(sorry prompts are being answered slowly, im a bit busy and spending time back with Solar. But i hope you all enjoy some pure fluff and an au i just made up)
“I don’t think I can do this,” Gavin says, again, as he’s pacing back and forth in his chambers, again.
“You can do this,” Michael says, lips pulled back into an amused smirk as he lounges in one of the fine silk covered chairs set besides the fireplace. “You know exactly what to do. You’ve been trained and educated for this your whole life.”
“Besides,” Jeremy says between bites of bread, legs crossed as he sits across from Michael. “Not like you have much choice in the matter.”
Gavin pauses his walk just long enough to send a glare to Jeremy. It would be intimidating if they hadn’t grown up with him and knew exactly how rare his true anger is. Or knew that he only was feeling anxiety now.
“There’s just too bloody much,” Gavin huffs, moving to his window. Even though the view stretches across the peaceful, colorful courtyard, today it is tense and roaring. There’s people stuffed in every area they could get to. The whole kingdom is in town to strain and see what they can. He can hear the crowd from his bedroom in the tower, a cacophony of excitement and anticipation. It pulls a sigh as he rests against the windowsill.
“It’s not everyday someone is appointed as King,” Michael says, standing up and paying a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “But you’ll be fine. Breathe. You know how to handle this. You’re fucking smart when you want to be. You care about this kingdom. Just breathe.”
“And you’ll have your two favorite guards with you the whole time,” Jeremy adds in with a wide grin.
Gavin lets out a long breath before turning to look back at them, wrapping his hand over Michael’s. A small smile curls onto his face. “I know. I couldn’t ask for two greater people to have with me.”
“There are others who will probably help you with the whole leading thing better than we can,” Jeremy chuckles, pushing himself off the chair and moving over. “But we can guard your ass.”
“Or fuck it when you want us to,” Michael bursts into laughter before leaning in and stealing a kiss.
Gavin can’t help but chuckle as well, returning the kiss before turning to Jeremy and kissing him as well. “We can be together proper once I’m king,” he adds. “All three of us. It’ll be the first official thing I do as King. I need my loveliest boys by my side.”
“First, you need to get your ass dressed in all that fancy silk and jewels to actually become the king,” Michael teases, lightly ruffling his hair.
“Gods, that’s going to be miserable,” Gavin whines. “I’m going to be so sweaty in all that faff.”
“Gotta do it, Your Majesty,” Jeremy hums, grabbing some of the linen laid out across the bed.
“Not ‘Your Majesty’ yet,” Gavin says, but moves to start putting on the heavy dress. “Still need a few more hours and a ceremony.”
“But soon,” Michael hums, moving to help. “You’re going to be a fucking gorgeous new King that everyone already adores.”
“You’re just saying that to get free kisses,” Gavin chuckles, pulling Michael to give him just that.
“Maybe,” he smirks as Jeremy starts clasping jewels and belts in place. “But it’s also fucking true. The people already love you. And we already love you. That’s not going to change.”
Gavin smiles softly, reaching to cup Michael’s cheek, brush his curls back. “And I love you, too. Both of you.”
There’s a knock at the door, an advisor reminding them of the time of the ceremony. Gavin sighs, helping to get the rest of his dress together. He looks every bit as regal as his blood is when he’s done and standing tall, head raised. Green silks perfectly frame his figure, a darker green cloak flowing down like a river around one shoulder, clasped with a shining emerald sigil of the kingdom. Resting in his messy hair, a silver circlet with a diamond, signal of the royal prince. Soon to be replaced with the magnificent and heavy crown of a king of Achieveland. Michael and Jeremy both stand back a moment, just staring at their boy. Hard to imagine he’s the same kid they all were once, causing mayhem amongst the court and stealing candy from the kitchens.
“You’re going to do amazing,” Jeremy says, reaching to press a kiss to his cheek.
Gavin hums and nods, taking one more deep breath. With both boys at his side, he presses forward to the door. Onto his destiny.
