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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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I enjoyed the thenamesh actor au pretty much! Would you write some cute fluff how Thena and Sprite are visiting Gil, spending a nice and fun evening with cooking and then watching a movie and Gil ( he has taken his medication after dinner) falls asleep on Thenas shoulder? Sprite noticing the beautiful chemistry between them?<3

"Hey."

"Hey," Gil smiled as a wisp of blond drifted into his view as he loaded the dishwasher (slowly).

"Thanks for dinner," Thena repeated from several times earlier already, bringing over hers and Sprite's plates from the table. "It really was incredible, Gil."

"Aw," he blushed. "It's the least I could do; you've been such a help since the whole arm thing."

Thena's eyes drifted down to his broken arm in his sling, as it did often. "I wish I could do more."

"Trust me, Thena," Gil closed up the dishwasher and patted her shoulder ever so gently, "it's plenty."

She smiled up at him. The soft lighting of the kitchen really brought out his handsomeness.

"Go sit down with Sprite," he nudged her with a grin, "make sure she doesn't pick something with me in it--I can't bear watching myself with people."

"I know the feeling," Thena laughed, drifting off into the living room as Gil reached for the painkillers he'd been prescribed.

Sprite barely looked away from her scrolling as Thena sat down on Gil's large sectional couch. "You two done flirting?"

"Sprite!" Thena hissed at her sister.

"I had to sit through you two making eyes at each other all through dinner," Sprite pointed out liberally, despite the murderous look on her sister's face. "Not bringing it up until now is a testament to my restraint."

"I mean it," Thena pointed her finger in her sister's face. "You are making him uncomfortable and he is our host, who has been nothing but very sweet with you, may I add."

"You may, but that only makes you like him more," Sprite pointed out. As much as she wasn't really into the idea of hearing about her sister's obvious crush on her co-star, part of her couldn't help its curiosity.

Unfortunately, Thena was so in denial about her feelings for him that she was underwater.

"Don't pick anything with Gil in it, says he can't stand watching himself," Thena murmured, eyes drifting down to her lap as Sprite scrolled through the options on the tv.

Sprite just nodded. Thena had the same problem, although Sprite never had any real desire to watch stuff with her in it. She really did think Thena was a great actress, but it was still just her sister--she saw her everyday.

"Okay," Gil mumbled as he sat himself on the couch with him. "What'd we find?"

"Still looking," Thena sighed, loudly enough for Sprite to know it was expressed just for her.

"Okay, okay," the teenager grumbled back, settling on a thriller. "Oh, this is Sersi's new thing!"

Thena smiled at Gil on the other side of her, "Sersi is our cousin."

"I heard about this movie," Gil nodded as the opening logos began. "Apparently there was a lot of drama onset."

"Unfortunately, although Sersi managed to escape a good deal of it," Thena sighed, unfolding her crossed legs and relaxing her stiff posture. "It doesn't surprise me, with Eros in its cast."

"Have you worked with him before?" Gil asked more quietly as the movie began.

"Once or twice," Thena whispered in reply, even shifting to angle herself more in Gil's direction. "He's...interesting."

Gil raised a brow at the diplomatic choice of words. "What am I--the press?"

Thena let out a little giggle, still trying to keep quiet for Sprite's sake of watching undisturbed.

Sprite wasn't paying attention anyway. She only really cared to watch Sersi's parts. And besides that, the little display happening on the couch right next to her was way too distracting to be ignored.

"I've read stuff about him," Gil whispered, leaning his head down closer to Thena. "He's pretty vocal about having a thing for you."

Thena rolled her eyes, missing the visible amusement - and maybe something else - on Gilgamesh's face as she did. "I think part of his image is being a bit of a stud. But he's closer to Sprite's age than ours."

Sprite rolled her eyes too. That was a bit of an exaggeration, not that she thought much of the slightly pompous actor from the once or twice she'd met him.

"I don't see how that'd stop him," Gil shrugged, his words running together slightly as his eyes drooped. "If you're beautiful, you're beautiful--and you are."

Sprite resisted the urge to call her sister out on her visible fluster.

"He's said so," Gil mumbled out, although it ran right into his yawning. "Said he wishes he could have the opportunity to work with the beautiful 'Goddess' herself."

Thena blinked as Gil leaned - slumped - even closer.

"I think even that's an understatement," Gil practically slurred. His back slid further and further down on the couch until his head collided with Thena's shoulder.

"Gil?" Thena blinked, whispering to him but not daring to turn her head to actually look at him.

Gil just adjusted his position, nuzzling even closer into her.

"Thena, please, I'm right here."

"Sprite!" Thena hissed at her again.

"Sh, Thena," Sprite laughed as she leaned back on the luxurious couch and pointed at the tv, "trying to watch."

Damned menace of a sister. Thena rolled her eyes, not moving a muscle as Gil fell into an even deeper sleep with her for a support. It was a good thing that he was also up against the back of the couch. Although his heaviness wasn't quite too much--it was almost kind of nice. He was solid, but not sharp edged, and he was bulky, but there was some softness to it that was nice too.

Thena smiled to herself as Sprite lowered the volume to barely audible, even turning on the subtitles. For all her surliness and general teenaged attitude, Sprite still had a warm heart under all of it. "Thanks, Sprite."

"Sh," Sprite smiled back at her, "watching."

