you see, the transition from Mad King to Dark God came when Ray left. I need a fan-fic of how the Fall of the Rose King Ray broke the Mad King completely, making him sacrifice his soul to the devil to bring Ray back in an unspecified way that made Ray not like himself, so Ryan kills his Rose King and in doing so, the devil looses his power and Ryan becomes the Dark God of Hell, who eventually wars with “True King” Geoff and defeats him to become the “True” Dark God.
Watching the Let’s Play PainStation was absolutely hilarious to me because you have Geoff Ramsey, the ex-military, tattooed, badass man literally jumping up and down whimpering because of a little whip on his hand and for some reason I just found that to be hilarious
AN: Hey guys! So this is my first achievement hunter fanfic. This is based of the concept of a fanfic I read a very long time ago. I changed it up a bit, but the concept and story line is the same. I wanted to do it with my new otp so here we are! I hope you guys like it!
“Mi-coo!” Gavin whined, wrapping his arms around himself for warmth as another gust of cold wind swept over him. “Let me in already! I’ve been out here for 10 minutes and I’m cold!” He drew the last word out a few syllables for emphasis, his teeth began to chatter before he could finish the sentence.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Michael yelled back from the other side of the door.
So Gavin waited, rubbing his bare arms to try and keep the goosebumps down.
Eventually, the door swung open to reveal Michael with dripping wet hair.
“Finally!” Gavin exclaimed. “What took you so long, you donut?!”
“I was in the shower,” said Michael laughing. “What was I supposed to do, answer the door naked?”
Oh my god, brain, shut up, please shut up.
So maybe Gavin liked Michael. Just a little. No big deal. He’d managed to push the feelings aside for a few years now. As long as Michael never found out, it would be perfectly fine.
Michael then seemed to notice the fact that Gavin was in only a t-shirt. And pants, obviously, he wasn’t going to go to Michael’s house and then school in his fucking underwear.
“What the hell, Gavin?” Michael yelled. He grabbed his arm and yanked him inside the house. “Why aren’t you wearing a fucking jacket? It’s november! You’re going to get sick!”
Gavin rolled his eyes, although secretly he thought Michael’s concern was adorable. “I couldn’t find my coat and my hoodies are all in the wash.”
Michael shook his head at him. “We both know your immune system is shit, Gavvy. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Well what they hell am I supposed to do about it?” Gavin demanded.
Michael looked thoughtful for a minute. Then he walked over to the coat rack. He hesitated before reaching out, grabbing a black hoodie and tossing it to Gavin.
“Take mine.” he said.
Gavin caught it and his eyes widened. He turned it over in his hands, staring at it in awe. It wasn’t…It couldn’t be…
It was THE hoodie.
Michael had bought it a few years ago. At first, he’d been the one wearing it. But then it became THE hoodie. You know. The one a guy gives his girlfriend and she wears it all the time and then when they break up, she gives it back in a huff. And the the guy gives it to his net girlfriend and the cycle continues. Yeah, it was THAT hoodie.
And now Michael was telling Gavin to wear it.
Granted, it had been 7 months since any girl had worn it, but it was still THE hoodie.
Gavin opened his mouth to say something, but at the last second, decided against it.
It was like playing dress-up, he reasoned with himself. A little kid could put on plastic armor and make believe they’re a knight. Gavin could put on Michael’s hoodie and make believe he was Michael’s boyfriend. Probably wouldn’t do any harm. He did have this one nagging little uncertainty about the idea, but he decided to wear it anyway. The thing he was worried about probably wouldn’t happen anyway. He’d kept his feelings for Michael separate from his friendship with Michael for years. He was amazing at hiding it. A hoodie wouldn’t change that…probably.
And so, Gavin grinned at Michael, that goofy grin, gave him an over-enthusiastic thanks, and giggled when Michael rolled his eyes.
And then he put the hoodie on.
It was actually really comfy.
In fact, he found himself wishing he could keep it.
he mentally slapped himself. Keep it together, Gavin. You know you can’t keep it. You have to give it back to Michael, and then he’ll give it to some girl…
He frowned bitterly, but quickly caught himself, hoping Michael hadn’t seen. He hadn’t, mainly because he’d gone upstairs while Gavin had been distracted and was now pounding on Ray’s door and yelling.
Michael and Ray we’re basically roommates. Ray spent all his time at Michael’s house anyway, mostly because he lived a little while away and didn’t want to have to take the 20 minute bus ride to school each day. Neither Michael nor his parents minded Ray, he was nice, and usually kept to himself.