Jon watches from his perch in the cave as Gavin swims back and forth. He tilts his head. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorting,” Gavin says. He stops short, hesitating, before moving the shell he had just placed in one pile to another pile.
Jon watches for a few more minutes before he asks “Why?”
Gavin huffs. “I have to prepare for a bois trip to Rainbow Rock.”
“Rainbow Rock?”
Gavin stops short, mouth wide open as he stares at Jon. “You don’t know about Rainbow Rock?”
Jon raises an eyebrow. “Should I have?”
“Everyone knows about Rainbow Rock.” Gavin swims over, grabbing Jon’s hands. “That settles it. You have to come with us to see it.”
Jon shrinks on himself. “I don’t know. I don’t want to intrude on your guy’s lover vacation.”
“Nah, son. It’ll be fun. I want to see your face.”
“Won’t I be a third wheel?”
Gavin thinks for a second. Then he grins. “What if we make it a family trip!”
“A family trip?”
“Yeah, we’ll invite Geoff and Jack and Ryan! Matt! The eel boys. We can make it a whole day. Please, Jon? It’ll be fun.”
Jon makes the mistake of looking into Gavin’s eyes. Gavin stares at him, wide and pleading. Jon sighs. “Fine.”
~
The sun is starting to rise and Haywood’s boat is busy. “Are we sure we have everything?” He asks, looking over his checklist. “Food? Drinks? Towels-”
“Yes, mom,” Geoff says as he carefully places his surfboard down.
Jack swats at him. “Be nice. Ryan is doing us a favor by transporting us.”
“I could swim,” Geoff sniffs.
“Then do it,” Ryan says.
Jack sighs. “Stop.”
“Yeah, stop your bitching,” Michael says, popping up from the water. They all look down at him. “We have to get a move on if we want to get a good spot.”
Geoff sticks his tongue out at Ryan. Ryan narrows his eyes, opening his mouth to say something but is stopped by Jon climbing up the side of the boat. “Oh hey, Jon.”
Jon smiles at him. “Hey, Ryan.”
Ryan stops. “Are you ok?”
“Of course, why?”
“You just look a little….sad, I guess.”
Jon waves him off. “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”
Ryan side-eyes him. “Ok.”
They both startle as a wet thumping sound slaps against the boat. Tentacles clutch at the rails and Matt pulls himself up, an eel boy in each hand. “Sorry, we’re late. These hooligans couldn’t pay attention for two seconds to get here.”
Trevor pouts. “Matt, that’s so harsh.”
“Yeah, Matt,” Alfredo says. “We’re angels.”
“Uh-huh,” Matt says. He dumps them down on the boat. “Are we good to go?”
“Almost,”Ryan says. “Let’s get everyone together and make sure we have everything we need.”
~
It takes another thirty minutes before they set off. While most of the mermaids opted to swim alongside the boat, with the lads leading the way, Jon decides to stay in the boat, saying he wasn’t that great of a swimmer to keep up with them.
He stays in the captain's quarters, talking with Ryan.
“Don’t distract him too much,” Geoff says, leaning against the doorway. Though he’s speaking to Jon, his smile is directed at Ryan. Ryan’s face starts to burn.
“Oh,” Jon says. He looks at Ryan. “Am I distracting you?”
“What? No, no. No distracting here,” Ryan is quick to say. Geoff starts laughing and Ryan flips him off behind his back.
“Why don’t you go distract Jack,” Ryan says, turning to give Geoff a look. Geoff raises his hands and bows out.
It’s silent for a few seconds. Ryan clears his throat. “You know he was joking, right?”
“I know,” Jon says.
“But,” Ryan says.
Jon’s lips twitch. “But. I don’t know. Do you think I’m a bother to the group?”
“No. Why would you say that?”
Jon shrugs. “I feel like I’m forcing my way into your guy’s group. Like, you’re pitying me and that’s why you allow me to stay.”