#Thenamesh Actors AU #Sprite is a good sister #in both that she cares very deeply about Thena #and is an absolute menace who wants her sister to just #get it together and confess to her co-star #Sprite is definitely always telling Thena to just give up and admit it #'professionalism my ass' she says #Thena is horrified #there is a reason she doesn't let Sprite spend that much time with Gil #despite the fact that she's a fan and Gil thinks she's funny #it's because Sprite will tell Gilgamesh absolutely anything without mercy #Thena is like this is my very respected and talented colleague #and Sprite is like hi there my sister hasn't had a boyfriend in nine years #sPrItE pLeAsE

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iridescentoracle · 2 years

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[buries face in hands] gil no

#GIL. I KNOW THE BAR IS ON THE GROUND IN A HOLE LEFT BY SOME EXPLODING MACHINERY MEANT TO OVERWRITE BRAINS #AND REPLACE THEM WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S EVIL MOTHER #BUT THAT'S NOT—''I'M HERE TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF YOU DON'T COME BACK WHERE YOUR DAD CAN KEEP YOU SAFE''#SHOULD NOT SCORE WELL ON A METRIC OF ''DOES MY FATHER CARE ABOUT MY PHYSICAL WELL-BEING''#GIL PLEASE #like i LIKE klaus. i think he's fascinating. he's probably the most morally complicated character in the comic #which is saying something when one of the protagonist's boyfriends is complicit in serial murder including‚ nearly‚ hers #but GOD their relationship is so messed up. oh my god. someone get both of them into therapy please #gg #girl genius liveblog #allie don't look #sarah don't look #character: gilgamesh wulfenbach

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seakicker · 1 year

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there’s something very funny about reading NTR doujins together with your boyfriend

#my boyfriend and i were reading a gilgamesh ntr doujin together lol #seakicker speaks

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bigasswritingmagnet · 3 months

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Helpful, in a Heterodyne Kind of Way

inspired by this post, Saturnus Heterodyne, doting grandfather, attempting to find Agatha a PROPER boyfriend

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“No.”

Saturnus blinked.

“Did you say something, dear?”

Teodora approached like a tidal wave and hit about as hard. Saturnus went stumbling back, clutching at his jaw, but Teodora kept coming, punctuating her words with hard jabs to his chest.

“You will not kill my sons. You will abdicate to Bill. You will let him rule Mechanicsburg, his way, and you will like it, or so help me, Saturnus Heterodyne, I will break you.”

Saturnus stared at his wife, who seemed to tower over him like the god queens of old.

“…yes, dear.”

“I don’t like him.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, but did it fondly.

“You never like any of them.”

“And I definitely don’t like this one. Sturmvoraus, pah! And a Valois! Weaselly little devils, with their poisons and their smoke knights and their secret assassinations…”

“I’m sorry, you don’t like them because they kill people?” Agatha asked, raising her eyebrows.

“They don’t kill people properly!” Saturnus bellowed, thumping his fist down on the arm of his chair. “The only reason a man needs to poison a knife is because he’s not good enough to kill you without it!”

“Well, I thought he was very charming.”

“That sister of his had promise,” Saturnus said, perking up a little. “There’s a girl who understands leadership.”

“She wanted to flense the servants because they didn’t hem her dress correctly.”

“So she’s a bit of a project,” Saturnus said, dismissively. “You always liked a challenge.”

“I think I’ll give this particular one a miss, thanks,” Agatha said, with deep amusement.

Saturnus’ expression grew serious, and he gripped her hand tightly.

“I know you’re all grown up, and you don’t need looking after anymore—especially not by some miserable old codger,” he said, earnestly, “but when I’m gone—”

“Grandfather, please,” Agatha said, rolling her eyes. “You’re not that old—”

“When I’m gone,” Saturnus continued, insistent, “I want to go knowing you’ve got a partner in life who will make you happy. Someone who can keep up with you, support you, love you properly. Someone who deserves you.”

“Someone who would be willing to help me burn Europa to the ground if I suddenly decide to take up the family traditions?” Agatha asked, with a quirk of a smile.

“Well, that goes without saying.”

Agatha’s smile spread, becoming soft and genuine. She leaned down and kissed the top of her grandfather’s head.

“You are a terrible old man,” she said, “and I love you very much.”

She slipped out of the room. When her footsteps faded into the distance, Saturnus sighed and maneuvered his chair—a fantastic device Agatha had built him, with dozens of little legs that could navigate the castle's many stairs and even the steep road down to Mechanicsburg—over to the window.

After a few minutes, he saw his granddaughter emerge from the castle, followed at a respectable distance by two Jӓger guards.

“She’s the Lady of Mechanicsburg,” he said aloud. “She deserves an equal. She deserves the best. Certainly deserves better than her father got.”

Oh yes, Lucrezia Mongfish. Saturnus had approved, quite profusely, even encouraged Bill to see her. And how had that ended?

With a war that nearly leveled Europa, Bill and Barry vanished, a grave smaller than its headstone, and a little girl named Lady of Mechanicsburg before she was twelve.

Perhaps he should know better than to meddle, after all that.

‘I did overhear a very interesting conversation between Master Tarvek and his sister.’

“Hmm?” Saturnus said, only half-listening.

‘Do you recall Master Bill and Barry’s friend, Klaus Wulfenbach?’

Saturnus screwed up his face.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, he’s far too old for her!”

‘I was actually thinking of his son. Gilgamesh Wulfenbach, heir to the Wulfenbach Empire?’

