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Hello, I've been re-reading your Thenamesh Pokemon AU and this scenario suddenly came to my mind: five times Thena and Gil almost had spicy moments and one time they actually did.

Those almost times could be because of interruptions from Teddiursa (their cute little cub demanding their attention) or Gallade (he just did it for the lols 🤣)

Tysm!

The first time was an accident--a dream that got..heated.

Thena woke on the couch to find the room dark and the tv on. She and Gil had dozed off watching something dumb, as usual. He was sleeping, sprawled out on the L of her sectional couch (which Gallade had surrendered to them quite reluctantly).

There was a distinct ache beneath her belly--a coiling heat, a certain dampness between her legs. She bit her lip.

She couldn't remember everything, but it was definitely good. It was lips on lips, then lips other places. And hands on thighs and strong, strong arms...of course it was Gil. It wouldn't be anyone else.

Thena rubbed her thighs together, testing just how close she was. The answer was: very. She whined faintly, trying to gain friction as she rolled over onto her back. She just...she just needed to...she was almost there...

"You okay?"

Thena's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Her skin flushed as hot as a Torkoal shell as she stared up at the ceiling. "Hm?"

Gil sat up on his couch cushion, blinking at her blearily. "You sounded like you were having a bad dream. Are you okay?"

Oh Gil. Sweet, sweet Gil; Thena sighed, "yeah, I...I'm okay."

Gil shimmied on the couch, not bothering to get up as he moved closer to her until her head was nestled against his chest. He sorted her hair out for her, "there."

"Hm," she squeaked out, still mortified at almost being caught. Worst of all, Gil was back to snoozing, closer than he was before, and she still hadn't managed to come.

The second time, they were at home after a date.

They were just watching tv at first, trading small talk, some flirts, the occasional kiss. And the kissing evolved into making out quite naturally.

"Gil," Thena breathed in the brief window during which their lips parted. Her hands were looped lazily around the back of his neck with her in his lap.

"Thena," he moaned in return, his hands sneaking up the back of her shirt and walking their way up to the clasp of her bra. They were almost there when they both froze, heads turning out of pure instinct.

"Ted," a round head peeked around the stairs to the attic loft, with big, watery eyes and a little pout.

They had moved Teddiursa into the attic with Gallade since he was old enough not to have to sleep in Thena's room anymore. But the little bear hadn't acclimated to being directly under the roof overnight.

Thena gave Gil a remorseful smile before dismounting him and holding her arms out for their little cub. "It's okay, baby, come here."

Teddiursa walked over to them, its paws clasped in front of its belly in a display of shyness, or maybe embarrassment. It wasn't enough to keep it from reaching up for Thena to pick it up, though.

"Is the wind too loud?" she whispered, smoothing over his fur. He nodded, and she kissed his crescent moon. "Do you want to stay down here for a little bit?"

Gil chuckled as the little cub happily snuggled into Thena's embrace at the extended invitation. He didn't mind if it was for their little bear.

The third time it was Gallade, and Gil minded it a little more, that time.

They were just getting in from a night of walking along the beach, looking at the stars, talking about old constellation myths. They had even used an air taxi instead of flying with Dragonite so they didn't have any pokemon witnessing their canoodling.

They stumbled into the house, lips sealed together, tongues tangling. Gil's hands were on Thena's waist, rustling the material of her fancy dress. Her hands were under his jacket and running over his chest as if she were patting him down for a search of contraband.

Gil was past trying to create a super romantic atmosphere. He had tried it before, and evidently their lives just didn't have the time for it. He had to prioritise what was important, and - as was always the case with him - that was Thena. And he wanted more of her.

"Gil," she moaned as he hoisted her up on the kitchen counter, still kissing her. The new angle was fun and interesting, though--kind of sexy.

His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her there as he started to kiss her neck. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going with things, but they were going to end with Thena's pleasure, or it would kill him.

"Gallade!"

Or her pokemon would, apparently.

The fighting type stomped down the stairs from the attic, where he was having to spend more and more time since Gil and Thena had started actually dating. He pointed a finger(?) at Gil with a glare, "Gal!"

"Okay, okay," Gil held up his hands, showing that whatever he had been doing to Gallade's trainer - his own girlfriend! - was no longer happening.

Thena turned to look at her partner pokemon as it was complaining that they prepared food on that counter. She glared, "you have three seconds to get back upstairs before I box you--one!"

Gallade practically extremespeeded up the stairs and away from his trainer's threat to toss him into a PC for the night.

The fourth time really was an accident.

They really thought they were alone, though! They had been stargazing at the very top of the mountain, above even the highest of caverns. It was basically only accessible with ice types, or the sturdiest of flying pokemon.

Or, if you were a pokemon ranger who could convince any passing Abomasnow to give you a ride.

They were snuggled up all cozy. Hot cocoa and poffins and everything, just them and the open sky. Gil had pulled a blanket over them as they laid back to trade theories about Lunala and Solgaleo. But he would argue that it was Thena who got a little closer than cuddly. They were under the thick knit blanket, sharing a sleeping bag--it happened pretty naturally.

Gil groaned as Thena's thigh moved between his, travelling carefully until she brushed against something very sensitive and he let out a positively desperate sounding moan.

Thena kissed his cheek in appreciation of the sound, then his jaw, then under it and down his neck. Her hand was sneaking into his sweatpants when the ground shook.

He held her as the earth trembled until a herd of Gible emerged. They had clearly gotten lost in their burrowing, immediately all panicking as the ice and snow hit their sensitive skin.

Gil didn't even have time to feel embarrassed at being caught in the act. He immediately shifted into Ranger mode, telling the little dragon types that they were too high up, that the snow was bad for their nervous systems, that digging was done best downward, etc.

The fifth time was a final straw for both of them.

Gil had spent the night, although there was a Teddiursa in between them, too scared to sleep in his own bed with a thunderstorm rattling the rafters directly above his head. Which Gil didn't mind, because who could be mad at that cute little face?

But come the morning, he did sneak the little cub back upstairs and into his own bed. He had a little time before his shift--just a little.

Thena inhaled, moving over to him again as soon as he pulled the covers up. "You put him down again?"

"Yep, he's out like a light," Gil chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and not hesitating to pulling her into a kiss.

"Hm," Thena purred against him, "you have work."

"Not yet," he rumbled, his voice deeper and rougher after a night's sleep. He rolled them over, kissing Thena's neck and using his easy access to her breasts to his full advantage.

"Gil," Thena gasped as he teased her over the silk of her nightgown. He had asked if she had always worn such sexy things to bed, to which she said yes. He was pretty sure she was lying, but he couldn't really prove it.

He was just about to kiss down further when his watch beeped at him. "Fuck!"

Thena laughed as he pressed his frustration into her belly with a groan. She attempted to reach it for him on the opposite night stand. He wrapped around her tighter, but she laughed. "Gil, it's probably Dragonite."

"He's a big boy, he can fly to work by himself."

Thena ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. "That's not very rangerly of you, Gilgamesh."

The full name; he sighed, "fine. But when I get back-"

Thena's eyes fluttered as he shot up and kissed her so hard her knees went soft (and they were sitting down).

"You're mine."

He meant it too. As soon as he was off shift, he had one thought only: Thena. He flew straight to her house after work, even seeing her and all her pokemon outside to enjoy the spring air. He practically leapt off Dragonite's back and marched right over to them.

Teddiursa watched him walk past the pokemon, himself included. He looked up at Dragnoite, "Ursa?"

"All of you!" Gil barked as he didn't even break his stride to swoop in and toss Thena over his shoulder, "go for a walk!"

"Gil!" Thena laughed, although she yelped as she got a smack on the backside in reply.

Teddiursa was confused greatly by his parents/trainers' strange behaviour. He blinked as he was picked up by Gallade as they all started to, as instructed, go for a walk. "Ted?"

"Gallade," it sighed, urging him not to ask any questions.

Gil kicked the door shut behind him, marching directly into Thena's room, shedding what clothes he could on the way. He tossed them both onto her bed finally, helping her out of her clothes with the same vigour.

"You're awfully eager," Thena teased him, although she did help him wiggle her out of her jeans and pull her sweater over her head.

"I am not getting interrupted again," he growled, already riled up and frustrated at just the thought. "I have been looking forward to this all day."

Thena laughed again, although the breath died in her throat as he did away with her bra in one smooth move, tossing it away with no further need. "Gil!"

"What did I say this morning?" he pulled back just enough to look at her with darkened eyes, his hands already having taken the place of her discarded bra.

"That," she gulped, her thighs pressing together as he laid her back against her pillows and leaned over her to kiss her. She gasped as he pressed his knee between her legs, "I'm yours?"

Gil left a wide, open mouthed kiss on her pulse, making her arch her back against him. He pressed his hips into hers, pinning her to the bed. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," Thena moaned as Gil rolled his hips, letting her feel how hard he was. She had seen Gil in this very assertive mood before, but she had never been on the receiving end of it. And it was working for her.

"Again," he whispered between her breasts before running the flat of his tongue over her nipples and down. He ran his tongue over her navel and down until he could pull her panties down with his teeth.

"Yours," Thena just barely managed to get out as Gil settled himself between her legs. She was ready--she was so ready.

"Good girl."

Thena slapped her hand over her mouth--a force of habit as Gil teased her folds with his tongue. She writhed and wriggled against him, but he parted with her all too soon.

Gil crawled back up to her, his shoulder muscles moving in a way that made Thena feel particularly unhinged. He planted himself face to face with her, "you want this?"

Thena nodded, her words stuck in her throat. Her eyes bounced down.

"You want," Gil took himself in hand, still staring into her eyes, "this?"

Thena whined a little, and didn't feel embarrassed for it (at this very second. "Yes--baby, please."

Gil kissed her as he pushed in, both of them groaning in unison. They had been wanting this. They had been wanting this since before all the times they got interrupted, before the trip to Paldea, maybe even before that first accidental kiss.

"Gil," Thena moaned as he moved feverishly right from the start. Her hips moved with him, just as eager, and just as driven by desire. "Arceus, yes, there--right there!"

Gil held Thena close, both of them moving clumsily and feverishly in their close quarters. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust into her, but he liked it.

Thena moaned higher and louder as their skin slapped together, growing closer and closer. Gil latched onto her neck, definitely leaving a mark she would have to cover up or risk having to make an excuse for to their pokemon. But she liked it. She ran a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, "fuck me."

Gil pulled her closer by the thighs, pushing himself deeper. His hand slid up the front of her, scraping his calloused hand over her little pearl of nerves before settling it bellow her belly as he came.

