#Thenamesh AU
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Hi! Can you please do the eternal/human au but with thena being human and gil as the eternal this time, please? Your stories are so good!
Thena somewhat glanced to her right as someone else also sat down at the museum bench. She was looking up at one of her favourite relics--an old tablet potentially depicting one of the earliest examples of The Epic of Gilgamesh. She sighed. "Is this really about you?"
He sighed, his hands in the pockets of his black bomber jacket. "It's not the real story. Just something Sprite made up to make me sound like a jerk."
Thena looked up at the tablet again. "The Tyrant King in one of humanity's earliest tales, but you go by Gil?"
He shrugged his massive shoulders. "It's easier than Gilgamesh."
Thena looked at him more properly. She was very familiar with the face of the apparently immortal man next to her. Of course, she had thought he was a very mortal, very human person, just like herself. She had thought he was sweet, if a little shy, and that he just had a special interest in the history of the ancient world.
A very human man who had asked her out, and she had said yes.
"Were you okay?" Gilgamesh asked her more quietly, even given the echously silent exhibit. "Did anything happen close to here?"
"No," she admitted just as secretively. She looked at her hands on her lap over her pencil skirt. "We felt some tremors, but I suppose you took care of things at the epicentre."
Gilgamesh squirmed in his seat.
She had been watching the news, knowing that he was closer to the centre of the city at the farmer's market. The footage was shaky, and the world was acclimating to strange and wild events more and more rapidly. But still, seeing some deviant beast running around London was certainly a shock.
Even more so when the news footage seemed to capture the blurry image of an incredibly strong looking man, literally punching said monster straight through the skull. His face was still a mystery, but he didn't have the average build, certainly. And Thena had known right away that it was Gil.
"Are you a wizard?"
"Pfft, no," he scoffed, waving his hand in the air to dismiss it. "We've seen those guys pop up all over the place, but I wouldn't call what we do 'magic' in any way."
"Then what do you call it?"
Her sharp question landed as intended, and he sighed again. He turned somewhat on the opposite side of the bench from her. She eyed him. "Cosmic Energy."
"So you're an alien?"
"Uh, I guess I don't have a better word for it," he made a face, finally pulling his hands out of his pockets to fidget. He scratched at the hair on his chin. "Eternals is what we're called, uh, officially--I guess. We've been on earth for..."
They both looked up at the tablet again, describing the strength and might of 'Gilgamesh' the tyrant.
He rolled his eyes, "I guess you know, give or take a thousand years."
Thena did look at him more now, as opposed to glaring at him from the corner of her eye. He looked truly contrite, and she knew that he wasn't particularly comfortable with little white lies. Apparently larger ones were more necessary though. "So when you said you could 'really picture yourself' in the battle of Troy, or the siege of Alexandria-"
"I mean we couldn't be everywhere at once," he excused for himself, his smile convincing neither of them. He gave it up rather quickly, sagging again. "But, uh, yeah."
They fell into silence, Gil in particular struggling for what to say next. Thena looked around the museum. She had always been so entrenched in history from all over the globe. The museum felt more like home than her cold and neglected one bedroom flat ever did. And when she had first thought Gil was quite like a walking historic encyclopedia - like a walking piece of history - perhaps she hadn't been so far off.
"So," she started in what she hoped wasn't too bitter a tone of voice, "why talk to me?"
Maybe it didn't work, because Gilgamesh certainly looked like she had screamed and slapped him across the face.
"Or do you make a habit of chatting up humans?" she added, and that part was more acerbic. This wasn't even about their relationship, or the lie of who he was at his core, or even his species.
"Thena," he pleaded, sounding like she had stabbed him through the heart. Would that even kill him?
But she did feel bad. Against her better judgement, she regretted that she had hurt his feelings. She huffed, mostly at herself, "I would think befriending humans would be dangerous for you."
"It can be."
She looked at the honest confession in time to see the sad slouch in his posture.
"We outlive basically everything, and we have to move pretty often, especially with wifi and phones and stuff, now. We don't usually get to really meet or get to know people anymore."
Gil had said Eternals, plural, and she had heard him discuss a few names like 'Sprite' or 'Kingo' before, implying he had some kind of kin or at least some of his own as friends. She didn't know these other Eternals, but knowing what of Gilgamesh she did, she had to imagine that it was hard for him.
Gil was sweet, and charismatic and gentle. And he seemed to genuinely love getting to hold the door open for people, or helping someone elderly with their bags or petting stray cats. He seemed to thrive most when he was surrounded by life, no matter how fragile or temporary it was--how mortal it was.
"I ended up here to keep my sister some company after," Gil slipped his hands back into his pockets, a sign of uncomfortability in both mortals and immortals, evidently. "She and her husband had a split, I guess you could say. I didn't want her to be alone, so I moved here a few years ago. It was just going to be for a decade or so, then maybe we'd go our separate ways again or maybe we'd move on somewhere else together."
Just a decade or so, he said.
"But then," he looked at her with a soft smile, and unfortunately it still made her heart skip. "I met you."
She forced herself to frown at that.
"I didn't mean to," he confessed, and she wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. "Sersi told me all about the museum here, and to see all the stuff people have gotten right or wrong over the years. She met some human, which I told her not to. I guess I can't really say anything about it now, though."
He truly did sound like a brother disapproving of his sister's boyfriend. And he truly didn't have any leg to stand on now, either. "Was it because of Sersi-"
"No, no," he shook his head and looked at her all soft eyed again. "It's not because of anything. It was...it was because of your eyes."
"My eyes?" she felt the need to repeat aloud. It sounded like a cheesy pickup line, or something from a tawdry romance novel. But she supposed that if Gilgamesh had heightened senses, perhaps he would be able to discern her eye colour from an unreasonable distance.
"I used to look out over the water all the time," he recounted, even turning to look at a painting on another wall. "My favourites were always really calm and green and sparkly."
Damn this man and his charming words.
He tilted his head back in her direction. "I was just gonna ask you some dumb question to chat a little and then leave. But then you got so passionate when I asked you the wrong thing on purpose."
She pursed her lips faintly. He had - deliberately? - asked her about the 'Minerva' statue they had, and where in Greece it had been made. It had immediately irked her that he had gotten the Roman name for her right, then the location also right, but in direct conflict with the other half of his question. Surely if he knew the name Minerva, he knew that was not what they called her in Greece--Athens, of all places!
Then he had asked her name, and she had to explain that Thena was not some nickname but her actual, legal name. The thought had charmed him and...and they kept talking from there.
He had picked just the right topic to get her to unload her entire master's degree of knowledge upon him, and he had eagerly listened to all of it. Most would flee partway through, but he had happily followed her around basically the whole floor as she recounted the many details and secrets and misinformation about her expertise.
And he had come back the next day for more.
"I loved hearing you talk about it," he whispered, moving a little closer now that he felt he could. "You were so passionate about it. I could really remember some of those times, and what I couldn't remember, I felt like I could imagine with how you described it."
"Thena, I just loved talking with you. I loved asking you silly questions, I loved you correcting me about stuff. I especially loved when we got interrupted that one time for your real job, and you offered me your card in case I had more questions."
He had pretended to have more questions. And they did actually end up texting that way. And then making plans that weren't just him showing up at her workplace. And then those plans became dates. They'd had five dinner dates and two lunches, and two coffees, although one of those had still been under the guise of their shared love of history.
"I wanted to get to know you more."
Even if he knew he would inevitably have to leave her life in a matter of months, if not years. It was a petty and bitter reaction, but maybe that was the truest way she felt about it; that he would have had to abandon her sooner than later. He thought those consequences were worth the risk, and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.
Because she didn't want to lose him, thinking about it now. And the fact that she now knew that she would have to no matter the future was a slap in the face of her own.
"No matter how soon you would have had to leave London for a small lifetime?" she accused, using the adrenaline in her system to drown out the pain she was feeling.
But Gil didn't turn away from her scathing demand. He looked at her with those eyes that she had always seen as holding more than he ever said within. He clasped his hands in front of him, resting on his knees. "After meeting you, I didn't know if I could."
Thena looked down at her lap again as well. It had been a few months since she'd met Gil. And if what he said was true, he hadn't intended on staying in London long, let alone permanently. She wasn't sure how long he had been here before meeting her, either. But Sersi's relationship with Dane was no more than a year old, by now.
"Sersi asked me," he laughed dryly. "She asked if I knew what I was getting myself into, which was rich, coming from her."
He sounded exactly like a protective brother.
"I said I totally had it under control," he laughed at himself, which was something she - foolishly - found so charming about him. "No worries, y'know, so I made a friend, so what? It would be good for me. Next thing I know, I bought my first phone just so I could text you."
She stared. "You didn't have a phone before?"
He waved his hand dismissively again, and maybe she could see why a few of his mannerisms really seemed more like that of an old man than a gentleman in his late forties at most. "Sersi's been trying to convince me. She's so addicted to hers it's ridiculous. She even made an instagram! I told her she would just have to delete it in a few years but-!"
Thena held back a laugh as he cut himself off. "Should I feel honoured, or even more betrayed?"
It had been half joking and half serious, but Gil took on that sad, wounded expression again. "You have every right to feel that way. But Thena, I swear on all the time I have left: I chose to stay, so I could be close to you. I wanted to spend whatever time we could have together...with you."
It was a humbling admission. She didn't quite want to imagine the heavier implications of that. The idea of Gil never aging while she slowly became an old woman beside him. Or did he have some kind of magic, or Cosmic Energy rather, that would help with that? It sounded like Sersi had accepted the consequences of her dalliance with a human.
Gil had asked her if she would want to go to dinner with Sersi and Dane as a couple. Although now all she could think of was the two Eternals smiling on as their humans chatted away about trivial human things.
"Thena, please," Gil slid closer again, taking her hand in his. "I know I sound insane, and I don't blame you if you say you want nothing to do with me after this. But I never lied when I told you liked you, or that I wanted to spend the rest of my days listening to you talk about South American architecture, or Grecian olive harvesting, or the Guptan Empire."
Thena squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears in them. Gil swooped forward pulling her closer to him, always eager to comfort. He pressed his lips to her temple.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant for you to get hurt."
She believed that. Because Gil would never be capable of wishing harm on her. He probably wasn't capable of really wishing it on anyone, except maybe Sersi's ex-husband. She wouldn't have believed him capable of causing harm either, until the news today.
"If I could trade the rest of my forever for one more day with you, I would."
Maybe that was easy to say for someone who really did have a forever. She looked at him, wild in the eyes.
"Sorry," he whispered, looking away from her. He gave her cheek another kiss before releasing her slowly. "I'll give you time to think. If...if you don't want to talk anymore, I'll understand. But if I don't hear from you in a few days, can I at least come check if you're okay?"
She nodded, completely without the words to ask him to stay. He took it though, nodding back and then walking towards the far exit of the museum floor. She could hear his steps the whole way, although her heart felt like it was pounding at the inside of her skull.
She had a lot to think about. Aliens and monsters and immortal Eternals who had been on Earth for thousands of years. Did this have anything to do with how half of the earth's population vanished in the blink of an eye those years ago? Did they also blip? Could they?
She had so much to think about, so much to worry about. And the only person she wanted to talk to about it all just left.
#Thenamesh AU#bestie I love it#I wasn't entirely sure how to approach it at first#reversals can take some delicacy y'know?#but Gil thrives so much on connection#and it's the one thing he can't afford to have in the modern world as an immortal?#then Sersi is like I found this guy...he's...human#Gil: obviously there were no other options but Sersi come on#she says just meet him#anyway Gil goes to the museum to stroll down memory lane#and meets this harsh and obstinate museum lady who looks like the statue of Athena but better#and he goes again#and again#and he worries she'll think he's stalking her#but she has such great insight and she loves history and she's pretty#and he swears he didn't mean to but he's done what he was never supposed to#he's attached#he's protective of her#so a Deviant shows up#and he immediately thinks#you're not getting anywhere near her
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@softquietsteadylove Listen! He has Pokémon stickers. If this isn’t a sign idk😂😂
LOOK AT THIS! So adorable❤️
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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 6.3
Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! I come bearing the next mini-chapter! If you missed any previous installments and need to catch up, you can find them on my handy dandy Table of Contents here. The competition is heating up as everyone grows closer. How will the others fit into the group dynamic? Find out now in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!
By the time dinner rolled around, Druig was pretty beat. Technicals were never fun, but this one had been particularly distressing: gluten free bread. Both he and Makkari were in the bottom half, which wouldn’t have been too terrible a few weeks ago, but now, it could spell disaster. Poor Phastos had come in last, leading him to retire early as usual rather than joining the rest of the group. Results had varied widely for the rest of them, leading to their current discussion.
“People think being vegan is hard, but going gluten free is the real challenge,” Sprite remarked.
“I concur,” Sersi added.
Says the one who came in first, Makkari interjected, a playful smirk on her lips.
“And it was very difficult!” she responded.
“Congrats, by the way!” Gil said, raising his bottle of water in a toast. The rest of them joined in, raising their assorted drinks to Sersi, which made her smile.
“Awww, thanks everyone,” she said as she clinked glasses with the group. While she seemed genuinely happy, Druig thought he spotted a hint of sadness in her eyes. It seemed Makkari had noticed, too.
Hey, you okay? she signed subtly, so as not to alert everyone, though most of them still noticed.
“Yeah, just thinking about our friends who’ve been sent home. Dane actually predicted I’d do well this week. I just wish he was still here to see it,” Sersi explained wistfully.
“You could just call him, right?” Sprite interrupted, sounding more like a statement than a question.
“I think she could, but it might be against the rules to give him too many details about the competition,” Ajak explained.
“And if I call him, I don’t know if I’d be able to hide it for long,” Sersi added.
“Ugh, couples are so gross,” Sprite lamented.
“Oh, we’re not together. Dane and I are just friends,” Sersi said a little too quickly, a blush starting to settle on her cheeks.
You mean he still hasn’t asked you out!? Makkari asked, eyes widening in shock and disbelief.
“What? He’s done no such thing!”
“Really? I asked Thena out the day she got eliminated,” Gil piped up.
Everyone seemed to turn in unison toward Gilgamesh, not exactly surprised at the idea but surprised to hear it confirmed out loud. After a split second of silence, their reactions came all at once.
I KNEW IT! Makkari exploded, nearly shaking with excitement, which made Druig chuckle.
“Well, at least I don’t have to watch you pining after each other anymore,” Sprite said, her voice sounding annoyed, but a small smile on her face.
“That’s great, Gil!” Ajak added.
“She said yes, right?” Druig asked teasingly.
“She did,” Gil confirmed with a grin.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so happy for you two!” Sersi said.
“Thanks, everybody,” Gil replied, a bit surprised but still appreciative of the warm response. “To get back to the point, though, I didn’t wait long. So what’s holding Dane up?”
“I told you already. We’re just friends,” Sersi insisted, her face getting redder by the minute.
“Sersi, he spent most of his time talking to you and the rest of it staring at you when you weren’t looking. I think he might want more than friendship,” Sprite declared.
“That’s not even counting your interactions during dinner,” Druig chimed in, prompting Sersi to shoot him a look.
Maybe he just needs a push in the right direction, Makkari suggested, like advice from someone who knows you both.