Saturnus rubbed his chin, thoughtfully. The Wulfenbach Empire was impressive, and Klaus was ruling with a proper, iron fist—while remaining respectful of Mechanicsburg’s continued autonomy, which Saturnus could only assume was Klaus being smart enough not to start a war he couldn’t win.

“Mmm,” he said, reluctantly. “But Klaus did have his hero phase, running around Europa with the boys, fixing all kinds of problems. That sort of thing can be heritable, you know.”

Just look at Agatha! Nature over nurture his left foot.

‘Not a concern,’ the castle said, smoothly. ‘The boy is adopted.’

“Really?” Saturnus said, now more interested. “Do we know his background, then?”

‘Do you remember Petrus Teuful?’

Saturnus froze. Slowly he raised his head to look at the ceiling.

“Petrus Teuful?”

‘Oh yes.’

“The Black Mist Raiders, that Petrus Teuful?”

‘The very same.’ The castle was very smug.

Saturnus’s astonished expression slowly spread into a wide, devious grin.

“Well…perhaps we shall have Master Gilgamesh over…for dinner. Heh. Aheheh. Hahaha. Ha. Hahaha! Haahahaha!”

Thunder crashed overhead as Saturnus’ laughter echoed over Mechanicsburg. Agatha put her hands on her hips and tutted, glaring up at the castle.

“Oh, now he knows he’s not supposed to do that. It agitates his sciatica.”

#girl genius #saturnus heterodyne #agatha heterodyne

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grimm-the-tiger · 3 months

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I just realized something. If the First City was Uruk like most people seem to think, then its fall was deeply, deeply ironic. Spoilers for Heart’s Desire.

So the theme of the Epic of Gilgamesh is that immortality is better achieved through one’s legacy than through, you know, physical immortality. Gilgamesh is propelled onto his quest to find immortality by the death of his buddy/totally not boyfriend Enkidu and learns from the first man to gain immortality how to gain immortality, gloriously messes it up, and comes to the conclusion that the only way to gain true immortality now is by creating a legacy that will outlive you.

BUT, because the fallen cities are usually traded by their monarch to the Masters in exchange for the life of a romantic partner or spouse (excluding the Third City, at least), and going by the assumption that the King with a Hundred Hearts is Enkidu and the Manager of the Royal Bethlehem is Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh in the Fallen London universe never learned this lesson. Instead, he gained physical immortality at the cost of everything: his city, the Surface, and the very person he gave it all up for, the very person whose death would’ve propelled his quest for true immortality. And, from what I’ve heard from people who’ve completed Heart’s Desire (my ambition is Nemesis and I haven’t even gotten to the Iron Republic yet, so I wouldn’t know), while the King resents the Manager for saving his life, the Manager has never lost his love for the King.

All this adds a second layer of tragedy to the backstory of the First City. The Epic of Gilgamesh is the oldest story we have, or at least the oldest story we have in written form; in a meta sense, Gilgamesh gained what he sought. But in the Fallen London universe, London fell before the tablets containing the story could be translated (translation began sometime in the late 1860s, and the first somewhat complete version was published in 1900; London fell in 1862), if the story even existed at all. Gilgamesh never learned his lesson. He still yearns for the person he sacrificed everything for yet is unable to have him. He lives on in-person, but his memory has been forgotten by time. In a sense, he lost more than the version of him in our world; we still have the story of Gilgamesh, but in Fallen London, we don’t even have that.

#fallen london #mesopotamia #mythology #rambling about mythology #i need to stop overanalyzing shit

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canmom · 18 days

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reading Herbert Mason's translation of the Epic of Gilgamesh, as you do!

I went with Mason's translation after I saw it quoted here and there and seemed pretty solidly written - but it isn't precisely right to call it a translation, more a retelling of the story as Mason understands it. so it's not a line by line translation, and some major parts of it are presumably interpolations or paraphrases.

i knew the broad outline of the story but it's fascinating to put it in context, and discover parts of the story i hadn't heard about. for example, i didn't realise the concept of droit du seigneur was part of this story - I'd thought that was basically a goofy myth about the medieval period, but here in the oldest surviving written story, it's just a thing the mythological king Gilgamesh does. though the exact translation seems a little contentious - Mason writes:

As king, Gilgamesh was a tyrant to his people.

He demanded, from an old birthright,

The privilege of sleeping with their brides

Before the husbands were permitted

But Wikipedia quotes a different translation by Stephen Mitchell which says:

He is king, he does whatever he wants... takes the girl from her mother and uses her, the warrior's daughter, the young man's bride.

The general thrust is similar in both cases, but the details of the custom are different. I don't have Mitchell's translation so I can't find how he describes the moment Enkidu arrives to interfere with Gilgamesh doing one of these kingly rapes (like let's not beat around the bush here, it's a different social context and whatever but you can't possibly say no to the demigod king).

Moving on...

Viewed with modern eyes, the transition between the first chapter and the second is kind of abrupt. We've got this great establishing story for Gilgamesh and Enkidu having a rather homoerotic fight and becoming best bros, but then we abruptly skip forward to Gilgamesh declaring that they're going to go fight a monster called Humbaba, and Enkidu is all like, no, that guy is way too high level, you'll die! Modern writing advice would hold that you'd want to spend some time building up Gilgamesh and Enkidu's relationship 'on screen' here, and perhaps foreshadow the existence of Humbaba a bit sooner to build up the threat a bit - but then I'm not carving this into stone tablets, I can afford to be a little bit roundabout, and who knows what's been lost? (scholars of the Epic probably have some idea lol)

The word used for Gilgamesh and Enkidu's relationship is 'friend'. This feels like it's probably a bit of a lossy translation to me - would lover/boyfriend be projecting too much? I obviously don't know the nuances of Sumerian that well, so maybe this is the best available word, but their relationship has a lot of physicality and a lot of affection.