Thena let a scream tear free from her as she followed him, throwing her head back and shaking as both their bodies writhed and grinded together, drawing out every possible drop of pleasure from one another.

Gil rolled to his side, careful not to crush Thena under the weight of him. He panted for breath, a sheen of sweat over his skin as he stared up at her ceiling. He took a few more breaths before looking over at her. She was so beautiful. "Hey."

"Hey," she opened her eyes just to smile at him, bright and dazzling and awfully cute. She was also breathless and practically giggling with elation. "That certainly made you throwing me over your shoulder worth it."

"Oh," he chuckled, blushing now that he remembered just what had happened maybe fifteen minutes ago(?). "Uh, sorry."

Thena shook her head though, leaning forward to kiss him. "I have absolutely no complaints with the results."

Gil moaned against her lips, pulling her closer again. "Think they're still out for that walk?"

"Probably," Thena mumbled between increasingly deeper kisses.

Gil grinned, rolling them over onto his back this time. He gripped her hips liberally, this time, looking up at her in all her glory, "we have time."

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fanficapologist · 9 months

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Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Nineteen

Maera had come to appreciate the new routine she had established in her life at the Red Keep. The early morning sparring sessions with Aemond, the quick return to her chambers for a change of clothing with the help of Thena, and then the rest of her day dedicated to assisting Queen Helaena in her various duties. Her days were a whirlwind of tasks, but Maera embraced them wholeheartedly. She stood by the queen's side through courtly affairs and diplomatic meetings, always ready with a reassuring smile or a whispered word of encouragement. Some days she would attend to the twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, whether the role be tutor or entertainer, her time with the children brought her immense enjoyment.

Aemond's absence during his duties in the Riverlands, quelling rumored rebellions and ensuring loyalty to the crown, became a recurring pattern. When he returned, Maera noted a slightly better mood about him, likely a reflection of his success in managing the realm's affairs. It was a welcome sight, even if their interactions remained punctuated by their shared history and the complex emotions they both harbored. Maera couldn't help but admire his dedication to his responsibilities, even if it meant sacrificing his own peace.

During his time away, Maera found herself missing his presence. Their time together, though centered around sparring, had rekindled some of their past camaraderie, and Maera appreciated the moments of connection she still shared with him, even if fleeting. She often pondered the fact that Aemond seemed to handle many of the duties that were typically expected of a king. Yet, Aegon, the reigning monarch, spent most of his days in revelry, indulging in drink and pleasures of the flesh. It was probably for the good of the realm that Aemond took on these responsibilities, Maera mused.

A recent role, assigned to Maera by Queen Alicent, involved overseeing the preparations for the upcoming Harvest Moon Ball, taking place in ten days. The women had been meticulously coordinating every detail together to ensure the event's success. Managing these affairs helped keep Maera focused and occupied, a necessary distraction from the continued deterioration of Queen Helaena's mental state. With the combined efforts of Queen Alicent, Maester Orwyle, and Maera herself, they managed to keep Helaena's fragile mental health under control. It was a delicate balance, one they maintained with great care, for the sake of the queen and the realm.

One day, as Maera supervised the delivery of Dahlias and Violas, flowers destined to adorn the grand hall for the upcoming event, a letter arrived at her chambers. The wax seal bore the emblem of House Wylde, and Maera's heart raced with anticipation. She eagerly tore open the letter, her eyes scanning the contents with a mixture of excitement and longing for her family's news.

Dearest Maera,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits amidst the splendor of the capital. It brings me great joy to inform you that our family is well, our fortunes ever favoring our endeavors. The days at Rain House pass with a tranquil swiftness, but a hole has been left in your absence, and we miss you deeply.

There have been some changes since your departure. Guston’s wife is with child for a third time, and he is hoping for another son. Dermot has written from Essos and tells me his travels are going well and does not intend to return to Rainwood any time soon. Our younger sisters, Brienna and Delfine have taken up an interest with the sword, just like you. At least we can get them into the courtyard, unlike Cedric, who remains cooped up in the library. I think he will ask father soon if he has his permission to join the citadel, like our three elder brothers.

I also must let you know that your presence in King's Landing has not gone unnoticed. Your closeness with Queen Helaena has allowed father to establish connections with many other Lords in Westeros. It is with a mixture of pride and bittersweet resignation that I convey to you that our Lord Father has found advantageous marriage pacts for two of our dear sisters.

Wynni has found herself betrothed to Lord Tarly. His house holds influence and respect, and it is with hopes for a prosperous future that this arrangement has been made. Sabine, our fiery spirit, is to be wed to Lord Tarbeck – a union that Father and Guston believe will forge alliances both unyielding and formidable.

I understand the weight of this news, Maera, and the shock it may elicit. But it is due to your hard work that such advantageous matches have been made, and I have been reassured by Guston that Wynni and Sabine’s intended husbands are kind souls of a similar age.

Though distance separates us, please know that your influence and guidance have not been in vain. Our hearts remain connected, and I eagerly await your response of stories from the capital.

Faran

Maera's breath caught in her throat as she read the final words of the letter. Her thoughts raced, a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions surging within her. Shock, disbelief, and a profound sense of loss mingled together, threatening to overwhelm her. She clutched the parchment tightly, as if seeking solace in the ink-stained words.

The news that her younger sisters, Wynni and Sabine, had been betrothed without her knowledge left her seething with rage. Lord Wylde had not only made her available for marriage but had also done the same for her beloved sisters. It was as if he considered them all mere bargaining chips in his quest for power, and Maera couldn't bear the thought of her sisters being treated that way. Feeling deceived and hurt, she couldn't hold back her anger any longer. She stormed into her father's chambers, her eyes blazing with fury. Lord Jasper looked up from his work, surprised by his daughter's sudden entrance.

"Father," Maera began, her voice carrying a tone of unwavering resolve, "I cannot remain silent on this matter. The betrothals you have arranged for Wynni and Sabine... they are far too young to be bound to such alliances."

Lord Jasper's gaze remained stern, his eyes cold and unyielding as they met his daughter's unwavering stare. "Maera," he responded curtly, his tone laced with an underlying frustration, "you underestimate the responsibilities and duties that come with our station. It is our duty as lords and ladies to secure alliances that will benefit our house."

Maera's hands clenched at her sides, her frustration mounting. "But they are children still, Father! They have never stepped foot outside of Rainwood. Sabine has just had her sixteenth name day, and Wynni cannot possibly understand the complexities of this world as a fifteen year old girl!”

Lord Jasper's gaze bore into Maera's, his voice sharp and unforgiving. "They have both flowered, Maera. It is time for them to take on the roles they were born into. It is a tradition that has been upheld for generations, and it is not for you to question."

A flash of anger ignited within Maera's eyes, her resolve strengthening. "I question the haste with which you seek to marry them off to lords in distant lands. Is their happiness not of any concern?"

Lord Jasper's face reddened with a mixture of anger and frustration. "Happiness, Maera, is often a luxury we cannot afford. Our duty to our house and our people must always come first. And speaking of duty, let us not forget your own. Had it not been for vile rumors tarnishing your virtue, you too would have been wed by now."

Maera's cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliation. The words struck a painful chord, a reminder of the rumors that had swirled around her name in King's Landing. She took a step back, her voice quivering with emotion. "Those rumors were baseless lies, Father, and you know it. I have dedicated myself to our house and our family's honor. But I cannot stand by and watch my sisters' lives dictated by politics and alliances."

Lord Jasper's eyes narrowed, his voice cutting like a blade. "I won’t sit here and tolerate your disrespect, Maera. You have no say in this matter. My decision is final."

The room fell silent, the weight of their confrontation hanging heavy in the air. Maera's breaths came quick and shallow, her heart pounding against her chest. With one last searing look, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the hall, her footsteps echoing through the corridors as she retreated from her father's presence.

Tears welled in her eyes, a mix of frustration, sadness, and a deep-seated determination to protect her sisters. But her father was right, it was their duty and as their elder sister, she had no say in the marriage pacts that were made. Like many women before them, their futures be dictated solely by the whims of tradition and politics.

Under the shade of the ancient Weirwood tree, with its crimson leaves and haunting carved face, Maera found a semblance of solace. The holy book, "The Seven-Pointed Star," translated into High Valyrian, lay open before her, its pages filled with intricate characters. Her eyes scanned the chapter of The Maiden, her lips silently forming the unfamiliar words. As she tried to immerse herself in the religious text, attempting to improve her grasp of the language, Maera hoped it would provide a welcome distraction from the turmoil within her. Her mother's necklace hung around her neck, a comforting presence against her skin, and she silently prayed to the gods that Lady Gael was watching over her and her siblings.

The footsteps approaching were unmistakable, and Maera recognized them as Aemond's. His presence, even without looking up, was as familiar to her as her own heartbeat, and she had grown more vigilant since their sparring sessions had resumed. Maera called out to him in High Valyrian, a hint of playful admonition in her voice. “Nyke daor hae nāqopsir naejot tyvagon nyeshka gō, dārilaros.” I'm not as easy to sneak up upon as before, my Prince

Aemond, dressed in black riding leathers, acknowledged her with a wry smile. His presence carried with it the subtle scent of dragon, a reminder of his recent return from the Riverlands. He leaned against the Weirwood tree, his arms crossed and his white hair cascading down his back in long, straight locks. His presence offered a welcome distraction from the overwhelming thoughts that had plagued her since reading Faran's letter.

“Skoro syt se raqagon jaes tembyr?” Why the sudden devotion to religious texts? Aemond inquired, genuine curiosity in his voice.

With a sigh, Maera held up the letter from her brother for him to read. It was a small act of trust, one that revealed her vulnerability in the midst of her turmoil. Aemond accepted it and read the contents, his expression unreadable.

"Well," he began, his tone measured, "your hard work in the capital has not gone unnoticed. These matches are a testament to that, particularly ones beyond the Stormlands. That's commendable.”

His words were meant to comfort, but they couldn't dispel the cloud of sadness that hung over Maera. Aemond returned the parchment to her hand before she could reply, her voice, tinged with sadness. "Nyke emagon qringōntan hāedars." I feel like I've failed my sisters.

His reply was measured and surprisingly understanding. "Skorkydoso sīr?" How so?

Maera closed her book, leaning against the Weirwood tree, her gaze averted from his so that Aemond couldn't see the tears that had crept into her eyes.

“Nyke se mandia,” I'm the eldest, she began, the words heavy with emotion. "Nyke yenka emagon issare idīntan ēlī . sytiotāpagon zirȳ va skorkydoso naejot sagon sȳz ābrazȳrys se muña. Y…” I should have been married first. So I could guide them, advise them on being good wives, good mothers, on how to navigate the wedding night. But instead I… Her words trailed off, alluding to matters unsaid.

