had on black eyeliner and peach lipstick. And her long dark hair was made into a large high bun. She wore a sleeveless brown skirt with a small black leaf surrounded by silver printed on the bottom right side. She had a pair of tight green pants that lowered to her knees. And she wore a pair of brown sandals.

Akari wore black eyeliner and pink lipstick. And her long dark hair was worn out. She had on a long white skirt with long sleeves and a yellow star covered by blue at the right side of the waist. She also had on a pair of tight khaki jeans. And she wore a pair of short black boots.

Jade had her long red hair out along with black eyeliner, purple eye-shadow, and red lipstick. She wore a sleeveless black blouse that showed her waist and a short green skirt. She also had on a pair of black leggings. And she wore a pair of black slippers with flat heels.

Maya placed her hands onto the grass by the sidewalk. Lots of vines soon rose from the ground and wrapped the legs of many cyborgs.

Meanwhile, Akari fought more of the cyborgs using a a barrage of chops and kicks as she moved around using cartwheels, pirouettes, and spins. She soon crouched into a phoenix-like stance and struck the last of her attackers using a front Right Palm Strike which was covered in her fiery green light.

"Emerarudo Tori no Ken!" She called.

Jade who stood behind the had fired a barrage of razor-like leaves from her hands that were surrounded by a large green cloud.

"Demeter's Might!" She yelled.

And the projectile destroyed the cyborgs flying toward her one-by-one.

At the center of Smith Park, the children and their parents hid behind two more students from the Midas Academy.

The person standing at the right side was the enraged Clay Wilcox. He wore a red shirt with thin black lines that were vertical. And he had long black sleeves. He had a pair of tight light-blue jeans and brown Cowboy-boots. And his MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

He sent his small buddy of clay named Bob to fight some of them. And Clay blew a barrage of white bullets from his mouth at the other enemies.

Meanwhile, his partner remained at the other side. It was the young genius, Dilan Carr. He wore a green tee-shirt, long khaki jeans, black socks, and brown shoes.

Dilan punched the ground using his right fist. And the entire area shook which forced the enemies at his right side to lowered to their knees.

Then the machines were each ran over by the speedy youth, Cheetah. He wore a long-sleeved tan shirt which had small black spots on each shoulder. He had on a pair of tight gray jeans with two black belts. And he had on a pair of brown boots.

At a parking lot in front of Q-Z Mart, many of the customers had attacked more of the cyborgs using various weapons from inside the store.

Sitting at the center of the angry mob was the student Colby Fox healing an injured man using a green light surrounding his hands. He wore a brown shirt with folded gray sleeves and a gray collar. He had on a pair of long white jeans and brown boots. And he had on his black reading glasses.

He continued to heal the chest of the ailing civilian as two of the menaces made their way into the circle of the mob. Once Colby spotted them, the pair of enemies had smashed against each other.

The heads of many cyborgs that ran toward the front of the mob were crushed as if they were hit by hammers. And Colby spotted someone walking toward the area.

It was the elder Jonny Griffin with his right finger pointing forward. He wore a black undershirt, leathered black pants, and black boots. He also had on a silver necklace that had a silver ring at the center. And he wore an opened jacket that was made of black leather.

The younger Colby greeted with a relieved smile. Then he spotted another student floating from the dark sky.

It was Jonny's sister Laura. She had on black eyeliner and pale-violet lipstick. And her long blond hair was down. She had on a pale-violet blouse with long sleeves, tight pants made of black leather, and short black boots with flat heels.

As her brother pushed away many of the enemies using telekinesis, Laura flung her left hand forward which glowed a purple light. A small portion of purple wind blew more of the cyborgs away from the fighting civilians.

After that, the girl found another set of the enemies marching toward to her left side. So she flicked her right fingers which turned the cyborgs at the front to statues that stood still. Then she pushed back her right hand which summoned long black string that wrapped around the upcoming cyborgs.

"Black Silk Possession!" She called.

Inside the Principal's Office at the Midas Academy, one student emerged from underneath the ground and faced the commander Beau Ravenstone who stood behind his large desk.

Beau wore a long white top with a thick white belt and a blue coat with golden pads on his shoulders. He also had on a pair of black pants and short black boots. And his MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his coat.

The loyal student was a boy with light skin, brown eyes, and short dark hair. He wore a black shirt underneath a black top with long sleeves. By each shoulder was an upside-down silver triangle. The top also had a silver V-neck along with silver designs on the chest area. He also had on a pair of black leggings that had a thin silver line coming down at each corner. He had on a pair of short black boots. And he had on a thick silver belt with a golden MAF badge as its buckle.