The woman who goes to Enkidu in the wild and has a bunch of sex until he becomes civilised is described here as a 'prostitute'. My understanding was that she belongs to a religious role here, harimtu, that's usually translated as 'sacred prostitution' but apparently this identity is contested, and also she has a name, Shamhat? I don't know why Mason doesn't use her name. Shamhat has a pretty big role in changing Enkidu and convincing him to come meet Gilgamesh, but her own motivation isn't really explored.

Still, I don't want to come off as only complaining. Whether they originate in the Epic or with Mason, I'm enjoying a lot of the poetic turns of phrase in this version - the style is just the right level of minimal - simple appropriate words, but effective for that. Mason writes in verse, but doesn't rhyme - I'm not really familiar enough with meter to say more than that. There are a lot of fairly short, declarative sentences, mixed up with an occasional much longer metaphor across multiple lines. I think you could fairly easily delete the line breaks and just have prose, but having them makes it flow in an interesting way, like waves? Poetry is not my bailiwick so I'm probably describing some fairly basic facets of the medium, but it's interesting to observe.

I'll add more when I've read a bit more, I'll be in this train a while...

#gilgamesh #epic of gilgamesh #fiction #translation

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quiggyballs · 1 year

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started talking abt gilgamesh, and. my bf said "isnt that the big round guy from robots". my boyfriend thought this was gilgamesh

#the epic of gilgamesh #robots #my twisted mind

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lwh-writing · 4 months

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Girl Genius Reaction #1

Agatha is a really fun character to follow. She's spunky, smarter than she gives herself credit for, and captures that college student feel perfectly.

I immediately clocked Gilgamesh as "kind of tsundere love interest that starts off on the wrong foot." So far, no real evidence to debase that theory.

Speaking of, love the back and forth between him and Agatha where it's just "You KILLED A MAN, YOU'RE A MONSTER!" "HE THREW A BOMB AT ME!" "THAT'S NO EXCUSE D:<"

I am not trusting the Baron right now. Giving me major "secret evil" vibes. Very happy that Gilgamesh is hiding the fact that Agatha is the one who built the clank, not her "soldier boyfriend."

It's interesting that the worldbuilding is so hands-off. People and events keep getting name-dropped with not a lot of/no explanation, and the audience is expected to just keep up. I gotta respect the commitment even though I'm kind of confused, but I'm sure I'll understand as I keep reading.

Is it just me, or does Von Pinn kind of look like Agatha? Is this intentional? Is there some kind of connection? Am I picking up clues to a plot twist? Am I just connecting two threads that should not be connected? Guess I'll find out.

Also, I stopped reading at specifically this panel:

Just to immediately go: "Barry, where did they say that name befor-- oh, that's her uncle. Oh, Agatha secretly has OP genetics and/or is the last of an OP family. Possibly the Secret True Heir to the Throne (the throne of what, I have no idea). I gotcha, I gotcha."

Anyway, it's going good so far. The story and the characters are fun, but I don't think the author(s) have quite found their rhythm yet. But a lot of intrigue, a lot of growing tension, and a lot of promise.

So far, Girl Genius scores a solid 7.5/10

#girl genius #first read through

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play-now-my-lord · 10 months

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The Epic of Gilgamesh is about a nepo baby whose boyfriend dies doing stunts, which inspires him to cry like a baby for about a third of the story and then start fruitlessly trying to evade his own death. 10/10, would recommend

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marksbear · 1 year

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Hi I really like your writing! I was wondering if you could do druig x make reader. Maybe reader is very sunshine kinda person and when the eternals meet druig new boyfriend they are just shocked

Hey! Thank you for liking it! And have a good Christmas Anon!

DRUIG X MALE READER

"just don't mess this all up for me."

Druig says to his team while they all sit together at Phastos house to all spend time with each other for the holidays.

The Eternals all begged to meet Druig's significant other he was so smitten for. Even Ikrais showed a bit of interest in who this person is. So to get them off of Druig's back he invited them over to have dinner.

"You worry too much Druig!" Kingo says with a laugh. "Don't worry Druig we'll try to be on our best behavior." Gilgamesh adds trying to ease his friends worries.

The sound of the door bell rings makes the house all quiet. Druig gives his team one more spare glance before walking to the door.

Once he opens it he smiles brightly. "You came." Even though Druig's voice didn't sound he wasn't excited he was beyond ecstatic. His boyfriend wraps his arms around Druig as he does the same just standing in the middle of the doorway hugging and enjoying the others presence.

"Of course I came! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" His boyfriend was smiling ear to ear making Druig weak in the knees. Druig pulls Y/n inside taking his coat or jacket and hangs them up.

"Come on." Druig takes his boyfriend by the hand leading him in the dining room. The Eternals conversations got quiet and their attention all focused on Druig.

"Everyone..." Druig moves out of his boyfriend way while all the Eternals stare and study the boyfriend who has the brightest and gentle smile ever. "Meet my boyfriend. Y/n L/n the greatest man on earth." All of the Eternals stand up from their seats introducing themselves to Y/n and having small talk.