Aemond didn't respond with his usual sarcasm or indifference. Instead, he listened attentively, the weight of her words hanging in the air between them. After a thoughtful pause, he hummed softly before breaking the silence.

"Many women face this fate, my Lady. Duty often outweighs personal desires. You must do what is expected of you and fulfill your role."

His words struck a chord, and Maera couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment. "And what about you, Aemond? You speak of duty, but I do not see your intended Baratheon bride here. You're free to pursue your own desires."

Aemond's expression remained unreadable as he regarded her. "My duties lie elsewhere, as do my ambitions. I may not be confined to a marriage, but that doesn't mean I'm free from the demands of my name, or my blood."

Maera absorbed his words, feeling a mix of emotions. His perspective offered a glimpse into his own struggles, ones that were different but just as significant. She sighed, closing her eyes briefly. "I understand. It's just... difficult."

Aemond's voice held a rare gentleness. "I know it is. But you have the strength to navigate this path, and your sisters will need your support, Maera. Write to them, tell them you are genuinely pleased for them. Ease their fears, for they are likely more frightened for themselves than you are for them."

Maera nodded slowly, appreciating his unexpected empathy. Perhaps in this moment, despite their complicated past, she found a kindred spirit who understood the weight of expectations and duty. The prince extended his gloved hand downward towards her, silently offering her assistance with standing. As their fingers met, a subtle but electrifying sensation coursed through her. It was as if a spark had ignited between them, a sensation she hadn't anticipated. The heat in her cheeks grew as she rose to her feet, grateful for his support.

His hand lingered a moment longer than necessary before he released her, his fingers slipping away. He broke the spell with words, his voice holding a touch of sincerity that she wasn't accustomed to hearing from him. "You're a good sister, Maera. Not just to your own siblings, but to Helaena as well."

Maera met his gaze, her emotions a swirl of conflicting feelings. She nodded in acknowledgment, her voice slightly unsteady as she replied, "Thank you, my Prince. That means a lot."

He nodded, his expression inscrutable as he turned to walk away. Maera watched him go, the echoes of their conversation and the lingering touch of his hand creating a turmoil within her. She was left alone with her thoughts and the weight of her responsibilities, both to her family and to her duty at court.

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wannabeschyulersister · 2 years

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I do?

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Sersi and Ikaris were getting married….again.

It had been centuries since their last ceremony and they wanted to update their vows. The sentiment behind it was very sweet and you would use any opportunity to get into a fancy dress and have fun with the other Eternals.

“(Y/n)! We are going to be late for this thing that I don’t even want to go to!” Druig shouted from the living room. It took weeks for you to get Druig to agree to go with you to the wedding. You thought that since the two of you had been together almost as long as Sersi and Ikaris had that it was a done deal.

You rolled your eyes even though he didn’t see, “I’m almost ready!”

He was waiting in the living room adjusting his tie when you walked in. You could’ve swore that his jaw dropped at the sight of you.

Druig placed a hand on his chest, “I’m pretty sure my heart just stopped.”

You twirled around so that he could see the entire outfit, “Do you like?”

“I love. Is that a slit?”

You struck a pose so that he could see the slit better, “I wanted to be a little scandalous tonight.”

Druig walked over to you and placed his hands on your hips, “You naughty girl. I’m going to have to fight anyone that dares to look at you tonight.”

“Everyone’s attention will be on Sersi tonight. I doubt that you’ll have to fight anyone.” You said as you adjusted his tie for him.

“You’re going to give Sersi a run for her money in this dress.”

You began to get a little nervous. You didn’t want to seem like you were trying to steal attention from Sersi on her big night. “Do you think it’s too much? Should I change into something else?”

“I would be very upset if you changed. I think you look stunning, my beautiful, beautiful (Y/n).” Druig dipped his head lower so that he could kiss you softly. You didn’t care that he was possibly ruining your lipstick in that moment. You would gladly accept any kiss from him at any opportunity.

“You want to know a little secret?” You whispered against his lips.

He nodded, “What is it?”

You lips went to his ear, “I’m not wearing any underwear. I just thought you’d wanna know.”

Druig groaned. His grip on you tightened. If it were up to him, he’d say to hell with going to the wedding. Druig wanted to bring you back to the bedroom and have some fun.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days, love.”

You kissed his cheek delicately before grabbing his hand, “Come on, let’s go.”

———

The wedding was beautiful. Sersi looked like a vision in her gown and Ikaris was handsome in his tux. The ceremony wasn’t a long one. Druig held your hand the entire time. You could’ve swore that you saw him crack a smile at the vows.

Sprite was the flower girl much to her chagrin. Kingo’s assistant, Karun, filmed the whole thing. Kingo said he was trying to get some inspiration for his next film.

The ceremony was being held in the ballroom of a local hotel in the London. It was small, intimate and perfectly Sersi and Ikaris. There were elements of both of their styles all over. The flowers were bright and practically all over the place. It smelled heavenly.

You were standing with Thena at the bar getting another drink. She looked as elegant as she always did. Druig was back at the table and talking to Ajak. He keep his eyes on you ever since you stepped away from the table.

“When are you two going to be next?” Thena asked you.

“Next for what?”

She gestured around the room, “For all of this.”

You laughed a little, “I don’t think that Druig is the wedding type of guy. I mean, we love each other, but we’ve never talked about getting married or anything.”

“Is that something you would want?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you glanced back at Druig who was already looking at you. He shot you a wink that made you smile, “I’m happy with how things are right now, but who knows what the future holds.”

“Life is short. We’ve all seen that being on this planet for thousands of years. If it’s something that you want, you should be vocal about it.” Thena was always so wonderful when it came to giving advice. She was the first one that you would turn to whenever you had a problem. She was thoughtful and impartial when she needed to be.

“You’re right.”

“I always am.” She touched your arm before going to talk to the happy couple.

When you made your way back to the table, Druig stood up and helped you settle into your seat before sitting back down. “What were you and Thena chatting about?”

“You.” You said simply before sipping on your champagne.

“Me? What about me?”

“Thena wanted to know when we would be getting married.”

“Is that so?”

You placed a hand on his thigh, “Don’t panic. We were just talking. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything even though we have been together for thousands of years.”

Druig chuckled lightly, “Do you want to get married?”

“Is that your way of asking me?”

He placed his hand on yours, “(Y/n), I’m being serious.”

“Fine. Would I like to get married someday? Sure. Am I trying to force you into something that you wouldn’t want? Absolutely not. If you’re fine with how we are now, than so am I.”

“You wouldn’t be forcing me, love. I have thought about us getting married before.”

His answer shocked you, “Really? Why haven’t you discussed it with me?”

“I thought you were fine with how things were as well. I wouldn’t be opposed to getting married. I think that you are the only person on this planet that could make me even consider it.”

“Wow, you sure know how to compliment a girl.” You teased making him smile. His words really did mean a lot to you, “You’re the only person that I would consider getting all dressed up for and tying the knot.”

“I better be the only one.” Druig warned you but you knew he was being playful. He leaned over and kissed you for what seemed like the millionth time that evening.

“(Y/n)!” You heard Sersi calling your name, “Come and take a photo with us!”

“I’ll be right back.” You told Druig before kissing his forehead and standing up from your seat.

Ajak had been sitting at the table and heard your whole conversation with Druig.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop…”Ajak started to say when the two of them were alone.

“But you did.” Druig finished for her.

“But, I think your relationship with (Y/n) has blossomed into something very pure and beautiful. You both are very lucky to have each other.”

Druig looked over at you from across the room as you posed for pictures with Ikaris and Sersi. You were the light in his life that he was so thankful to have each and everyday. Without you, life would be so dull. He didn’t even like to think about what it would be like to walk this planet without you by his side.

“I am very lucky to have her.” Druig said, “I love her.”

“You’re going to propose soon, right?”

Druig looked at Ajak, “How did you know?”

Ajak chuckled, “I just have this feeling. I also heard from Sprite that she saw you at a jewelry store last week.”

Of course Sprite saw him. She was often trying to keep tabs on everyone.

“I have the ring. I’m just waiting for the right time.” Druig answered. The ring was tucked away in his sock drawer at home. He was frightened that everyday you might come across it.

“It looks like we will have another wedding to get ready for.”

Druig nodded and smiled, “I want (Y/n) to have the wedding of her dreams.”

#druig x reader #druig x you #druig imagine #druig fanfiction #druig x y/n #druig oneshot #druig fanfic #druig #eternals x reader #eternals fanfiction #eternals imagine

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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Hear me out, imainge Techno raiseing a little girl and she just brings home her first boy friend or something. Techno being Techno just reacts to this in a "hurt her and i'll kick your ass" kinda way.

This idea wont leave my head and I have no idea why.---

Also hope you have a great rest of the weekend!! :D

-🐼😐

Oh my god he would be the best/worst dad ever. Best because he would be so loving and supportive. But worst because he was so terrifying.

Also! Apologies before hand I got a little carried away (I love domestic dad techno, what can I say)

Athena- Technoblade

Warning: none, maybe protective dad Techno?

When you first had children Techno was pretty hesitant. He wasn't sure if the child would like him or despise him. He also wasn't sure if he would even be a decent father. Of course being his loving and supportive wife, you already knew Techno was utterly amazing with children. So when you announced you were pregnant, you swiftly eased Techno's nerves about fatherhood.

When your baby was born he cried, he was so over joyed at the sight of your little darling within his arms. Phil, having known the lengths and dangers of pregnancies, was glad that you had safely delivered a healthy baby girl. Almost a exact replica of you to be precise. With little ruby eyes she looked at you both with wonder. Quickly finding comfort with her Mother, Father and Uncle. Techno upon seeing her, knew she would grow to be strong. Whether she choose to be delicate as a flower, or as fierce as a warrior. He would be there to support his little girl. With that said, he only found one name, perfect enough to fit his little darling.

Athena.

Like her name foretold, she became a elegant warrior. From a young age she was driven to make her father forever proud. Of course he was naturally proud of her. But that didn't stop her from picking a bow, and sword up to challenge her father.

When she was a toddler, she found amusement and love for the little things. Athena and Steve had even become inseparable. Her father was gushing over the idea that his daughter had a love for large animals similarly to him.

Of course you were also close to her. She was your daughter, made of your flesh and blood. While Techno taught her everything about combat, you often shown her the gentle side of things.

Between You and Techno- and the rather occasional help from Phil- you guys had taught Athena to be fierce, yet gentle and loving. Something you were all very proud of.

As Athena aged she became rather beautiful, growing to look a lot more like Techno then you first had perceived. With her father's strong gaze and jawline she became a heartbreaker without even knowing it.