They’re silent again. Then Ryan leans towards Jon, grabbing his hand. “I’m glad you’re part of our group. And I have never pitied you.”
Jon looks down at where Ryan’s hand is clasped with his. He smiles. “Thanks.”
Ryan gives his hand a squeeze before letting go. “And I’m pretty sure if any of the lads didn’t like you, they would let you know. Geoff certainly would.”
Jon laughs. “That’s...yeah, that’s true.”
“So face it, Jon. You’re part of the family now. You’re just going to have to get used to it.”
They’re interrupted by shouts. Ryan looks down to see the lads pointing at the distance. Squinting, he can see the outline of land. “Looks like we made it.”
~
Rainbow Rock is huge. Jon blinks at it. “How have I never heard of this place before?”
“Beats me,” Michael says. The two of them are swimming around, helping Ryan look for a good spot to park as Jeremy and Gavin get the usual spots. “Were you raised under sand?”
“Well, ok, first of all. Rude.”
Michael snorts. “It's true. But that's ok. We're here to educate you.”
“Didn't you mistake a fork for a tiny Triton last week?”
“Shut up.” Michael shoves at him. “Hey, at least I'm not like Jeremy.”
“Whose not like me?” Jeremy calls out, swimming up behind them.
“We were just talking about how stupid you are.”
“Hey!”
“You ate a shoe because you thought it was a fish.”
“...fair.”
Jon looks at him. “Did you really?”
Jeremy shrugs. “It didn't taste half bad.”
Michael gives Jon a look. “I don't know what I see in him.”
Jeremy slings his arm around Michael's shoulders. “Because I'm amazing and wonderful and perfect in every way?”
“Oh, you're something alright.” Michael slaps his hands on Jeremy's hair, pushing him down. Jeremy laughs, floating backward before slapping at Michael with his tail. Michael dodge's before tackling him. The two go spinning.
Jon watches for a few seconds, smiling to himself before he starts to swim away.
“Hey.”
Jon stops, looking over his shoulder. Jeremy and Michael swim up to him. “Where are you going?”
“Oh, um, I thought you guys wanted some alone time-”
“What? You think we were going to fuck?”
“No, no, I-that's not, I just thought-”
Michael rolls his eyes. “Come on, you dummy. Let's continue exploring.”
They move to either side of him, bumping shoulders. Jon smiles.
~
The lads have goaded Ryan into playing with them as Jon, Geoff, and Jack watch. Geoff sips on a Diet Coke as Ryan gets pulled underwater, Jeremy and Gavin laughing at him. “How did we get stuck with such idiots?”
“Because we are so generous,” Jack says.
“Ah, that must be it.”
Jon flips water up with his tail. “They really are great, though.”
Geoff follows his gaze, smirking. He leans over to elbow him. “Ryan sure looks handsome, huh.”
“What?” Jon’s face goes red. “I guess...if you’re into that sort of stuff.”
“Oh, I think I know who's into that sort of thing.”
Jack sighs. “Geoff lay off him.”
“Aw, but Jack.”
Jon side-eyes them. “Yeah, it’s not like I’m the only one secretly checking out someone.”
Both of them sputter. Neither of them can look each other in the eye, though they’re desperately trying to. Jon laughs at them. Narrowing his eyes, Jack stands up, walks behind them, and shoves Jon off the boat.
Jon pops out of the water, sputtering. He pouts at the two laughing at him.
~
“Your food looks disgusting.”
“...you are eating a whole raw fish.”
Jeremy waves the fish around. “Yeah, because it’s healthy for you. Look at all that floppy goop your eating. Disgusting.”
Geoff stares at him. “It’s a sandwich!”
Jeremy nods. “That’s what I said. Floppy goop.”
Ryan puts his arm on Geoff’s shoulder. “Ignore him and his uncultured tastes.”
Jeremy snorts. “Well, the jokes on you. I don’t know what that means.”
“I’m pretty sure he called you a dumb-dumb,” Gavin says.
