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Day 16 - Birthday
Its that day again, Another year spent with you, Time is almost up
A and B met on B’s birthday 5 years ago but now have a limited time together as B will shortly have to go back to their own world. Sad fic about being sad on a day where you’re supposed to be happy. A tries to make B feel better but knows that it will be ultimately hopeless. Could end good or bad.
Day 15 - Star gazing
Breathtaking beauty, But nothing can compare to, Your beautiful eyes
(x)
Day 14 - Emergency
My heart in my throat, Racing to find out answers, I hate hospitals
(x)
Day 13 - Moving in
Living together, Life in a thousand boxes, Sleeping in our bed
(x)
Day 12 - Enchanted Forest
It had all gone to shit so quickly. They knew the risks and the dangers of war, but they were fools to ever think they had the upper hand. The first few enemy rounds had taken out a significant chunk of their strongest team, and splattered the morale of the survivors. They quickly learned it was a death sentence, and there was no way out.
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(The night before)
Gavin's eyes swept over Michael's body as he lay in the lush grass. Daisies and forget-me-nots littered the deep green floor and spidered off in all directions. They were surrounded by a wall of trees that grew far into the sky, leaves beginning to turn orange and gently pirouette to the floor.
It was early evening and the sun was starting to set. The sky painted pastel purple as the sun's last rays illuminated the clouds a rich orange. Murmurations of birds danced across the lavender sky as they made their way back to roost. The dark was nearly upon them, which meant the forest clearing was about to come alive.
"Michael," Gavin nudged the sleeping man gently. "Michael, it's nearly time boi," he nudged again, harder this time.
"Mmm," Michael hummed, smiling softly at Gav as his eyes fluttered open.
"It's always so beautiful here Michael, we should live here," Gavin mused, taking in the scenery for the billionth time. Michael agreed with his sentiments but never took his eyes off Gavin, "it is beautiful here," he thought to himself.
Gavin lay down next to Michael, their shoulders touching, hand in hand. They looked up to the sky to see the transformation begin and they didn't have to wait long. Just as the last remaining lux of light dwindled, the forest began its magic show. Starting at the tips of the tallest trees a shimmering blue light appeared. Slowly, the blue travelled down the length of each tree in unison. The clearing, which was previously dark, was now brightly lit as the veins and roots of all the surrounding flora started to glow in the same azure from before. Even the daisies and forget-me-nots had erupted into the bright blue glow, making them a blanket out of bioluminescence.
Soon all they could see was blue, but the forest never stopped there. Tiny specs of yellow and red shone brightly, attached to leaves at first but then quickly flitting through the night sky. The fireflies dance commenced, they watched as each individual bug elegantly moved around each other and visited each plant. They swirled into the air, creating a soft, shimmering haze that descended upon them. They welcomed it gladly. Its power was that of a deep, mystical magic born millennia ago. It healed the deepest wounds, cured the most incurable illness, and strengthened the aura of any being who witnessed its display. The haze, known as Dásos, coated the clearing and everything in it. Michael and Gavin developed a blue glow, similar to the trees and plants, that surrounded their bodies and strengthened them. Their aura’s being charged.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Michael asked, breaking the silence.
“I don’t want to think about it.” Gavin shook his head, as if to remove the thought entirely. And with good reason. Tomorrow they are being sent into the fray. A battle. A war. Their village had been attacked by a neighbouring one, Mintwillow, for land, or power, or some other bullshit. The whole village was preparing for it but there had already been rumours that Mintwillow had employed an army of giants. Kendalpine, Michael and Gavin’s village, was in trouble if that was true. They didn’t have nearly that much power. The only mystics they had onside were the goblin’s, and even they would switch for a single gold coin more. This night in the forest could quite easily be their last, Gavin didn’t want to spoil that with thought of their impending doom. They were preparing as much as they could, charging themselves with Dásos, only time would tell what would happen next.
Michael was going to respond but there was nothing to say. He could be angry and annoyed that Gavin wasn’t taking it seriously. He could bore both of them with fighting strategies and tactics. But it wasn’t worth it. He didn’t want what could potentially be his last memory of Gavin to be him walking away or pissed off. One last night with his boi. That was his strength.
