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Where I Belong (2/3)

Summary: Born half-faerie, half-human, Michael “Mogar”Jones had always felt drawn to the human world, despite the warnings from his disapproving faerie Queen to never set foot in the human world unless on assignment. When the Queen banishes him from his realm, he takes up residence in a small apartment over a cafe run by Ryan Haywood. Using his glamouring ability to shield his more telling faerie features from the humans, he leads a rather normal and happy life. However, after meeting Geoff Ramsey and the idiotic, frustrating, and attractive Gavin Free, it seems that leading a normal life free of faerie influence may not be so easy anymore. Author’s Note: So I guess this will be a three-parter after all? Uh, most of this is filler, but the last, like, half makes up for it. <3 Word Count: 4,209 Ao3 [Part 1]

Since then, Michael had been unusually overprotective of Gavin, insisting that he keep in constant contact with him any time he left the house, even if it was to go for a walk. It was easier to keep an eye on him now that they lived under the same roof, but still Gavin was known for being clumsy and needing some help from time to time so Michael happily obliged.

Moving day for Michael was chaotic but exciting even though he only had a few actual possessions to move into his new bedroom in Geoff’s quaint two story home. He was careful to keep hidden any trinkets he brought from his realm, including a necklace his mom had given him when he was younger that allowed him to harness his abilities even better than he already could. She thought if he could tap into its power and grasp his faerie side that he would just give in and drown out the human side that liked to make untimely appearances.

Of course that didn’t work.

Michael walked down the stairs and outside to the car that was waiting for him outside. Geoff was leaning against the driver’s side talking to Ryan while Gavin was in the passenger side bouncing excitedly like a small child.

“It’s about time,” Geoff said when he saw Michael walking towards him. “What were you doing up there? Masturbating for the last time?” Michael rolled his eyes and flicked him off.

“I was just making sure I didn’t forget anything,” he responded, opening the back door to the car. “I’m going to be bothering Ryan enough at work, I don’t think he wants me running in and out of the upstairs just because my brain can’t get its shit together and make sure I have all of my possessions.”

Gavin turned around as Michael slid inside and shut the door. The man couldn’t stop smiling which caused Michael to feel a blush spreading on his cheeks. “Hi Michael!” Micoo.

“Hi Gavin.”

“So are you excited to be living with us now?” asked the British man whose smile took up the majority of his face. Michael grinned at his enthusiasm.

“It beats living alone,” he replied nonchalantly. “Although I think I’ll have to get used to having you and Geoff around more. Just make sure you knock before you enter my room, dick head.

Gavin scoffed, seemingly offended. “You act like I was raised in a barn, you pleb. Of course I’ll knock.”

Geoff got in the car just then after saying goodbye to Ryan. “What’s this about knocking? Because if it’s about knocking some sense into Gavin’s tiny brain then I’m all for it, Michael,” the older man joked, starting the car and leaving the parking lot. Gavin squawked in response but no actual words spilled out of his mouth.

“I told him that it was going to take a while for me to get used to living with other people and told him that he had better knock before he enters my room,” Michael explained. “Ryan knocked all the time before coming in my room, I’m just used to it.”

“We weren’t raised in a barn, Michael,” Geoff laughed.

“That’s what I said!” Gavin added. “And I only did that once, when I walked in on you and Griff-” Gavin slapped a hand over his mouth as Geoff’s hands tightened considerably on the wheel, turning his knuckles white.

“You and who?” Michael asked, confused. Silence. Maybe I should just drop it, Geoff looks like he’s about to crash the car into a tree any second.

“Sorry, Geoff,” Gavin said quietly, shrinking into his seat and avoiding eye contact with the man. His knuckles were white the entire drive to his home and when they had parked in the driveway he got out, unlocked the front door, and roughly slammed it shut behind him when he went inside. Michael and Gavin flinched at the noise, taking the few bags and boxes Michael had out of the trunk.

“What’s wrong with Geoff?” Michael lowered his voice, hefting a bag over his shoulder and carrying a box in his arms. Gavin sighed and looked at the door before responding.

“There’s a reason he knows so much about faeries and why he goes around killing them,” Gavin finally answered. “If you’ve noticed, no one else really outwardly tries to kill them, mostly because they are blissfully unaware that they exist or they don’t remember when the faeries have done something bad to them.”

Michael did find it odd that Geoff and the others were really the only people he’s seen try and kill faeries but he never questioned it. He didn’t want to do anything that would draw attention to himself.