Everyone click with Y/n gentle and energetic personality. Kingo and Y/n ranted back and forth about movies, Phastos and him had a mutual agreement about liking building and kids being the best boyfriends ever, Makkair even taught him him some sign language.

Gilgamesh and him talked about cooking for a while, Y/n was complimenting Thena's beauty making her very blushy and smile hard, Him and Sprite were making playful remarks to each other.

Hell he even managed to make Ikaris break character and share some cool and funny stories with each other.

All of the Eternals were hooked for Y/n and his great personality loved him even more than. Kingo was first to think "How the hell did Dark Vader manage to pull a man like Y/n." Kingo eyes Druig up and down making sure he isn't using his powers to control Y/n.

After

Y/n spends hours talking and playing with his boyfriend. He decides it's time for he can go. "Bye everyone! It was a pleasure meeting you all and I hoped you liked me!" Y/n bows his head down a little before giving everyone a hug bye.

Lots of the Eternals try to convince and beg Y/n to stay but Y/n kindly declines the offers with a huge smile on his face. "Bye everyone have a Merry Christmas!" Druig pulls his boyfriend out and walks him to his car.

"What do you think of them?" Druig asks wrapping his arms around Y/n waist. "I think they're lovely. They are all one big happy family. I think they're good for you my love~" Y/n answers with fully honestly kissing Druig passionately before pulling away and opening his car taking out gifts.

"Can you give them these. I based off the gifts from your stories about them! And I got plenty for you at my house!" Y/n hands him the boxes of gifts. "You know you didn't have to." Druig says feeling himself smile.

"I know I know. It's just that I wanted to make a double good impression."

The two share one more kiss before departing in their own separate ways. But Druig stops in his tracks. And he turns around putting the gifts on the porch before jogging back to Y/n's car.

Y/n pokes his head out the window. "Yes?"

"I love ya sun." Druig says smiling to his boyfriend.

"I love you too moon~" Y/n says back.

THE END

#druig x male reader #druig #male reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader #eternals marvel #eternals x male reader #the bear club

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messyo5 · 8 months

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I think the Epic of Gilgamesh is so silly like yes enkidu was raised by wolves and then fucked fantastically for 6 days and 7 nights and then was head over heels for a harlot and then the harlot took him to the city to meet his Destiny Boyfriend gilgamesh and now Ishtar was like "gilgy boo thang you're gorgeous be my bridegroom" and gilgamesh turned her down bc he's all about that Bachelor Life with My Bro Enkidu and so Ishtar took the rejection like a boss and sent a magic destruction bull down and Enkidu and then Giggly was like "pfft no" and killed the God Bull and then the Gods were not too fond of that so they killed Enkidu and Gilg was like "NO MY HUSBAND- I MEAN MY BESTIE" and sat by his rotting body's side day and night until a worm crawled out of his nose so he was like "THats kinda embarrassing I don't want rhat to happen when I die so let's look for immortality"

In the end Gil did not in fact find immortality and just had a whole important self discovery adventure but that's not really important to the pizazz of the whole ordeal

And all of this was in cuneiform

And also all of these people are at least a little nonbinary. No one is totally cis het that I can 100% be sure of

#brainshits #epic of gilgamesh #gay #gay men #gay pride #i too long for a Totally Just Friendship like that of Enkidu and Gilgamesh

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mrwavellswaps · 2 years

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Rejuvenation

Read the first part of this story: Taking Back Youth ⬇️

“What to do, what to do” Mr Wavell thought as he floated around town, looking down at all the potential test subjects. Half the time he likes to pick a man (usually a gay one) out of the crowd and just follow them around for awhile, learning a bit about their life as a simple observer before making his move. Though as his gaze scanned across the people, he noticed one man in particular that stood out. Not because of his looks or what he was wearing but rather because his soul and body didn’t match.

Curiously Wavell floated over to the man as he walked through the street with a confident smirk. He was a tall, relatively broad man. Handsome features with a short beard and ginger hair. Not to mention he was shirtless due to the hot weather and showing off a generous amount of red chest hair. A hot piece of meat for sure but how the hell did he acquire this body? Wavell couldn’t sense any magic emanating from his soul meaning he wasn’t a warlock himself nor could he sense the magic residue of another witch or warlock that may have done it. Which could only mean he used some sort of magic item or spell… interesting.

“Now let’s see what kind of body you gave up for this one shall we.” Wavell placed an invisible hand on the oblivious man’s shoulder. The ginger stud felt a shiver across his body as Wavell used it to find a link back to its original soul. Within seconds he sensed the matching signature not far from where they were. After that he didn’t waste anytime, teleporting away towards the signature.

Upon arrival he found himself in a small apartment a few blocks away. There was an old man who looked to be in his early 60’s sat with his head down on a desk, surrounded by masses of empty beer bottles. It was a sad sight to behold. This guy was in the prime of his life before it all got stripped away from him.

“Tell me. How exactly did you end up in that body?”

“HOLY FUCK! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE AN-… wait… what did you say?!” Evan was startled by the sudden voice behind him as Wavell undid his cloaking spell.

“I asked how you ended up with that body. I found the man who was piloting your real one so I used him to find you.” Wavell stated simply. Evan of course inquired this odd man on how he even knew about that to which Mr Wavell responded by informing him of his magic abilities. To prove such, the Warlock used his power to rid the apartment of all it’s mess. With a wave of his hand, beer bottles were gone, clothes were clean and folded, bed sheets were made and so on. Evan was completely dumbfounded but at least now he knew this guy was serious about that magic stuff.