The boy reported "Black and I along with the soldiers had rescued the civilians from cyborgs at the Hyperion Motel. And we took the civilians to the hospital. There were a few injured, but none dead."

Beau shook his head and responded "Well done, Douglas. A small number of the citizens from the hotel may have gotten hurt during your run-in with these enemies. But that was better than the worse outcome."

The boy lowered his head and told his commander "I just wish I came back with better news."

"Don't be hard on yourself Trip," Beau replied. "Things like this can happen. We just have to learn from our mistakes and adapt. You know, be better prepared next time."

Trip lifted up his head and gave a relieved smile. Meanwhile, someone began knocking on the door from the outside.

"Come in!" yelled Beau.

The door opened and the person entered the room.

"What happened?" asked Beau.

It was the seer known as Alexis Sanyo. The tops of her long brown hair were tied into two tails. And the other parts of her hair were down. She had on black eyeliner and dark-violet lipstick. She woe an outfit with light-gray at the bottom while brown was at the top with long sleeves. And her shoulders were covered with white fur attached to the top. She also had on tight brown pants, a thin black belt with her MAF badge as a buckle. And she wore a pair of long dark-brown boots with flat heels.

The golden-skinned woman walked toward the front of her leader's desk. And she gave her report.

"So far, there is one survivor. But we must hurry. He is dying at the edge of Pelican City."

Beau said "I will send soldiers to retrieve the person at once."

"I shall go instead," Alexis informed him. "I can save him. I will need to Seer along for backup however. This must be done in a certain manner before this particular person returns to us."

Beau sat on his chair and thought to himself for a moment.

Then the commander asked "Who is the soldier you and Chan will be rescuing?"

A calm Alexis shook her head and called out the name "Tiger."

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tiikeria · 3 years

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Patron of the Poor, Protector of Outcasts

Title: Patron of the Poor, Protector of Outcasts Ship(s): None Rating: T Warning(s): Language Words: 1,874 words Summary: “I am Midas, God of Gold. Patron of the Poor and Protector of Outcasts. Wherever poverty and the downtrodden go, I’m needed. And Los Santos was full of it.” Notes: Huh. Two fics in two weeks? Am I feeling okay? I also have a third planned, and my lovely co-creator Pchew has one going as well. We like this AU bit too much. Anyway, enjoy!

Gavin didn’t like showing off what he could do. The more you played close to yourself, the more people underestimated you. That’s how he got such a reputation as a bumbling idiot. No one suspected the dumb one to swindle you out of everything, now did they?

But something was endearing about the childlike wonder Michael and Jeremy watched him with when he used his powers. Even the smallest thing seemed to capture their attention. His fellow Lads were so curious about what he could do, and, honestly, it was refreshing. Normally people regarded the gold from his hands with distrust and fear.

“So, what can you make?” Jeremy asked one afternoon, a lazy Sunday playing games and just enjoying each other’s company, “I mean, with the gold. Like, can you shape it, or is it just a flood, like before?”

Michael snorted, putting down his controller, “Jeremy just wants to know if you can make him a golden Spyro.”

“I do not!”

Gavin laughed, but produced the aforementioned dragon in his palm, shining brilliantly in the afternoon sun, “Shame, that, because I happen to have one, yeah?”

Jeremy’s pure joy and awe almost made him blush, “Okay, I do really want a golden Spyro, holy shit that is so fucking cool.”

“You think everything Spyro is cool, though.”

“I’m a simple man,” Jeremy stated, still staring longingly at the golden figure in Gavin’s hand, “I see Spyro, I’m happy. Same thing with whiskey.”

Giggles erupt from Gavin’s lips as he tosses the dragon to Jeremy, “Sorry, I can’t make golden whiskey. That’ll have to do.”

Michael huffs as Jeremy cradles his new toy like a father cradles a newborn, “What about me? What do I get? How dare you gift this schmuck something before you gift your Boi something! Does Boiship mean nothing to you, anymore!?”

“Michael, no, Michael!” More laughter bubbled from Gavin’s chest, “You’re my Boi, Michael! Jeremy’s my Lil J, but you’re my Boi! I have something for you, yeah? How about this?”

Gavin makes a show of it since he had their undivided attention, and because he could without the worry of scaring them. With a flourish, he presents Michael with a small, blocky, golden sword. Michael pretends to not be impressed, but Gavin can see the awe and joy in Michael’s eyes.

“Gold swords are for chumps, Boi!”