“A year ago, Geoff lived with his wife Griffon in this house. They had been married for three years and they were talking about having kids one day. They were… very happy, at least the happiest and most in love couple I had ever seen,” Gavin explained fondly, smiling briefly with closed lips. “She was the perfect match for him. She could match his wit and sass, and she was talented as hell. She made carvings using a chainsaw, if you can believe it.”

“A chainsaw?” Michael asked. Gavin nodded.

“Yeah, a chainsaw. She was beautiful and Geoff would look at her as though she were the only woman he needed in his life.” His smile faded and he reached into the trunk to grab the last bag, slamming the trunk shut. “I guess she was.”

“What happened?”

“I’m going to let Geoff tell you because it’s not my place,” Gavin responded, turning on his heel and walking inside the house. Michael followed behind him, his mind still on the fact that Geoff had a wife. Geoff was sitting at the bar in the kitchen, a glass in front of him that he kept refilling with whiskey. Gavin reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, setting it next to the whiskey bottle on the counter. He squeezed Geoff's shoulder before motioning to Michael to pick up his boxes and follow him down a hallway.

Michael followed him into a decent sized bedroom at the end of the hall, across from what looked to be a bathroom. A bare full sized bed, a dresser, and a desk sat in the otherwise empty room. "This was going to be their child's room," Gavin explained softly.

"His wife was pregnant?" asked Michael, stunned. Gavin shook his head.

"They were talking about it a lot, and had decided to start trying, when..." Gavin pauses, not wanting to go any further. After all, it wasn't his place to tell Geoff's story.

"When what?"

Footsteps sounded behind the two and Geoff appeared, nursing an almost empty glass of whiskey in his left hand. "When my wife was lured away by faeries," he revealed bitterly. He pushed past the men and sat down on the mattress, emptying the glass. "It was in the summer. Griffon wanted to go swimming, and it was hot, so I said yes. We were going to go over to Ryan's house, but we stopped along the way to pick up pizza and drinks. She had run inside the liquor store and said she would be just a couple of minutes." He stopped. The look of anguish on the man's face made Michael's heart ache with sympathy.

Gavin set down the box he was still holding and sat next to Geoff, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder until he could continue.

"I looked at my phone for two minutes. Two. Minutes. I heard this weird humming noise, and I looked up, and my wife was halfway across the street to Mason Park following this... this thing. I sprinted out of the car, not even caring that the keys were still in the ignition, and followed them across the road and deep into that park. I caught up to them by the fairy ring and when I called her name, she... she didn't even look at me. She looked at that thing like it was the only thing in the world she wanted to look at." His put his face in his hands and sighed, his body shaking slightly with grief.

“This happened about a year before we met, so a couple of years ago for you,” Gavin said. “He used to be a lot worse; he would drink so much that he would pass out for hours on end and then wake up and do it all over again. Ryan finally shook some sense into him and that’s when he started reading up on them, learning ways to kill them.”

“I’m going to kill the bastard that took my wife, and the more I bring down with me the better I’ll feel,” Geoff spat suddenly, a look of cold fury in his eyes. He stood up and took a deep breath, returning a smile to his face. He wrapped an arm around Michael’s shoulders and squeezed. “Enough of that, once you’re all settled in we’ll go out for dinner, yeah?” Michael nodded, though frozen with fear at Geoff’s words, and Geoff exited the room, leaving Gavin and Michael alone.

“So,” Gavin said after a moment of silence. He picked up the box he was holding and set it on the bed, opening the flaps and taking out some clothes folded up inside. Michael, shaking out of his stupor, unpacked the box in front of him, pulling out a few faerie trinkets he was careful not to let Gavin see. “Tell me about your family.” Michael froze, a pendant in his hand. An emerald sat nestled in gold, vines wrapping around it protectively. It was supposed to help his powers strengthen, and though it did help some, ultimately it was just another pretty piece of jewelry that would sit in his closet to gather dust.

“There’s nothing to tell,” he finally responded, carefully tossing the trinkets and the pendant back inside the box before taking it to the closet and sticking it on the shelf.

Gavin looked up from the clothes he was putting into hangers and stared quizzically at Michael. “Did something happen with them?”

“Yeah, kind of,” he answered truthfully. He really didn’t want to have this conversation with Gavin, because what if he was forced to tell the truth about what he really is? There would be steel bullets in him faster than he could say “faerie.”