“Ray! We gotta go!” Michael screamed, pounding on the guest bedroom door.
“Gimmie a minute!” Ray hollered back. “I’m drying my hair!”
Michael sighed in exasperation. “How much longer, dude?”
“I may have…just started”
“Ugh! We’re gonna be late!”
“I’m sorry! You can go ahead if you want”
“Okay,” Michael said after a moment’s hesitation.“See you at school, then.”
He came back downstairs, grabbed his coat and said “Come on” to Gavin, who nodded and followed him out the door.
They walked at a good pace towards their school, chatting aimlessly and bickering about stupid things, like what Geoff would look like bald. And whether or not Gavin was dropped on his head as a baby, which he clearly was, but he refused to admit.
“Come on, Gavvy,” said Michael, slinging his arm around Gavin’s shoulders. “Are you actually trying to deny it? I think I remember your mom telling me she did…or was that your dad?”
“They did not!” was Gavin’s brilliant, well-thought-out reply.
“Yeah, yeah they did. I don’t even understand how you can say you weren’t with a straight face!”
Gavin pouted. “I was not,” he stated again, this time sullenly. “For the millionth time, Mi-coo, I’m normal, I was not dropped.”
Michael rolled his eyes, smiling. “Fine,” he said, pulling Gavin in tight to his side. “You’re ‘normal.” He said putting normal in air quotes.
Gavin beamed. He couldn’t help it.
Geoff was waiting for them at the bottom of his street. His head was turned away from them, and he didn’t even notice them coming until they were within a metre of him.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, whipping around. “Hey guys! Where’s…”
His sentence trailed off and his eyes widened in shock.
Gavin was only confused for a second. Then he realized, just as Geoff shouted “Since when are you guts dating?!”
“And you didn’t even tell me before you gave him the hoode?! Oh my god, Michael, why would you not tell me about this?!”
“Geoff-” Michael began, but he was cut off.
“Seriously, you guys! Like congratulations and everything, but honestly! How long has this been going on and why didn’t you tell me?! I mean-”
“GEOFF!” Michael shouted, growing extremely frustrated and annoyed.
Geoff stopped and looked at him.
“We. Are. Not. Dating.” Michael said with gritted teeth. He said each word separately, hopefully getting the message across.
Geoff blinked a few times. “Oh.”
There was an awkward silence, during which Michael removed his arm from around Gavin’s shoulders. Gavin’s heart sank, but he tried to not let it show.
“Anyways, we left without Ray,” said Michael, breaking the silence but not really doing much to diffuse the awkwardness in the air. “He was drying his hair.”
“Oh.” said Geoff again. “Well…I guess we should get going then.”
They were almost at school when from behind them they heard Ray yelling.
“Guys! Wait up!”
They stopped walking and turned around, Ray stopped dead in his tracks and eyed the two boys. Gavin sighed, here we go again…
“You’re dating Gavin and Geoff knew before me?!”
“We’re not dating, Ray.” said Gavin, unable to keep the dullness out of his voice. he hoped Michael would attribute it to annoyance.
“Well, then why-?”
“He was cold, okay? Drop it.” Michael snapped.
Ray stared at him. Michael scowles, and Ray looked down at the ground and mumbled “Sorry”.
Michael sighed and forced a smile, not able to be mad at Ray. “It’s okay.”
The air was so thick with awkwardness that Gavin thought he might choke to death. He briefly considered running, but then realized that would be stupid, because then later Michael would want to know why he’d run and no lie he could come up with would sound at all believable.
You’re not acting normal, Gavin told himself sternly. They’re going to get suspicious.
Using every single ounce of his concentration, he hitched a mocking grin on his face. “Me and Mi-coo?!” he scoffed. “Right. That’ll happen when Geoff willingly tattoos my name on his forehead!”
“Well, you’re wearing the hoodie…and you called him 'mi-coo’” Ray mumbled.
“It’s my accent.” Gavin whispered just loud enough for Ray to hear.
“We need to keep walking,” Michael said. “We’re going to be late.”
“Whatever you say, Mi-coo baby,” Gavin cooed teasingly. Michael shoved him playfully and he laughed, stumbling a bit. Michael giggled; his smile wasn’t forced anymore, Gavin beamed once again.
However, the smiles were promptly wiped off their faces when they got to school. before they even got through the doors, the heard the first whisper “Oh my god, are Michael Jones and Gavin Free dating?!”
Ray and Geoff both smirked and gave each other here-it-fucking-comes looks.