“Oh.” Jeremy pauses. “Hey.”
“Don’t listen to them,” Michael says. “They just haven’t tasted how good we can make fish.”
“You kill fish. And then eat them.”
“Exactly,” Michael says, grinning to show off his teeth.
“What do you think, Jon?” Gavin asks.
Jon looks up. “What?”
“You’ve had both right? Which one is better?”
“I’ve...I’ve never had raw fish,” Jon says.
“What? Why?”
“Because I don’t want to? It looks gross.”
“You have to try it,” Michael says, pushing the fish at him.
“Eh,” Jon says. “I’m good.”
“Wait, why?”
“Because I don’t want to?”
“But you're a mermaid?”
Jon bristles. “I was a human first, you know.”
Everyone stops. Michael backs up a bit. “I’m...sorry. I wasn’t thinking. “
Jon looks away. “That’s ok.”
They eat in silence for a few seconds.
Gavin looks between everyone. Tapping his finger against the fish, he hesitates. “Tell us.”
“What?”
“Tell us about your human life.”
Michael slaps at him. “Idiot, I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk about his life before the transformation-”
“No,” Jon says. “I-I don’t mind. I would love to-I would love to talk about it actually.”
Ryan places a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to. I know it must be hard for you.”
Jon smiles at him, placing his hand on top of his. “It is. But...I haven’t really talked about my life when I was human and I...I don't want to keep it in anymore.”
The group stares at him. Ryan smiles back, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Then tell us all about it.”
Summary: Have you ever fucked up so bad that it actually circles around to turn out good?
Gavin wonders if this is one of those situations when he summons a couple of messengers that...don't act like messengers. Are Jeremy and Michael who they claim to be?
And does it matter when Gavin starts falling for them?
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Ch. 1
The symbols look right...he hopes. A bit wonky and the chalk has smudges in places, but Gavin figures they aren’t that big of a deal. It should all work the same, right? He is just summoning a messenger after all so he can deliver a letter. The shadow creatures were mischievous, at worst. They mostly just liked to play around and did what they were told. If the messenger got out, Gavin figures he can handle it.
Still,l he bites his lips and considers going over them again. This would be his first time summoning, well, anything by himself. Geoff usually overlooks these things, but Geoff is in a multi-dimensional meeting and Gavin had promised to send letters informing him how the store is holding up (and that he had not burned it down, no, Geoff why do you keep saying that?)
Deciding the best method is just to get it over with, Gavin claps his hands. The air seems to still, growing denser. Gavin takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, they are a lighter green, electricity sparking behind them. He throws his hands out and the circle of symbols he drew bursts into flames.
When Gavin speaks, his words hold power to them, a language that has taken years for him to learn. Now, it slips off his tongue easily.
The flames grow higher and higher, twisting and turning around each other, ready to break and engulf everything in their sight. With a snap of Gavin’s fingers, they go out, only leaving a dim light in the room. He sighs and the room seems to sigh with him. With another few words, the symbols grow brighter for a second and then the lights lift up out the ground, curling around like smoke. As Gavin continues to speak, the smoke starts to solidify into...two shapes?
Gavin didn’t ask for two messengers but it’s too late now. The spell has started and he can not stop. So he continues to chant and hopes that the two won’t be too much trouble for him. Details start to come in, the shapes becoming more humanified, another thing Gavin finds odd. Messengers tend to come in more animalistic shapes.
Then he can see their features, how one of them is bald while the other has curly hair. The bald one is shorter but more muscular than the curly haired one, wearing pants and a black wife beater. Short nubby horns stick out of his head, blending into the scales that scatter around his skin. A tail waves behind him as he crosses his arms.
The curly one’s horns are longer, curling like a ram's. He wears glasses, a plain looking t-shirt and jeans. He cocks his head, hands on his hips, his own tail wrapping around his waist. All in all, they don’t look like any messengers that Gavin remembers seeing. But hey, he isn’t one to judge what image they want to take. All they need to do is get his letter to Geoff.