“Okay then,” Gavin responded, sending him a small smile that made his stomach do flips an acrobat would be jealous of. “I won’t pry.” Michael nodded and helped Gavin finish hanging up his clothes and putting them away in drawers.

“Are you assholes done yet?” Geoff yelled down the hallway, a grin in his voice. “I didn’t think it would take you that long to unpack, are you guys making out or something?” Gavin’s face flushed scarlet, and Michael felt his own face flare up from Geoff’s accusation.

“N-no!” Michael yelled back. “Fuck you, Geoff!” Geoff’s cackling laughter traveled into the room, embarrassing the two even more than they already were. Gavin scratched the back of his head shyly and turned to leave, looking at Michael once more.

“I guess I’ll go wash up and get ready, just meet us in the living room when you’re done,” he told Michael, who nodded and smiled at him before he exited. Gavin shut the door, leaving Michael alone. The bed was still bare, and the few posters or decorative items he did have weren’t up yet. He flattened the empty boxes and left the others on his bed to unpack when they got back, his stomach had begun to make noises and he realized he was starving.

I do not like Gavin, he told himself as he made his way to the bathroom. He shut the door and turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face. His cheeks still held a red tint to them and he looked about as normal as any other human, still. Lindsay’s words echoed in his mind. “She’s taken an interest in one of your friends… the one that tried jumping in your lap.”

It’s absurd, Gavin and I are just friends, he mentally scoffed, patting his face dry with a towel. His accent is stupid, his face is stupid, his nose is too long, he weighs like thirty pounds, he’s human, for God’s sake.

“You can’t hide what you are forever. They’re going to find out eventually, and then what? Your friends will hate you. You won’t be welcome back home. You’ll have no one.”

He glanced in the mirror again, allowing himself to lower his glamour, revealing a less ordinary looking human in the reflection. The Queen’s words that haunted him since he was banished continued to echo in his mind. Mirrors never lie. The mirrors in the realm revealed a faerie’s true form, no matter if the glamour was in use or not. Faeries liked the mirrors because no matter what facade someone tried to put on, they believed it would always reveal their true self.

“You can glamour yourself all you want, Mogar,” the Queen said scathingly, eyes flitting about watching as he packed the few things he was allowed to bring with him. His mother stood off to the Queen’s side, head bowed as she was unable to speak up for her son. “Although the mirrors in the human world do not function in the same manner as ours do, ultimately they will still reveal your true self. You may look in those mirrors and see the glamour you choose to show to the world, but all you will see, deep down, is the faerie features you were born with. You won’t be able to hide those forever.”

Mogar turned to her just then, staring at her cold eyes. “Since I’m no longer wanted here, what other choice do I have than to hide?” The Queen’s upper lip curled as she smirked at him.

“Though I hate to see a fae child - I’m sorry, half fae child - pass on, you could always choose death as your path,” she responded finally. “You would become a tree, or a patch of flowers, just as any other faerie; although I’m not quite sure if the human blood in you would change that in any way…”

“If I die, you win,” Mogar snapped. “And I’ll be damned before I let you beat me, Queen.”

“Why Mogar, dear,” she said in mock surprise. A cruel smile formed on her lips, her pointy teeth flashing threateningly at him. “I’ve already won.”

“I don’t like Gav-” he said to himself softly before feeling that painful burning sensation in his throat, his vocal chords feeling as though they were set on fire. He coughed, desperately wanting the sensation to fade. He sipped some water from the faucet but that did nothing to stop the burning, which seemed like it would never cease. Fuck.

A knock on the door diverted his attention for a brief moment. “Michael? Are you okay?” Gavin’s concerned voice sounded through the door.

“I’m f-fine!” Michael replied, his voice hoarse.

“What’s wrong with your voice?”

“Just go wait with Geoff, I’ll be out in a minute!” There was silence and then he heard Gavin’s footsteps fading, calling to Geoff that Michael wouldn’t be much longer. Michael gasped for breath, finally feeling the intense sensation fading away. He had never felt that intense of a burning for any of the other times he was forced to tell the truth.

He stared at himself in the mirror, glamour still down, and took a deep breath, closing his eyes, before saying, “I like Gavin Free.” No burning sensation. In fact, he felt more at peace than he had since meeting his friends. A bang on the door startled him out of his stupor, causing him to throw his glamour back on hurriedly. He opened the door to Geoff, who grabbed him by his arms and dragged him out of the bathroom.

“You’re killing precious time, time that I could already be seated with a beer in one hand and a giant steak in front of me, just so you can stare at yourself in the mirror?” he growled, annoyed. He rolled his eyes as all three left the house and settled into his vehicle. “Newsflash, asshole, you’re not that pretty.”