“Hey now, we shouldn’t get too involved,” Ajak interjected. “I’m sure Dane is quite capable of asking Sersi out on his own, if that’s what she wants.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure,” Gilgamesh said pensively. “Asking someone out is a lot of pressure. It’s easy to just keep making up excuses for why you shouldn’t do it.”
What was your excuse with Thena? Makkari asked.
“I don’t know how much she’s told you, but we sort of knew each other a long time ago,” he began. “In fact, we were supposed to get coffee together, but she ended up moving away before we got the chance. When we ran into each other again all these years later, I wasn’t sure she’d still want to go out with me.”
“But she did,” Sersi said, smiling gently.
“She did,” Gil confirmed, smiling back. “But I didn’t realize that until the day she got eliminated, and she asked me how much longer I was going to make her wait for that coffee.”
“It was pretty obvious to the rest of us,” Sprite muttered.
“It never seems obvious when it’s happening to you!” he asserted. “You’re still young, Sprite. You’ll see what I mean when it happens to you. Anyway, Makkari might be onto something. If you want Dane to ask you out, Sersi, he might need a push in the right direction.”
“I still think it’s better not to interfere,” Ajak interrupted. She gave a pointed look at Makkari, who feigned innocence at the gesture. Ajak then turned her stern gaze toward Druig, who didn’t need to pretend to be surprised.
“Why are you looking at me?” he asked.
“You know why.”
“I don’t think he does,” Gil said, chuckling.
“For fully grown adults, you’re all pretty clueless, huh?” Sprite teased, sparking a chorus of “Heys” from everyone else. After a moment, she added, “Except for Ajak.”
“Thank you, Sprite,” she replied smugly.
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As they left Ajak’s room, Druig hung back from the group a bit. Right on cue, Makkari turned to look at him, noticed his growing distance from the rest of them, and accepted his silent invitation to talk. She let the group get a bit further away before asking him, What’s up?
What was Ajak trying to get at earlier?
I think she just knows you’re my usual partner in crime, she replied, a sly smile playing at her lips. And she doesn’t even know the half of it.
Druig couldn’t help but smile, remembering their clandestine baking session earlier that week.
Do you think she’s right, though? Makkari continued.
About what?
About not interfering.
Druig thought about it for a moment, then he turned to her and said, No. I think I’m with Gil on this one. Sometimes guys need a push. Makkari’s small smile turned into a full-blown grin. I’d ask Sersi first, though. Just in case.
I will, but I think she’ll accept my help, she said. You saw her at dinner. She really misses Dane!
Yeah, I don’t envy their situation, he added. Although, if I can’t turn things around tomorrow, that might be us next week.
Hey, she said, as she stopped and turned him to face her. Stay strong. We’re both going to get through this week. You know why?
Why?
Because I won’t allow you to give up, she insisted. There was a soft smile on her face, but a steadiness in her gaze that told Druig that she meant it. It stirred something in his chest.
Thank you. I needed that, he said.
Anytime. With that, she wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back and noted, not for the first time, that they seemed to fit together perfectly.
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Honestly, so many cute ships came out of this movie. Hope you enjoyed this installment!
Part 21
#lovelyfanatical shares#drukkari gbbo au#drukkari#druig x makkari#eternals#eternals fanfiction#background thenamesh#background sersi x dane#chloe zhao gave us all the ships#and i love her for that
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Okay I know its after Christmas but I have to ask for this for science… Number 9 but it’s Thena pegging Gil. I would DIE FOR THIS thank u very much lmaoo
Alright, okay! Finally! Here we go! VERY NSFW, please process it carefully. Just a warning, this is the first time I write something like this and it looked better and sexier in my head but here goes nothing.
9. “You take me so well.”
[Cafe AU]
It starts with a late-night discussion. Gil has closed his shop for the day and they sit down for a nightcap on his sofa. Somehow, the subject falls into sexual fantasies. Thena, a bit tipsy and feeling rather wild, snuggles into his chest and says - half joking and half serious - that she thought about them doing it in the movie theater.
“We were there just last week,” he muses.
“We were,” she agrees, booping his nose.
“Did you think about it then?”
“Of course,” she says, matter-of-factly.
“How?” Now he’s curious.
She taps her forefinger to her lips, “We’d make out, then you’d slip a hand under my dress, telling me to keep looking at the screen. And you– Gil!”
“Hmm?” He looks up from kissing along her neck.
“You’re not listening,” she chides, pinching his love handle. That’s just her excuse to slip her hand under his sweater to feel his skin, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I am listening,” he has the nerve to pout, “I tell you to keep looking at the screen, and?”
“Uh-uh, I’m done for now,” she shakes her head, “It’s your turn.”
If she’s honest with herself, she’s been curious about this for a while. What does a sweet, wholesome man like Gil have for his sexual fantasies? She’s excited, if not a little nervous, to find out.
Gil swallows and gnaws at his lower lip. She can tell that he’s shy by the red of his ears and the way he constantly rubs at his nose, but he also doesn’t want to lie or brush her off. Thena smiles, taking his hand to stop his fidgeting.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” she gives him an assuring smile. She’s never known to be patient, but she’s learning it from him.
“No, I-I want to,” he admits.
“You can trust me,” she says, reaching up to kiss his cheek, “And you know, maybe I would be down for it.”
“Y-Yeah?” Even his neck is growing a deep shade of red.
She waits.
“Well, this just occurred to me recently, but I think I want to try…anal sex.”
Thena has to strain her ears to hear him. The room suddenly feels hot and she squirms in his arms. She has never tried it with anyone, but she certainly could entertain that fantasy for Gil. The few times that he touched her there, it felt amazing.
“Gil, many people want to try that,” she begins, “You don’t have to feel insecure…”
“No, but…” He cuts in before she gets to finish, “You’re the one who…do it to me.”
Oh.
“You want to be pegged?” She asks.
He buries his face into her neck and nods. She can almost see the steam coming off the top of his head. So adorable. She has heard about it, and from what she knows, it gives great pleasure. And if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s her Gilgamesh. Just that thought makes her want to groan.
She hugs him back, dropping kisses to his hair, “Okay.”
“What?” He lifts his head up from her shoulder, his eyes look like two flying saucers.
“We can perform your fantasy.”
“N-Now?” He stammered. Thena has to bite her lips to stop herself from chuckling at the hint of somewhat excitement in his voice.
“No, baby,” she says, moving to straddle his lap, “When I peg you, you’ll be stone-cold sober.”
His moan is cut short by her tongue sticking down his throat.
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The next couple of days, she starts researching it, looking up step by step on how to peg a man as good as possible. And like the serious researcher she is, she does it thoroughly as if it was a case file. After telling him about douching and lubrication, she pulls him to sit down with her and look through the strap-on choices. He said he wanted that specifically and not a dildo when she pressed him. Kingo and Phastos choose the wrong moment to step into Gil’s apartment without knocking. Kingo stares at the way his boss slams her laptop shut while the Eternal’s chef pushes the papers they’ve been reading off the coffee table, he doesn’t have to see what it is about to guess the concept of what they were discussing.
“Not a word,” he says on the way out. Phastos is already left, “We didn’t see anything. We do not need to know what is going on. We’ll be back later and we’ll all agree that this didn’t happen.”
The door clicks shut before Thena and Gil sigh.
“We’ll continue at my place,” she says as they gather their documents.
And it’s her bedroom where they are going to try out Gil’s fantasy for the first time. She takes his hand and leads him inside. They’re eager to take off each other’s clothes, but when she tries to push him down on her bed, he maneuvers them and instead she finds herself sitting on the mattress with her legs thrown over his shoulder, him kneeling at the foot of the bed.
“Gil, tonight is about you,” she protests half-heartedly, already panting as he nibbles up her inner thigh.
“Oh, you have no idea how much pleasure I get from doing this,” he grins before pressing his tongue against her pussy and making her see stars. She gasps for air, throwing her head back as she comes into his mouth, one of her hands claws at his back and the other grips the sheet so tightly her nails nearly rip through it.
He puts his chin on her lap, looking at her with a satisfied expression even when she hasn’t even touched him. His mouth is still slick with her arousal. Thena reaches out and cups his cheek.
“Get on the bed and wait here,” she demands.
“Yes, my lady.”
He doesn’t bother to hide his lustful moan when she reappears at the bathroom door, wearing her new strap. He pulls her closer, peppering kisses to her belly as she runs her hands through his hair.
“Lie back,” she says.
Gil moves upward and lies on the pillows, basking in the scent of her shampoo. She smears the lube on her hand, then gets in between his legs. She swoops down to kiss him deeply, coaxing him to relax. His muscles ripple under her fingers and he jolts slightly when he feels the cool fluid she rubs on his rectum. She uses her other hand to pinch his nipples and he moans, pressing his head deeper into the pillows.
“So beautiful.”
“Thena, please.”
She slips one finger inside, slowly and evenly moving in and out.
“I need you to tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“No, it feels good,” he croaks, then after a pause, “More.”
Her second and then third fingers go in, loosening him up easily with a lot of lubrication and soon enough she’s pumping him with a steady speed. Gil is pressing the back of his hand against his mouth, trying desperately and unsuccessfully to stifle his obscene sounds. His rock-hard cock points upward deliciously, his pleasure lies solely in her hands. She’s never felt so powerful.
She withdraws her hand and he looks like he’s about to cry from the sudden emptiness. The reaction almost makes her lose her mind, she chases away the urge of entering him all at once and just presses the head of the cock at his asshole.
“Ready?”
He looks up at her predator smile and just spreads his legs wider. Thena tosses her hair out of her face and leans forward, grabbing at his hips. She watches in rapture as the cock disappears into him. Just as it reaches his prostate, he comes with a shout, shooting all over his belly. She keeps still, waiting for him to catch his breath. She can feel her arousal leaking out of the strap as he reaches for her blindly, and they both moan the moment he realizes the cock is still inside him.
“You take me so well,” she grins as she kisses him indulgently, letting his hands roam over her.
“You feel so good,” he manages, finding it harder and harder to form coherent words. He’s getting hard again and he knows she can feel it too, because she begins to thrust, growling back at every sound he makes.
He starts meeting her thrust by thrust, the length of the dildo messaging his prostate over and over. His chest is flushed red, it’s his turn to gasp for air. Tears are falling freely from the corner of his eyes, not because he’s in pain but because it’s just too overwhelming. He isn’t aware of what he’s saying anymore, the only thing in his mind is Thena’s cock slamming into him.
“I like you saying my name,” she drapes over him, sneaking her hand down to wrap around his cock and stroking it firmly.
“Thena, Thena,...” he whimpers, “I’m coming, I’m—”
“Come for me.”
And he falls again, writhing and thrashing in what must be the biggest orgasm he’s ever had in his life. His vision blurs and some conscious part of his mind just understands why they call this “the little death”. His entire body feels like liquid and he sinks deeper into the mattress. It’s her touch that brings him back, petting his hair gently and purring. She’s lying on top of him, her strap has been taken off. She rubs her nose against his when he opens his eyes, and her smile is radiant.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he rasps, his throat is dry from all the screaming. He hopes they won’t get noise complaints from her neighbours.
“You okay?”
“Never better.”
“So,” she traces the laugh lines on his face, “How did your fantasy play out?”
“Well, because it was you, it’s even better than I imagined,” he lifts his head to kiss her, “But I wished I could make you come at least once more, you really blew my mind.”
Thena giggles, settling for a more comfortable position in his arms, “Later, Gil. I’m satisfied now.”
“Later then,” he promises.
“And look, darling, you made a mess on my bed,” she teases before throwing her blanket over them.
“No, you and your cock did that.”
#h e l p#thenamesh#thenamesh fanfic#thena x gilgamesh#gilgamesh x thena#thena#gilgamesh#apparently they have kinky sex in cafe au now#that's nice
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Day 4 - Canon AU
Flies are a bitch
I know this isn’t exactly what the prompt was but I started writing and I just went with it
I am here with the funny
The flies were out again, and they were horrendous.
Gilgamesh was just trying to make a breakfast skillet in peace, but then the flies chose to strike.
A fly decided that it was the perfect time to fly around the skillet’s handle, which was right next to Gilgamesh’s head since he was digging through one of the lower cabinets for a few ingredients. The fly was buzzing right next to his ear, so he tried to swat it away with his free hand. The fly was scared off, but not just by his hand; when he was swatting, he accidentally slapped the handle of the skillet, sending the skillet and its contents flying.
Thena had just woken up. She walked into the living room and was hit in the face with egg, chorizo, melted cheese, and other various ingredients. Fortunately, she was able to dodge the skillet itself.
She slowly stood up, her eyes still squeezed shut.
“Well…” Thena said, chewing the breakfast that had landed in her mouth, “whatever that was, it was good.”
“It was scrambled eggs with chorizo, green and red peppers, cheese, and other stuff…”
The two stared at each other in silence before they both broke down laughing.
“The flies?” Thena asked, failing to contain her laughter for even just a few seconds.
“The flies.”
A few days later
Thena was crouched around the corner of the doorframe to her and Gil’s bedroom. The look on her face made her look like she was planning an assassination because, well, she kind of was.
Slowly, Gilgamesh came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t flinch or anything; she already felt his warm presence approaching.
“What’re you doing?”
“Waiting,” Thena whispered
“…For what?”
“The right time to strike.” Thena’s gaze was fixated on a specific spot on the bed. He looked at the same spot and immediately understood why she looked like she was ready to commit murder.
“The fly,” they both growled.
Thena materialized her signature spear, and Gil couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her being able to manifest her weapons without a single trace of worry on her face.
Five, she counted on her fingers as Gil materialized his cosmic energy fist, four, three, two…
One.
They ran into the room, weapons ready and with only one objective in mind; kill that motherfucking fly.
Thena jumped into the air, her spear at her side while Gil was ready to revoke the fly’s life privileges with a single slap.
Right as Thena was about to stab the fly with disturbing accuracy, Gil slapped the fly, hopefully killing it. But when he did so, the fly wasn’t the only thing that had something broken…
When Gil slapped the fly, he broke the bed frame and put a hole through their mattress. This wasn’t just his fault, no; Thena also ripped up the mattress a bit with her spear. When Gil slapped the fly, she did her best to move out of the way, so her spear scraped along the sheets as she fell through the air.
Two hours later
Makkari had decided that it was the perfect day to make her monthly visit.
She knocked on the door to see if anyone was home and no one came to the door. Usually, Thena would come within seconds, but she didn’t, which scared her a bit.
So she just invited herself in.
Gil was manically slapping the air to get the flies away from him and Thena. Since they couldn’t buy a new bed quite yet, they piled up a bunch of pillows and blankets in the living room.
“Gil, can you- AH-“ Thena exclaimed as Gilgamesh landed on top of her. When he was trying to get the flies to leave, he accidentally slipped on something, and what that something was neither of them knew.
“Are you okay?” he asked, taking most of his weight off of her.
Thena had most of the air knocked out of her, but she was still able to formulate a response.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said, panting for air.
At the absolute worst moment possible, Makkari walked in.
WHOA- I- Um- Am I interrupting something? she asked, blushing so much that she looked like a tomato.
No, Thena and Gilgamesh replied, standing up and sitting on the couch.
Um, what happened in the past month, if I even dare ask?
We- Um- Gilgamesh was trying to figure out whatever the hell had happened.
We broke the bed, Thena said, completely aware of how it sounded.