You and Techno both knew she was gentle and loving. But due to Technoblade being her father, many boys and women alike tended to shy away from her. Fearing of upsetting her or her father.

Techno felt bad at the idea of his daughter being alone. He knew what it was like to be shunned by most people. It wasn't something he wished his little girl to face.

You, having been the more positive person in the marriage, knew that it would just take time for her to find the right person. Sure enough, you were right.

Athena had found friendship with a hybrid Ender boy named Nathaniel. Although rather tall he was in fact timid. Athena waisted no time in telling you about her long adventures with Nathan by her side. Soon the name "Nathan" and “Nate” had become a house hold name for your family.

Of course you had met Nathan occasionally. Having seen him when you would walk with Athena to the nearby village. He was a kind and loving boy towards you, and all those he encountered. When he started bringing Athena flowers, you had more then a well known hunch of where it would lead to. As always, you were indeed right again.

One morning Athena was a bit restless in her seat at breakfast. While you fed your young toddler, you couldn't help but wonder if she was ok. You were the type of mom to let your children come to you with their issues on their own terms. Figuring to wait until they were comfortable with bringing things up, then being pushed to tell you. It worked with your sixteen year old daughter and your twelve year old son. So you planned to roll with that for your soon two year old son as well.

Soon enough she did budge. "Mom?" She asked softly. You turned to her, showing she had your full attention. She cleared her throat and poked at her egg a bit. "I invited Nathan over for today... I hope that's ok..." she asked a bit shy. Something was up, but you weren't about to pry.

"Of course that's ok Thena, he’s your friend" you smiled softly to her wanting her to feel at ease. Her brother narrowed his eyes a bit. You watched your son from the corner of your eye. He knew something. Your middle child took after Techno expression wise. The look he was currently giving his sister, was the same look Techno gave you when he knew you weren't telling the full story. With your youngest in front of you asking for more food, you slowly moved your attention away from the eldest children.

"Will dad be coming home today?" Your son asked curiously. You herd the bemusement lace his tone. You hummed and put a spoonful of oatmeal into the toddlers mouth.

"I believe so. Phil and Your Father said they wouldn't be long with the Mansion run" you said looking over to him. With your youngest now almost two Techno started up his usual runs again. When you had a baby in the house he was always hesitant to leave for too long. Of course you always told him you would be fine. Thankfully your children were well behaved and easy to keep track of- that is unless your oldest son felt the urge to annoy his sister of course.

It was about a little after noon before Techno and Phil had returned home. Your toddler was the first to see them from the window of course. Calling out "daddy" and insisting that you all go out to meet him. With no hesitation you scooped up your baby and wondered out with your kids. Athena was smiling brightly. But you could also tell she was on edge.

When Techno rode up to the house your toddler was thrashing for him. Only easing up when he was handed to Techno. Your husband had the largest smile as he took his son in his hands. Asking if he was missed. You gave Phil a warm welcoming smile. Hugging him when he dismounted from his horse.

While you stood by Phil talking about the trip, your youngest children were hugging there father when he came down. Happy to have him home once again.

Athena, although overjoyed that her dad was home. Found her attention drawn to the young Ender boy approaching from the tree line. The two hugged happily when he met up with her.

Techno had traded your toddler to Phil. Making room within his arms for you. With your body pressed up to his, you turned your head to give him a warm welcoming kiss. But instead paused to see Nathan and your daughter hugging. Techno, expecting a nice kiss started to pout. But he soon stopped when he saw a unfamiliar boy with his little girl.

You had previously met Nathaniel, however, Techno has not. He’s only herd about this boy. So he was a bit skeptical.

Athena didn't hesitate to bring Nathan over to your little family. With Techno and Phil in full armor, you felt a bit bad that shy Nathan had to meet them this way. Your sons stood with Phil, your youngest within his arms. You stood in front of Techno, your husband towering over you with only his hand on your shoulder.

"Who is this?" Techno asked, his eyebrow slightly raised in question. Athena smiled hesitantly. Nathan quietly looking Techno over.

"Dad... This is Nathaniel... That boy I always talk about" you smiled warmly at the boy. Saying it was nice to see him again. He gave you a shy, but warm smile in return. Techno's eyes lingered over Nathaniel. Almost summing him up. "Nate.. this is my Dad and Uncle..." she said pointing. Nathan stepped away from Athena's side. Slowly stepping up to you and Techno. With a hesitant arm he held his hand out to Techno for a handshake. When Techno shook Nathan's hand, the size difference was easy to spot. Where Techno had strong calloused hands, Nathans were limber, long, and soft. Easily one of his Enderman traits he possessed.

Techno didn't make direct eye contact. Having remembered when Ranboo stayed with you two years previously. Ranboo had off hand mentioned making eye contact was seen as a hostile move to Enderman.

"Its very nice to meet you finally, sir..." Nathan said rather quietly. Techno although on the fence. Didn't choose to try and be intimidating. Instead he kept his normal monotone voice.

"It's nice to meet you too"

Nathan ended up staying for dinner that night. Athena and Nathan mostly stuck together, but both were a bit nervous you could tell. But again you didn't push it.

After dinner Phil took the kids outside for a late night walk. Figuring he would leave you and Techno alone for a bit. Of course you weren't fully alone. Athena and Nathan stuck about. With the two sat together on the couch, Athena ended up falling asleep on Nathans shoulder.

Well you and Techno talked in the other room at the table, the last person you expected to see was Nathan. He quietly walked in and waited for you two to finish talking before he began. "I... I uhm, have something to ask you s-sir" Nathan began uncertain. You gave him a kind smile and motioned for him to sit.

When he sat he looked between you two. Mostly looking for reassurance from you so he could address Techno. Techno didn't push, he just calmly waited for the boy to speak. "A..Athena really cares about your opinion... And.. I... I know I want to do this right..." he was stumbling over his words. You could tell he was nervous. Quietly you just told him to take a deep breath. He nodded and did so. Waiting a moment before continuing. "W...with your permission as her Father... Could I please date your daughter?... S-she means the world to me... all I want is her happy..." Nathan was shying away from Techno. Almost expecting him to yell or something.

Techno watched a bit and thought on his words. Truthfully Techno was proud of this boy. Everyone was terrified to date his daughter, yet a shy Ender boy had purposefully stepped aside to ask him for permission. "I suppose I'll let you..." Techno said slowly. Nathaniel's shoulders visibly relaxed at Techno's words. Of course techno narrowed his eyes after, becoming serious "just know I was your age. If she ends up pregnant anytime soon, I'm coming for you" Techno meant it. Nathaniel went red and swallowed thickly before slowly nodding.

"Y-yes sir...."

#technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #techno x reader #techno x you #fanfic #fanfiction #minecraft fanfiction #minecraft x you #dreamsmp x reader #tb

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softquietsteadylove · 4 months

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More from the Maleficent one please?

Druig stretched out his wings to cushion his landing. It was familiar, landing among the crags of a cliff side lush with vegetation. He had gotten quite used to the treetop nests woven from branches and leaves.

Thena's nest had been picked out painstakingly. She chose a spot high up, fairly away from most other fae. The quartz in the rock face had ripples that would let an acceptable amount of light into the chamber, while also not requiring her to hide away from the sun. She had already begun the task of arranging glowing moss and flowers along the walls.

Druig set down the fruit he had went out to fetch specifically for his sister. He had been feeling negligent, as of late, spending all his time with Makkari, the mate of his dreams. Thena liked Makkari, of course, and they spent time together around the group fires and all. But he felt he was missing something.

Thena was smiling all the time, her wings were fluttering constantly, like a fledgling eager to take off with every breeze. He had even caught her humming to herself as she collected berries the other day.

"Here," he murmured, tossing a mango gently in her direction. She caught it, but she was preoccupied with her task of arranging some white moon lilies along her walls. He cleared his throat before taking a bite for himself, "looks good in 'ere."

Finally Thena turned around, also admiring her hard work to make the cliffside inlet a home. It was looking like a real nest of an Isle fae. "I believe so."

Druig kept his eyes on her as she took a delicate bite of the mango's ripe red skin. He still couldn't place what seemed different about her, but he was determined to uncover it. "So, how'd you find this spot?"

Thena sat herself on the edge of her bed--her nest within her nest. It was a plush pile of mosses and leaves, enough to soften around her body and keep her from the stone floor of the place. She had even fashioned a pillow out of several bromilliads. "I had help."

That was all his sister had to say on the matter, but Druig knew more than she thought he did. As if he would miss the border patrol fae who had been lingering around her since they arrived. He had been a guide and a guardian for them, sure. But Druig could see more.

He could see the way Thena smiled around him, or how he fed her fruits while the rest of the flock was partaking in roast fish and molluscs. He could see them flying off at dawn, wings pitch white and pitch black respectively.

It didn't surprise him that the fae named Gilgamesh had helped her find the perfect spot. He was a strong flyer, with long wings, probably used the updrafts from the springs below to scour the whole cliff for the perfect spot.

"Hm?" Thena looked at him, prompting him to speak his mind. The two of them didn't always need the exchange of words, but she was asking him specifically.

Druig slurped at the pit of his mango loudly. Thena glared at him and he threw his head back in a laugh. "So, where is he, 'en?"

She tilted her head.

Druig raised his eyebrows, "your prospective mate?"

Thena thought herself so hard to read, and maybe to a stranger that was true. But Druig could see clear through his sister. He saw the twitch of her eyes and the angle of her head and the way her wings rustled behind her. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"Sure y'do," he murmured, finishing off his mango pit and tossing it down in a pile of leaves he would take with him. "He seems nice enough. Friendly guy, good flyer, I'm sure he'd fight for ye if he had to-"

"Druig, no one is fighting anyone," she said with such a tone it hissed from between her fangs. "I have no such...prospects."

Druig looked up at the ceiling of the cavernous nest. It was spacious--loverboy had found her a really good spot. He looked at the veins running through the white quarts, at the flowers Thena had hung and at the wisteria hanging over her nest like snowfall. "Gilgamesh."

All he had to do was utter his name and Thena's shoulders raised, her wings trembling on her back. She set aside the remaining half of her mango to glare at him.

But he was no longer a fledgling testing out his boundaries. She couldn't scare him out of this one (even with that tone). "Feels as if I never see you two apart, nowadays."

"I'm sure you're mistaken about that."

Druig grinned, though. He kind of liked rising to his sister's challenge. He liked riling Ikaris too, but with him it devolved so quickly. Thena was more of a match of wits. "So I don't see you sittin' 'round the gathering fire, just waitin' for him?"

Thena didn't even rise to that bait. Not enough.