Gavin swallows before squaring his shoulders. He reaches into his pocket, grabbing his letter, and steps forward. “Messengers, I task you with giving this letter to Geoff Lazar Ramsey in exchange for some of my magic.” His voice doesn’t wobble and he’s proud of himself.
The curly haired messenger narrows his eyes, then smirks. He steps to Gavin, baring his teeth as he grabs Gavin’s hand. Though Gavin startles at the movement (messengers usually aren’t so aggressive) he still manages to begin the transfer process. “I don’t know who you think you are-” the messenger begins but chokes to a stop as Gavin gives him a bit of his magic. He seems to be in a daze.
“Michael?” The other one asks, uncrossing his arms. He too walks forward, bearing sharp teeth. “What’d you do to Michael?”
Gavin takes a step back but the curly haired messenger-Michael?- still has a tight grip on his arm. “I’m-I’m performing the magic transfer for messengers,” he says.
The other messenger takes another step forward, snarling, but Michael throws his hand out. “Jeremy, it’s alright.” He smiles at Gavin, finally releasing his hand. “I’m sorry about that. It’s been a long time since anyone has called us to be...messengers.”
Gavin hesitantly nods. Fidgeting, he tries to give them the letter again. “Can you please take this message to Geoff Lazar Ramsey? You can find him in the 6th dimension conference room.”
“Yeah, we can do that.”
Gavin lets out the breath he had been holding. They weren’t going to give him trouble after all. This is going a lot smoother than he thought. “Thank you.”
Michael takes the note, nodding. He gives Gavin a wink before looking the note over. “A note to your lover?”
Gavin chokes. “No, bloody hell no. He's my boss. Closer to my father, actually.”
“Ah,” Michael says. “Well, if you ever need us again, feel free to call. I certainly wouldn't mind working with someone so cute.” Then, with a puff of smoke, both of them disappear.
Ha, take that Geoff. First solo summoning went perfectly. You know, despite the messengers being so weird.
Gavin wobbles a bit, blinking. The energy transfer took a lot more out of him than he thought. He should go lie down.
~
Michael and Jeremy puff into a large dark red room, the rocky ground beneath them trembling. Around them, little black shapes scatter, pest and bugs of spirits they torture. The little creatures run to escape their sight.
The red rocky floor is warm, curls of smoke wafting up from it. If anyone but their kind were to step on the surface, they would burn.
“What was that about?” Jeremy demands, shedding his human skin. Black scales sprout out of his skin, covering the weak flesh, a hint of green shining in the light.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Michael says, throwing a smirk his way. His scales are red and his curly horns grow larger, turning sharper. He walks slowly to the two large rock thrones that sit in the middle of the room, uncaring when one of the pests don’t get out of his way quick enough and he squishes it beneath his shoe.
“Don’t fuck with me, Michael,” Jeremy stomps after him, baring his rows of sharp teeth. “We get a human, a witch, dumb enough to summon us, with a weak ass circle, who treats us as messengers and you let him go?”
“Oh, Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy,” Michael clucks his tongue. He sits on one of the thrones, crossing his legs. His black eyes dance with mirth. “You don’t know what has been dropped into our lap.”
“Then enlighten me.” Jeremy crosses his arms.
“That witch tried to do an energy transfer with me.”
“So?”
Michael gives him a look. “Do you really think I’d pass up an opportunity like that? A witch, new enough to mistake demons for messengers, and whose mentor is gone, certainly wouldn’t be able to control an energy transfer. It was the perfect opportunity to start our torment. Drain him of all his energy and magic, have him helpless for us? Perfect.”
“But you didn’t,” Jeremy says it slowly. “Why?”
“Oh, I tried.”
“Stop playing games with me, Michael.”
Michael juts his lower lip out. “Spoilsport. Fine. I tried to take his powers, his energy, but...there was so much of it that I couldn’t get it all.”