THAT I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW! Makkari exclaimed, blushing a red deeper than that of her jacket.
We were trying to kill a fly, Gil added.
That… makes more sense… Sort of…
And there’s still a few here, Thena added, absolutely fucking pissed about the situation, and it was very evident in how she was signing.
R.I.P you guys.
Yeah… oh, and the guest room is ready for you, Gil said.
Thanks, okay, bye! Makkari signed as fast as she possibly could while still making her words actually understandable. She then ran to her room and slammed the door.
For the first time in days, everything was quiet.
Until it wasn’t.
The fly came back from the fucking dead just to torment them.
“I’m going to get that motherfucker in a box and I’m going to set it on fire,” Thena deadpanned as she walked to where they kept the gasoline.
“You’re not doing that...”
“Yes the fuck I am-“
“WITHOUT ME!”
#deffffffffffinetly not me ranting about how annoying flies are through writing#eternals#thenamesh#thenameshweek2022#not canon au#just canon compliant I guess#LaSt SeCoNd OkAy#I fucking forgot what a canon au was lol#IM STILL GONNA POST THIS
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05/07/2022: Thena's attempt at making breakfast for Gilgamesh
For Thenamesh Week 2022 (@thenamesh )
Day 4: Canon AU
Thena stares blankly at Gilgamesh's palm concealing the evident smile on his face and then at the tray in her hands. The omelettes aren't even close to the perfect circular ones that he makes while the bread slices look too burnt to pass as edible. But at least she managed to chop the strawberries and avocado without accidentally cutting herself. And she barely spilled a drop of the orange juice when pouring a glass for him.
This morning she had woken up with the determination to whip him a delicious breakfast as he does for her every day. She had wanted to repay a little of the love and care he puts into everything he does for her but the result clearly isn't very flattering.
“This didn't work out as I had intended,” she states the obvious.
His concealed smile stretches into an amused grin and he finally lowers his palm to take the tray from her hands and gently puts it on his bed. “Well nobody's perfect. Not even the fierce and brave goddess of war Thena.”
“You don’t have to be kind.” She huffs.
“No, I don’t.” He chuckles, his eyes crinkling in happy crescent moons, “but I do appreciate the gesture.”
She can't help herself from smiling back. “Thank you for appreciating this goddess despite her poor culinary skills.”
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Gilgamesh/Thena Masterlist
25 Days of Thena and Gilgamesh (ao3) - Bright_Boisterous_Bananas
M, 5k
Summary: A collection of Drabbles for Thena and Gilgamesh!
Countdown to Christmas with 25 little snippets of pure love, pure fluff, pure pining and more!
academy babylon (ao3) - wiigs
N/R, 42k
Summary: welcome to academy babylon where everything is very alternate universe, but essentially ajak is headmaster, all the eternals are professors/teachers, and thena has ptsd but gilgamesh is there for her.
A Quiet Language, All Their Own (ao3) - Bright_Boisterous_Bananas
T, 1k
Summary: Silence isn’t silent at all, not for Thena and Gilgamesh. They fill it with a special language, all their own; the language of flowers.
even when it all becomes too much (ao3) - funnefatale
G, 7k
Summary: "Are you a Valkyrie?" the child – Thor, she recalls someone saying – asks. He doesn't wait for her response before he proudly informs her, "When I grow up I'm going to be a Valkyrie."
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alternatively: Thena and Gilgamesh accidentally pseudo-adopt a little god child.
Five Times Everyone Assumed Thena and Gilgamesh Were a Couple (ao3) - INMH
T, 2k
Summary: And one time they definitely were.
Home Is a Person (ao3) - Highclasstrash
G, 1k
Summary: Australia, 1520 - 2023.
How to Build a House (ao3) - iamjustabird
T, 19k
Summary: How Thena and Gil ended up in the outback and how their cozy little home for two came to be. It started with just the two of them under the stars after a long journey, and now they have to figure out who they are without the other Eternals, or Arishem, or their mission. Who do they get to be with just each other?
i remember . . . (ao3) - d0mesticbliss
E, 4k
Summary: After the events of the Eternals, Thena spends some time to herself, taking in the consequences of their actions.
An unexpected visitor startles her.
Lay Your Hand Within My Hand (ao3) - Bright_Boisterous_Bananas
E, 1k
Summary:
“Thena. I need to talk with you.”
She stiffens, feeling the meaning of his words. “Not now Gil.”
“Yes now.” He corrects, firm but so soft. “I don’t have my memories, and I need to know.”
When the other Eternals arrive with the news of the Emergence, it spurs something in Gilgamesh to have a long awaited heart-to-heart with his best friend, the one he loves above all others.
Life in the Margins (ao3) - Jupiter77
druig/makkari, gilgamesh/thena, ikaris/sersi
T, 98k
Summary: In one of the reviews of Eternals, the film critic commented that Makkari and Druig had a romance in the margins of the movie. This story explores the margins.
Not a burden (ao3) - TheShipper47
G, 1k
Summary: What happens after Thena hurts Gilgamesh during an episode of Mahd wy'ry?
on a wednesday, in a cafe (ao3) - TaraLy
T, 111k
Summary: Thenamesh Coffee Shop AU. No angst, no plot, only love (and food).
peace and quiet (ao3) - agentromanoff06
G, 1k
Summary: In the kitchen, Thena reflects on her time spent with Gilgamesh. She is safe, she is loved.
reasons are for people you're meant to lose (ao3) - funnefatale
G, 8k
Summary: or the one in which Thena tries to move on but can't.
shattered (ao3) - dramaticfangirl1881
G, 2k
Summary: “I’m sorry,” she whispers, the words thick in her throat.
“I hurt you.”
~in which thena and gilgamesh both feel guilty for hurting each other and they just have a lot of feelings about it
Teach Me To Love (ao3) - iamjustabird
G, 49k
Summary: Thena has just moved next door to her old friend Phastos with her young son Druig in tow. She's worried about how he's going to adjust to the move and to his new school, but Phastos assures her that his friend and neighbour Gilgamesh is the best teacher a kid could ask for. She'll see about that.
the blues and then purple pink skies (ao3) - TaraLy
G, 4k
Summary: It’s been a month since their first conversation on the bus, how are Thena and Gilgamesh doing?
the secret ingredient is love (ao3) - funnefatale
T, 1k
Summary: "I have never been less attracted to you than when you wear that," she says, taking a seat at the kitchen table as he puts on his apron.
He laughs, loud and deep, and something inside of her warms. "My dear, considering the mess we made last night, that might not be such a bad thing."
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O amigo oculto/Eternos AU
O amigo oculto
Gilgamesh tira a torta do forno e olha para o relógio com uma careta. Eles já devem estar chegando a qualquer momento!
Sua adorável esposa, Thena estava no quarto ainda se arrumando.
Ele olha ao redor rapidamente para garantir que tudo está no lugar, a decoração, a mesa, as velas, e a arvore de natal já com alguns presentes. Corre até a mesa para terminar de arrumar os talheres e observa os papeis com o nome de casa um escrito.
Thena e ele tiveram que ficar duas horas para conseguirem organizar os lugares na mesa sem que pudesse ocasionar alguma briga. E ele esperava que desse tudo certo e não houvesse confusões, geralmente elas também afetavam muito a sua Thena e a deixava agressiva. Ele era o único que conseguia acalma-la.
Sua antiga problemática família a deixou assim. Por anos nosso grupo era a válvula de escape dela até que tudo desmoronou.
Passos ecoam e sua esposa aparece deslumbrante em um vestido branco esvoaçante. Ela observava a sala em contentamento.
— Você é um marido de ouro, Gil. – diz amorosamente se aproximando e o beijando delicadamente — Mas precisa trocar a camisa que já está suja de molho. De novo.
— Droga! – ele olha para sua camisa social e corre para troca-la deixando Thena na sala de estar já montada e preparada para seus amigos.
Thena já sabia dos dotes do marido antes mesmo de casarem, já que eram amigos de infância e depois se tornaram colegas de trabalho também, mas ele se superou esse ano. Ela sabia que ele estava animado. Pela primeira vez aceitaram se reunir aqui com eles aqui na Austrália. Em parte ela sabia que ele fazia por ela também já que a separação a afetou muito.
Gil estava há anos tentando fazer essa reconciliação acontecer e ela esperava de verdade que desse certo de verdade. Não só por ele, ela também sentia saudades de seus amigos.
A campainha soa e ela dá uma última conferida em tudo antes de andar a passos lentos e abrir a porta.
— Olá. – Makkari abre um enorme sorriso para ela assim que termina de assinar e Thena retribui prontamente o sorriso carinhoso. Logo elas se abraçam apertado. Ela sempre foi algo como a irmã mais nova para Thena — Você continua ótima, linda como sempre.
— Você também. – Thena assina com as mãos para ela já que Makkari se comunica assim, através da língua de sinais por ser surda desde que nasceu. Isso é claro, nunca a impediu de se juntar ao grupo na escola, na verdade todos aprenderam por ela. Principalmente Druig.
Thena mal consegue segurar o sorriso enquanto Makkari entra olhando a sua casa com admiração. Se Druig realmente vier, ele vai ficar sem palavras quando a ver de novo. Se bem que conhecendo Makkari o decote talvez seja justamente para ele.
Apesar que Thena desconfiava que ele ficaram separados durante todos esses anos.
Ela mal fecha a porta quando tocam de novo a campainha.
— Thena! – Sersi é a segunda a chegar com Dane a reboque. Todos gostavam do novo namorado da amiga, exceto é claro o ex dela, Ikaris que em breve deve chegar. Eles trocam beijinhos no rosto e Dane é o primeiro a elogiar a casa.
— Eu adorei a decoração. – Gil chega no mesmo momento com um suéter vermelho berrante com pequenos desenhos de papai Noel. Presente da própria Thena do natal passado.
— Elogie o homem enorme que acabou de chegar. – Thena fecha a porta e aponta para a árvore para quem já havia chegado deixar seus presentes ali.
— Está bem animado esse ano, Gil. – Sersi senta ao lado de Makkari no sofá que já está com um prato na mão e sorrindo para eles acompanhando a conversa lendo os lábios de cada um.
— E como não estaria? Já faz quanto tempo que não nos reunimos assim? – Thena se senta na poltrona enquanto Gil conversa animadamente com os recém chegados.
— Querido, não tenha muitas esperanças. – Thena que evitar que ele tenha muitas expectativas como nos outros anos e acabe se decepcionando. Embora o tamanho engane ele é muito sensível.
— Se ninguém se matar aqui, já vou considerar um sucesso. – Makkari larga o prato para assinar para a gente. Sersi ri da piada junto com Thena, mas Dane parece nervoso.
Alguém bate na porta e dessa vez Gilgamesh que atende dando de cara com Kingo, Sprite e Ajak na porta.
— Gil! – Ajak, que sempre foi considerada a mãe do grupo e também é a mais velha de todos, é a primeira a abraçar e beijar Gilgamesh no rosto. Na verdade é a única, Sprite e Kingo apenas lhe dão um high-five e entram já mirando os olhos na mesa.
— Karun não veio? – alguém pergunta.
— Não, está com a família na Índia. Dei férias a ele. – Kingo responde procurando um lugar para sentar.
— O coitado merecia. Aliás, ele me pediu para gravar na ausência dele para quem sabe postar algo para os fãs no Instagram. – Sprite pega o celular para prepara-lo para as filmagens – Mas eu o avisei que bem capaz de só ter cenas de brigas e se tivermos sorte de pancadaria.
— Sprite! – Ajak se aproxima da ruiva pequena com uma carranca mas logo suaviza.
Logo se torna uma confusão de abraços, beijos e perguntas sem fim enquanto aguardam os outros na sala próxima a mesa de jantar.
Perto da meia noite, Phastos e sua família chegam junto com, imaginem só, Druig.
Druig cumprimento a todos com um aceno de cabeça, exceto é claro, Makkari que levanta do sofá para abraça-lo apressadamente e sorrindo com as bochechas vermelha.
— Ele nunca me abraça. E olha que vive lá em casa tomando conta do Jake e comendo a minha comida – Phastos resmunga enquanto entra na casa quase cheia de pessoas e vozes. Ben e Jake cumprimentam todos um pouco tímidos de início, afinal estavam conhecendo a famosa antiga família de Phastos.
— Ele não abraça ninguém. – Sersi sorri e o abraça, logo depois cumprimenta Ben e Jake que parece surpreso ao ver tantos amigos do pai.
— Pessoal, quem chegou e não colocou os presentes na arvore, por favor. – Gilgamesh aponta para a arvore já apinhada de presentes. Ao que parece também trouxeram não só presentes do amigo oculto.
— Pelo visto o nosso menino de ouro não vem. – Druig comenta e todos percebem que ele está sentado ao lado de Makkari e eles dividem um prato cheio de salgados e doces.
— Ikaris disse que ia vim. – Kingo comenta sentado em uma das poltronas e olhando para cada presente na arvore tentando imaginar qual é o dele. Ele estava ao lado da Sersi antes mas pelo visto foi expulso por Druig para se sentar ao lado de Makkari.
—Que pena. – Druig comenta de boca cheia e Makkari dá uma cotovelada nele que ri. Ajak dá um olhar malicioso para Thena e Sersi que retribuem. Talvez aqui também seja o momento ideal para eles finalmente abrirem o jogo um com o outro.
— Vou pegar o vinho. – Ajak vai até a cozinha para ajudar a servir a bebida e logo a última campainha que esperavam, toca.
— Seja o que Deus quiser – Kingo comenta e Druig faz o sinal da cruz para a porta. Em parte, no dia que o grupo se separou Druig também brigou com Ikaris já que ambos não se davam muito bem. O pior de tudo mesmo foi a sua briga com Ajak.
Ikaris entra na sala solenemente acenando com a cabeça para todos e Gil pede para ele colocar o presente na arvore. Ele observa a sala atentamente e percebe que não tem mais lugar para ele poder se sentar, a não ser que se sente no encosto do sofá ao lado de Sersi.
O silêncio reina na sala ao perceberem o dilema dele, uns olham para os outros fingindo não perceber comendo ou bebericando o vinho.
— Eu vou pegar uma cadeira para o Ikaris. – Kingo se levanta e some na cozinha enquanto Gil os chamam para seguirem para a mesa e começarem a ceia.
— Eu estuo doido para saber quem me tirou. – Kingo comenta enquanto é o primeiro a se servir.
— E quem você tirou? – Sprite pergunta de olho no vinho. mas sabendo que não podia tomar ainda, já que era menor de vinte e um anos.
— Você verá. – sorri misteriosamente para ela.
— Eu tirei alguém que eu gosto muito, – Ajak comenta sorrindo.
— E de quem você não gosta? – Phastos retruca enquanto ajuda seu filho a cortar a carne no prato.
— Bem provável que essa pessoa seja eu. – Druig comenta sorrindo de orelha a orelha – Já que a última briga foi justamente-
— Acho desnecessário comentarmos isso agora. – Ikaris interrompe Druig que não deixa barato.
— Acho desnecessário você ter vindo. – rebate olhando-o com cinismo e todos veem Ikaris se segurando enquanto trinca o maxilar.
— Tudo bem! – Kingo diz alto para chamar atenção de todos – Quem viu meu último filme? – todos ficam em silêncio o encarando.