"I don't," Druig shrugged, adjusting his own pitch black wings on his back, smaller and lighter than hers, "see you two whispering all the time?"

She rolled her eyes. He was getting to her.

Druig raised a brow; this, he genuinely wanted to know about. "I didn't see him with his arm 'round your back one night after you went down to the springs?"

Thena's back straightened.

"T," Druig made a solemn plea. He didn't like having to talk about this kind of thing. Thena was his sister, as well as the only mother he had any memory of. "You can handle yourself, I know. But...if this seagull is takin' liberties-"

"Druig," she cut him off again, with an even more firm tone than before. She was as good as screaming at him, as far as he was concerned. "Enough."

That was still enough to make him feel like his horns were coiling even tighter against the sides of his head.

"Gilgamesh is not guilty of anything untoward," she stood from her bed to chastise him properly. "And even asking if he has proves that you do not know him."

Druig avoided looking directly in her eyes. They were still wing and wing for who was taller than whom, but he deliberately drew up his posture and made his shoulders wider than hers. "Then maybe I should get to know him."

It was a reasonable argument, but Thena wavered. She kept her expression the same, but something about it made her falter. "No."

"Why not?" he prodded. If some strong arm fae was gonna try his hand at courting his sister he had a right to know! Ikaris would feel the same, but when he pieced together the puzzle was up to the spirits and the skies themselves.

"Drop it," she growled at him, returning to her decorating to busy her hands.

Druig leaned to look past her, tilting his head. "Oi."

She ignored him.

"Oi," he repeated more firmly, walking closer to her bed. She turned, splaying out her wing to keep him away. He pointed from a distance, "wassat?"

She raised her brow at his lack of diction, but she did look behind her at what had drawn his attention. Her shoulders flinched and when she turned back, her expression was completely unreadable. "What."

"That," he repeated, but she raised her wings to block even his pointing finger. He huffed, "come on."

"There is nothing to see," she repeated, but the fact that she maintained her posture of using her wings to shield his view was damming.

"T."

"If there were something there, it would be none of your concern."

Druig's eyebrows raised so high he felt his hair rustle against his horns. His sister was well and truly ruffled over whatever this was. He pulled his wings back.

"Don't you dare," she glowered.

He let loose one strong wing beat. It displaced most of the newer and less secured fixtures of the nest. He would grovel for forgiveness and help put them all back later. But his eyes caught the sight of a pitch black - actually, there was a warm brown undertone to it - feather catching the air just for a second.

Thena snatched it close to her chest and pointed, "out!"

Druig was stunned. He'd had an inkling of what was happening between his sister and the guardian fae. Maybe he could have imagined they were courting in secret, had exchanged a trinket or two. But...but a feather?!

"Out!" Thena repeated, clutching the feather against her heart and urging him out of her nest as if they were still budding fae learning to control themselves.

"No way," Druig shook his head. He would cower in fear of his terrifying sister later. He stepped closer. "His feather is in your nest?"

Thena attempted not to dignify his question with a response, but he was horrified to see colour rise in her ghostly pale cheeks.

It was particularly condemning evidence. It was where she was to lay her head! This was beyond sneaking a kiss or a hand or even light preening.

Druig felt his blood run cold, "has he declared himself?"

He wasn't an old fae of old tradition, but he had some decency. And to his further horror, Thena's shoulders curled somewhat inward, "it's not-"

"I'll kill 'im," Druig snarled, turning and nearly able to take off until he felt his sister's hand bunch up the back of his tunic. "Oi!"

"Druig," Thena pleaded more quietly. That was also as good as screaming at him. She pulled him back into the nest, still holding the feather. "Neither of us has...nothing has happened."

He didn't want to think about what 'nothing' could mean. But he stared at his sister, unusually sheepish as her wings unfurled slightly. "This isn't just some matter of you two tradin' a li'l lip, T. You have his feather in your bleedin' nest and where's he?--has he got your feather on 'im?!"

She looked away, and Druig felt that same feeling bubble up in his throat. He had no business concerning himself with his sister's mating desires. She was her own fae. But the thought of some stud flying around knowing he had an open invitation to his sister's nest and couldn't even pay the same courtesy of displaying that he was unavailable-

"Druig," Thena repeated, pulling him from his thoughts. She smiled, patting his shoulder, and then roughly plucking out a downy feather, "stop."

He sighed. She would just pull out more if he didn't. He relaxed his wings on his back and lowered his shoulders. "When did this happen, eh?"

Thena looked away again, cradling that feather so bloody lovingly. "I couldn't say when exactly. Perhaps we simply...found our way to understanding one another."

That felt so much worse to hear. It sounded like a lame 'magic makes eggs and that's how baby fae are made' explanation. Druig gritted his teeth and scratched the hair between his horns in the back. "Are you, y'know...?"

Thena looked at him blankly. Bloody woman! Druig looked away from the woman who raised him, warmth rising throughout his face. "If he's ever hurt you-"

"Nothing of the sort."

At least he didn't have to bash his head through the wall of her nest just yet. Druig rubbed his hand over his face with a sigh. "Does Ikaris know?"

"Do you think he does?"

Right, a foolhardy question. Ikaris wouldn't know until the day Thena landed with Gilgamesh in front of them, hand in hand, actively preening his wings.

Druig tilted his head again. He could ask questions until he was blue in the face, but Thena wouldn't give up any truly personal details. And he didn't truly want to know them. "Are you happy?"

She smiled at him, like she did when he was a hatchling first learning to ride air currents, or climb in height without them. She nodded.

"Right, good 'nough," he muttered, saying all he desired on the matter. He was quite ready to dispose of their snacks and take his leave. He turned back to her, pointing again. "But I mean it, if he ever-"

"Hey Thena, I-oh!"

Thena beamed at the arrival of the man of the hour. Druig stepped aside, completely devoid of the desire to get in between the lovebirds. He watched her nearly lean in to embrace him but stop herself. Likewise, he could see Gilgamesh's hand float upwards but avoid settling on her back between her wings. At least they had some decency.

"Sorry to interrupt," Gilgamesh said gently. He had a soft voice, for such an intimidating fighter. "I just got back--Makkari's looking for you, actually."

Druig resisted the urge to fly off right that very second. He eyed Gilgamesh cautiously, "s'all right, I was just, uh, givin' T a hand."

Gilgamesh looked around the nest, openly admiring the progress made. "It looks beautiful in here!"

Thena looked so delighted that Druig wished he could fake throwing up (not that she wouldn't throw him from the cliff for it).

"Did you eat?" Druig heard her ask him quietly.

He shook his head.

She nodded, her wings subconsciously rising on her back. Druig could remember a time when she dreaded meal gatherings because of how bitter the fish were here. She looked at him, "after you."

He huffed. She was making sure he didn't have time to linger behind her and give Gilgamesh a piece of his mind. "Aye."

Druig walked past them both, ready to fly ahead of both of them. But the evening sun hit the rock face just so, and he got a glimpse of something sparkling.

Delicate and stark white, folded between the layers of his robes, sat a pristine white feather. Gilgamesh caught him looking and tugged at the top layer of his tunic, concealing the feather once again. He looked nervous.

They both knew Druig had seen, there was no concealing that. But Druig just nodded to him before dropping off the cliff and opening his wings. He would ask him about it later. Or he would ask Thena about it when she was in more of a sharing mood. Or he would tell Ikaris and their middle brother would do all the work of threatening to drown Gilgamesh for meddling in their sister's life.

Or...he could keep it to himself. He drifted quietly, glancing up as two much larger winged flyers passed above him. Gilgamesh flew at Thena's pace, the two of them bending and swerving around one another's air currents, as if dancing. Druig faked gagging on something at the sweetness of it.

#Thenamesh Maleficent AU #thank you so much for asking for more!#I have created so much unnecessary lore for this #it's insane #trading feathers is definitely going steady #it's like wearing matching rings #so Druig sees this feather #in Thena's BED of all places #like ????#Thena's like don't worry about it #no we're not official #we just spend every minute possible together and don't talk to other people #she knows okay?#she knows that is risky #or rather: risque #but she doesn't care #Druig keeps quiet about it all #and Thena does make him come back with them and straighten up her nest with them #and he's about to leave #and she points to his mango pit like ExCuSe Me #and he's like ughhhhhh yes mom #he takes off #letting Gil and Thena talk in the moonlight until he goes back to his nest for the night #and Thena snuggles into her moss bed with his feather under her pillow #also Gil doesn't wear Thena's feather outwardly because they're not official #but he absolutely has it at all times #he also doesn't want it to break or get dirty!#but maybe he gets word he's attracting some eyes during mating season #and he quietly pulls the feather out and keeps it in his wrist cuff or something

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softquietsteadylove · 6 months

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A little spicy request for the runaway bride!

Gil comes home very exhausted and Thena decides to give him a massage and a little handjob as a bonus😳

Gil groaned as he sank into the bed. What a day it had been.

"Are you okay?"

He looked beside him with a soft smile. There she was, the woman he so loved and adored, the low light from the fireplace making her seem to glow like an angel. He found her hand with his, "I'm okay. Are you?"

Thena sighed, unwinding her hair from its braid as she also prepared to settle down for the night. "It was quite a scare to hear the hoof beats again."

He could imagine it was. It was a nightmare he had often, and he wasn't the one they were here to drag away. He squeezed her hand, "it's over for now, at least."

Thena looked at him again, smiling more, "you've had quite the day."

Gil sighed, not complaining (much) as she pulled him to sit up again. "Wasn't what I expected to come home to after work. And I dropped the flowers I found for you."

"Never mind that," she whispered gently, her hands on his shoulders, pressing and kneading like how he had showed her to do with the bread. "My poor Lumberjack."

Gil blushed, but he sank into her touch as she tried to work the knots out of his tired flesh. "You're here, that's all that matters to me."

"My valiant Lumberjack."

He shivered, her whisper far closer to his ear this time. He started leaning again, Thena following him. "You should get some rest."

"As should you," she agreed, lying down with him, her hand still on his chest.

They usually slept as solitary as possible in the bed, not that he was complaining. He tried to keep to himself because she was a lady, after all (a princess!). But he supposed one hand couldn't hurt.

"Relax, Gil," she whispered like a siren song, her hand moving over his chest.

Ah, what a dream to have the beautiful princess whispering in his ear to lull him to sleep. Her hand moved over his chest until it pressed over his nipple, pulling him back into wakefulness.

The hand moved lower still, delicate and almost meandering in its direction.

"Thena?" he whispered into the darkness.

"Sh," she whispered back, her hand still travelling lower until she found the trail of hair departing from his naval.