Gavin pretends to be offended, all part of the games they all play with each other, “I don’t bloody shit diamonds, Michael! But if you get me some, I might be persuaded to give you an upgrade.”

“You can do that?!” Jeremy perks up from where he had been admiring his little Spyro, “You can make diamond swords?”

“Well,” Gavin hums, “I can make swords. I’m sure making one out of diamonds isn’t impossible, yeah? Just have to figure it out. We could make a day of it, lads! I could teach you how to be smithies, just like I used to in the 1800s!”

“I always forget how fucking old you are,” Michael shakes his head, “I mean, you talk about the 1800s like it was last fucking year.”

“I’m only 3000 years old or summat. That’s nothing compared to other Gods!”

“‘Only 3000,’” Michael mocked in a high, squeaky, British accent, ignoring Gavin’s whines to stop being a “smegpot.” Jeremy laughed in turn at Gavin’s pout, but not unkindly, “You old ass Greek fuck.”

“If you’re Greek,” Jeremy giggled, “Why the fuck are you British?”

“What? What do you mean, ‘why am I British?’”

Jeremy throws his hands up in the air, “You were born in Ancient Greece. You lived in Ancient Greece for a long fucking time. You’ve lived in the US for a few decades. So why the fuck did you decide to be British?”

“Because I lived in the British Isles for over a century, Jeremy! I came over with the Romans and never bloody well left! I’m probably more British than Greek anymore, yeah?”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“That’s not how you work,” Gavin grumbles petulantly, earning him a snort from the two other Lads.

“So you’re fake British. What the fuck made you come to Los Santos of all places? I mean, you went from European shithole to American super shithole.”

Gavin stretches out on the white sectional that took up most of the Fakes’ living room, sun streaming in the floor to ceiling windows making his skin look more golden than it really was. Jeremy and Michael settle down similarly, the quiet music from their abandoned game the only other sound in the room as Gavin collected his thoughts.

“Now that’s a question, innit?” He finally says, leveling them with a lopsided smile, “You know I’m God of Gold, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jeremy instantly answers, to which Gavin hums.

“That’s not all I’m God of. Most gods have other domains as well, like Artemis being Goddess of the Hunt, but also of Childbirth. Or Apollo being God of Medicine as well as Music and Prophesy. I also have other domains.

“Akakios contacted me a few decades ago, about 40 years, really, and said he found a city that needed me. He had been living in the States for quite a while at that point, from the Northeast to the South to the Midwest. Everywhere, yeah? But he had never said that about any of the cities he visited. So, I knew he had to be serious to even consider that a city needed my help.”

Both Michael and Jeremy watch Gavin closely as Gavin turns to look out over the city through the windows. Eventually, when Gavin didn’t start up again, Michael piped up, “So what else are you God of that made it so you could help Los Santos?”

Gavin smiled softly, “I am Midas, God of Gold. Patron of the Poor and Protector of Outcasts. Wherever poverty and the downtrodden go, I’m needed. And Los Santos was full of it. Corruption was even worse than it is now. At least 80% of the population was below the poverty level. Almost 30% were homeless. Kios saw these people and knew I could help them somehow. So, I boarded the next flight from London and got to work.”

“Jesus,” Jeremy breathed, “You fixed Los Santos?”

“I still am, yeah? Until these people no longer pray to me, I’m needed.”

The three were quiet for a moment, as Gavin watched the sun dip lower in the sky out the windows, buildings glinting in the late afternoon sun like steel and glass gemstones. He still had so much work to do to get Los Santos to where he’d be happy leaving it. So many were still born into poverty. Too many homeless and alone. He did what he could, but he was one God against a society that didn’t care.

Gavin started when Michael finally spoke, the tone in his voice leaving no room for argument. Gavin knew that tone very well. Michael had made up his mind about something and wasn’t about to be swayed.

“So, what can we do to help clean up the shit?”

“I…what?”

“You heard me. How can the crew help? We have more money than sense anymore. And most of us grew up in lower-class dumps like Los Santos. Hell, Fiona was raised here. I’ve been on the streets, and it sucks major doo doo. So, how can we help you make this place a level above a turd?”

Gavin felt a swell of emotion for his Boi, that extended to Jeremy when he saw him nod in agreement. Both of them were watching him in rapt attention as if soldiers waiting on their orders. And Gavin…well, Gavin knew exactly what they could do. A grin curled on his lips as he pulled out his phone to call a crew meeting.

“Boys…I think we need a heist.”

A few weeks later, the news would tell a peculiar tale. Someone had broken into dozens of homes of wealthy Los Santos citizens, all in one night. Nothing was taken but the clothes in their closets, and the food in their cupboards.