And so it did.
First period, Gavin had Chemistry with Michael (ha-ha) and the they wouldn’t see each other until lunch. Normally Gavin thought that really sucked, but today, after suffering through a horribly awkward chemistry lesson during which several people (including the teacher) stared openly at them, he counted it as a blessing.
But all the looks and mutterings had an effect that he hadn’t anticipated, and by the time second period came around, a sense of horror had started to set in. He hadn’t thought for a minute that hearing “Are Michael Jones and Gavin Free dating” so many times would bring down the mental barriers that he’d worked so hard to put up. But it had, or at least it was starting to. Hearing it so many times had made him want it even more. The longing he had so carefully contained for so long was seeping through; into the part of him that was Michael’s best friend. It was all mixing together, and he was horrified.
By the end of first period, he was feeling nauseous.
By the end of second period, he wanted to curl up in a ball somewhere and cry.
But then the bell rang for lunch.
Gavin’s stomach clenched. He considered hiding out in the bathroom until lunch was over, but he couldn’t do that, not when he imagined the worry in Michael’s eyes if he didn’t show up at lunch. Or the hurt on his face when he realized Gavin had abandoned him…
Okay, maybe he was being melodramatic, but either way, he found himself trying to re-separate hs fucked-up feelings. When that failed, he calmed himself down as best he could. Tried to stop his knees knocking and his palms sweating, willed the butterflies in his stomach to go the fuck away (they did not oblige- in fact, they got more frantic) and walked out into the courtyard to meet his friends for lunch.
When he got to their normal meeting spot on the bleachers, only Michael was there. Just Gavin’s fucking luck. He hesitantly plopped down next to him. Finding himself unable to control his violently shaking hands, he clenched them together and placed them in his lap. He didn’t even dare look at Michael- he didn’t trust himself not to lose it completely.
“So…” said Michael quietly, “How’s it going?”
Gavin shrugged, not trusting his voice either.
“Getting a lot of shit?”
He nodded and Michael sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think everyone would recognize it, I didn’t mean for everyone to bug you about it.”
Gavin meant to say 'it’s okay, you didn’t know" But when he opened his mouth, what burst out was the phrase he’d been frantically repeating to himself all morning- “it’s just a hoodie.”
“What?” Michael asked, turning to him, and Gavin automatically turned too, so that he was looking right into his eyes.
His heart practically stopped, and then started beating double-time as heat rushed to his cheeks. He took a big gulp. When he spoke, it took every single ounce of his concentration not to stammer.
“Everybody just assumed we’re dating, just because I’m wearing your hoodie! it’s so stupid! They all think you gave it to me for some big reason!” he cried, throwing his hands up.
Michael’s face fell. He suddenly looked very sad. In fact, he looked like he might cry.
“I did.” Michael mumbled.
Before Gavin had even processed what he’d said, he’d gotten up and was walking away across the field. Gavin watched him, mind racing. And then it clicked.
He jumped to his feet. “Mi-coo!” he hollered after his best friend’s retreating form.
Michael didn’t even look back. So Gavin ran after him.
“Mi-coo!” he caught ip and grabbed Michael’s wrist. Michael stopped. “Mi-coo, what do you mean, you did?”
“I-I just-” Michael stammered. “Just…forget about it, Gavvy please?”
Gavin didn’t say anything, but he didn’t let go either.
They stood there looking at each other. Michael looked panicky, like he wanted to bolt.
“Mi-coo, tell me what you meant,” Gavin said seriously, trying to squash the swelling hope in his chest. You’re being stupid. Stop it. His reason was that you were cold, moron.
“I just thought…” Michael was so quiet that Gavin strained to hear him. “I thought I could pretend.”
Gavin froze. His breath hitched.
I thought I could pretend.
That was what he had though that morning- I could pretend.
“Pretend what” Gavin managed to squeak out.
Michael ducked his head. “I-I thought…if you were wearing my hoodie then…Then I could pretend you were mine.”
Gavin seriously almost squealed.
Michael looked up fearfully and Gavin, without even thinking about it, grabbed Michael’s face and kissed him.
Michael froze and Gavin nervously started to pull away. But he said-
His pulling away snapped Michael out of his shock and he surged forward, hooking his fingers through Gavin’s belt loops and pulling him back. Gavin felt his knees weaken. He tangled his hands in Michael’s hair and pulled him as close as he could.
They were caught up in their own world. Gavin played with Michael’s auburn curls as they kissed.