"Thena," he grunted, already starting to react to her teasing. He didn't want to consider himself this excitable, but he supposed that it had been a very - very - long time since he had indulged himself like this.

Perhaps a few mornings he would take care of the problem in solitude, as a gentleman should.

But Thena's soft, warm little hand slid down until she secured him in her palm. Her lips brushed against his ear, "let me."

Gil squeezed his eyes shut, his hears burning. Her hands were so soft, and she handled him so delicately. It only took a few strokes for him to quickly harden into her touch. "Thena, please."

She shushed him again, this time kissing and even nipping his ear as she lay beside him. She stroked him more firmly, letting the heel of her palm drag up the length of him. "Is this how you do it?"

He flushed bright red up at the ceiling.

Thena changed the angle of her strokes, letting him stand more upright under the sheets. "I woke one morning and you were still in bed, but I could hear you breathing."

Gil felt as if he would ignite. He usually tried to take care of the problem in private, but he had truly not believed he would make it the few steps to the back room if he had tried to rise with that particular...problem.

"I've never seen it," she confessed, and he had to admit he was relieved. "But I would like to."

Gil suppressed another moan as she reached the tip, exploring the new territory. "That's - hn! - more sensitive."

"Sorry," she whispered, practically giggling as she manhandled him very literally. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder as she continued. "I just want you to feel good."

Oh, he felt so good it surely was the worst crime to commit. He surely had something coming if he could experience pleasure like this, and by the hand of his darling Thena at that.

"Do you?" she whispered, and it sounded more like the Thena who was still a little unsure of everyday life, but fascinated by the concept.

"So good," Gil squeezed out. "So good you should stop."

"But you're not done."

He wasn't sure what fancy royal people knew about the body, in that sense. Did she even know what would happen if they continued? Or did princesses get taught that a man and woman would just lie on top of each other and then poof!--a baby would appear?

"Just let go, Gilgamesh."

"Shit," he cursed, which he also tried not to do around the lady. But his hips rose to her touch, trying to help them both achieve his release. She stroked faster, and firmer, wrapping her fingers around him too. "Thena, I'm close, hon."

She inhaled deeply, moving to kiss his neck, "it's okay, darling."

Gil groaned, his hips lifting as he came, his hands barely reaching in time to receive his spillage. Last thing he wanted was this all over the sheets. He panted, his eyes bugged wide. He hadn't had the satisfaction of a really good release in...well, about a year.

"Hm," Thena purred, leaving light kisses along his skin. Satisfied with her service to him, she laid her head on his shoulder. "Consider that a small thanks for my valiant rescue."

Gil blushed still, staring up at the ceiling, finally soft again but far from able to fall asleep. His hands rustled in the sheets, blindly reaching for the water and towel he left next to the bed.

Thena tugged at him, urging him not to move so much while she was trying to sleep.

"Sorry," he murmured, somewhat in a daze as he moved to hold her around the shoulders. He felt lighter than he had in ages. He was completely clear minded, but also exhausted. His skin burned, as if Thena's touch had left still-hot-ashes on his body.

"Night," she sighed, purring against him now that her part was done.

Gil was very far from sleep, but he had to admit: he felt better than he had in months. "Night, sweetheart."

#Thenamesh 18+#Thenamesh Runaway Bride AU #ahh it's time #it's time for...a little spice #just a little!#some innocent sweethearts exploring each other #Poor Gil trying to be a gentleman and like...sneaking off to handle it by himself #but he wakes up half hard all the time and Thena's like huh #I don't know what that is but I would like to #she knows the basics!#she knows what it's for and stuff but she's never seen one #and she looks at Gil and is like I feel...curious #and what better night to explore the possibilities than their anniversary?#after she's almost kidnapped back to her old life?#Gil doesn't sleep a wink #and the next day Thena doesn't seem fazed at all #and he's like okay we'll just ignore that I guess #rest assured #she's thinking about how to initiate more next time

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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For Thenamesh Runaway Bride AU.

One day Thena decides to ask Gil if he would be willing to teach her how to do gardening. And of course Gil agrees!

"Thena?"

She jumped, having been so focused on watching him tend the garden that she hadn't noticed him noticing her.

"What are you up to?" he asked with a chuckle, dusting his hands off and standing from the seed beds he was tending. What he really meant was why was she hiding to do it?

"Sorry," she murmured as she rounded the corner of the cabin to walk over to him. The ground was warming quickly and softening from the dissolving snow. Thena seemed to have become quite used to walking around with her bare feet, only wearing the slippers he found her in the very coldest times in winter.

"It's okay," he shook his head. She was getting more and more comfortable with their routine in their little home, but she had yet to venture out into the garden. Like the kitchen, she seemed to expect only disaster to come of it. "What do you wanna know?"

"Well," she paused, holding her hands in front of her as she looked at the seeds and budding flowers. Sometimes he could forget she was a princess, until she did things like this, or crossed her legs particularly primly, or he caught her dabbing her lips delicately after tea. "I was thinking about...how to help."

"In the garden?" She nodded, and he couldn't help his smile.

Thena had become increasingly interested in helping out around the house. She made blueberry crumble as often as she could, and she still swept the floors and helped him wash the dishes. But he could tell she was restless.

"What have you planted here?" she started, pointing to where he was just watering.

"Well, because this spot is closest to the house, I thought I'd plant the courgettes there, since they don't really need as much sun," he pointed out to her. She leaned over to see and he let his hand come to rest on her shoulder. "And crocuses are starting to pop up, too."

"Crocuses," she repeated, observing every little detail with hungry eyes. He liked seeing how curious she could be about everyday life. It reminded him of the first time he braided her hair for her, and she had nearly demanded he show her how until she got it right.

"They're a wild flower, and they can sprout in pretty much any environment." He turned them to look at the rest of the area he had cleared for their various soil beds. "The vegetables I've had for a while, but the, uh, the flower beds are kind of new."

She looked at him again, and he felt himself blush.

"I just," he shrugged, lifting his hand off her shoulder and pretending to stretch his tired back. "Thought it'd be nice to, uh, have something pretty?"

Thena smiled, though. "That does seem nice. How can I help?"

"Uh," Gil blinked, but Thena's determination remained. "Help?"

Thena frowned, much to his distress. She looked up at him, their shoulders still bumping together faintly in their closeness. "Gil, you already to so much. And you'll be busier than ever when summer comes."

Gil smiled at her, his insides melting a little. She was so considerate of him and the work he did. He knew she worried about not contributing as much, which he thought was silly, since it was his cabin he had maintained for years in which they were both living. She was already a big relief on the work that needed to be done.

And that smile she had--that would make absolutely every long he chopped and bark he shaved worth it.

"Show me!" she persisted. She gave him the same look she gave him when she first started weaving the mat for the front door so he would stop tracking dirt in the house on his boots.

Gil laughed, "yes, your highness."

"Gil!"

"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled, kneeling down and helping her do the same. "Okay, so here, I was going to plant some onions."

"Hm," Thena pursed her lips; on the scale of vegetables and her tolerances of them, she begrudgingly accepted onions most days.

"And I want to plant more potatoes!" Gil continued, shimmying down the line. He looked at her, "you liked those potatoes in butter and cream, right?"

She offered a reserved nod, but he could practically see her mouth watering.

"See?--I don't think we can have too many of those."

"What kind of care do they need?" she asked, and he could practically see her taking notes in her head.

"Potatoes are actually pretty low maintenance, which is nice," he shrugged. "Digging them up is probably the hardest part of keeping them, honestly. And we don't have to worry about that just yet."

Gil held out his hand, standing and helping Thena up at the same time. "What do you think?"

"It seems like a wonderful crop," she gave him that smile that made him want to swear his allegiance to her, whether she wanted it or not. "Next time you're out here taking care of them, will you bring me with you?"

Well, if she asked like that, he would bring her with him anywhere--to the ends of the earth. "Sure thing, sweetheart."

Thena clapped her hands together and dusted them off, as she'd seen him do.

"C'mere," he smiled, bringing her by the hand over to the water pump. "This is part of it too, but when we actually have things to harvest, we can wash them off under this before we bring them in to start prepping them."

Thena was quiet, letting him massage the soil from her hands ever so gently and reverently. Just like how he had washed her scraped and scarred feet for her when she first arrived at his cabin well over a year ago, now.

Sometimes it really didn't't seem like it was that long ago.

Gil worked gently, caressing every bend and line and crease in her delicate hands. She was so soft, and so willowy--royal people really must not be allowed to lift a finger for anything. Only once he was satisfied with his work did he release her hand, "there."

When he raised his head, he was nose to nose with Thena. They were awfully close, her dress blowing gently in the wind around her ankles between them. He could see the shades of green in her eyes and the strands of darker blonde mixed with the rest of the sunshine blonde ones.

"Thanks," she murmured, the spell broken and backing up from him slightly.

Gil blushed to the tips of his ears, rubbing the burning hot back of his neck and kicking around a rock at his feet. "Y-Yeah, uh, 'course."

"Hm," she let out gently.

He looked up when he heard the water flowing again. Thena had pumped it this time, holding out her hand for his.

She smiled, "your turn."

#Thenamesh Runaway Bride AU #I think Thena would be so eager to help Gil around the house #he's done so much for them since she arrived #she just wants to contribute #and really what is this #if not a blatant excuse for soft and intimate hand holding?#I mean really #just them #taking turns 'washing each other's hands' under the sun #a speck of dirt?#time to wash your hands for you

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hello dear!

So i don't know if anyone already requested this, but we N E E D the proposal in the Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU! I literally crave for this.

Hugs and much love to you!! 🖤✨🖤✨

Gil paced the floor of Thena's flat, muttering to himself. He had been going over the plan incessantly, had calculated every detail, thought through every possible complication. The deal would go through, he was sure of it.

He had never hoped so strongly for it.

There were white rose and lily petals scatted all around the home, over her white shag rug and the white furniture. He had even affixed a few wisteria to the spiralling pendant lights. There was also a trail of the petals leading to the bedroom. Just...if she felt like celebrating.

Gil clutched the ring box in his hand. He was ready.

He had gone back and forth on how to do it, thought about the impact this would make on their lives, their businesses. He had thought about the ring, if he needed one and what she would like if he did get one. They already had their tattoos, after all.

Gil grinned down at his ring tattoo, still his favourite, and for good reason. He loved to think about the matching one on Thena's light, delicate finger, scrawled in white ink in a promise he would never demand she say aloud.

Really, part of him had wondered if she would want him to propose at all. His Goddess of War was a being of practicality, after all. And if they both considered themselves married, then wasn't that enough? Certainly, he was happy to think so. And if she never wanted him to actually ask her--if she never wanted to actually marry him, then he could live with that.