“Wait. What?”
Michael nods. “It was like he had an endless supply of it. I don’t think I even scratched the surface. And little J,” Michael leans forward. “I feel fucking awesome. That little bit I got? I’ve never felt more energized.”
Jeremy frowns. “If he tasted so good, how come you didn’t allow me a taste? And why would we allow him to go?”
“Jeremy, you’re thinking too small. If we kill him, that supply runs out. Torture him and the same thing happens.”
Jeremy narrows his eyes. “What are you thinking?”
Michael’s smirk is wide, all sharp teeth. “We milk him, for as long as we can.”
Jeremy pauses. Then he smiles back. “And how do you plan to do that?”
“With this.” Michael holds up the letter the witch had handed them. He turns it this way and that, looking at it. “Sure would be a shame if this never made it to the receiver, wouldn’t it? He might have to call us back, wouldn’t he?”
No longer taking requests till I get caught up. This is set in my Oh Fool universe
Michael eyes Gavin. The witch is humming to himself, moving around the kitchen. He’s baking something, something that smells sweet to him. The radio is turned up and Gavin bounces to the rhythm.
Michael watches him.
Jeremy nudges him. “How come you never look at me that way?”
“Because I fuck you whenever I like,” Michael says, smirking.
Jeremy sticks his tongue out. “As if you’re not as much of a slut.”
“That’s not the point. The point is, Gavin at least gives me a challenge.”
“Ok, I’m going to regret this. But what does that mean.”
“It means you’re easy to seduce, dumbass.”
Jeremy raises an eyebrow. “Oh really.” He stands up, walking toward Gavin. When Gavin dances past him, he grabs ahold of Gavin’s waist, spinning him around.
“Wha-” Gavin starts to ask before he’s dipped down. Jeremy kisses him, before letting him back up.
“What was that for?” Gavin asks.
“Can’t I just kiss you to kiss you?”
“Yes. But you don’t.”
“Well, rude. But fair.” Jeremy walks closer, backing Gavin against the counter. “I think you need to apologize for that.”
“Uh, I’m sorry?”
“That doesn’t sound like you mean it.” Jeremy tips Gavin’s chin up, baring his neck. “How will you make it up to me?”
Gavin gulps and Michael watches the way his throat moves. “I-I-”
“Will do what Jeremy asks?” Jeremy leans in closer, hand on Gavin’s lower back scooting him closer. He presses his lips against Gavin’s neck, his other hand coming up to tangle in Gavin’s hair. “Won’t you?”
“Yeah,” Gavin pants. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good. Now come here.” Jeremy leads Gavin over to the table Michael sits at. He bends Gavin over it, directly across the demon. “Look at Michael.”
“Hi, Michael.”
“Hi, Gavin.”
“Why is Jeremy being so weird?”
“I have no idea.”
“Shut up you two,” Jeremy says. “I’m trying to prove a point.” He runs a hand down Gavin’s spine, smiling at the way Gavin shivers. “Now Gavin, I want you to make as much noise as possible.”
“What are you talking about-” Gavin breaks off in a gasp as Jeremy palms his ass.
“That. Continue doing that,” Jeremy says. He gets Gavin’s pants halfway down. He grabs at Gavin’s crotch, stroking him. Gavin squeaks, eyes going wide.
Michael sits back, eyes falling to half mast as Jeremy nibbles on Gavin’s neck, one hand pinching at his nipples as the other stokes Gavin. Gavin whimpers, moaning as Jeremy works him over.
Michael reaches into his own pants, unbuttoning them so he can reach his dick. He starts to stroke himself. Jeremy continues to play with Gavin, two fingers slide into the witch, milking his prostate. Gavin tries to buck up but Jeremy forces him down.
The sounds of Gavin being lovingly tortured as Michael stroking himself faster and harder.
“See Michael,” Jeremy grins at him. “You’re so easy to seduce.”
“Well,” Michael says. “You got me. But I’m certainly not complaining.”