“I don’t think that,” Gavin muttered, mostly to himself, though Michael’s faerie ears were able to catch what he said and he felt his heart flutter nervously.

“What was that, Gav?” asked Geoff, lowering the volume on the radio to a gentle background noise.

“Oh, nothing.”

Dinner went about as expected. Geoff devoured a massive steak, Gavin squawked when Geoff accidentally knocked over his beer onto one of his rolls, making it all soggy, causing Gavin to gag and take off to the bathroom, and Michael just sat in his seat and snickered, picking at his pasta dish. Every so often he would look up and lock eyes with Gavin, noticing the small smiles he would send his way and he would blush and look down at his food quickly.

At one point, he felt something touch his foot and when he looked up, Gavin wiggled his eyebrows at him. Michael stared at him and rolled his eyes, muttering, “Really Gav? You’re fucking playing footsie with me?” Gavin must have heard him because he tittered to himself, giggling slightly as he finished his food. Geoff just looked back and forth between the two with a sly look in his eyes, but not saying a word.

The guys returned home and after Michael finished unpacking his things the three men gathered in the living room and watched whatever movies they could find on Netflix until Geoff finally got up and yawned. “Well, I’m off to bed. You fucks don’t stay up too late.”

“Okay dad,” Michael joked, earning a snicker from Geoff and a smack to the back of the head. He disappeared down the hall and the remaining two heard his door slam. Michael stretched lazily, fighting back a yawn himself while Gavin browsed through Netflix. It was nearing one in the morning.

“Want to watch something else?” asked Gavin quietly. Michael shrugged and laid back on his end of the couch, propping his feet in Gavin’s lap and wrapping the blanket more securely around himself. Gavin settled on some documentary about Greek mythology and lowered the volume so that it was mainly background noise.

Michael felt Gavin’s cold hands start to rub small circles on the bottom of his feet and he felt himself almost sink into the couch because of how warm, comfortable, and just safe he felt there. “I know you said before you didn’t want to talk about your family, but would you like to hear about mine?” Gavin asked quietly. Michael looked at him and nodded, sending him a reassuring smile.

“I was born, as you can tell, in the United Kingdom, in England,” he began, still massaging Michael’s feet. “My parents were happy, I had a younger brother who I loved and adored, and life was pretty great.” He paused. “My story isn’t tragic like Geoff’s, honestly. We had connected a few months before Griffon got taken, and when I heard what had happened, I had to come over and try and help him. He was my closest friend, despite being a thousand miles away from me at the time. I still visit my parents around Christmas, of course, but Geoff needs me more than they do.”

“What’s your brother like?” Michael asked quietly.

“Oh, he’s a right idiot,” Gavin laughed fondly. “He’s just a couple of inches shorter than I am, same messy hair and scrawny build. He looks up to me, though, seeing as I’m the older brother. He’s had my back in quite a few messy situations back home and he would always help me nurse my hangovers whenever I’ve drank too much, though he would scold me for it first.” He sighed. “I miss him a lot, but we still talk. Xbox, Skype, Facebook. He’s engaged to a girl he’s had a crush on forever. They make quite the cute couple.”

“My mom didn’t want me, and I never knew my father,” Michael muttered bitterly, overwhelmed with a sense of anger and sadness. “I was kicked out of my house and my mom did nothing about it.”

“Wait, someone besides your mom kicked you out? Like who? A grandmother or something?”

“Something like that,” he replied.

“Did something happen that she didn’t like, or?”

“I wasn’t conforming to her rules and standards like she wanted, so she pretty much told me to pack my shit and get out.” The room went silent, the only noise being the deep, heavily accented voice of the narrator commenting about how Zeus was married to the goddess Hera and he had many children.

“For what it’s worth, Geoff and I can be your family now,” Gavin finally said softly, looking at Michael with the most caring expression he’s ever seen. Michael sat up and threw off the blanket, scooting over and pulling Gavin into a hug, which he was quick to return. He wrapped his arms around Michael and held him tightly.

When they finally pulled apart, Michael leaned forward and planted his lips on Gavin’s for a quick peck before quickly pulling back, eyes wide. “I-I- I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry, Gav-” His bumbling apologies were quickly cut short as Gavin leaned forward and captured Michael’s lips again with his own, placing his hands on either side of his face. Michael melted into Gavin’s embrace and ran his hands through his hair, trying to pull him as close as he possibly could. Gavin was everywhere, and Michael absolutely did not mind.