He just wanted to be with her, and for her to be happy, and if those two things could be true together, then he could die a fulfilled man.

If it weren't for Kingo, he would probably still be debating on what kind of ring she would even want. He just had never even considered that the idea of getting married would be even further along in her mind than his own.

But if what Kingo said was true, then she was prepared to face down his horrible family, and she was prepared for their empires of business to have to conflict a little before they really melded at all. Apparently she was prepared to have a traditional ceremony for the sake of his family.

Gil's heart swelled in his chest. He wasn't nearly so willing to oblige them. But the thought that his stubborn and sharp edged Ice Queen was?--for him? It laid to rest any doubts he could have about her not feeling as strongly as he did.

Thena wasn't a poet, and she never claimed to be one. She did better with actions than words, and always had. Even before they were together, he always knew that to understand the state of the Ice Queen, was to watch her behaviours carefully.

Once upon a time, he was just a colleague, seated a respectful table away from her in meetings. He would watch her come in, notice her beauty - maybe indulge in it a little bit - and keep an eye on her. It allowed him to learn about her without risking his life by asking her even the smallest of conversational questions.

Now, they were about to be engaged. He hoped.

Gil sighed, starting his walk around the carpet again, dragging his feet and watching the flower petals move around him. He hadn't exactly thought Thena would be this late, and it wasn't helping his nerves. By the time she got home at this rate, she would be tired from work, and he would have to rush to get his speech out before she could ask him what all this was about.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he nearly tripped in his hurry to pick it up. "Princess?"

"Gilgamesh."

She wasn't alone. Or she just wasn't in the mood for pet names right now. "Hey, are you almost home?"

"I've found myself occupied at my office." She was looking at someone while she was talking. He could hear the way her tongue was dragging over her words.

Was she in danger? "Someone we know?"

"Actually," now he could hear a faint smile on her lips, "your mother's sister is here."

Shit.

"I'm on my way!"

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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I don't know if you've ever done one of these, but perhaps an artist x muse prompt for thenamesh? Like Thena is just this lovely person that Gil sees everyday. She passes by his studio and he's a sculptor or something.

And he's absolutely charmed by her even though she doesn't know he exists. She's inspires his most famous works and one day, he's got an exhibition and she's There. And his entire spiel about his work goes out the window because he's tongue-tied.

Maybe something like that. I don't know I just thought it'd be cute.

Tysm for your time ;;

A real walking muse--a Goddess come to earth, Gilgamesh thinks.

He sees her walking through the studio window, blond hair the colour of sunshine, a white dress flowing around her delicately. She's a marvel.

And he gets out of his rut. He starts sculpting again, after a very long, very uneventful, very expensive period of not producing a damn thing. He creates his first piece in months, titled Sunshine. It's just a partial, but it captures the way he felt the wind moved through that hair of hers.

He continues to see her, too. She must live or work nearby, because he sees her when he's not in the studio, too. He sees her walking past the building when he's coming and going, he sees her at the coffee shop across the street when he's fuelling up for a long night. He sees her with bundles of flowers in her arms.

He creates pieces bursting up in height, reaching for the sun, hopeful and yearning and names them after flowers. And he falls even further.

He creates a bust; a long, graceful neck, amazing hair blowing in an invisible wind, a pretty unmistakably beautiful face. He doesn't know her name, so he calls it Beauty. Although it's Female Study #4, if anyone asks, because he's far too embarrassed to say oh, it's this lady he's in love with like a stalker.

Now that he's creating steadily again, he can stand to call his agent. And things are going well! He's got an exhibition! He's got an exhibition...which he's never actually done before.

But he accepts, and he displays his works in a nice set up, a nice private room in a gallery nearby. He's nervous as hell.

"Hey, relax," Kingo shakes his shoulders in a friendly motion. "You've been doing great stuff lately, Gil. People are gonna love it!"

Gil just nods. Sersi also said that she would be there with a friend of hers, and that's at least one friend and artist whose opinion he respects. He tugs at his brand new suit jacket and steps forward.

"The artist, Gilgamesh!"

She's there. She's there and she's looking right at him. She's next to Sersi, who whispers something to her. Both women smile, although Sunshine there looks at him so intently that even from the front of the crowd, he can clearly see her eyes are green.

Kingo waves his hands at him, begging him to speak one goddamn word. "Tell us about what inspired your work!"

Gil flushes to the tips of his ears. He can't possibly--not with her right there. But he's never had an exhibition before, and he can't blow it. It was a very expensive winter he spent with his artist's block and he can't afford another one. "R-Right."

He tells the crowd about his rut, about how bored he got of everything in the city. He focuses on things he thinks most other people can relate to, hoping to hook the columnists and bloggers and potential buyers in the crowd. He makes a point of not looking at her while he's talking.

"And then, a few months ago," he gulps. He keeps shifting his flute of sparkling from hand to hand (he hasn't taken a single sip). He tugs at his turtleneck. "I saw...someone."

The crowd smiles and lets out faint laughs indulgently.

Gil smiles ahead of him, at the pedestal with Beauty sitting on it. "I saw...this ray of sunshine walking along the concrete, and the streetlights and the trash people had put out too late."

"I saw this incredible specimen of beauty, walking down the street as if she belonged here--on earth," Gil chuckled to himself. "And I guess I thought...if she's really here, before my very eyes...maybe life can't be so bad."

The rest of the night goes smoothly--mercifully smoothly. Kingo does some talking and the owner of the gallery space talks about collaborating with him. Then...he's on his own.

He taps his thumb against the glass of wine he has. He hasn't talked to Sersi yet, because he's afraid of talking to Sunshine with her. He can't imagine anything more embarrassing than having his muse herself be there to learn about his inspirations.

"Gilgamesh, is it?"

He knows it's her already. That velvety voice with a soft tone, lovely but surprisingly human--that's her. He turns, hoping he's putting on a brave face. "Call me Gil, please."

"Gil," she amends, her smile pleasant and gentle with her coat folded over her hands and her purse dangling from one shoulder. "Your works are all beautiful."

He blushes, as if she's teased him directly. Of course they're all beautiful, she's...he's getting ahead of himself. He clears his throat, "you're too kind."

"Truly," she shakes her head, glancing around her where the other attendees are musing and pontificating on his works.

"Are you an artist?" he asks despite his nerves.

"No," she shakes her head, and he doesn't now if it's true or if she's being modest or something. "But I've seen Sersi at work before, so I know that these aren't nearly as easy as people might believe."

"Oh, uh," Gil smiles sheepishly, pushing his other hand deep into his pocket and drawing his shoulders up to do it. "Well, it was a pretty dry winter for me. So I'm kind of just glad to be back at it."

Sunshine looks over at the bust. Gil feels as if he might hurl all over the gallery floor. Her eyes have a certain sparkle to them and now she really is teasing him, "That's quite a piece."

Gil clears his throat, as if that will somehow make him feel less mortified. "I've, uh, never really done studies before. I wouldn't say anatomy was my strength in art school."

"It seems quite accurate to me," she says quietly at the floor.

Gil takes in her soft visage and inhales. "I don't know if I really did my subject justice."

Sunshine's cheeks become a faint pink, and Gil wonders if he should take up painting, just 'cause.

"Sersi told me a friend of hers from art school was doing this exhibition. I've long admired anyone with artistic talent at all. She mentioned that your studio is on main street. I own the florist shop at the end of the block."

She's a florist. That somehow makes a lot of sense.

"She asked if I had ever run into you," Sunshine smiles at him more directly now. "I certainly have seen you. I suppose you seem to have noticed me, too."

Gil decides maybe the embarrassment is worth it, in a way. He shifts his wine to his other hand and extends his right to her. "Gil."

She slips her hand into his, and he never wants to let go of it. "Thena."

#Thenamesh AU #I really wish I could be a florist #There's something so lovely seeming about it #but it's a hard business #and also every plant I've ever touched has given up on life immediately #but Gil starts going to the flower shop absolutely all the time #he says they're for studies he's doing #but she never does end up seeing these flower sculptures of his

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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you continued mob boss thenamesh!!!! with three parts!!!! please write more of them, something after the last part! maybe thena still being tense after the drama with the heiress and it ends with something.... spicy! please, i love the way you write!

Thena looked up from her paperwork, hearing his shoes on the floor and the rustling of plastic or paper. She looked up, "flowers?"

"Lilies," he smiled at her, that hopeful glow still trying to win her over.

She let her eyes drop down to her desk again. Looking at him directly - or for too long - still brought up a mix of a few too many feelings at once. She signed another paper. "There's a vase by the door."

He sighed, but he didn't complain, obediently unwrapping them from their packaging and depositing them into the vase on her cabinet. "How is business?"

At least he was still playing by her rules. If he came in here demanding to know where they stood and how she felt, she wasn't going to have an answer for him anyway. "Fine."

He accepted the answer, drifting around her office with one hand in his pocket and the other with a bag of takeout on his wrist.

"How is Koreatown?"

"Lonely."

Thena looked up, glaring at him for the very specific answer. But he was being honest, clearly. He looked miserable. She sighed, signing the last paper she had to serve as a distraction. "What did you bring for dinner?"

He smiled again, and seeing him brighten up released some of the pressure in her chest (unfortunately). "Tteokbokki, from our last date-"

"It wasn't-" Thena began to argue before cutting herself off. They weren't doing this--she wasn't going to have cutesy couple squabbles with him. They weren't a couple. They weren't...something. They just weren't nothing, either.

"Did you have lunch?"

She glared at him again. "Are you really asking me that?"

"Well, did you?"

"What does it matter?"

"So no?" he raised his brows at her, and she huffed, pushing back from her desk and collecting up her papers to throw in her drawer. He set the bag on her desk, unpacking it and holding up a stick of them. "Open up."

"I am not poisoned, and you do not have to feed me," she hissed at him, trying to be as acerbic as possible.

But for all his grovelling he had done thus far, Gil stood resolute. He held out the stick of rice cakes to her, eventually turning it so she could hold it for herself.

She plucked it from his fingers, pursing her lips at him. "What did you with the rest of your day?"

"Took care of some business," he offered vaguely, picking up a stick of tteokbokki for himself and eating three right away, despite them being piping hot.

Thena took another smaller, more delicate bite of hers. She assumed he had business to conclude surrounding the Little Heiress debacle. She imagined he had both families on his back about it, plus all the actual business he had to take care of while all of this was eating up his time and attention.

Gil finished off his own skewer in no time, rolling it in his thumb and finger idly. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You want the full list?"

"What's at the top?" Thena countered easily. He had apologised enough already, and truth be told, the halfway point between forgiving and forgetting was somewhere in the back of her mind already.