Meanwhile, every legitimate shelter in Los Santos, homeless camps, and charities received an anonymous donation of clothes and food. The only note was emblazoned with a green duck and written in gold ink.

Enjoy your donations. Make sure they’re used. We’ll be watching over you.

Of course, this didn’t make the news. Stories of the lower class never did. But that was just fine for the culprits; they didn’t do it for the fame or the fortune. No, they did it for the people. The people of their city.

It took a while before the police caught on to what the crew was doing. Sure, they still hit banks, but the majority of the stolen notes would end up funding an after-school program for at-risk youth. Expensive items would go missing, only to end up at a charity auction for a women’s center. And those few good officers saw what the crew was trying to accomplish. For the first time, the Fakes had allies in the LSPD; not many, but it was a start.

And the crew themselves seemed to have a new spark. Excitement in the air when they all sat down to plan the next heist, with the next recipient of their Robin Hooding. Jack heisted for a Children’s Hospital and they ended up with a small green duck on the new mural for the playground at the hospital’s campus. Geoff bolstered local AA and addiction groups, giving them the resources they needed to reach more people. Jeremy and Michael worked together to create boxing and wrestling programs for low-income kids. Matt and Trevor created STEM programs. Fiona worked on LBGT programs. Lindsay was adamant about helping the animals of Los Santos.

They all had their niche. And, together, they did their best to make good in the city.

Gavin was overjoyed, to say the least. To see the people he cared about the most helping him make the city a better place was everything he had ever hoped for. He still got prayers daily, almost hourly, but they were coming less as people had more places to turn for help. Of course, he would always answer the call, if needed, but he could finally relax after 40 years of doing everything he could to raise the city from its rough beginnings.

And he started to see a shift in the people as well. They were helping each other, raising each other from where they had fallen. Injustice was being spoken out against. Marches were organized for victims of senseless violence. People were donating more of their time and money to helping those around them. Gang wars turned into alliances against corruption. Ballas and Vagos worked side-by-side on cleaning up the rec center that bordered their territories. The Families extended protection to those too weak to fight for themselves, with no payment needed. Even Madrazo’s Cartel could be seen handing out food and blankets to the homeless.

Something had changed. Something had shifted.

Maybe there was still hope for Los Santos after all.

#fake ah crew #my fic #fake ah jeremy #fake ah gavin #fake ah michael #midas gavin #fahc #ragehappy

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ganglylimbs · 6 years

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Golden Waste

Summary: Gavin has been trying to right a wrong for centuries now. He's been alone for that long. But one invitation to a mix match crew may change the view he has of the world.

Notes: The ever popular Midas! Gavin with various demi-god crew members. There's no pairing per say but I did write it with the mindset of pre-freewood, so take that what you will.

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When you kill your daughter, the first thing you do is change your name. Then you get on a boat and leave. You never look back. With your greed, you’ve taken the fall, the drop, and all you can do is hope. Hope that the ground is soft when you reach it.

Gavin steps into the vault. It is big and cold and dusty. A hole has been blown in one of the sides. He takes his time, searching for safety deposit box 21AA. He hums as he walks. If he felt like it, he would have sung loud and clear, let his voice bounce around the vault and out the hallway. There was no one there, after all, but him. Instead, he listened to the sound of his footsteps clicking against the concrete floors.

21AA looks like the rest of the safety deposit boxes, the only difference being that while the rest have been thrown open, this one is still tightly closed. Gavin stares at it for a long moment. He hates having to do these kinds of things. Hates moving. But it is time.

Los Santos is big, a place where Gavin had felt, once upon a time, that he could get lost in. Thousands of people crammed into one area, a grimy city succumbing to the high crime rates. There isn’t a day that went by that sirens didn’t constantly wail, a police force spread thin as they zip up and down the roads. The buildings are tall and imposing, gray as the sky on most days, the people are suspicious of every little move from fellow citizens. Almost everyone deals in blood of some sort and the whole city is held together by the rich and powerful crime lords that ran everything in the shadows.

Unfortunately for Gavin, it is more profitable for children to learn their lessons on the streets, which makes for poor school attendance. The Los Santos school district can’t afford to keep him working. No one wants to learn from history anymore. But Gavin figures that this is a sign. He’s lived here too long (a hundred years now, far longer than he had dared anywhere else).

This bank had been leveled the other day, a bank robbery gone right, taken down in a blast of explosion. The lobby is destroyed, and everything inside is taken. But 21AA has been left closed. It is mostly undamaged, except for scratches along the lock, where someone had tried to pry it open. At least he knows that his security measure still works. No one but him can get this door open.