— Você fez filme? – Dane pergunta genuinamente pasmo.
— Já saiu? – Sprite também pergunta.
— Eu não tenho DVD – Makkari assina com uma cara de culpada para seu quase irmão.
— Você é ator? – Druig deu uma garfada enorme logo depois.
— Gente! Mais apoio aqui. – Ajak interrompe as implicâncias com o Kingo e se vira para ele com olhos amorosos – Eu vi e você estava divino.
— Obrigado – ele sorri como um garotinho que acabou de ganhar um presente, mas logo seu olhar muda quando se volta para cada um retrucando.
— Sim, Dane eu faço filmes! Sersi estou decepcionado que você não mostrou nenhum dos meus filmes para ele. E sim, Sprite. Saiu e eu te levei nos bastidores, ingratas! Makkari, você não era assim só pode ser influência do Druig! Meus filmes estão agora no streaming, não se faça de desentendida. E Druig, por favor vá se foder.
— Kingo! – Phastos bate na mesa e assusta a todos – Se não percebeu, meu filho está bem aqui!
— Ah para, você não xinga em casa? Nem seu marido? – Ajak começa a acariciar a testa como se estivesse com dor de cabeça.
— Obvio que não na frente dele! – Ben se mantem quieto mas parece querer rir a qualquer momento. Jake nem parece ter percebido o palavrão já que seu foco está entre a comida e os presentes na arvore.
— Pessoal, vamos comer em paz. – Ikaris tenta controlar a situação.
— Sim, por favor. Eu quero chegar vivo em casa. – Dane acena para ikaris em concordância e todos observam essa estranha interação.
— Estamos com você, Dane – Sprite coloca a mão no coração como se estivesse tocada.
— Não entendi. – ele franze as sobrancelhas.
— Se o Ikaris quiser te bater a gente vai te apoiar. – ela completa para o desespero de Sersi que a olha feio.
— Sprite! Fica quieta o Ikaris não faria isso. – Sersi tenta controlar a situação só que o trem descarrilha rápido demais.
— Já está defendendo o ex – Kingo comenta baixo mas justo na hora que todos ficam quietos então é possível ouvir.
— Aposto cinquenta no Dane. – Druig aponta com o garfo para ele.
— Druig! Isso aqui não é ringue de-
— Gosto do Dane, mas acho que o Ikaris leva. – Thena e Druig começam a debater sobre quem ganharia e porquê. — Pela construção física acho que o Ikaris, mas talvez o Dane tenha habilidades secretas que pode mudar o jogo.
— Amor – Gil tenta avisar Thena baixo mas ela está empolgada enquanto conversa com Druig após a simples menção de alguma luta.
— E desde quando tamanho é documento? – Druig sorri para o próprio Dane que está com os olhos arregalados de espanto.
— Que bom que pense assim, tomara que a Makkari também ache isso quando ver o seu pin-
— Ikaris! – Sersi grita com ele pela primeira vez que se assusta. Druig fulmina Ikaris com o olhar e logo Makkari chama a sua atenção para evitar algo pior.
— Pelo amor de Deus, vamos logo começar esse amigo culto – Ajak limpa a boca com um guardanapo e se levanta.
A todo momento Gilgamesh olhava preocupado para Thena mas olha parecia serena e muitas das vezes sorria.
O clima se acalma novamente e esperam os retardatários que ainda estão terminando de comer já sentados na sala. Alguns no chão mesmo.
Escolhem o Gilgamesh para começar o amigo oculto e ele se levanta para ir perto da arvore pegar seu presente.
— Meu amigo oculto é uma pessoa amável, carinhosa, se preocupa com os outros-
— Sou eu – Kingo se levanta do chão mas Thena logo o puxa de volta que cai com a bunda no chão fazendo Druig gargalhar e Kingo o olhar feio.
— Continue querido – Thena sorri carinhosamente para ele.
— Como eu dizia, se preocupa com os outros e todos a consideram a mãe desse grupo. – ele olha para Ajak que já está com os olhos marejados.
Todos na sala gritam e aplaudem.
Ela pega o presente e dá um abraço apertado nele. Ajak nos mostra o que ganhou, um livro sobre como cuidar de uma fazenda. Um bom presente, já que ela havia acabado de comprar uma na Carolina do norte.
— O meu amigo oculto é uma ótima contadora de histórias e Kingo querido abaixa a mão, – todos olham para ele que abaixa a mão decepcionado. – É ainda um pouco rebelde mas é uma ótima companhia para se ter em casa.
Sprite se levanta sorrindo e todo mundo aplaude enquanto grita novamente. Ela abre um sorriso enorme ao nos mostrar o iphone que havia acabado de ganhar.
— De livro para iphone a diferença nos valores é enorme viu. – alguém dá um chute nas costas do Kingo para ele ficar quieto, ele suspeita ser Druig.
— Meu amigo oculto é alguém que eu gosto muito – Kingo mais uma vez se levanta – Não é você, Kingo. Ela é legal, doce e uma ótima irmã mais velha.
Todo mundo fica em silencio sem saber dessa vez quem é.
— A makkari? – Druig chuta.
— Ajak?
— Ela já foi, idiota.
— Então sou eu – Kingo aponta para ele mesmo.
— Eu disse "ela".
— E quem disse que eu não respondo por esse pronome também?
— Porque está na porra no seu twitter "ele/dele".
— Olha a boca suja! – Phastos reclama.
— A Thena? – Gilgamesh também tenta.
— Não. Serio mesmo?
— Falta quem? – Dane pergunta olhando para cada um tentando descobrir.
— Ela está do seu lado. – Sprite responde e todo mundo responde com um sonoro 'a' quando olham para Sersi.
— Eu não acredito que vocês nem pensaram em mim.
— Tinha até esquecido que você estava aqui. – Kingo comenta com os braços cruzados. Sersi faz um sinal com os dedos para ele.
— Sem sinais ofensivos também, por favor. – Phastos avisa para Sersi que pede desculpas.
Sprite e Sersi se abraçam e ela mostra seu presente. Um outro iphone!
— Ah cara! Me falaram que tinha limite de valor e agora são dois iphones! Eu quero pelo menos um ipad do meu amigo oculto! – Kingo reclama e Ajak pede para ele sentar de novo porque estava atrapalhando a visão dela que estava tirando fotos da tão aguardada reunião deles.
— O meu amigo oculto é um cara gentil, atencioso, engraçado e eu juro que se você levantar de novo Kingo eu falo para o Druig te dar outro chute! Enfim, ele é muito fofo e sempre me traz café da manhã na cama.
Dane se levanta e boa parte dos convidados começam a reclamar.
— Não pode isso! Tirar o namorado!
— Ele sabia, não sabia?
— Só falta a Thena tirar o Gilgamesh agora.
— Fiquem quietos que ele não sabia! Eu nem sei o dele, mas enfim. – dá de ombros e Dane dá um selinho fofo nela. Os olhares automaticamente se voltam para Ikaris que está bem ali do lado sentado na poltrona vendo tudo. Quando ele encara todo mundo de volta, tentam disfarçar olhando para o chão ou o teto.
— Então eu não conheço muito meu amigo oculto, só por histórias mesmo, entretanto eu sei que ele é um cara sério, gosta de ficar na dele, é muito protetor e para ser sincero muito bonito. – ele espera para ver se alguém sabia quem era.
— O Druig? – Makkari assina.
— Ele disse bonito. Só você acha isso, Makkari. – Kingo retruca.
— Então você também não é. – Druig rebate.
— Acho que é o Ikaris. – todo mundo olha para a Thena depois dela dar sua sugestão e caem na risada imaginando a situação bizarra.
— Na verdade, é ele mesmo. – Dane respondo sério e as risadas morrem, quer dizer, exceto a do Druig que ri ainda mais até receber uma olhada mortal de Sersi e Ajak.
— Gente, que climão. – Sprite comenta no ouvido de Kingo que acena concordando.
Ikaris parece não saber o que fazer e se levanta em câmera lenta. Sersi sorri nervosamente para a cena enquanto Ajak só tira fotos. Dessa vez ninguém grita ou aplaude só observa tudo com constrangimento e expectativa.
Eles quase se abraçam ai mudam para aperto de mão e sai algo como a metade de ambos. Ikaris nos mostra o que ganhou, um tênis da Nike.
— Até que foi um bom presente – Phastos comenta enquanto Ikaris pega seu presente da arvore e se vira para olhar para todos.
— Por mim eu dava era uma bomba ou mandava césio 137. – Druig comenta baixo mas Thena sorri e pisca para ele.
— Bem, eu tirei a Makkari. – todo mundo olha para a cara do Ikaris em descrença – O que foi?
— É para dizer as caraterísticas da pessoa, idiota! – Sprite responde.
— Mas porque se eu poderia ser direto e dizer quem é?
— Eu não me importo, eu quero meu presente. – O pessoal para de reclamar depois que a Makkari termina de assinar já se levantando e dando um abraço rápido em Ikaris. Ela realmente só se importava com o presente, mesmo sendo o Ikaris que a tirou.
Ela ganhou uma réplica da joias britânicas e fica exultante já colocando algumas e deixando outras na caixa acolchoada.
— Bem, meu amigo oculto é meu amigo há anos, aprontávamos juntos o tempo todo, ele é legal, idealista, luta pelas coisas que acredita, se preocupa com os outros embora pareça que não, é muito bonito e –
— Não precisa dizer mais nada. – Kingo se levanta rápido e pega o presente da mão de Makkari antes que ela impedisse. Ele tira uma jaqueta de couro da sacola – Linda Kari, mas eu não gosto de jaquetas de couro.
— Não era você! – Assina e todo mundo olha para Druig em pé atrás de Kingo. Ele pega a jaqueta e a veste.
— Achei linda, como você. – Druig flerta com ela na frente de todos enquanto Kingo olha de um para outro de boca aberta.
— Não, espera ai. – todo mundo fica na expectativa, o momento que ele vai finalmente descobrir – Você está flertando com a minha Makkari? Minha irmãzinha do coração? Na minha frente?
— Claro, e porque ele não faria isso se estamos juntos? – Makkari responde e todos se surpreendem com a revelação.
— Juntos?
— Vocês são um casal?
— Parabéns!
— EU SEMPRE SOUBE!
— Quero ser o padrinho do casamento.
Kingo parece estar em choque sem se mover enquanto Druig sorri para ele presunçoso e faz sinal com a mão para ele sair dali.
— Muito bem, Druig sua vez. Alguém por favor tira o Kingo daí. – Gilgamesh interfere.
Sprite puxa o Kingo que se senta no chão igual um boneco de pano.
— Meu amigo oculto é um cara que sempre admirei, muito inteligente, quer deixa seu legado na humanidade e para isso se esforça cada vez mais em suas invenções. Além de ter uma linda família e uma geladeira recheada. Eu seu filho nos divertimos muito quando eu banco a babá e não é só porque ficamos comendo e jogando videogame. – Phastos se levanta e todos gritam e aplaudem principalmente quando Druig o abraça.
Phastos nos mostra sua maleta que parece pesada e cheia de ferramentas. Ele sempre vivia reclamando que perdia alguma ferramenta, agora já tem algumas sobressalentes. Druig antes de voltar a se sentar perto da Makkari troca soquinhos com Jake.
— Meu amigo oculto é um cara estiloso, talentoso e seus filmes fazem muito sucesso. As vezes ele é insuportável, mas a gente aguenta. – os olhos se voltam para Kingo que ainda parece estar alheio.
— Engraçado, agora que é você não se levanta. – Thena comenta.
— Eu o que?
— Eu te tirei Kingo. – ele se levanta já revigorado e sorrindo pegando seu presente até mesmo se esquecendo de abraçar Phastos.
Phastos fez imagens de ferro de algumas cenas dos filmes mais famosos do Kingo e todo mundo olha admirado seu trabalho detalhista.
— Eu adorei! Melhor do que um iphone só eu mesmo – Druig revira os olhos enquanto Ajak limpa uma lagrima que escorre. – Meu amigo oculto é uma pessoa que as vezes me dá medo mesmo sendo muito bonita-
— Thena – Druig responde.
— Deixa eu terminar de falar!
— Você não deixava ninguém terminar de falar.
Thena já estava de pé e andou elegantemente até Kingo que estava emburrado e pegou o presente das suas mãos. La estava vários pinceis e tinta para ela pintar em seu tempo livre. E logo depois ela tira alguns DVDs dos filmes do Kingo.
— É blu-ray e tem cenas extras que não tem no streaming. – pisca para ela que nem finge que vai assistir.
— Acho que agora é meio obvio quem eu tirei. – Thena começa a olhar para seu marido.
— Que armação.
— Sabia.
— Eu falei.
Gilgamesh foi até ela e deu um selinho e todo mundo começou a gritar em comemoração. Ele tirou da sacola algumas formas e uma frigideira top de linha.
Logo após o amigo oculto o clima já estava bem mais ameno. Todos mostravam seus presentes alegremente e bebiam enquanto beliscavam alguns aperitivos que Gilgamesh já havia preparado.
Os presentes sobressalentes logo foram trocados, Makkari trouxe presentes para todos, incluindo Ben e Jake. Druig trouxe poucos presentes, a maioria era para Makkari de qualquer forma. Ajak também distribuiu presentes e Kingo reclamou que ela não lhe deu um ipad. Sersi deu presente para Ikaris também e ele trouxe um para ela. Dane e Jake ficaram num canto da sala brincando com seus presentes. De longe, Jake foi o que ganhou mais presentes.
Thena sutilmente segue seu marido até a cozinha e abraçou sua cintura enquanto ele estava de costas para ela.
— Parabéns amor, sua festa foi um sucesso. Acho que a partir daqui podemos começar a nos reunir e voltar a sermos o que era antes.
Ele beija sua cabeça amorosamente enquanto ri aliviado.
— Sim, vamos dar um passo de cada vez.
As vozes alegres são interrompidas por barulhos de objetos caindo e quebrando no chão. Thena e Gil correm até a sala e veem Kingo com os braços esticados querendo atingir Druig que está no canto da sala com um prato na mão e na outra segura a cintura de Makkari.
Ikaris está no meio com o olho fechado parecendo que foi atingido e Dane no chão com a testa sangrando enquanto Sersi limpa sua testa com a toalha da mesa que agora está destruída.
— O que diabos aconteceu aqui?! – Thena pergunta para Ajak que tenta acalmar Kingo.
— Esse indecente está corrompendo a Makkari! – Kingo grita. Sprite está no canto com o celular novo filmando tudo.
— E precisava me acertar? – Ikaris rosna para ele enquanto o segura pela cintura.
— Foi sem querer!
— E eu acabei caindo em cima do Dane, que está sangrando ali!
— Eu estou bem gente. – soa a voz fraca do Dane ao lado da mesa quebrada. Ainda bem que ele havia retirado a ceia e os pratos, mas algumas comidas ainda estavam ali, junto com os copos e o vinho.
— Ele está surtando por que me viu beijando a Makkari – Druig responde olhando para Thena e Gil que logo entendem tudo o que aconteceu.
— E foi eu que o beijei ainda. – Makkari o defende.
— Kingo, você não deveria ter feito isso. – Ajak começa com o sermão que duraria horas enquanto Druig continua com Makkari a tira colo junto com a comida ignorando tudo e todos.