Behind them, someone cleared their throat. Gavin fully intended to ignore whoever it was who was trying to interrupt. Then they shouted “Hey!” and Gavin realized it was Ray.
Not that that at all changed his intention to ignore him.
“No way! You do it!” he heard Ray say quietly.
A few seconds later, someone grabbed him and dragged him off and away from Michael.
“Hey!” Michael complained to Geoff, who has done the dragging and still had hold of Gavin’s arm, to stop him from getting away.
“I thought you guys weren’t dating!” Geoff said indignantly.
“Yeah, what happened to 'he was just cold, drop it’?” Ray chimed in, glaring.
“Changed our minds” Michael said shrugging. Gavin pouted at Geoff, struggling in his grip.
“Obviously,” ray snorted, but his expression softened. “Well, it was about time. I mean, it was super obvious that it was going to happen. And now I won’t have to listen to Michael’s lovesick rambling all the time-”
“Ray…” Michael snarled, who had gone very red, “Shut the fuck up.”
“Does this mean I have to get Gavin’s name tattooed?” Geoff asked spiritlessly.
Michael and Gavin looked at each other and then back at Geoff. “Nah” they said in unison.
Ray groaned. “Come on, Geoff. Let’s leave these two lovebirds alone. I don’t wanna see this.”
Michael and Gavin smirked as Ray and Geoff walked away as quickly as they could.
The two boys turned to each other and with a smirk Michael said “Now, where did we leave off”
The walk home that evening was very awkward for poor Ray, considering Gavin and Michael were holding hands and giggling and cooing at each other. But they didn’t care how awkward Ray felt. They were too busy being completely over the moon with lovestruck happiness.
When they reached the house, Ray got inside as fast as his feet could carry him. Gavin leaned down slightly and gave Michael a goodbye kiss. He turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back.
“Oh,” he said. “I’m still wearing your hoodie.”
He went to unzip it and give it back, but Michael caught his hand and stopped him.
“You know,” he said tentatively, “It’s supposed to be cold again tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” Gavin said, liking and knowing where this was going.
“Yeah, and the next day too.”
“Really?” Gavin asked smirking. Michael nodded and smiled back.
“Yeah.” Michael bit his lip. “In fact, you might as well just…keep it.”
Gavin actually did squeal this time. He launched himself at Michael, planting kisses all over his face.
When he got home, his mom was waiting for him in the kitchen. As it turned out, even she recognized what he was wearing- she’d met a bunch of Michael’s girlfriends, after all.
“is that THE hoodie?” she gasped.
Gavin grinned pulling it tighter around himself. “Forget THE hoodie” he said happily, “This is MY hoodie now.”
And it remained Gavin’s hoodie until it became too worn-out to wear. but by then it didn’t matter.
So, my friends hang out a lot at night, and usually around midnight we run out of things to do and the running joke is that I suggest Luna Park. This is met with annoyance that it is a long drive and too much fuel and would be shut.
But yesterday I suggested it before we went out and we figured out we would all be free today to actually go down. We rode on the train for three hours down to Sydney and spent the day on rides, and then we left. We sat at the harbour for half an hour and decided to go back and get milkshakes.
When we got to the ice cream store my friend (pictured above) was like “hey isn’t that like Ryan and Michael and Lindsay from rooster teeth” and I thought he was absolutely mucking about. But I looked over and he wasn’t. I was torn for a few seconds as to whether I should disturb them but then I thought “when the heck else am I going to casually bump into these incredible people!” so I went up and we had a chat and I was super awkward and they were super lovely and I didn’t want to disrupt them anymore so I let them go on their way.
Then when I was lining up to get a milkshake I realised we didn’t get a photo and when I met Michael and Lindsay when they first came to Australia I didn’t get a photo and I’d just missed another opportunity. But I saw them again and ran up and asked for a photo and Lindsay was like “yeah obviously I was going to suggest it but I wasn’t sure” and then the above photo happened.
I had the excitement shakes for probably half an hour after that, just so happy. Then we saw Geoff and Griffon and Milly wandering around and I was going to go say hi to them but Milly was getting fairy floss, and griffon and Geoff were kissing and I didn’t want to interrupt them as well.
I’m just so ecstatic that after missing the lazer team premiere, missing RTX, and missing the theatrical release, that on the one day my friends and I travel to Sydney is the one day they just so happen to be there in the same place.
Thank you so much @lindsayjones for taking the time to talk to me, and put up with me if I rambled a bit, and getting the photo when we had already shaken hands goodbye.