Gavin takes off one of his gloves, letting the golden thing fall to the floor. With only the slightest hesitance, Gavin places his hand on the lock. At his touch, the lock begins to turn gold. It is slow going, smooth lines of gold creeping their way across the steel surface. Gavin steps back and watches. The gold spreads like flowing water, uncontainable as it engulfs the safety deposit box, and then keeps going. From experience, Gavin knows it won’t stop till the vault is covered. If he really wills it, it can spread to the entire building.

But Gavin isn’t here for that. He opens the box. Inside are papers, golden too though they had been gold long before this. Papers Gavin had gathered throughout his lifetime. Passports and identities, a few coins. Some photographs. A map and a letter. Everything that reminds Gavin about the hell he continues to live.

“Man, you’re a sad looking guy.”

Gavin whips around. In the doorway of the vault stands a man done up in a suit. He has shaggy black hair and sleepy brown eyes stare back at him. He is leaning against the vault, relaxed. Behind him stands another man, this one much taller and broader than the first. This one is dressed in leather, his muscular arms are crossed in front of his chest, his blond hair is pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes are two different colors. One green. One blue. While the man in the suit is smiling, the muscular man is scowling, lips pull back to show off his teeth.

Gavin takes a step back, eyes glancing to the side where the gold is still creeping across. Memories play in his head. People screaming, beatings, burning at the stake. No one reacts well when they realize what he can do.

The suited man chuckles. “Relax. I already know.” He tilts his head. “We’ve been watching you.”

Gavin finds his voice. “Well. That doesn’t sound ominous at all.”

That gets him another chuckle. The man pushes off the wall, strolling towards Gavin, hands in his pocket. “My name is Geoff. Geoff Ramsey.”

Gavin freezes. Ramsey. Fuck. No meeting with Ramsey ends well for anyone. He swallows. “Gavin Free.”

Geoff nods. “See. We can be civil.” Gavin isn’t so sure that the gang leader has a civil bone in his body, but he isn’t about to say that. “So. Gavin.” His name is said mockingly. “I have a proposition for you.”

Gavin has a pretty good idea where this is going. “I’ll turn whatever you want to gold, enough to tide you over, but I have a plane to catch tomorrow. And I would really like to be on it.” He pauses for a moment. “Please?” Never hurts to use manners.

Geoff throws his head back, his howling laughter echoing around them. Gavin can hear the soft huffing laugh of the other man too. Gavin shivers at the sound. When Geoff looks at him again, his eyes are green, shinny in the dimming light. “I don’t want your gold. I’m offering you a job, Free.” He smiles wide, sharp teeth bared. “Or should I call you Midas?”

No one ever thinks about the fall when they wish to fly. You suppose there might be some freedom to it, but all you are aware of is the fear curling in your gut as the wind goes flying past. You can’t stop. Your arms are flailing, your legs are kicking. But there are is no stopping. Not till you go splat.

Gavin slinks through the penthouse he had been dragged too. A few weeks here and he still doesn’t feel that comfortable. The rest of the gang is nice, he supposes. You know, for a criminal syndicate that thrives on violence and chaos. Jack, the second in command, is friendly. Michael isn’t but is polite enough for a guy that likes to blow up stuff. Jeremy is curious, and Ray stays out of his way. Ryan, the muscular man that held guard at the bank with Geoff, is as silent as ever. It’s Geoff who pushes the interactions.

He doesn’t’ seem to get that a closed door means do not enter. He probably doesn’t as locks don’t seem to deter him. He just pops into Gavin’s room and starts talking.

“Hey, which do you do like more; chocolate or vanilla?”

“I hate both. Get out.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Gold. Obviously.”

“There’s no need to be sarcastic.” Geoff pouts at him. “Come on. You’ve been moping around long enough. Get a little lively here.”

Gavin brushes him off and goes to get something to drink. Geoff follows.

“You know, you haven’t taken your gloves off the entire time. Afraid of something?”

“Unless you want your whole place to turn gold, they stay on.”

“That would be pretty cool.”

Gavin doesn’t have an answer for that.

The rest of the gang is in the living room. Their chatter stops when Gavin appears. Gavin stands straight, sets his shoulders back and keeps his chin up. He can feel their eyes on him but does not turn. Geoff is close on his heels.

“How about dinner? I haven’t seen you eat anything since you got here.”

“I don’t eat.” It’s been a long time since he last had a meal-he thinks of the rations he snuck, deep in the trenches as the war went on around him. There’s nothing to food anymore that appeals to him. It is all very hollow.