They stayed in the clearing all night. Healing and strengthening. Spending their possible last breaths with each other in the place that made them the happiest.
Day 11 - Road trip
Just the open road, And a battered old Mustang, Playlists and kisses
Song code: Ride - Lana Del Rey (x)
(x)
Day 10 - First kiss
Electricity, Holding each other closely, Sparks fly and time stops
Song code: short playlist made by me - (x)
(x)
Day 9 - Baking
"Michael, look what I bought!" Gavin sang, rushing into Michael's apartment with 4 bags of food. Michael knew that this call was a Bad Sign. Gavin always brought the most ridiculous shit from the store, and it seems that he had done the same on this occasion too.
"Brownies!" Gavin cheered, holding a box brownie mix in his hands.
Michael sighed; baking never went well when it came to Gavin, he always made a complete mess of Michael's apartment, and he never cleaned up after himself. However, brownies did sound really good, and Gav would only sulk if he said no.
"You're cleaning up any mess, asshole," Michael said, his Jersey accent seeping through.
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2 hours later the kitchen was a complete mess. Gavin thought it would be a good idea to "go off script" and make the brownies without a recipe because "they were adults and should know how to make brownies on their own". What this really translated to was Gavin was an idiot and in an attempt to clean up after himself ripped up the box with the instructions on it and chucked it in the bin. He also got a big chunk of the pre-mixed flour and cocoa powder on the floor so they had to figure out how much of the other ingredients they would have to use now to compensate. But to do that required knowledge of both the recipe and Maths, and those weren't fun so Gavin decided to make his own.
Michael was trying to find out how many eggs they would need to use, completely unaware that Gavin had just picked up a handful of flour from the floor and that it was coming his way.
"....motherfucker," Michael growled slowly under his breath. He looked over to Gavin with all the rage in Jersey and they both knew the game was on. Immediately they started flinging shit at each other. Anything they could grab: water, biscuits, teabags, more flour off the floor, empty water bottles, the mixing spoon, you name it and it was thrown.
This carried on for a while, both giggling like school children and acting like them too. It wasn't until Gavin picked up an egg did things start to get more serious.
"Don’t throw a fucking egg at me!" Michael yelled, panting.
This boosted Gavin's confidence, he knew he had the upper hand. He grabbed the full box of eggs before Michael could think about it and jeered, "what are you gonna do about it, Jebby little Michael boi?"
Michael was powerless. He didn't want Gavin to win, but he also didn't want eggs all over him and his apartment. He sank to his knees, trying to convey surrender, looking up to pout at his boi and hoping Gav would take pity on him. No such luck, of course. As soon as Michael's eyes met Gav's, he saw his arm was already drawn back. Egg in hand, smile on face, devious plan in mind.
What he hadn't planned for though was Michael's MLB-like response. Instinctively, he put his hands in front of him and screwed his eyes shut. He caught the egg like a rogue moonball and they were both shocked when he gently opened his hands and the egg was still intact.
“Oh my God…” Michael stared in disbelief at the egg in his hands. “It’s on now, cocksucker!” Flicking his gaze back up to Gav who was just now realising what this meant for him.
Bird noises rang throughout the apartment as they chased each other through the different rooms. Gavin was desperately trying to get away, jumping over furniture and climbing anything he could as not to be egged. Michael was in hot pursuit, but he still didn’t want egg all over his apartment, so he had no intention of throwing the egg anywhere, he just wanted to see Gavin squirm and run around like an idiot.
They came to a stalemate at either end of the coffee table. Slowly circling it as to remain distanced from each other, and to catch their breath after their mad dash around the house. Michael could see Gavin eyeing up the bathroom door, then the couch, knowing that he would try to make a quick escape to the bathroom and lock himself in. He positioned himself, ready to catch him when he did.
Gavin leapt forward to the couch, but he was too slow, Michael was already a step in front of him. They collided and landed in a messy heap on the sofa. Michael was on top of Gavin and was pinning down his stupidly long limbs. The egg was raised in his right hand and his left arm pressed both of Gavin’s arms above his head.