“It happened about a week ago… I was getting drunk at a bar after a bad breakup when this old dude started hitting on me. I accepted his advances and the next thing I knew I was absolutely smashed out of my mind and fucking this dude in his apartment. After we fucked I blacked out and when I woke up, he had my body…”

“Do you know how exactly he was able to do it?”

“I’m not sure. He just said something about a ritual I think and that the last component it needed was for us to swap sexual fluids?”

“A ritual huh? He must’ve used some sort of magical item given to him to enact it. I wonder if Gilgamesh had something to do with that…”

“Gilga-who now?”

“He’s a friend of mine with similar interests, not that it matters to you. Anyways I’m off. I was just curious about your situation. That’s all.” With that Wavell floated up into the air once again. He was about to teleport away when the man grabbed his leg. Evan begged Wavell to stay, pleading with him to use his power to fix this and give him back his old body. With a sigh, the warlock lowered himself down to the floor once more. “Look, Evan is it? Swapping souls, changing bodies, shifting minds. It’s what I live for. So why would I use my magic to correct something that would’ve happily done myself in the first place?”

Evan’s eyes sunk as he looked back down at the old, chubby body that’d been forced upon him. The last glimmer of hope he’d gained slowly fading as he sat himself down on the bed. Mr Wavell was about take his leave again but as he glanced at Evan again, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of pity for the man. Rolling his eyes he said to the man “Fine. I’ll help you out… but I’m not going to put you back in your old body.” Evan was confused, proceeding to ask how the hell it’d be helping if not giving back his body. “Well from what I can tell, your soul is about 27 years old. How’s about we have your current body match that.”

The warlock gets Evan to stand more towards the centre of the room. Upon doing so he conjured up a full body mirror from thin air, allowing Evan to see his reflection before waving his hand to get rid of the old man’s clothes. “Just so you can have a good view of this next part…” Wavell whispered while place his hands on Evan’s shoulders. They began emit a warm violet glow that pulsed into Evan’s body, filling him with a strange sensation. A pulsing heat that surged it’s way across his body, forcing it’s way into every part of his being. It was as if he were being embraced by a warm aura of pure energy. But it got better. It took a few seconds for him to notice but as he looked into the mirror Evan saw how the grey hairs on his head were beginning to regain their colour while his wrinkles faded. The fat across his body gradually began to melting away as he got leaner while his body hairs darkened and his skin became more tanned. Evan’s receding hairline began fixing itself, pulling forwards as his hair grew thicker and healthier, now completely dark brunette. The mustache on his upper lip became less pronounced, fading into a full face of stubble while his aged eyes regained a youthful glow. Lean muscle began to grow and define itself in places where fat had disappeared, forming strong and tight.

“How are you feeling so far.” Wavell murmured, wrapping an arm around Evan before grasping his member. “Does the heat of rejuvenation feel good?” He added. Evan could only groan in response as his dick was flooded with newfound youth, growing hard as a rock at Wavell’s gentle touch. His body continued to regress back through its 30’s. Skin looking younger, hair looking thicker, testosterone increasing. His cock bucked with excitement as his balls began to churn, feeling so sensitive as Wavell continued to pump him gently. Then at last the heat began to subside as Evan reached his late 20’s once more.

“I-I can’t… believe it.” Looking into the mirror he could tell this was still Carl’s body but now he looked like he could be a Men’s Fitness Model.

“Mhmm, this body was quite the looker in its younger days it seems. Perhaps not as muscular as your old body but certainly a few inches taller and I don’t doubt you’ll grow into it some more… unless you want me to grow it for you.” Wavell leaned in, kissing Evan’s neck while squeezing that excited cock a little before letting go.

“R-really?!” Evan pondered those words for a moment. Was Mr Wavell really offering to just hulk out his body right here and now? Evan had no doubt it was within the warlocks power after what’d just transpired but… he declined to Wavell’s surprise. “As fucking amazing as that sounds, if I’m gonna make this body just as if not buffer than my original, I want to do it myself.” He stated confidently as he spun himself around a couple times, inspecting all his newly invigorated assets.

“Are you sure? Doesn’t have to be your entire body. Perhaps just one or two little things you want improving?”

Evan thought hard for a moment, checking himself out from multiple angles. He had to say, one of the things he was missing the most from his previous body while looking at this one had to be his former bubble butt. Just the thought that Carl was now flaunting that ass around town and getting a bunch of dick was pissing him off. Speaking of dick, his current one was seemed about average at what looked to be around 6.5 inches yet his old one was certainly over 7 inches. He thought it over for a second but soon decided to ask if he could get a slight improvement in both areas.

“Oh that’ll be no problem whatsoever but how’s about we make it just a tad bit more interesting.” Wavell stepped around in front of Evan, having to look up slightly at the man before getting down onto his knees and taking Evan’s already excited cock in his mouth. Murmurs of satisfaction slipped from Evan’s mouth as Wavell worked his bearded lips around the shaft like a pro. It felt odd though, like a similar heat to what he felt while regressing was now emanating from inside Wavell’s mouth and embracing his cock. After that Evan felt what he could only explain as a second erection. As if his cock had only at half mast before and was now somehow growing even further! Veins bulged across the growing appendage while Wavell continued to bob his head generously, gradually having to open his mouth wider as the cock inside thickened. Wavell grabbed hold of Evan’s balls in the process, massaging them as he felt the leaking member slowly push itself further down his throat. Evan grunted, feeling his balls pull up slightly before dropping back down with a bit more heft than before, repeating this cycle a couple of times until he had nice fat balls that were teeming with cum and testosterone. After that, all Wavell had to do was go deep one last time, swallowing the entire cock and that was enough to send Evan over the edge. Warm nectar came flowing out, coating the inside of Wavell’s throat white before swallowing every drop.