“You’re kidding.” Geoff frowns at him. “Well, no wonder you’re such a grouch.” He bypasses Gavin, going deeper into the kitchen. Gavin watches, sipping on his cup of water, as Geoff starts to bring out pans. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ryan get up and leave. The others are still staring at him.

“What are you doing?” Gavin asks the room.

“I’m going to cook you a feast”

“Why?” Didn’t Gavin just tell him that he didn’t eat?

“I wouldn’t turn down Geoff’s cooking,” Jeremy advises from the couch. “It’s legendary.”

Gavin frowns at him before turning around. He starts to leave. “It’d be a waste of effort. I’m not eating it.”

Geoff snaps his fingers and Gavin falls to the floor. His legs feel weak, like newborn deer, and Gavin struggles to pick himself up. Geoff passes him, running his hand through Gavin’s hair. “See? You need to eat. Rebuild your strength.” Gavin can hear the smirk in Geoff’s voice.

Gavin scowls after him and refuses the help the others try to give him. He forgets, sometimes that no one in the room is exactly human. He crawls his way to the couch, at the farthest point from the others, in time for Ryan to arrive back with a large piece of meat. He sets it on the counter. Geoff and he set to work on it.

Gavin takes the time to observe the others. Jack has taken the form of a woman today, though they kept the beard of the man they were yesterday. They talk to Ray, who stays slouched and unblinking the entire time. Next to them, Michael and Jeremy talk, their language unknown. It’s deep and forbidding, like thunder made into words. Their voices hold a melody to them though that Gavin finds soothing.

When dinner is ready, and the table set, Gavin finds he can walk again. He does not embarrass himself by trying to run away. Instead, he takes a seat, back straight and chin high. The others are talking, about their day, about the news and Gavin reminds himself that this is the most feared gang in the city, pretending to be domestic. For the most part, he pushes his food around the plate.

It’s pork, cooked so tender, and potatoes. Gavin thinks again of his last meal-the rations, the trenches, how his toes had started to turn black, and the next second when a bomb goes off and for one blissful second he hadn’t existed anymore. He stares at the plate. His mouth remembers the taste of mud and death and blood and the dry hard rations. Hesitating for only a second longer, he takes a bite.

It’s overwhelming at first. His taste buds are screaming and his stomach cramps. But he forces it down and looks up. Meets Geoff’s eye.

Neither of them mentions that by the end, Gavin’s plate is completely clean.

“Get your coat. You are coming with us.”

Gavin knows an order when he hears one. He doesn’t disobey because he’s pretty sure Michael can break him in half.

They drive to meet Ray and Jeremy, miles outside the city, in an empty field. There are logs piled up, the two dowsing them in gasoline. At Gavin’s questioning look, Michael tells him “We’re going to have a bonfire. Maybe tell ghost stories.”

The fire burns brightly into the night. Michael and Jeremy do most of the talking. It’s clear to Gavin that Ray runs on his own time. Once, Michael had asked him a question and it took the other man five minutes to respond. Michael hadn’t seem put out by it.

Michael and Jeremy tell stories of a wild youth. Their voices take on a particular note, their eyes glaze over. They touch at old scars.

Gavin can’t help but tell a few of his own.

It’s Ray that asks. “I never see you use your gift.”

Gavin startles. Then he scowls. “That’s because it’s not a gift. Only a curse.”

Michael takes over questioning as Ray takes that in. He shrugs. “I guess it depends on how you look at it, yeah?”

Gavin turns his scowl towards him. “How can I look at it any other way?”

“You turn things to gold. What’s not to like about that?”

“I can no longer hold anything in my hand. Anything soft turns hard. Anything hot turns cold. I dare not hold another person. I’m forever stuck looking at gold .” Gavin spits out that last part.

Michael and Jeremy look at each other. “And?” Jeremy asks.

“And what?”

“Well, what are you doing about it?”

Gavin blinks at them. “Doing about it?”

“Yeah. You hate it so much, right? What are doing to get rid of it?”

Gavin takes a moment to think about that. “The Gods placed this curse on me for my greed. If I can prove I have changed, then maybe they will take it away.”

“And how’s that been going for you?”

Gavin draws his knees up to his chest. “Obviously, I haven’t tried hard enough.”

“Or maybe you’re trying too hard.” Jeremy shrugs.

Gavin has no answer to that. He stares into the fire as the two go back to talking. He looks over at Ray, who is staring at him, eyes completely black.

“Is there a difference between a curse and a gift?” He asks.