“Michael...Michael please, don’t egg me, please!” He pleaded, trying to escape Michael’s confinements.
“Nah Gav, I wouldn’t,” He released Gavin from his grip letting him get up slightly. “I don’t want egg all over the sofa,” He continued, as he hooked his arm around Gavin’s waist and pulled him closer.
“Oh, thanks boi,” He let out a breath of relief. He touched their foreheads together in quiet appreciation for not being egged. Michael pulled him closer still, into a gentle, tender kiss, changing the mood of the moment entirely. Gavin had all but forgotten what they were doing beforehand, too lost in Michael. So lost in fact that he didn’t notice Michael’s right arm come up and softly crack the egg into Gavin’s beard.
Gavin gasped. “...you didn’t just…” He whispered, offended, mouth hanging open.
“Got ya, bitch!” Michael laughed. “You’re cleaning up the kitchen too, remember?” He taunted as Gavin walked over to the bathroom to clean up.
Day 8 - First meeting
Caught your eye again, Thinking of something clever, I want to know you
Spotify Code: Love confession playlist by me - (x)
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Day 7 - Sick day
Fever high, sweating, Bowl of chicken noodle soup, Please take care of me
Song code: Chicken Noodle - Small Crush (x)
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Day 6 - The Fair
The world was dim before soulmates met. It was grey and boring, dull and lifeless. The world was quiet, colourless, without joy or feeling. Miserable. People longed to meet the one. The one to literally brighten their world. Michael and Gavin were no exception, of course. A few weeks after they met they saw that a fair was coming to town. They were slightly concerned that, in a world where the senses fully develop when soulmates meet, the fair might seem to be a distractive place. They thought they'd give it a go, they could always leave if it was too much.
They arrived at the fair as it was in full swing. The dwindling daylight cast beautiful oranges and yellows into the sky, and the coloured lights on the attractions seemed to shine brighter as the sun started to fade. It wasn't anything they could have imagined, it was beautiful. Their eyes were drawn to a large ride off in the distance that was essentially just a metal rod with seats that fell from over 400 feet off the ground. They could see the dots of people in the seats disappear above the clouds and waited to watch them plummet to the ground. Screams caught their attention and they looked over to the pirate ship to watch it start swinging. Clothing and hair inverting from the norm and reaching for the ground. The screams ran in unison with the sway of the ship in a strangely hypnotic way. When the ride stopped, they laughed at the disoriented passengers, bodies still swaying and some looking as though they might vomit at any moment.
After walking around for a while, going on some rides, and completely disregarding others, they made their way through to the food court and were blessed with a myriad of delicious, tempting smells. The scent of fried onions wafted through the crisp, October air, and the muted sizzle of burgers and hotdogs followed closely behind it. Sugary, sweet aromas filled their noses as they wandered by the candyfloss and popcorn stands, mouths watering as they could almost taste the sweet treats.
A large ferris wheel caught their eyes off in the distance and they didn't even have to look at each other to know they had the same idea. They made their way over and got into an old-looking, faded green bucket and waited for the ride to start. The wheel started to crank round with a concerning clunk noise. However, any worry quickly melted away as they saw the view. They were gently swinging above the entire fair where they could see every ride and every stall. Looking up further they could see the whole city. The cathedral spire that loomed over the clouds in the distance and the lines of buildings on the horizon; offices completely unaware that they were being watched.
Still, the only view Michael wanted to see was Gavin. To see his goofy grin, his wild hair, and beautiful green eyes. He wanted to take in his smell, his cologne, the smell of his washing powder. To hear his accent and stupid bird noises when the ride scared him.
But most of all, Michael just wanted to feel Gavin. Feel his hand in Gav's, feel Gavin's feelings, feel their lips against each other's.
In a world where the senses fully develop when soulmates meet, the fair might seem to be a distractive place. But when Michael and Gavin kissed they could be anywhere at all and they would not notice for being so enraptured with each other.