Ben, marido do Phastos se aproxima de Gil e Thena que já começam a arrumar a bagunça da briga e os ajuda a recolher os cacos quebrados.
— Adorei essa reunião de vocês, no próximo ano também quero participar do amigo oculto de vocês.
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Hi! Newbie here🙈 it took me months to send my first request. Can I request something like witch Thena randomly seeing Gilgamesh in the forest and playing with her magic so she randomly turned him into a baby bear. And of course she had to face the consequences of taking care of him because bear Gil doesn't leave her alone, he always finds his way to Thena. So Thena finally gave up and took care of him, she hated it at first but bear Gilgamesh is just so cute and is all clingy to her and would also throw cute tantrums. She had to endure how messy bear Gil eats and how he needs to be cuddled up to sleep. And each night Thena tries to put a spell or a potion on him and at one point there's this last potion she has left and it didn't work. Bear Gil was just teary when it didn't work on him and Thena just had to apologize because she turned a random person into a bear forever, she could only cuddle him to sleep. But when she woke up, she wasn't expecting that the small bear she was cuddling last night was back into its original form and still cuddling with her.
And thank you! I hope this is not a lot, bye😭🙈
Thena huffed as a nose nudged her elbow. "What?"
The bear whined/growled at her, her cloak between his teeth.
She sighed. There was once a time she would have given it her coldest glare and yelled at it to get away from her. But she accepted the cloak before pulling it around her shoulders, "thank you."
The bear moaned before lumbering across the fire from her. He sat patiently, knowing how this worked by now.
It was far from their first attempt to change him back into a human.
If she knew how she had turned him in the first place, she would undo it. But it had been reactive--instinctive! She had felt a presence in the precious isolation of her northern forest and responded by sending out a burst of magic as a hand grasped her shoulder. Then, the next thing she knew, there was a small bear lying in the snow.
He was all paws, at first. Clumsy, unused to this body. She reasoned that time as a bear would do him some good! Humans were such terrible creatures, no magic at all, unconnected from the elements and the world around them.
But the bear toddled after her, whining and growling in its frustration. She had slammed her door in its face at first. But when the chill of the night set in, as did her guilt. She had only intended to let it in to warm by her fire for the night. Then she would find it a new home.
But the bear made itself at home. He got into her honey, pawed at her spell books, even made his way to her bed to snuggle up to her! She had half a mind to turn it into a mealyworm for that, but maybe its pitiful little face had gotten to her. She said just that night!
Now it was later, a number of new moons past. She couldn't undo it--she couldn't even figure out what exactly she had done to cause it! And the creature once a human trapped as a bear cub was now a midsize bear. He had acclimated to his new form, and cooperated as she tried to find ways to undo her magic.
It wasn't a spell, because spells wore off, or changed with the condition of the subject. It wasn't a hex, that couldn't be completed by reflex alone. And it wasn't a curse, because nothing had happened to her in the process. Nothing tethered her life to his.
But she had a duty to him, nonetheless. He had gotten too big for her bed, but he still slept by her hearth every night, she still shared her meals and they tried spells and potions every night together.
"This might be it," she dared to speak aloud as the steam from the potion receded. Its colour turned, and she could practically see her face in the surface of the viscous matter. She picked up a ladle of it and offered the bowl.
The bear sniffed it and recoiled, sticking out its tongue.
"Oh, stop," she chided him, still holding it out.
He puffed through his nose before accepting it in his paws. They were twice the size of her hands, now. He sniffed at it a little more before taking a lick.
She smiled as he flinched. "It's steaming hot, you."
He made a variety of sounds, and she wondered if she would ever know what he sounded like as a human. He set the bowl down and took a mouthful of snow before eating the potion with his grotesque teeth.
Thena held her breath, gripping the edges of her cloak as they waited for a reaction. The wind even this far up the mountain was chilly, but he was now to the size where they didn't really want to experiment with spells inside the cottage. The last one had doubled the volume of his fur, creating a mess that took her a week to clean in total.
He looked around him for a few moments, then at his paws, before slumping down in the snow again. It didn't work.
Thena looked down at her feet in the snow as well. Yet another failure. It wasn't just the potion, it was how truly saddened he seemed. Perhaps he was yearning for home. Perhaps it was nearing a time in his human life of significant importance. She hadn't exactly gotten around to asking if he had a family waiting for him.
The bear sat up again, although his ears had a heavy droop to them. He moaned faintly, his breath showing in the cold air from his muzzle.
Thena's throat clenched. For every time that didn't work, this was the worst. Their hopes had been high, and after more than half a year, she really did think she had found the right mix.
She had even gotten his hopes up about it. They had read the spell book together, gathered the ingredients. She had told him that perhaps this would do it--a potion to revert the development of cells. Technically it was for unpickling a vegetable, but she had done her research, and she was confident she could use it on a living subject.
She had practised on fish! All of which went to him as a meal to reward him for his help. But she had successfully used it.
"I'm so sorry."
The bear lifted its head, and even seated, he could see eye to eye with her. Even the breath from his wet black nose was visible in the air.
"I thought-" she pressed her lips shut as her throat squeezed again. She had no right to cry. It was his life which had been changed irreparably. She moved her hand to his head, rubbing the soft black fur there and around his much softer ears. When he would sneak into her bed for warmth, she would play with them while he slept. "I thought this would be the one."
The bear bellowed gently, moving his snout to brush his nose against her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder. His arm tucked her closer to him, his paw hanging loosely so he wouldn't claw her by accident. Bears had amazingly warm bodies.
Thena sighed against his neck. He smelled much better now than he did when he was small, always getting his food everywhere and needing to be brushed. She patted his shoulder, "come on."
He followed her silently, kicking snow up with his paws behind him to douse their fire. It was a sombre occasion; they could come back for her cauldron in the morning.
Thena tried to keep her tears at bay as they walked back into the cottage. She hung up her cloak while her companion lumbered right over to the fire. He dropped down on the rug she had woven for him more heavily than ever. Her heart twisted again.
He stirred as he felt her against his back.
"I'm sorry," she whispered again, pressing the tears she couldn't contain into his fur. He huffed and she nuzzled into him until it rustled her hair, "I'm sorry I have altered your life so. It was never my intention."
He didn't exactly have a reply for her.
"I won't stop," she promised, leaning more heavily against his shoulder. She was exhausted. "I won't stop until I change you back."
Even if he was a human. Even if he hated her. Even if he yelled and screamed at her as soon as he was back to being a man. She couldn't blame him for it, now could she? Even if he returned with a pitchfork to burn their cottage to the ground.
No: her cottage.
She had brought him into her home. But for him, this was just a shelter from the cold, after she had turned him into a beast. Surely he was yearning for his own home. Was he missing a wife who would say soft things to him at night? Did he have children who asked every night where their father had gone? Did their mother tell them stories of wicked witches who snapped away handsome men to be their familiar servants for all their lives?
She would try the potion again. She would test it more. She would test it on more species, larger and more varied. If a witch's life was devoted to magic and the pursuit of its endless knowledge, then she had a new mission. Her only reason for all her days forward was helping this bear become a man again. A man who would hate her and curse her name for generations to come.
She had no idea how she could sleep at all with thoughts like that in her head. But she had indeed slept, her face buried in the bear's soft fur, smelling of the smoke from the fire. But he was just so warm. She nuzzled her face against it again, even coming her fingers through it.
It didn't feel the same, though. And he wasn't as soft as he had felt the night before, either. She winced as she tried to drag herself awake. Potions still required magic, and creating a new potion or casting a new spell every night had her at her limit.
"You okay?"
"Hm," she sighed, blinking as the sun hit her eyes. She was still on the floor, she realised as she looked up at the hearth, eating up the smoke from the fire that had gone out in the night. She should have been freezing, though, if that were the case. Why wasn't she in her bed? She was on the floor. She was on...a chest.
Her head shot up. It wasn't her bear, with his massive black eyes and cold, wet nose. It was a human. A human man with a face, and a smile. It was a nice smile. He had a soft voice.
"Hey."
#Thenamesh AU#thank you for the ask sweetheart!#and thank you for your patience#I hope you like it!!!!!#I love the idea of witch Thena#she lives in solitude in the ice forests#and one day this dude just...wanders into her front yard#and bam!!!!!#a bear#I did change it just a little#because I think for him to keep his memories he couldn't be a cub for long#Gil is himself#just as a bear#He looks through her spell books#he tries to communicate#but she's just like quiet down I'm trying to work#but he grows fond of this...woman#he knows that witches can be merciless on humans#so the fact that she's taken him in#he thinks he can see a soft side in this frosty witch#and he likes cuddling at night#he misses it when he gets bigger and can't fit in bed with her anymore#but she would say goodnight by ruffling the fur between his ears#and he doesn't admit that he was awake on the odd occasion she would kiss the top of his head#also the potion got watered down by the snow so it took a little longer#just by the way y'know
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Let's turn the tables!
Sersi and Dane have the eternal/human relationship. What if Thena and Gilgamesh have this relationship? They've been married for a long time and live their lives together. But through an incident, Gilgamesh learns of Thena's true identity as an Eternal.
"So," Gil started as he took a seat next to her, among the other civilians who were caught up in the 'alien incident' and being treated by the first responders.
Thena inhaled and immediately sighed, budging over with her shock blanket over her shoulders. He took a seat beside her. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, "so."
He was used to having to guide the conversation between the two of them. Even if he'd gotten some pretty new information in the last hour. "So...you're not a wizard?"
Thena let out a faint kind of laugh, although her throat was tight. "I'm afraid not."
Gil nodded, looking down at his feet. He turned to her, looking at her hands tucked away inside the blanket. "Can you show me again?"
Thena pulled out her hand, and even regardless of the general masses mulling around, she furrowed her brows. But all that happened was a faint golden spark, fizzling as soon as it appeared. "I shouldn't have been able to do it at all."
Gil waited, as he always did, patiently biding his time as she sorted her words out the way she wanted. He was owed the explanation, of course, after witnessing her pull up her shield into her hand after hundreds of years of her powers being dormant.
"We're called Eternals, from the planet Olympia," she began. "We came here 7000 years ago on the Domo, our starship, to protect humans from the Deviants."
"Deviants," he nodded, looking around. The carcass of the beast in question was already being covered up and transported by the authorities. "That's what that thing is?"
Thena also looked over to the beast's body. "We thought they were extinct. I killed my last one over four hundred years ago, before my family parted ways."
Gil looked at her.
She fidgeted with the blanket again, "my, um, siblings."
"Okay," he said aloud more than in response to anything. It was his way of trying to talk through what he was feeling. It sounded just the same as when she would tell him she threw out his terrible smelling sourdough starter. Or when she had asked about getting a pet but only if it was reptilian. "So, you and your siblings fought these things...hundreds of years ago."
She nodded.
"So," he blinked, making a face. He was uncomfortable. "Why did you stay on earth?"
Thena looked down at her lap--at her useless, powerless hands. "We weren't called home, so we remained on the planet. But with the Deviants defeated, there was no reason to stay together for some of us."
"Some of you?" Gil asked with a frown. He had at least some of the story. He knew that she had favourites among her siblings, to say the least.
"There was something else." That was quite an understatement, even for her. She held out her hand again, still unable to get more than a few sparks. "There is a sickness you can develop as an Eternal. It's called Mahd Wy'ry."
Gil's face showed a mix of things, but she knew he wasn't entirely happy when he said, "does it give you migraines?"
Thena winced, but she knew that he wasn't saying it to worsen what was happening, or hurt her in any way. He had a right to feel deceived. Their entire marriage probably seemed deceptive given what he was learning.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, slipping his hand into the blanket to close against hers, even pressing her little fizzles of Cosmic Energy between their palms. "I'm just trying to understand all this."
She couldn't blame him, really. She squeezed his hand, their fingers woven together, as they often were. "Mahd Wy'ry degrades the powers over time. It slowly affects the ability to call upon the Cosmic Energy an Eternal possesses until they are all but estranged from it."
Gil squeezed her hand again. "You had a shield in your hand. It was gold and it looked like it was both clear and-"
Thena shook her head. "Gil, I haven't been able to do that in centuries. I don't know how I did it then."
Gilgamesh sighed, though. He pulled her hand towards him, out from the blanket until he could kiss her wedding ring. "You saved my life, hon."
That was how. Thena looked at the man - the human man - she loved, feeling as if her heart could weep. This sweet, gentle human man who had given her his whole heart was still here with her. Upon hearing she was ageless, that she was an alien and that she had powers lying dormant within her.
Thena leaned up and in, tipping her head up for a kiss. Once, years ago, this movement was completely foreign to her. But now, she was practised in it. And her husband granted her request, pressing his lips to hers.
"Hey," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers and holding her cheek. The simple word brought tears to her eyes. "Look, this is a lot to absorb. But...you're still Thena, right?"
She nodded, too teary to speak quite yet.
"Okay then," he resolved with another kiss. He pulled back enough to look at her. "So, what else do I need to know?"
Thena sighed again. Oh, her sweet, sweet Gilgamesh. Always so ready to face whatever came his way. Even the positively poisonous dinner she cooked for him on their second wedding anniversary in an honest attempt to be romantic.
"Sersi really is a humanitarian, and she helped me adjust to living as a human for the first few decades when I was on my own. And she did go north to make it work with Ikaris, but instead of being stationed in Alaska, he just...flew off, one day. None of us knew why."
Gil made a face but kept silent. He knew how they felt about Ikaris.
"Druig was most worried about my illness," she smiled at the thought of her brother. "He offered to stay with me, make sure I was safe. But in the end he agreed that I should find a way to live my own life."
Gil nodded and kissed her hand again. He was a big believer in living life the way one wanted without regrets.
"After I managed to go a few years without questions about my 'oddness' or my skin routine, I figured it was safe to venture further. I travelled some, taught languages to cover for my knowledge of things," she smiled. She always did value those years. And she could see why Sersi fell so in love with the planet at first sight.
"How did you end up here?"
"I travelled with Kingo some. I liked the heat of the eastern continents and eventually I determined Australia was a good fit for me," she concluded, looking around them. There was damage, certainly, but Sydney as a whole would recover.
Gil squeezed her hand again, "will they come? If these things were supposed to be dead, I mean."
Thena nodded. She could imagine her siblings with the same issues, at least some of them. There was no telling what it meant for them if Deviants were indeed roaming the earth again. And for them to find her here, even without her powers, they could surely find Druig in his remote commune or Sprite buried in her illusions.
"Well," Gil cleared his throat and shifted his posture. He gave her his most encouraging smile, like when he was trying to tell her that just stirring what he had on the stove would not make it explode. "Think they'll like me?"
Thena pulled him in to kiss her again. In all honesty, she didn't know what they would think of her human husband. Even the siblings with whom she was closest wouldn't call her one to share details of herself. But she held his cheek as she told him, "I love you, so they will have to as well."
#Thenamesh AU#I love this idea!!!#Gil says get behind me!#man's trying to protect his wife#next thing he knows she's in front of him#and there's a shield materialised out of nowhere on her arm#his jaw drops but it's gone in the blink of an eye#no one else saw it#and the thing that was chasing after them is stumbling back like it ran into an stoppable force#or the immovable object#it gets taken down by human authorities#If only they had a brother who could wipe the incident from the minds of the entire city#they do come by the way#Ikaris and Sprite and Sersi arrive first#Ikaris looks at his sister holding hands with a human and is like#I'm going back to the arctic#Thena: good I hope you freeze to death up there#Gil: ah siblings
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Hey could I ask for a Thenamesh human au were Thena is raising her little sisters (Sersi and Sprite) after their parents die and Gilgamesh is her co-worker who finds her having a mini breakdown and comforts her? Kinda slow burn-ish and no smut if possible
"Sorry!"