It was her trust he was fighting for, and he was taking it slow and steady to ensure that he did it right.

"Going to your place."

Thena blinked. Of all the responses, she hadn't expected that. Certainly it was very high on the list of completely taboo actions to take in the business. No matter what businesses they ran, no matter what rules were bent or broken, an office was one thing, a home was something else entirely. They all had multiples, sure, but it was never acceptable to breach the safety of someone's home.

"I know I shouldn't have," Gil admitted down at his feet, still hovering around the other side of her desk. "I just...I needed to see you and tell you myself."

She had already talked to Kingo about it. She had stated that he had broken their most absolute rule and gesture of trust, and that she had half a mind to fire him for it.

"Oh, come on, Boss. Everyone could tell how miserable you were. So I gave your boyfriend your apartment code, so what?"

She hadn't had much of an argument for that, although she was still angry with him enough to be thinking up creative punishments.

Thena set down her stick and rose from her seat. "Sit."

Gil watched her carefully, "Thena, I-"

"Sit," she ordered again, and at least he didn't need to be told again. He passed her, sitting down in the office seat she just abandoned. The chair was massive, and honestly too big for her to actually recline in properly. But it was part of having the big, opulent office.

"Thena?" Gil asked cautiously. He could tell she was in some kind of mood but not telling him what she was feeling. That wasn't all that different, but his ability to read her had become dangerously proficient.

"Sh," she whispered, pushing the chair back and leaning over.

Gil sighed as she kissed him, his hand immediately landing at her back and trying to pull her closer.

She didn't let him, though. The pace was for her to decide. They were in her office, and she would tell him how this was going to go. She had invited him here, she had let him in, and she had been the one to kiss him.

She had missed him too. She wanted to feel close to him, too. She was hurt and exhausted from this whole ordeal, too.

But that didn't mean she was over it.

"Thena?" he asked again as she pulled back, settling herself on his lap. She still had her knife strapped at her thigh, letting it dig into her porcelain skin.

"I said hush," she whispered, slipping her lace off her shoulders and folding it once, then twice, then looping it around Gil's head.

"Baby?" he gulped as she tied the folded lace over his closed eyes and behind his head. All he was seeing was a haze of white.

Thena didn't answer him, unbuttoning his shirt just enough to place her hands on his chest. She pressed her palm to his heart, frantic within his chest.

"It's all yours," he promised without her having asked.

She still didn't answer him, but she leaned forward to kiss him again. He certainly didn't have any complaints about that, nor about her hands undoing his belt and his zip.

Gilgamesh choked on his breath as he hit the air, hard and aching from her touch. His hips shifted in the chair but she squeezed them with her knees. "Princess, please."

He could plead with her all he wanted. But if he wanted to be hers again then he was going to let her go through her due process. Thena gripped him - probably a little tighter than necessary - as she lined him up with her.

"Thena!" Gil moaned as she sank down onto him. They melded together like they always did. His hands went from gripping her waist to running up her sides and over her back.

Thena bit her lip as he bucked against her. He was really wound up from being blindfolded. She started moving slowly at first, almost gently rocking against him. He was the one who liked it soft like this--the Tyrant King, a romantic who liked 'making love' more than fucking.

Although she supposed they had to have sex with enough frequency to qualify in both of those descriptions for it to be true.

Thena turned her face in against his throat, partially kissing under his jaw and partially hiding herself away. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to look in his eyes right now. She only wanted to feel him--his hands on her skin, his warmth inside of her.

He knew, because of course he did. He didn't touch the blindfold, probably squeezing his eyes shut anyway. He held her tight, rocking his hips with hers so long as she demanded it. He was hers, signing himself under her completely.

Thena gasped, her breath becoming thin and short as she felt that coil begin to tighten. She needed this--she needed it far worse than she wanted to even think about, let alone admit. She needed him like she needed to take her next breath, and she resented it.

Gil grunted as she bit his neck, just a little bit harder than a playful nip. Her tongue ran over it to soothe him a second later, and he turned his smile away from her, even if she couldn't see it. She was still his Ice Queen. She was still his in some way.

"Gil," she whined against his neck, and he gripped her hips, pounding up into her in response. He was still so attuned to her, even after being forbidden from her side for almost two weeks.

"It's okay, Sweetness," he whispered in her ear, looping his whole arm around her hips as they moved. "Just let go."

She came undone, held in his arms, safe from the rest of the world. She trembled, clenching around him and drawing him to come with her. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her throat. She tipped her head back as he shot into her.

Gil held Thena tight, cushioning her against his chest as she slumped forward. He had been scared she would never let him hold her like this again. And even if he knew this was no guarantee of the future, he would take the opportunity gratefully.

Thena murmured as she felt him nuzzle her, his lips on her temple, his hands holding her hips as he slipped out of her.

"You okay?" he whispered against her hair.

"Hm," was all she had any desire to answer at the moment. He accepted it, though, still sitting under her, still with her lace around his eyes. She still wasn't ready to look at him and stare everything that was between them in the eye quite yet.

Although maybe she would blindfold him again some time...for fun.

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softquietsteadylove · 2 years

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I just read the little ballerina and boxer one and wanted to ask you if you can continue it. Maybe Gil showing up to one of her shows and invites her to dinner afterwards. And of course, he brought a single flower, because one flower says more than a thousand.

Hugs and much love! 🖤✨

"Bye Miss Thena!"

"Goodnight, girls," Thena bid her little goslings goodbye, the young women flitting out of the dressing room and already laughing about the cast party about to take place. Everyone was on their way for it, and as the newest troupe of performers making their debut, they would be the toast of things.

Thena was just looking forward to going home and getting some hard earned rest. Then, she could finally wake up to her normal life again. No more rehearsals, no more gruelling days of endless practise. She could go to the studio again.

She could see Gilgamesh again.

She hated to admit it, but she had missed even just seeing him in the hallway deeply over the past two weeks. The most intensive rehearsals required full commitment and attention, and that meant leaving classes to Sersi while she was chained up in the Eternal Theatre all day and most of the night.

She never used to think of it that way before.

But she missed the less pressured atmosphere of teaching classes with Sersi. She liked keeping a more normal schedule. She liked getting to see Gil's big, bright smile and his cute little wave in the mornings.

Thena groaned, running her fingers through her hair and throwing her scarf around her neck. She could torture herself more with those thoughts when she was home, preferably sinking into a hot bubble bath.

"Uh, sorry," he poked his head in with a sheepish smile, "door was open, so..."

Thena blinked as he walked in, one hand behind his back and the other in his brushed back hair. He looked rather dashing in a suit. "Gil?"

"Hey," he smiled at her, and the ache in her feet faded from her mind. "You were...wow."

Thena gulped, feeling her cheeks flood with warmth. She looked down, not-so-accidentally burying her nose in her scarf. "You're sweet."

"Well, you were, though," he shrugged, stepping in a little closer. He looked around him, seeing the many, many bouquets of flowers set around the counters. "But I guess you knew that."

Thena looked at the bundles of mostly red roses and arranged bouquets, shrugging at them. "It's a standard practise on the last night. Not all of them are for me, mind you."

"So a good number of them are?" he raised a brow, and she offered a more sheepish smile. He blushed, rocking back on his heels as he pulled out his hidden hand. "It's no bouquet, but-"

Thena gasped. It was a rose - singular - white in colour, clipped of thorns and leaves, bare stemmed save for a shimmering green ribbon tied in a bow around it.

Gil handed it over to her delicately accepting hands, his shyness showing through as he looked everywhere but at her. "I figured you'd get plenty, so maybe this would stand out...or something. And they offered me a white ribbon to match it. But I saw the green one and i-it matched the colour of your eyes, so I chose that one instead."

Thena's eyes were wide, bouncing between the flower in her hands and the beautiful man presenting it to her.

"I don't-"

"It's perfect!"

It wasn't the first time their words overlapped, and once again, Thena felt as if she was saying far too much within the two word sentence. But she pulled the flower as close to her as she dared, not wanting to rustle a single petal. It really was perfect, just like the gifter.

Gil flushed red to his ears, his laugh bubbling out of him. "O-Oh, good! I, well, uh-"

Thena looked up at him again from sniffing the rose gently. It was sweeter than any of the nameless, faceless bouquets around her from nameless, faceless people. "Gil?"

He tugged at his tie, clearly unused to it. "I was wondering...if - maybe - you'd, uh, wanna get dinner--sometime! Doesn't have to be tonight--you probably have a party, or something, with-"

"I'm free."

It was quieter than she thought it would be, but somehow she just couldn't get the air to stay in her lungs.

Gil looked surprised by her interruption, but he clearly didn't mind at all. He smiled, a sureness - a confidence - falling over him as he stepped closer still. He reached out, pulling her hair out of her scarf and fanning it out behind her. "I never get to see you with your hair loose."

Thena's eyes fluttered closed as he used the proximity as an excuse to kiss her forehead.

Then the flirtatious smirk faded against the brightness of his usual megawatt smile. "It's cute!"

Thena reached for her purse hung over the back of one of the chairs, hoping that maybe her blushing would subside a little (somehow, in the three seconds it took her to do it). "Well, where were you thinking of going?"

"I guess wherever you want to go," he shrugged, happily claiming her hand in his as they started to walk out of the dressing room. "I don't know if you want a big, huge meal or if something lighter would be better."

Thena laughed faintly, feeling his fingers squeezing tighter around hers. "If I had another show tomorrow I'd suggest something quite light. But I'm free as of tonight, so maybe something richer than usual wouldn't be the end of the world."

"If that's the case, I know this great Korean barbecue place."

"Sounds-" Thena startled as the backstage door slammed open.

"Miss Thena, are you coming to--oh!"

"Don't interrupt, didn't you see her boyfriend looking for her earlier?"

"Yeah, they probably have a date planned!"

The door closed again but the damage was done. Thena sighed; she was going to kill her little goslings for this.

#I actually might have some implications of a ballet past planned in another fic #so I wasn't sure how to go about the first one of this #but I ended up really liking it #so I'm glad to know the dynamic of it captured other people too #and for the record #Gil spent the whole two weeks #looking into the studio everyday #and being bummed when Thena wasn't there #Sersi had to tell him Thena hadn't had the chance to even come and check on them #but she was the one to tell him how to get a ticket for the last night of the show #and she was sure Thena would l o v e to see him there #Gil picked the white rose himself #and he secretly is a little curious when he doesn't see it in the studio #or her office or whatever #but Sersi tells him #entirely without Thena's knowledge #that it has a place of honour #in a vase on Thena's nighstand at home #and now Thena has to kill Sersi too #Thenamesh Ballerina/Boxer AU

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