After taking a moment to savour the taste, Wavell pulls himself away from Evan’s crotch. An audible pop could be heard as his lips released the wet member to swing down between Evan’s legs with a new weight to it. Looking down Evan could see the clear difference in size. Before this body had been average in the dick department but now it was longer and thicker than ever! Especially the fat mushroom head it now adorned, still dripping cum. It had to be at least 9 inches! Probably a little more! Well it was certainly bigger than his original cock that’s for sure. Not to mention the heavy balls he was swinging now.

“Woah! I can’t believe how huge it is now! Fuuuuck.” Evan gripped his new and improved manhood. The length was amazing sure but god did the girth feel phenomenal. Not being able to wrap his hand fully around his cock was an almost euphoric experience. It made him feel superior in a way though that could’ve just been all extra testosterone talking.

Wavell chuckled as he pulled himself back up. “Now… time for that ass of yours.” Smirking as he pulled Evan towards the bed, pushing him down onto the sheets. Evan laid himself down on his stomach, his ass served up and ready to be bred. Wavell kicked off his shoes while unzipping his pants, soon pulling out his own monster cock. He pumped a little for a moment as he pressed a finger inside Evan’s hole. Yup, that was gonna be far too tight for his cock but it certainly wasn’t something a little magic couldn’t fix. Just then Evan felt a shiver pulse through his body as his hole suddenly loosened and relaxed. “Perfect.”

The neighbours could only wonder what the hell was happening in ‘Carl’s’ apartment as through the thin walls they could echos of deep grunting and groaning. How could Evan not groan when he felt Mr Wavell’s fat rod slide inside him. Even after having his hole loosened, Evan still felt himself being stretched slightly while Wavell pressed his entire length inside. After that initial penetration, the warlock began to work up a gentle pace. Pump after pump filling Evan up as he started the feel that warm magical sensation once last time spreading throughout his backside. Purple energy pulsed from Wavell’s dick like a constant orgasm, slowly but surely causing Evan’s ass to inflate. Both cheeks bubbled up with fat and muscle that began to jiggle with every thrust. Seeing that only made Wavell hungrier, pounding in with more and more intensity. When the growth subsided, Evan was left with a juicy bubble butt that any gay man would die for. To have and to fuck.

Of course just because the change was complete didn’t mean they were gonna stop. Ooohh no. They were both having way too much fun. Wavell continued to pound down into Evan for awhile first before they switched positions. Wavell then laid on his back while Evan bounced on his dick as best he could. Obviously Evan couldn’t see the change that’d been made to his ass but he could most certainly feel it. All that extra padding rippling every time his ass smacked down against Wavell’s crotch. He was absolutely loving it. Not to mention his new, fatter dick jumping up and down with him was certainly a sight to behold.

They must’ve been making a ton of noise because a couple of position switches later they heard a knock at the door followed by a voice on the other side angrily telling them to quiet down. The pair only laughed at this of course, barely even stopping before getting back into rhythm. If anything Evan made an effort to moan even louder simply to piss them off.

After a good while longer however, The Great Mr Wavell was finally hitting his high. By this point they were doing doggy style with Wavell speeding up his thrusts, his full balls smacking against the bubble butt before his as they began to tense. Evan knew exactly what was coming as he heard Wavell let out a deep groan swiftly followed by an intense pulsing inside the welcoming hole. Next thing Evan knew, the flood gates had opened and Wavell was pumping load after load inside him. Thick, sticky cum drenching his insides and even spilling out due to the sheer quantity.

Wavell must’ve stayed on top of Evan for a good 5 or 10 minutes with his cock lodged inside the seeded hole. Sighs of relief could be heard however when Wavell finally decided to pull himself out before hoping off the bed. Evan on the other hand needed an extra couple more minutes before gathering up the strength to stand after that onslaught, determined to get one last look in the mirror at his newest change. And boy was he not disappointed.

“Ooohh yeah… I’m gonna rip half the pants I own now.” Evan grinned, looking over his shoulder into the reflection as he placed his hands beneath each cheeks and bounced them. “Definitely gonna have to buy myself a new wardrobe to wear.” Masses of dudes were gonna be drooling over his ass now! He played with the huge cheeks for a bit longer until he had the throw himself back onto the bed again out of soreness.

Wavell tucked his cock away into his pants. Of course knew he could rid Evan of that pain from being stretched but he loved leaving the men he’s bred with a sore ass for a day or two.

“So, before I leave, I’m curious about something.” Wavell stated while sniffing the sweaty pit stains on his dress shirt. “What are you going to do about the man who has your original flesh? I believe you said his name was Carl. Though he’s probably going by ‘Evan’ now.”