Thena pressed even harder on her eyebrows, sure she would get bruises from it. Maybe then she might actually get medical clearance for time off. "It's fine."
"I didn't mean-"
"It's fine!" she snapped at him again, shifting to swipe at the corners of her eyes and wipe the tears onto her fingertips and then on the sleeves of her cardigan. "I was just...looking for something."
But all she heard was the door shutting gently.
Thena sighed, picking her head up and looking around the shelves. All that was in here was extra paper and printer ink. "Gil, I'm fine."
Gil was sweet, if a little too sweet. He went out of his way for people, which their firm really discouraged. But he was going into family law, which was easy to tell from the 'everything' about him.
"Yeah, I just, uh," she heard him shuffle around before finally turning to glare at him. Her glower was usually strong enough to scare away anyone else. He pointed at the shelf of toner. "Printer."
She closed her eyes, feeling the throbbing in her head from her coffee and the twitch in her eyes from her need for sleep. But they had a lot of contracts to examine, and Sersi was in the middle of the soccer season, which meant she didn't even get home until 6, which pushed dinner to 7 and that said nothing about homework and getting Sprite to bed at a decent hour.
"Um," Gilgamesh gulped, tugging at the suit he was wearing. It was standard attire for the firm, of course, but she always imagined he had a hard time finding suits to really fit him. Perhaps he needed shirts and Jackets in one fitting and trousers in a smaller one. "How was Sersi's game?"
She whipped her head up at him, and she must have looked ready for murder by the way he flinched. "What?"
He went stiff as a board, practically pressing his back to the door. "S-Sersi--your sister, you said she had a soccer game on friday. H-How did it go...if that's okay."
Right, friday; she had rushed home from work, still with half a day's work to complete, picked up Sprite, gotten her not to gripe all through grocery shopping, bundled her up for Sersi's game, which was a loss, and it was a hard loss, and Sersi got a few scrapes and bruises, so then they were both a little cranky for the start of the weekend, and of course that meant she didn't actually get any work done-
"Thena?"
She blinked, feeling as if she had gone somewhere else entirely. This was getting ridiculous. She just needed coffee, she reasoned. Even more coffee. She shook her head.
"Hey," he whispered, not moving from the door to let her out, despite her moving closer. "Are you okay? I know you're...I know you've got a lot on your plate."
A lot on her plate? She had that already with this job and the beginnings of her career. Her student debt alone would be more than a full plate.
That was before handling a joint funeral, and counselling for her sisters, and getting them back to school, and a full year of them not being themselves. And then, when they finally seem to be getting better, both of them start having the worst time with school in their lives.
Or maybe their mother was just better at dealing with it than Thena could say for herself. And while their father wasn't exactly her favourite person, let alone parent, her first year of filing her taxes with two dependants was enough for her to look into a decent accountant for this year.
"Listen, I know you've got this under control," Gil continued, visibly worried about saying the wrong thing. "I know you're tougher than I could ever imagine."
She really didn't know about that.
"But if you need--I mean, if you ever want a hand with anything, or even just logistics, or carpooling or something," he suggested, losing confidence with every new idea. His massive shoulders drooped and he gave her those big, sad puppy dog eyes that always got him the best desk and the best cases and the best lunch, "just let me know, y'know?"
Thena gulped. Heat rose up in her as the horror of her tears resurfaced. She was done crying. It was the middle of the work day. She didn't have time for this. This had never been an issue before.
Can we have lasagne?
Just that simple text from Sprite had set her off. Because Sprite loved lasagne--she loved their mother's lasagne. And for an entire year Sprite couldn't even stand hearing the word, let alone the sight of it. And to have her ask for it, when they all knew that Thena was somehow the worst cook of all three of them.
Gil blinked as Thena dropped her head, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her hand over her eyebrows again. His hands hovered around her, never crossing the last few inches of boundary she held.
Thena was just as shocked as she leaned froward and her forehead met something firm. But she couldn't choke it all back, a squeak escaping her as her tears dropped to the musty old storage closet carpet below.
"Hey," he whispered soothingly. Of course the bastard was great at comforting people too. Why wouldn't he be? Why wouldn't he be so completely perfect? "It'll be okay."
She usually hated when people spoke so certainly. Because what did they know? What assurance did they have? But Gil meant well. He only ever meant well. Her breathing slowed and she realised she was truly letting him embrace her. What an unfortunate turn this had taken. But he was warm, and he smelled nice. And it felt nice when he rubbed her back.
Gil let her pull away, not making a grand affair out of the whole thing. He brushed away a few more tears of hers, "you okay?"
She nodded. She was far, far from it. But she could probably get through the rest of the work day without humiliating herself further. Her throat felt dry as a bone. "Thank you."
Gil tilted his head at her. He did give off the first impression that he would be some meathead, into his own looks and loud and brash and hypermasculine. But he was kind, he was considerate of others and his good nature only made him more sensitive to those around him. "I mean it, Thena, if there's anything you need at all."
He was one of only a few who even knew about her sisters. She didn't really go around announcing her past, and she wasn't one for keeping precious personal keepsakes on her desk either. But Gil had once seen her phone light up with a notification and asked who the girls on her lockscreen were.
And as much as she could have told him to mind his own business - and he would have, knowing him - it seemed worse to ignore it. So she had told him about her sisters, and how she had basically acquired them as children, as far as the state was concerned.
The biggest advantage to Gilgamesh knowing about her duties outside the office was that he was her biggest defender whenever she couldn't make events outside of work. Of course a lot of deals happened out of the office as well as in, and being able to seal those deals came with the job. But Gil always had an excuse ready for her when she couldn't join them for drinks after work, or make a round of golf or two on sunday morning.
He smiled as she finally picked her head up. "There she is."
She chose to ignore that. She sniffled, dabbing at her eyes again. If anyone asked her if she was okay once she stepped out of this closet, she might commit an act worthy of termination. "Thanks."
"Any time," he shrugged. He still didn't leave. "I saw you get up from your desk. I thought-"
Silence came over him, perhaps at the admission that he had all but followed her here. Any other coworker and she would have her keys in her hand and a knife with his car's name on it. But only Gilgamesh could say something like that and have it be just as innocent as he meant it.
"Sorry," he concluded, having discouraged himself yet again. He blushed.
She truly was a bitch of epic proportions to inspire this level of fear from the sweetest man alive, she gathered. Usually that wasn't a problem, of course, but just this once: it was undeserved. "That's nice of you, Gil."
That seemed to surprise him even more than walking in on her crying in the closet.
She finally reached for the doorknob, and Gil nearly leapt out of her way. She headed back to her desk, with the same papers in hand as when she had first gone in. At least at her desk, she could take a breath. Her computer was still open on emails, she set the papers beside her.
Of course
She replied to Sprite, although if she got more texts she was just going to tell her not to text in class.
If her sister wanted lasagne, then she would find a way to make it happen. Affection was not her most polished skill, but love needed no polishing. If her baby sister wanted lasagne, she would have it.
If only she weren't a horrendously bad cook.
Sersi was decent, but she only ever let her help when Sersi herself seemed eager to do so, and that was usually on weekends. And Ajak was an excellent cook. Her handwritten recipes alone would not help Thena actually produce the promised product.
Thena picked up her phone again. She scrolled until she could select the contact in her phone. Perhaps it was silly to text him when his desk was in sight of hers. She was just in a closet with the man. But she selected his name and typed.
Can you make lasagne?
#Thenamesh AU#thank you for the ask sweetheart!#it's okay I only post smut if it's specifically asked for and it will always be tagged#this is a very sweet prompt#I love the idea of Thena doing her very best for these girls#at first of course she's like I do not know how to be a mother#but they don't need a mother they need their sister#so Thena#freshly out of law school and deep in debt goes yes I will take my sisters into my custody#she takes the first job she can at any firm that pays decently#she can never socialise outside of work because she's literally a single mother#not that she wants to socialise anyway but that's beside the point#meanwhile Gil is everyone's fav#he's sweet he's charming he's charismatic#and he goes and has a beer after work and he gets offered to help on a big contract and he's like#okay but I'd like Thena on it with me#they're like uh buddy you don't need the ice queen's help#he goes no but she did study divorce and custody law it kind of overlaps with my specialty sometimes#anyway lasagne!#Thena says this is my...friend#from work#Sersi and Sprite:#Sersi and Sprite: is this your boyfriend?#Thena: dO NOT!!!!!#but I mean come on#your sister brings home this super handsome and funny and sweet guy from work#and he takes off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves#and gets to work on your late mom's precious lasagne recipe?#they don't watch tv at all they're just spying on them all night
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Hello! 🫣
I had this idea: thenamesh academic rivals?
Gil is a top student, mostly getting a mark of 100. but whenever Thena asks her rival what he got he always says a lower point (for example he says 97 and she got a 98) , hiding his exam behind his back 🫣
Thena glared at the chair next to hers as it was taken.
"Uh," Gilgamesh attempted - yet again - to strike up a casual conversation, "hey."
Thena tapped her papers on her desk, waiting for the professor to come in, as well as tell them how they would be conducting the labs with their students for the day. "I trust you've already looked up what your score for the mid-term was."
"What was yours?"
Thena clenched her teeth in her jaw. It didn't matter what she got, he would get just the same, if not better. She had worked her whole life to become a historical scholar, as was expected of her. And this guy always managed to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, seemingly without so much as blinking. "I achieved 98. I believe the two point demerit was due to my oversight in the essay section."
Gilgamesh merely nodded, offering a nervous kind of smile. "Ah, well, the essay parts are always the toughest."
She slid her eyes over to him. She didn't truly wish to know, but she also couldn't resist knowing. "And you?"
"Ninety..." he trailed off, as he always did when they were discussing their academic performance. She glared at him to finish, "seven?"
Thena smiled, although she did her best not to appear smug and unbecoming. "An admirable mark."
"Thanks," he laughed off, like it was nothing. Professor Stoss was a famously tough professor despite his young age, and getting any good mark from him was already a feat.
Thena did somewhat believe that the affability Gilgamesh possessed made people go easier on him. And even then, she had to concede that he was intelligent and competent in their field of study. It infuriated her.
She had the weight of the world on her in the expectation to perform. She was even a teaching assistant entirely to advance her studies and career. Otherwise, the interaction with other students was far too much for her own preference.
But Gilgamesh said he was good in historical studies merely because his mother had possessed a fondness for them. Thena devoted hours to studying and research and Gilgamesh worked part time at a diner close to the university. And yet he used to consistently beat her in every assignment and quiz and test.
Only in recent months did he seem to be coming just a single point under her, and even that was not enough. Thena had already heard from her own family how outstanding this no-name student was and how those in their field of work were asking about him.
"Did you...do anything this weekend?"
Thena looked over, somewhat astonished that he was still trying to make conversation with her.
He shrugged, tapping his fingers anxiously on the cover of his textbook. "I heard there was a fancy party for the TAs, I mean. I assumed you went."
Thena frowned. There was indeed an event for the faculty and their chosen assistants--those who showed promise enough to earn extra credits in teaching. She hadn't attended because she felt no need (nor did Phastos, in her defense). "I assumed you had gone."
"Oh, no," Gilgamesh smiled down at the desk. "I take the late shifts on weekends. They're long, but we don't get many people, so I can get studying or work done, y'know?"
Thena swallowed her words. She had all this envy for his natural skill, but his work was just as legitimate as hers. And he worked to pay his rent, living off campus, while she lived in a dorm for female academic leaders. Gilgamesh stole his time studying as opposed to building his entire life around it.
"You deserve to enjoy yourself a little."
She looked at him again, still frowning. "I beg your pardon?"
"S-Sorry." He went back to staring down at the tattered edges of his textbook. But she kept looking at him, waiting for him to elaborate. The silence worked, dragging his words out of him. "I just mean...you work really hard, right? You're always top of the class. You should be allowed to have some fun, sometimes."
She did work hard. She devoted every waking moment of her life to her studies, and the one person who continuously thwarted her attempts at perfection was the one to point it out?
It would be easier to be angry with him if he were dislikeable in any way. As it stood now, all she had to go on was that he always beat her in academic achievement, and so effortlessly at that. But even with that, she had to concede that he worked just as hard, if not harder than her for it! And it was infuriating!
"Sorry," he repeated, looking away from her glowering at him.
She sighed. "No, I'm sorry. It was an innocent question."
He looked at her, completely astonished. She would like to snap at him for thinking she couldn't even just apologise for being overly adversarial with him. But that would defeat the point. "Well, I know you don't really like small talk."
It was that she wasn't good at it. She angled herself in her chair, destroying her perfect posture to face him somewhat more properly. "Should you not have also...enjoyed yourself? When do you have time to socialise if you are either studying or working?"
"Well, I have friends I can see in my other classes," he shrugged.
Oh. Yes, of course. Thena felt her hackles raise again at the idea that she was so unfamiliar with the idea of having friends in any of their classes. But she was trying to be nicer to him.
"But," he offered another sheepish smile, bending closer to whisper like children trading a secret in grade school. "This class is my favourite."
Thena just stared at him. She supposed that made sense. He always said he had the same like of history and classics that his mother had. But the idea that she was included in the categorisation of his favourite anything; a warm feeling spread in her chest.
"The lovebirds are here already."
Students began filtering into the small lecture hall, facing them seated at the front of the room. The one who made the comment plunked down close to the door. Another one looked in their direction, "don't you two ever sleep in?"
They got jokes and insinuations that they were together all the time. Apparently, everyone could see some kind of brewing, invisible tension between the two of them. Thena always found it ridiculous.
"We don't-!"
The student startled, as did the rest of the room slowly taking their seats. The declaration was sharp, and loud--far louder than was needed for a room this size.
Thena felt warmth rush to her cheeks, first for the outburst, then the realisation that it seemed overeager to deny something that wasn't even said. She cleared her throat, turning towards the board (since she had shot to her feet in her denial). "Sit down and start copying."
The student body present groaned but obeyed. Gil was the far preferred teaching assistant because he didn't scare anyone, and even if they under-performed, he had kind encouragements as opposed to scathing condemnations.
"Guys, come on, you heard her."
Thena barely glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing new about their students complaining about her teaching methods. But Gil usually didn't take quite so stern a tone with them. Even in her defense.
He peeked at her with a smile, perhaps hoping to show that he was indeed her ally and not her enemy.
Thena whipped her head forward again. So long as they were pitted against each other in any setting, he was no friend of hers. No matter how winsome his smile was.