Gavin turns away from him.

Jack is standing outside his door. They’re a young child and when Gavin looks closer, he can see wrinkles around their eyes and mouth. There are gray hairs mixed in with the black.

He likes Jack. They don’t push him and can tell when he’s had enough, helping him escape the others when he wants to be alone. They smile at Gavin and wave him out of his room. “The others are out at on deal. Ray went back to his realm to deal with some things. Want to play some games?” They tilt their childlike head and give Gavin a wide smile.

Gavin follows them.

There is a game console set up in the living room, a racing game on the screen. Set around them are chips and soda. “It’ll be like a party.” Jack claps their hands.

Jack absolutely kicks Gavin’s butt at the game. And in the next. And in the next. “Wow, you suck at this.” They comment, after winning once again.

Gavin sighs, placing his controller down. “Yeah. It’s been forever since I played…well any sort of game.”

“What have you been doing all this time?” Jack wonders.

“I haven’t really had time to do anything of that sort,” Gavin said.

“Why?”

“Well, the curse-“

“Has done what?” Jack breaks in. “It turns things you touch to gold. How does that affect your ability to have fun?”

Gavin opens his mouth. Then closes it. He looks down at the controller. “I’ve been busy.” He finally answers.

“Too busy to have fun? What a life that must be.” Jack replies. They sip at some soda, watching Gavin.

Gavin just stares back, hopelessly.

There are three Ryans that Gavin knows of. One has blue eyes. Blue-eyed Ryan likes to stick close to the crew, looming over them. Watching. When Gavin mentioned it once to Michael, Michael told him it was an old habit of Ryan’s.

“He likes to protect things.”

Green-eyed Ryan is chatty. He talks about computers and likes to drink Diet Coke. He stays a safe distance away from Gavin, talking to him over countertops or with furniture between them.

Red-eye Ryan scares him. He saw red-eye put a bullet between someone’s eyes and stick a knife at the base of someone else’s spine.

Gavin can’t help but watch Ryan switch between the three. Red turns to green then bleeds to blue before turning back to red. They all must get their opinion in.

Ryan also likes to sleep outside Gavin’s door. Gavin had assured him, after the first time, that Gavin wasn’t going anywhere. Ryan had just stared at him with blue eyes. Gavin brings it up with Geoff. Geoff just pats him on the shoulder and tells him that means Ryan likes him.

Ryan makes sure that Gavin continues to eat, shoving plates in his face and not leaving till he feels that Gavin had eaten enough. When he is green-eye Ryan, he will read out loud. His voice is smooth. The books he read are long, things Gavin had never read himself. There had never been enough time.

Gavin doesn’t usually go on heists or deals. It feels wrong. To be spending all this time trying to right a wrong and here he is, stepping in line with criminals. He refuses the gun they try to give the first few times. But after almost being shot, he takes it, promising himself he will never use it unless for self-defense.

But sometimes he does go and just watch them work. Jack is great at getting into places-of course they are, they can be everyone. Jeremy carries a club like it’s the only weapon he needs and really, when he swings and the force of it plows through concrete like butter, it probably is. Michael and Ryan are there, raining down bullets or standing menacingly in the back.

Geoff is the one orchestrating it all.

Once at a deal, when they had been negotiating with a wannabe drug dealer, trying to decide if he would be allowed to sell on their turf, Gavin noted the way that Michael and Ryan would look at Geoff before talking. Little side glances. Geoff had been in the back, lent against a wall, half covered in shadows. He would tilt his head from time to time, some secret code that meant something to the others. His eyes never left the increasingly agitated dealer. Gavin watched him watch the dealer, watched as Geoff pulled his gun before the dealer could reach for his and shot at the man’s hand. He watched the way Geoff just grinned and shrugged, leaving the dealer to Ryan and Michael to do with as they please.

The third time Gavin goes with them to a heist, he stands in the corner and watches as everything goes wrong. The teller presses the button before they can stop her. They can’t get the money fast enough. Cops are busting down the door, civilians are running around, and they can’t get anyone under control.

He watches an officer gun down Jack. He moves forward, ungloves one of his hands and touches the officer’s shoulder. The man had had his back turned towards him, but he spins around upon Gavin’s touch. He brings his gun up and Gavin can see the fear in his eyes. But the gold works faster. It spreads from his shoulder and up his neck. The man screams, dropping his gun in favor of reaching up to scratch at his neck, fingernails scraping across the gold.

Gavin stumbles backward, watching with wide eyes as the gold overtakes the man. A young girl flashes across his vision, pleading for her father to make it stop. His hands are trembling heart pumping. His breath is coming in short.