Day 5 - Sleepover
Popcorn and movies, Truth or dare and confessions, We won’t sleep tonight
(x)
Day 4 - Love confession
Warm heart, fuzzy mind, Enamoured by simple things, I fucking love you
Playlist code: Love Confession playlist made be me (x)
(x)
Day 3 - Rainy Day
Gloomy and dreary, Pittering and pattering, Home entertainment.
Song code: Wondrous Place - The Last Shadow Puppets (x)
(x)
Day 2 - Tea and Coffee
Opposites attract, Bags and beans are yin and yang, Mornings together
(x)
Day 1 - First day of fall
The first day of fall is made for lazing around in bed and curling up in soft blankets. Meant for watching the crisp, orange leaves swirl in the vicious wind and pressing the snooze button for a fifth time. Hot chocolate and fresh baked apple pie, both sprinkled with cinnamon and pumpkin spice. Fighting for warmth but not quite ready to turn the radiators on and fishing out warmer clothes and plaid shirts.
And that is exactly how this day, the first day of fall, finds Michael and Gavin. After a lazy morning cuddling in bed with far too many blankets and complaining at how cold it looks outside, they finally managed to emerge from the cocoon they had made for themselves. Michael scuttled off to the kitchen to start breakfast and Gavin made his way to the wardrobe to find his and Michael’s fluffy dressing gowns.
Michael waited for the kettle to boil and poured the hot water in their mugs. He heard Gavin chuckling in the other room and a small, soft crash followed by another, louder laugh. In Gavin language, this wasn’t worrying, but it absolutely meant there was a mess that needed to be cleaned up. It was far too much of a lazy morning to deal with that right now, so Michael carried on making the drinks and pulled the tea cakes out of the toaster. He grabbed a tray and carried the drinks and buttered cakes back to the bedroom and prepared himself for whatever Gavin had got himself into.
No amount of mental preparation could have readied Michael for what he saw though.
“What the fuck is that?” Michael tittered, placing the tray on the bedside table. Gavin was wearing a large, strange looking, bright orange jumper, and the stupidest grin imaginable.
“It’s a couple's jumper, Michael! I forgot I bought it but it looks so cosy and I wanna wear it with you.” Gavin replied, walking closer to Michael.
“Absolutely not,” Michael shook his head, laughing “And look at the mess you made!” He continued, feigning anger.
“But Michael!” Gavin whined.
“But Micool!” Michael mimicked and laughed. He caught sight of Gavin’s pouty face and sad eyes and sighed, he knew that this was a battle he was entirely incapable of winning.
“God dammit, Gavin,” He shuffled over and slid, with much difficulty, into the jumper. It was surprisingly cosy and warm, as much as he hated to admit, and decided they should add a blanket and tuck back into bed.
It took them far too long to coordinate their movements to reach the bed and trying to pull the blanket over each other only using one arm was an absolute joke. However, once they were back in bed, couples jumper on, blanket hung over their shoulders, and drinks in hand it was heaven. The weather outside had got worse but they had only become more cosy. Gavin rested his head on Michael’s shoulder and Michael leaned his head on top of Gavin’s. They said nothing, silently watching the world go by outside, sipping their drinks and eating their breakfast. No plans for the rest of the day and not care in the world.
Hello Hello and welcome to Fantober 2020. I would like to give a brief explanation of my work this year. I have written a few short fics for some days and a few haiku’s for the rest of the days. The fics will be based on Michael and Gavin from Achievement Hunter (mavin), bar one or two, and will be posted on ao3 afterwards. The haiku’s mention no specific ship but will act more like imagines and extended prompts, they may also be accompanied by moodboards and short playlists or songs. All pictures are gathered from either a free stock gallery on the editing software I used or found on the internet. I have a link for each pic in my bibliography document and will add it to each post. Songs will link to Spotify. If you want to use the haiku’s for anything you are more than welcome, just tag me if you do!
I hope you all enjoy it, if you want to join in click on the Fantober 2020 tag below and you should find the prompt list. All prompts and ideas were made by Amie(galileojones) in the Mavin Revolution discord server, if you would like to join please contact us!