#Thenamesh AU#a true enemies to lovers#thank you for the ask sweetheart#I really like this suggestion!#I think there's a delicate balance in enemies to lovers#and Gil is so sweet#he just wants the mean girl he teaches with to smile sometimes!#everyone says Gil buddy I know she's pretty but you've gotta give up on the wicked witch of the west branch y'know?#meanwhile Gil is like you just don't understand her#he does lie#he says that he gets one point below her#specifically because if she finds out he scored above her#and be furious at him#he can say oh it slipped my mind it's only a two point difference#Thena absolutely hates that he's always beating her#but don't be mistaken#she knows she dislikes him for completely illegitimate reasons#and she doesn't tolerate any disrespect of him#she hears a couple students laughing because he served them at the diner#she gives them two extra assignments each#and marks them so harshly they go crying to Professor Stoss#Phastos: I dont' like you either you have bad attitudes and you use AI to write your essays get out of my office#Thena's roommates notice her daydreaming more often#Sersi asks hey so what about that guy you TA with#Thena: WHAT ABOUT HIM#Makkari: *she knows*
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This Year
"Gil?"
"Oh," he looked up from sweeping the floor of the shop, still wearing his suit and everything. He sniffled and swiped at his nose, "h-hey."
Thena came into the shop, letting the door drift closed behind her. She also still had on the dress she had worn to the school formal, with her white coat unbuttoned over it. "We turned around and you were gone. What happened?"
"Uh," he tried to turn around, pretending to sweep more thoroughly. He hunched around the stick of the handle, "well...remember how I was gonna ask that girl?"
"I recall."
Thena didn't really like her, but when he had asked her if he should ask, she had given him her support anyway. Thena was a good friend, like that. All their friends were.
"Well," Gil sighed, finally setting down the broom and toying with the tie that was loosened but still hanging around his neck. He must have looked so stupid, "she never showed."
"She stood you up?"
"Wait!" he rushed out, knowing that if Thena got out the shop door, she was going to run to that girl's house and throttle her with her bare hands. "I-I mean, I dunno, maybe she had something come up. Maybe...maybe she had something more important to do."
Thena walked closer to him by the front counter. She crossed her arms at him, "nothing should be more important, if she's the right person."
Gil sighed again, not done with his pity party. He still had the stupid flower he was going to give her, too. "Guess she wasn't."
Thena softened, losing the hard edges to her severe expression. Everyone always said Thena was so scary looking, and maybe he could see it if she was pissed off. But he never thought of Thena like that; she was actually really sweet and considerate.
"Then she's not worth your tears."
He sniffled again, but Thena reached up and brushed some off his cheek for him. It wasn't like he had any reason to act like a tough guy around Thena, anyway. After spending all their lives together, it wasn't like she didn't know he cried at sappy movies and videos of puppies walking for the first time.
"And if I ever see her-"
"Hey," he chuckled, grasping her hands in his before she could start naming the litany of things she would do to his failed date. "Look, it doesn't matter, okay?"
She still had a face that made it seem like it very much did.
"I mean," he shrugged, "just 'cause she talks to me in math doesn't mean she wanted to go out with me. Guess I could have thought of that before asking her, but whatever."
"Gil," Thena started and then paused. She liked to choose her words carefully. She looked at him, tilting her head because after hitting middle school he was finally taller than her. "You don't need her."
He chuckled, "thanks."
"I'm not just saying that as your friend," Thena continued. It was more words than he was used to, from her. "You are kind, and sweet, and as far as I'm concerned you are the only boy I have ever known to have any sense."
He snorted, "c'mon, what about Kingo?--or Druig? Or your own brother?"
"Certainly not," she rolled her eyes before paving over his interruption. "You are the best person I know and...and I would hate to think that you wouldn't believe me."
He did feel like the best, when she put it that way. He sighed, just staring at her under the hum of the fluorescent lights of the shop. He always thought they were kinda depressing, like in apocalypse movies, giving a weird tint to people's skin at night.
But Thena always looked so beautiful.
Thena raised on her toes, in the low heels she was wearing to match her dress. For having said that she was only going because their mother said that she had to if Ikaris went - which was a very Ajak thing to say - she certainly hadn't been lazy about her outfit.
Gil closed his eyes, smelling her perfume as she pressed her lips to his. He forgot about the broom, his arms looping around her back as she slid hers around his neck. He had never kissed a girl. He had - secretly - been hoping that tonight would be his opportunity.
This was far, far better than he could have expected.
Thena pulled away, her eyes darting around, looking at him and wondering what he was thinking. She must've let Sersi and Makkari do her makeup because her eyelashes looked darker and longer than usual. "Gil?"
He blinked, still just staring at her. He felt like he was king of the world, though! Man, kissing was way better than everyone made it seem. He had thought surely it had been overhyped, but no, definitely not.
"Gil!"
The rest of their friends also piled into the shop, also looking haphazard with ruffled hair and half buttoned coats. Sersi came charging in first, her hair bouncing around her. Ikaris slid in right behind her, looking the most frustrated. Makkari and Druig followed in after.
"Are you okay?" Sersi asked, "last I checked you were waiting for your date. Next time I go for some punch no one has seen you and Thena's gone too."
"Uh," Gil blinked, as if time had paused and now he was no longer holding - and kissing - Thena, but now Sersi was talking to him and Thena had slid three feet away. "Y-Yeah."
"Yeah?" Ikaris repeated, obviously not the one most enthused to have left the party. He looked over at his sister, though. Despite the rule that if Ikaris went, she had to go, Ikaris was still her brother (annoying and somewhat overprotective). "What?"
"What?" she asked back, even more defensively.
"What's wrong?" he asked more directly, walking closer to her as if he could smell someone expressing interest in her.
"Gil, are you okay?" Sersi asked him much more sweetly (what she saw in Ikaris, none of them would ever know).
"I'm okay," he smiled, nodding at her. The sting that had him dragging his feet all the way home and in here had faded. It almost felt totally healed, actually. "I, uh, got stood up."
"What?!"
That bitch. Makkari shook her head, although Druig was clearly in agreement with her, even if he was too much of an old soul to ever call a girl a bitch.
"Look, it's okay guys, really," Gil again tried to dissuade his much more bloodthirsty friends (Thena, Druig and Kari). "I think it might have been a misunderstanding, actually."
"You're making excuses for her," Thena pursed her lips. Although, given what just happened, maybe her distaste of his date wasn't just disapproval. He raised his eyebrows at her and she rushed to look away from him.
"I drive you all and no one can close a single car door?" Kingo huffed at them as he finally joined their little pity-party. He looked at Gil over everyone else's heads, "you good, big guy?"
Gil snuck another look at Thena, who blushed faintly. He chuckled, "yeah, I'm a lot better, now."
"Good," Kingo let it suffice. He had his moments of deep emotional understanding, always peppered in between his usual need for attention. "So, what's the plan?"
Everyone looked at everyone else, standing around in Gil's uncle's shop attached to their home.
"Uh, hey!" Gil smiled, finally tugging his tie off completely. "Gramps only ran out to get some pizza and stuff. I was just gonna lock this place up anyway. You guys can come in and...hang out, if you want."
"Party at Gil's!"
He smiled, relieved that he hadn't spoiled the night for anyone. Makkari and Druig happily linked hands and went to the fridges to pick out drinks for everyone. And he knew they would have no problem ditching the formal dance, dates or not.
Ikaris gave his sister another glare, but they were equally stubborn, so there was no way he was going to get any answers from her here and now. He let Sersi drag him away by the arm to pick out sweets.
Sersi did lean back to whisper to Thena, "I assume you went through with it."
Thena swatted her away, as well as Kingo, who gave her a look that seemed between Sersi and Ikaris' levels of knowledge. She ducked her head.
Gil swayed in her direction as their friends helped themselves to the family shop. He felt pretty confident for a guy who had been stood up on his first official date a mere hour earlier.
"You didn't have to invite us to stay," she advised him, also swaying in her hesitation to choose a direction.
He shrugged, pulling just one hand out of his suit pants pocket. "Hey, we should have some fun tonight, right?"
Maybe surprised by his optimism, she smiled. "I suppose you're right."
"Uh," he started and looked around, losing some of that confidence again. Thena just looked so pretty, it was hard to think straight. "I-I guess this is kinda lame, but..."
She stared as he pulled out the flower he had gotten from behind the front counter. "You got her a rose?"
"Well, I wanted to get something," he shrugged, snapping off the long stem like it was nothing. He chuckled, "i actually picked the white one because...it reminded me of you."
Thena let him slip the budding rose into the bun binding her hair together. She stared up at him.
"Sorry," he blushed, slipping his hands into his pockets again. "I'll pick you something more special, next time."
She smiled, visibly resisting the urge to touch it now that it was settled in her hair. She looked towards their friends, already heading towards the back door that would lead through his garage and to the house. She tugged at his sleeve faintly, "it'll be perfect."
#Thenamesh AU#poor little Gil!#but listen he's such a sweetie#he's young and impulsive!#this girl talks to him everyday in class and he goes hey you wanna go to the winter formal together?#she kinda goes............sure#he tells Thena and she's like great I am so very happy for you#Sersi and Makkari are literally dying inside#so the night comes#Ikaris is going with Sersi and Ajak tells Thena she has to go too#what's the point of having twins if she can't tie them together when she needs a night to her herself?#and she also ships Thena and Gil but whatever#Thena sees Gil waiting outside for his date but goes in with their friends#but she's watching him#the whole time#she comes out of the bathroom and boom he's gone#she goes all the way to his house#sweet baby Gil bursting into the shop crying about his stood up date#Karun is like you wait here I'll get pizza I'll get snacks I'll let you have your first sip of beer young man!#he comes back and everyone is already having a great time#he - and everyone - notice the flower in Thena's hair#and he goes my work here is done
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there can't be enough thenamesh reunion fics!
may i ask for more?
Gilgamesh yanked the Warrior back by the shoulder. She tried to regain her balance but he slammed his fist against her head, creating a gust strong enough to rattle the ship windows. She went down softly.
"Oi!" The Mind Reader was quick to respond to his fallen comrade. They all had a sense of togetherness that Gilgamesh admitted he found absent within his own team (himself, the Soaring Eternal and their Prime).
Ikaris took advantage of the team's sense of protectiveness. He grasped the Speedster's armour collar with his hand, using her as a shield against the puppeteer. He fired his eyes into the dark haired one's armour, sending him through the wall. Then, the Speedster was nothing but a burden.
Gilgamesh winced as she was thrown headfirst to the ground. Ikaris wasn't stronger than him - he knew that for a fact - but he certainly acted more brutally.
"Come on," he muttered in his accent, dragging the body of the Speedster behind him as he floated over to retrieve the Mind Reader as well.
Gilgamesh stared down at the Warrior Eternal. Her body was also limp, but he could feel the Cosmic Energy thrumming within her veins. He could practically feel the rhythm of her heart, if he let himself imagine it. He didn't know what made them so different, according to Arishem.
"You want a hand with 'er or what?" Ikaris snarled at him, piling both of his catches under his arms to bring back to Ajak at the helm of the ship. He was probably just going to sling her over his shoulder, or worse, drag her.
"Go ahead," Gilgamesh grumbled, kneeling down to her. She was his defeat, and his responsibility. Ikaris floated ahead, even banging the Mind Reader's head against the door frame in his lack of care.
Her face looked so peaceful.
Gilgamesh caught himself trying to move her hair away from her face before sighing. He slipped one hand under her arm and shoulders, and the other under her knees. She folded into his grasp so easily he wasn't sure if she weighed anything at all.
"Gil."
He stared down at her, ready for another fight if she was waking again. But as he drew his arms in, all she did was relax against him--him, the enemy. He couldn't imagine why.
But her head rolled to the side, and her tiara even met the cold, hard shell of his chest plate. And yet she had a little smile on her face, as if there were no place she would rather be. He adjusted her a little before making the trip to the head of the ship as well. He did have the courtesy not to smack her head against the door, at least.
She kept calling him Gil.
No one called him that. He didn't even think of himself like that. His name was Gilgamesh, and he was the Strongest Eternal, sent by Arishem to retrieve rogue Eternals who had been tainted by the Deviants of Earth. He had never met this woman before.
But his heart ached in his chest as he carried her.
He felt conflicted fighting her. He had felt awful knocking her out. And he had felt so protective at the thought of Ikaris laying a single hand on her.
"There he is."
Gilgamesh walked in with the Warrior Eternal in his arms. He held her gently, just briefly looking at the other two piled on the floor like litter.
"Well done," Ajak said, observing the difference in technique between him and Ikaris. She waved her glowing hands.
Gilgamesh stepped back slightly as the woman in his arms floated up out of his embrace and upright. The lines of her energy signature formed around her, creating a golden cage in a sense around her.
"These will hold them until we arrive at the World Forge," Ajak clarified as the three bodies floated to their places around the statue of Arishem.
Ikaris joined Ajak again at the front window, discussing their strategy. Those two seemed close but also at odds, in a weird way. Gilgamesh turned away from them, back to the blonde.
She was beautiful.
He wasn't a traitor just for thinking so. He walked closer, looking up at her floating just off the ground. The signature of her Cosmic Energy was weaker, but he could swear he still felt it calling out to him. It was like they were cut from the same cloth.
He reached up, tucking some hair behind her ear and out of his way. It felt familiar, in a terrifying way. Her eyes didn't even flutter. Not that he wanted her to wake up.
Gilgamesh looked back at his teammates, but they were whispering among themselves. They weren't any more concerned with him than he was about them. And that was just fine. They were a team, not some cobbled together family unit.
He looked up at her again. Thena. That name had been pulsing in his head since he saw her. He wasn't sure how; she was the Warrior Eternal, deadly and traitorous. That was all he knew about her. Except her name. And that she had a sweet sounding laugh. It echoed through memories he didn't have.
He hadn't even realised he was reaching up until his fingertips met her cheek. He didn't know what he was doing. He had no explanation for it to himself, much less to his team, let alone the woman herself. Her skin was soft.
It seemed impossible, but he could have sworn to all the stars in the sky that she leaned into his touch, however much she could. He didn't press his palm to her skin. That felt...wrong--like he had no right. Just looking at her felt like a betrayal of some kind. "Thena."
The Warrior's sandy coloured eyelashes fluttered. Maybe she was stronger than Ajak had assumed. She couldn't open her eyes, but he knew they were green (somehow). "Gil."
That name again. It made his whole body burn, like his chest was on fire. He stood back from the Warrior calling for him--someone. He didn't know who she was calling out to, but it wasn't really him.
"Gilgamesh."
He turned towards his Prime, and his fellow Eternal at the window. It seemed so cold over there. He nodded, walking over silently. Only when he was further away did he realise he had been holding the Warrior Eternal's hand.
"Are you prepared to hand them over?" Ajak asked.
He frowned, "why wouldn't I be?"
Ajak was silent, but Ikaris freely scoffed at him, "y'seem awfully soft on the traitor. There's no need for the gentleman routine with faulty scum."
Gilgamesh clenched his fists at his side, but he forced himself to remember his place. "I'm curious, but I'm not confused about the mission."
"Good," Ajak concluded, ending the conversation for both of them.
Ikaris let out one last laugh at him before floating off again. Did he have to fly everywhere just for the sake of it? He could walk just fine.
Gilgamesh tried not to seem like he was watching keenly as Ikaris walked by the prisoners again. Ikaris also looked up at the Warrior Eternal, and Gilgamesh tried not to yell at his teammate to keep his distance from her.
But Ikaris kept moving, and Gilgamesh wasn't eager to admit that his chest loosened. His eyes left the figure of Thena floating limply. He blinked, finding Ajak staring at him. "What?"
She looked back at the Warrior Eternal and then back to him. "You know her."