“Father, father, stop!”

But he can’t stop it. Never could. And it twists his stomach, sends tears to his eyes.

Everything has gone silent. Gavin isn’t sure what was going on with the others, if they have stopped shooting or if everything is still descending into chaos. He doesn’t really care. Just watches the man before him be forever froze in gold.

He reaches down to grab the gun attached to his hip. He makes sure it is loaded. Then he puts it against his head.

Strong arms wrap around him, pinning his arms against his side. He twists his head to look back and meets the red eyes of Ryan. Gavin makes sure to keep his hands as far away from the other man as he can.

“Well, would you look at that.”

Geoff appears before him, a forest green robe replacing the suit he had moments before. He walks up to the now completely golden officer, lightly rubbing his fingers against the man’s shoulder.

Gavin swallows and looks around. Jeremy is beating his club against a figure that probably once was a human. It looks like a fleshy mess, guts strewn around it. There is wind whipping around Michael. Lights are flashing, in storm clouds that surrounded him, mini lightning that strikes out and catches a piece of paper on fire. Another bolt strikes a hole through another officer. He falls to the floor as Michael laughs.

“It’s so pretty.” Gavin’s attention is drawn back to Geoff, who is now laid across the officer’s back. His smirk is wide. “Good job.”

Gavin’s cheeks are wet. “I-I didn’t mean to, I swear. They killed Jack and I reacted without thinking and-“

“And look what you did.” Geoff cuts in. He brushes his hand across the officer’s cheek. “Amazing work. And you were protecting the crew? You did well.”

“He’s dead.”

Geoff shrugs. “He would have died anyway. But you made him beautiful.”

Gavin stares at the officer. His face is frozen in golden horror, mouth opened for a scream that has been cut off. His hands are curled into claws, one wrapped around his throat. “I didn’t want to.”

“Didn’t you? Seemed you were moving with intent. And what does it matter? He killed Jack. Doesn’t he deserve this?”

“You protected the crew.” Ryan’s gruff voice spoke near his ear.

Geoff walks forward. With every step, his appearance changes. Long green robes, with yellow accents flow around him. They reach the floor. A helmet sits on top of his head, with long, curved horns sticking out of it. His eyes are pure green, glowing neon with power. He ruffles Gavin’s hair as he passes by. “You did well.”

Later, Jack reappears at the penthouse. Bloody but alive and the crew celebrates with cookies.

Gavin locks himself in his room.

You expect to hit the ground. You expect there to be a splat. You expect your brains to be all over the hillside, an explosion of body parts and blood.

You do not expect there to someone to help you slow down. For arms to wrap around you and hold you close and tell you everything will be fine.

With them, you’ll either survive. Build your life back up. Maybe one day, you won’t see your daughter’s face in your dreams, pleading for it to stop.

Or maybe you’ll still go splat. But at least this time, you have friends.

Gavin is in the process of turning a mug gold when Geoff appears again. Gavin startles, fumbling with the mug before it crashes against the ground. “Get out of my room.” Gavin snarls.

Geoff just smiles and sits on Gavin’s bed. “You called it your room.” He points out.

“So?” Gavin huffs.

“You’re really starting to fit in here,” Geoff says as he lays against the headboard.

Gavin considers him. Then he looks that golden pieces, scattered across the floor. “Do you usually do this? Force other immortals to join your gang?”

“Actually, Jack found me. As did Ray. I like to think they’re the ones to force me into this life.” Geoff tilts his head. “To be fair to them, I was causing mischief before. Now it’s more organized at least.”

Gavin laughs. “So you all, what? Followed each other around like lost puppies.”

“Hey, we’re very dangerous puppies.”.

They stay silent for a moment. Then Gavin asks. “Why are you here?”

“In this room? Because I wanted to let you know dinner is ready.”

“No. Why are you here, on Earth? Instead of your own realm?”

Geoff lets out a sigh. “I don’t think they’ll take me back if I begged them. Not that I would. But still. To them, I represent death and betrayal. Who would want that around?”

Gavin looks at Geoff. Sees a lot of things in those eyes that he’s sure are reflected in his own. Then he grabs a nearby pen, watching in silence as it turns to gold and hands it to Geoff. “Apparently you have a whole crew that wants you around.”

Geoff takes it. He spins it between his fingers. “Yeah, I guess I do. With maybe one more?”

Gavin smiles. “I can’t guarantee that. But I’ll stick around for a while.”

#fake ah crew #midas! Gavin #various demi-gods #mythology au

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