Gavin was the first to break away, breathing heavily through swollen lips and flushed cheeks, a wide grin on his face as he looked at Michael who probably looked about the same. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, so I’m glad you’re the one who made the first move,” he breathed.

“I just… stopped kidding myself, I guess,” Michael said shyly, smiling at the man and running a hand through his wild, curly locks. “Couldn’t really deny how I felt much longer since, you know, we both live in the same place now. I’ll see you in the mornings for breakfast, throughout the day, and you’ll probably be the last person I talk to before I go to bed at night.”

“You’re special, you know that?” Gavin whispered. “I know you probably don’t believe that, but you are. Screw your mum, screw the people who didn’t want you. I want you, Michael. I will never let you down, I promise you that.” Michael’s heart fluttered and his spirits soared as he pulled Gavin close again and wrapped himself around him, laying his head into the crook of his neck. Gavin planted a kiss on top of his head and hummed happily to himself.

“Thank you, Gav,” Michael responded after a long silence. Gavin took one of Michael’s hands in his own and squeezed in lieu of a verbal response. The two boys eventually fell asleep on either end of the couch, their hands outstretched, fingers intertwined, as they did so. Michael was the happiest he had been in a very long time.

He wasn’t sure what woke him up, or what made him lurch from a seemingly deep sleep. It may have been the fact that Gavin’s reassuring warmth was no longer there, and his hand was no longer holding his, but the fact of the matter was Gavin was missing and Michael heard a very distinct humming that filled the house. He recognized that hum.

Lindsay.

“Gavin?” Michael shouted, not even caring if Geoff woke up in the process. “Gavin, where are you?” The blanket Gavin had been covered with was on the floor, his shoes were still laying by the door, and his phone lay on the coffee table, untouched. The front door was wide open, cool, early morning air filtering into the home. “Shit.”

“Michael, why are you shout-” Geoff said angrily, rubbing his eyes, before he stopped dead in his tracks, blood draining from his face. “Oh no. Gavin!” He ran back to his room, presumably to grab his gun, but Michael was already out the door and running, following the direction of the humming noises. They led him to Mason Park, where Michael saw two figures far ahead, heading in the direction of the faerie circle.

“Gavin, don’t listen to her!” Michael yelled frantically, running as fast as he could to catch up with them. The two reached the circle and Lindsay turned, her features full on faerie, complete with the piercing green eyes. She gave him a sympathetic, yet cold look.

“I told you, Mogar, that if the Queen assigned me to retrieve him that I would have no choice,” she said softly, with an edge to her words. “No one defies the Queen.”

“Except me, you bitch,” Michael spat, tugging on Gavin’s arm. “Gavin, come on, snap out of it.” His eyes were glassy and he had this stupid smile on his face that accompanied a look of adoration that he was giving her, as though she were the only thing in his world that mattered.

“He can’t hear you. No human is strong enough to break the Trance,” she reminded Michael, smiling smugly. She turned her attention to Gavin. “Come, now. Your Queen awaits you.” She began moving forward, activating the circle and opening a portal to the realm. Michael held Gavin back, not allowing him to take another step forward.

He grabbed Gavin’s face and made him look him in the eyes. “Gavin, it’s me. Michael. Remember? Remember our talk last night? How you said you would never leave me alone, like my mother did? You can’t break that promise now, Gav. I won’t let you.” He planted his lips on Gavin’s, feeling a shudder run throughout his body and then lanky arms encircling his waist as the kiss was returned. When Michael pulled away, he knew he had Gavin back.

“Michael?” he whispered, looking around at the dark, wooded area around him and noticing Lindsay for the first time, gasping. “Where am I? What’s going on? What happened?”

“You were almost lured, but I stopped it,” Michael reassured him, smiling at him and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Gav.”

“I lo-” Gavin began before he was suddenly pulled away by Lindsay and being thrown into the portal. Michael gasped loudly, filling up with rage.

“No! Gavin!!”

Lindsay smirked at him, “I win,” before disappearing inside as well. Michael knew he only had a fifteen second window to follow them, so even though he heard Geoff finally catch up with him, yelling at him to get away before he was sucked into it too, he didn’t hesitate to jump inside as well, feeling his feet land on soft ground, followed by the rest of his body.

“Ow,” he grunted, standing up and taking in his surroundings.

A second shadow encompassed his own and he turned, coming face to face with the Queen.

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