He shook his head. "We were briefed on all of them. She was a better fighter than I could have imagined. I think that deserves some respect."
Yes, he had respect for his fellow Fighter. She seemed very much his equal, all agility where he was sturdiness. He wanted her to be treated with respect and honour, just like any good warrior.
He wanted her to be handled so delicately a flower would weep with envy.
"I agree," Ajak sufficed to say. She gave him one last look before leaning closer, "keep your mission in mind, Gilgamesh. Whatever the traitors try to whisper in your ear...remember their deception."
"I will," he assured his team leader before she too departed. He stayed at the window, looking into the vast nothingness where eventually the World Forge would come into view. He looked over his shoulder.
It wouldn't be long until he could ask her why she called him Gil.
#Thenamesh AU#thank you so much love!!!#I hope you don't mind#this is a little bit different from some other reunion fics#but I do think this is what it might be like#if we ever get Eternals content ever again please god please anyone I beg of you#Gilgamesh has no idea why he sees this woman#the enemy#and he loves her#he can feel it in his chest every time he throws a punch#he imagines Ikaris grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder and it makes him want to scream#he says don't fucking touch her!#I mean I'll carry her you go ahead#Gil carries her so gently#when Ajak lets them out of their bindings#Gil catches her before she can hit the floor#Ikaris is like what the fuck is up with this guy#grabs Druig and Makkari again#also I'm so sorry but he would not be gentle with them#Gilgamesh is like I'll carry her#and Sersi will see this and be like Gil#that's our way out of this mess#if we can talk some sense into any of them it's him#Kingo: not your literal ex-husband?#Sersi: no
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Lost love is sweeter when it’s finally found.
Thena meets Gil, a few months after his death, again.
Will their souls match again?
Thenamesh AU 👀
Thena's hands had never shook when facing down an enemy. She was the Warrior Eternal. She didn't have any reason to shake in the face of a fight. But if her weapons were forged of steel, she could imagine they would be rattling terribly right now.
"Thena?"
She tried to keep her breathing under control, to keep her blade level at the approaching target. She set her lips in a thin line, "close enough."
His face flinched, like she'd hurt him. "Thena, it's me."
It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't him. How many times had she imagined this? How many times had her brain whispered sweet things to her like this? The entire reason she had chosen to leave the planet was because that house - that little, solitary house back in Australia - was full of whispers.
Full of visions of Gilgamesh, alive and well, standing at the sink and inviting her to taste his latest creation. He would smile at her, the apples of his cheeks turning up the corners of his eyes. The sun would him just so and emphasize the softness his handsome face possessed.
The Gilgamesh before her put his hand to his chest. "It's me."
Thena tried to keep her eyes solidly open and in front of her. But the way he pleaded with her made her heart twist. She would not cry before the enemy. The voice of the man she loved would not bring her to her knees.
"Thena," he took another step closer. She re-gripped her weapon and he held his palms out to her. "Thena, look at me. It's Gilgamesh."
"No," she said aloud to herself, perhaps in some futile hope that her words would ground herself. That thing in the cave had said the same to her. She would not allow her mind to lure her into surrender.
His face changed as he thought. Gilgamesh never was good at hiding how he felt, or what he was thinking. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He had--he had worn his heart on his sleeve.
Because this was not him.
"Sweetheart," he changed tactic, and she tried not to make it obvious that her whole back snapped straighter. How dare he use that name for her? "It's Gil."
Gil: her Gilgamesh, love of her never ending life and partner in a world all their own. Not even their team and family knew the extent to which they had been connected. Two souls, completely alone, together, at the ends of the earth. The man she swore to love on any planet.
She knew what Mahd Wy'ry felt like. Knew its sharp, stinging pecking at her temples. Her vision would blur as her eyes flickered white. And there was none of that in this moment. This wasn't Mahd Wy'ry showing her a vision of her love. This wasn't even that thing in the cave using Gilgamesh's words.
"It's Gil," he repeated, walking closer again. He held out his palm to her, even his fingertips leaning out to her longingly. "Give me your hand."
Thena kept her stance, but the sword vanished from her grasp, dissolving into the air like sparks from a fire. Her fingers shook, reaching for him and dreading the second they would make contact.
"Easy," he spoke so directly to her, no fear, no hesitation. He spoke like he knew her. "I'm right here."
He would say that to her when she was struggling. When her head was screaming at her and the line between what was in front of her what was in the past faded. He would reach out his hand and say he was right there.
Their fingers slid together. It felt familiar. She didn't let him pull her in, but he didn't drag her. He let her decide. Her fingers fluttered against his. His hands were so much warmer and stronger. Her fingers looked diminutive embraced by his.
"It's me," he whispered as their fingers folded closed together, locking their hands pressed palm to palm.
She lifted her eyes from their bound hands to him. He looked like her Gilgamesh. He felt like her Gilgamesh. Her heart was pounding on the inside of her chest, insisting that she fold herself into his arms and collapse completely into his embrace.
If this was, in fact, her Gilgamesh.
The Warrior Eternal tilted her head. The hand felt like the right hand. His heart sounded like Gil's did. But she'd been shown things before. She could trust him no more than she could trust her own Wy'ry mind.
His face fell as she pulled her hand back to herself. His eyes still looked the same, in that warm brown that made her want to drag the sky down so he could pluck stars for his blueberry pie.
"Come," she ordered, standing aside so he could move ahead of her. She would not be turning her back to this thing yet. "The others should see you."
They would confirm if this was, in any way, her Gilgamesh.
"Okay," he smiled, doing as she asked without a second thought. He knew she was the Warrior Eternal. Walking ahead of her could have deadly consequences. But he strode in front as if they were walking home from the market back in Australia. He glanced over his shoulder, "so-"
"Eyes forward!" She pulled her Cosmic Energy to her hand again, just to poke the back of his armour pauldron. She could easily 'slip' and jab into the joints of his armour. And he knew it.
"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled. This was no laughing matter, but he was completely relaxed.
"Stop laughing."
"That just makes me wanna laugh more."
The two of them in the kitchen, her telling him to stop laughing and him clutching his belly in an attempt to do so. Two forks in a skillet of pie on the stove and light streaming in through the hole in the wall they called a window.
"Keep moving," she directed needlessly. She would act the jailer until she was certain he was any Gilgamesh, of any kind.
His hand extended back to her. He wanted to hold hers. They would walk back from the market in Australia, hand in hand, walking for hours back out to their solitude under a sun that could kill a human. She would point out lizards scuttling about and he would observe the plant life.
"You can say you dragged me back," he even suggested, still requesting her hand with his. "You're keeping me detained."
Thena glared at him until his eyes were forward again (as instructed). He knew her--knew the challenge he was presenting. If she wanted to hold his hand, then she would! She needed no excuse for it.
He grunted as she twisted his arm more into position, behind his back and at such an angle that even they would find it uncomfortable. His gait changed but he kept walking as she pushed at his wrist against his back. "Okay, yeah, this works too."
The Warrior Eternal smiled faintly to herself. She was still a Fighter, after all. She kept her grip around his wrist firm as she walked him back to the others. He certainly felt solid though. And with just the tip of her finger to slide into the valley of his palm, she affirmed that he was warm, too.
#Thenamesh AU#you want the angst I'll give it to you!#listen#the longing with these two#the two souls wanting to find each other again#never were there lovers more star crossed than these two#I will not be taking questions at this time#but Thena finds him again#and she remembers what fighting Kro was like#she's a little better at the end of the movie#but she obviously isn't cured or anything#so she finds Gil#and she knows better than to trust any vision of him#because she wants it too bad#She wants it to be real so badly she can't afford to believe any fo them#but she walks him back to the others with his arm twisted#and they're all like#oh my god Gil ?!!?!??#and that's when Thena realises this might be real
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So… have you watched or played The Last of Us? If you have, could you write Thena and Gilgamesh meeting after a fight with a few clickers?
Gil panted behind his palm. Even his heavy breathing was liable to get him killed in a situation like this. Fuck.
Half the party was already dead.
Between the upper floor and the lower, they had split up. He didn't know everyone--hell, he didn't really know anyone. No one had to know anyone in their little section of city life, and he liked it that way. But any loss was a loss, and it meant more food for those things.
Two clickers, as far as he could gather. One was on the mezzanine level, trying to flush out the rest of the team. The other was on the lower level, already spreading cordyceps to those below. Fuck.
Gil slowed his breathing. He looked up at the broken skylight. There was still some glass in it, but it was mostly a big ass hole letting in the elements now. If only he could get eyes on them. He was one of three of them who had real experience in the field.
He always tried to tell people he grew up in America, but he spoke the language. Then he would say that everyone had to do mandatory service, but that still meant he had firearms training. Didn't matter if it was the Korean forces or US army, they wanted anyone who could hold a gun and not shoot their own nuts off.
The other two were the team leads, did this regularly. One was a sharpshooter, talkative but also deceptively observant. Gil didn't know if he had served or if he just had perfect eyes, but either way, he was always on the scope. The other one was definitely the kind of guy who liked his time in service. He was tightly wound, always had a stick up his ass, liked barking orders.
The only other one Gil even somewhat recognized was the woman.
He didn't know her name either, but he knew that the sharpshot called her 'T'. He referred to her as Blondie in his head sometimes, only because, well, fuck--he didn't think a person could get any blonder than she was. Not in the dumb way.
On the contrary, she seemed lethally sharp. He had seen her around. She kept quiet, kept to herself. But he had seen her use sign language and she was light on her feet; those were already two assets that made her pretty much royalty to the field team.
Gil flinched back as that sickening sound drew closer. That creaking, croaking click that gave the things their name. He looked down at the floor.
Blondie was waving at him.
He looked up from the puddle. She was in a pretty good spot, actually. She was up on one of the higher shelves, crouched like a fucking cat. Her hands moved but he made a face and shook his head.
She gave up on the real sign language. She had eyes on them. One was right behind him. The other was downstairs. Their own were each pinned in the crook of a corner. Better to deflect that thing's sounds.
Gil nodded. This was their best bet. He looked at her and angled his rifle.
She shook her head. It wasn't a good shot. And even if the other one was downstairs, it would just come charging up at them as soon as they made any real noise. And those it was infecting now would follow.
Gil tilted his head back again. Why had he agreed to raid duty again?
Oh right, he was just feeling particularly miserable about things. And he wanted off body duty--anything but hauling the lifeless sacks around all day. Maybe something in the kitchens.
Blondie was waving again. She pointed up at the skylight.
Gil shook his head. What was the busted ass skylight gonna do?
She pointed again, then at him, then up. She mimicked taking the shot. Then...snowfall? Rain? Rainfall; Gil made a face and she nodded. She was telling him to shoot the skylight. The clattering glass might - just fucking might - be enough to distract those things.
He tilted his head at her, asking if she was particularly sure about any of this.
She shrugged, pulling up the dinky little handgun either Thing 1 or Thing 2 had given her. She nodded at him and then aimed downwind from herself. It almost looked like she was aiming at him, but he could see that she really thought shit through when she had something to say. She was going to aim for the one closest to him.
He took his aim too, looking at Blondie up on the shelf. He held out his fingers. It was on three, if either of them mistimed this, shit could go south very fucking fast.
Blondie nodded.
One. Gil drew in a breath. He still didn't like guns at all. He had never had to use his weapon when he did his mandatory service. Two. He didn't like any of this, to be honest. He wasn't really a violent guy, by nature. But the world was what it was, now, and violent delights had violent ends. Three. All that was left was trying to live day by day.
The skylight clattered to the ground below, even the glass that was remaining falling inward. Maybe it didn't seem like much when it was up that high, but it was actually a hell of a lot of glass that rained down on the first floor. The clicker down there screeched as it was sliced up from above. The bodies of their own also got buried in the sharp snowfall.
Gil winced as his gunshot echoed in his ear. It wasn't really an echo, one shot was his and one was hers. He ducked down, expecting shit to rain down on him too.
Blondie had pretty good aim, apparently. She got the thing right through the temple. It was still up, sure, twitching and all, but the brain was dead, thus no longer a source of nutrients for its host.
Gil walked out cautiously. He peered downstairs. There were only a few masses writhing and hissing down there. He spread some shots around, making sure nothing sprang up to trot up and meet him. Once nothing seemed to be moving, he dropped the barrel.
Blondie gave him a tight nod.
He returned it, looking around him. Dumb and Dumber were already skulking around the rest of the mezzanine, looking for evidence of more of them. True gentlemen, leaving the lady fucking up on a pedestal. Gil rolled his eyes.
Blondie eyed him from above as he walked over to her. A little glass crunched under his boots as he did. She was still curled up pretty tight on herself.
Gil nodded his head for her to come down.
She looked around them. There was a clicker body and a hell of a lot of glass around them.
Gil sighed. It was always easier going up than coming down. He pulled the strap off his shoulder and set his weapon down. He extended his arms up.
She gave him a look.
He scoffed and waved his hands again. What did she think--that he was trying to cop a feel? He changed the position of his arms, promising her an easy dismount.
She had her misgivings, and he couldn't really blame her for that. He kept his hands up as she slowly unfurled her legs. She let them dangle a little before scooting herself closer to the edge. She was really trying not to trust him.
Gil moved forward, grasping her by the waist before she could really plummet that last couple feet to the ground. Jesus, she weighed as much as a sheet of paper. He kept his eyes on her as he helped lower her to the ground quietly. Once even her toes were on the floor again he let go, holding his palms out and stepping away. No funny business.
She continued to eye him like a cat would eye a stray dog. Maybe he could see why; she was an itty-bitty thing, not that anyone was necessarily well fed these days. But the jacket she was wearing really hid how delicate boned she was.
Gil raised an eyebrow.
She gave him one last withering glare before tipping her head. It wasn't much of a thank you, but he accepted it nonetheless. She looked over at the clicker that had been right on top of him and then at him, from the ground up. Her sandy coloured eyebrows raised as well.
He pursed his lips and tipped his head. He wasn't bit, but he wouldn't call this a fun day out, or anything. He shrugged, and she seemed to agree with his lacklustre sentiment.
Blondie looked across the open mezzanine. The sharpshot signed something to her, and she signed back. She even had slim little delicate fingers.
Gil tiled his head to catch her eye again, hoping to be filled in. There were regular classes for sign language back in town. Maybe it was time he actually attend some.
She nodded to him with a hint of a smile. "All clear."
Gil blinked as she walked past him on the way to the lower floor again. "You can talk?"
#Thenamesh AU#thank you so much for the ask!#I've never played the game#but I did watch the show#I really wanted to to do this justice#the tone of the show is pretty bleak and dark after all#it's quite a change of pace especially for Gil#he has plenty of nicknames for Kingo and Ikaris in his head#Kingo isn't so bad but Ikaris#what an ass#Gil tries to be nice to Thena and the whole time she just glares at him#he's like okay just trying to be nice#but then they get back#and it seems like she never talks to anyone#same as him#but then he goes to class and the woman who teaches it hands him a note#Thena thinks you're nice she just as resting I Hate You face#Gil secretly keeps the note#and he attends classes regularly#because Thena barely ever speaks#but he learns sign so he can talk to her#also writing this without any dialogue at all was interesting for me#and I think Hannah from Those Who Wish Me Dead would get along with Joel#which is to say that they wouldn't like each other#but they would both do horrible things to protect their kid#and swore like crazy
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