Evan had to think for a moment. Before he wasn’t sure if he’d have ever wanted to see his old self again. He thought it’s be too painful for him to see that young beautiful body he had while he was stuck with an old flabby one. Now though? Things were very different. “I’m not sure right now. I’m still pissed at him for using me when I was at such a low point just to steal my life and body. Until you came along I’ve been nothing but miserable. I should hate him but… thinking about my original body is making my dick twitch…”

“Heheh well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye on you and check in every once in awhile to see how you’re getting on. In the meantime I’ve made a minor adjustment to reality so all of Carl’s identification fits your new look. Nobody should suspect a thing.” Wavell slipped his loafers back on before floating up into the air.

Evan turned to thank the man for all he’s done but when he did, Wavell was already gone. As if he were never there to begin with. Despite that, Evan knew he was still being watched.

“Thank you Mr Wavell.”

#magic #male body swap #male body theft #identity theft #hairy #mr wavell #age regression #cock growth #ass growth #middle aged to young adult

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Helpful, in a Heterodyne Kind of Way

Summary: Gil wakes up chained to a chair in Castle Heterodyne.

That's bad.

But he's been brought there to have dinner with the Lady Heterodyne, who is smart and pretty and interesting.

That's good.

He's been brought there by Saturnus Heterodyne, because he's under the impression that Gil is the biological son of Petrus Teuful, and thus an excellent potential suitor for his beloved granddaughter.

That's bad.

But Agatha is wonderful, and Saturnus promises to keep Gil's "true parentage" a secret. If Gil is lucky, he might get out of this with a girlfriend, and without getting fed to one of the castle's deathtraps.

Klaus would just like people to not kidnap his son, thank you very much.

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Gil woke slowly, but not painfully. There was no aching body or throbbing temples, just a slow ascent from darkness. He was vaguely aware of the smell of cooking meat, the warmth of a nearby fire, the sound of soft music.

And shouting.

“—kidnap the son of Baron Wulfenbach, emperor of Europa!”

Well, that wasn’t a good start.

Gil forced his eyelids to open and found himself staring at…a table. It was covered in a gilt-embroidered tablecloth and set with the most over-the top table settings, every conceivable variety of forks, spoons and knives.

His hands were chained to the chair with manacles just long enough to allow him to reach the silverware (which was gold, he realized). He also noticed what, exactly, the tablecloth’s embroidery depicted. It was not something most people would like to look at during a meal.

A sneaking suspicion began to develop.

“I don’t care how great-great-great-grandmother Thorazia would have done it!”

And that was when Gil noticed the guards, and suspicion became certainty.

There were two of them, standing side by side at the door on the far end of the room. One had horns that curled up over his head almost in a circle; the other had a snout and long, floppy ears. Both were grinning at him—grins filled with sharp, pointed teeth.

Jӓgers.

Gil tried to keep his expression one of mild interest, which the guards clearly found very funny. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair, humming softly and very carefully not checking to see how sturdy the restraints were.

They were very sturdy.

As casually as he could, Gil glanced over his shoulder.

Yep, two Jӓgermonster guards on that door, too.

One of them waved at him. Gil gave him a slightly strained smile, and turned back in his seat again.

Okay. Kidnapped, tied to a chair, in Castle Heterodyne. The important thing to do was to remain calm, at all costs.

“Grandfather, I don’t need your help! I am perfectly capable of finding a boyfriend on my own!”

The door flew open and in swept the most beautiful girl Gil had ever seen. She was dressed in filthy mechanic’s coveralls. Her face was smeared with grease. Her hair was beginning to fall free from the messy ponytail she’d put it in, framing her face with fine golden strands. Her eyes were bright green, illuminated behind her large glasses.

“I,” she began, “am so sorry—”

“Hi,” Gil blurted out. “I’m Gil. Uh. Gilgamesh Wulfenbach. Who are you?”

She pulled up short, startled by the interuption.

“Oh. I…I’m Agatha. Agatha Heterodyne.” She shook herself. “Wait, wait, I’m apologizing. My grandfather had you kidnapped, he’s…” She blushed even harder. “He uh. He’s been trying to…”

“Find you a boyfriend, I heard.”

Agatha groaned and rubbed her face, pushing her glasses up.

“I’m so sorry.”

“That’s alright,” Gil said. “You know, it smells like dinner’s been made already, and since I’m already here…”

Agatha stared at him.

“You—really?”

He smiled at her and shrugged.

“I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

Agatha opened and closed her mouth a few times, pink rising to her cheeks.

“Oh. That’s. Very kind of you. I. Um. Should probably go get changed. I’m not exactly dressed for dinner.”

“If you’d like,” Gil said, amicably. “I think you look great.”

Agatha went scarlet and ducked her head, not quite managing to hide her smile. She began to back up out the door she’d entered through, babbling a little.

“I’ll uh. Aheh. It’s not really hygenic, I’m all covered in…I’ll just…um…Nestor, if you could serve Gil some wine or, or something while I, um…”

She slammed the door shut. Gil heard frantic footsteps tearing up the hallway, a call of I told you! and shutupshutupshutup!

A servant approached on silent feet and filled a goblet with wine, then scooched it a little closer to Gil so he could reach it without dragging the chains across the table cloth. Gil didn’t bother to ask if he could be released.

The door opened again and Gil looked up, but it wasn’t Agatha who entered.

At first, the only thing Gil could notice was the chair. From the seat up, it was, well. A chair. But instead of four sturdy legs, the seat rested on what had to be dozens of of spindly, shining, insectile legs. They were constantly moving, extending and retracting and shifting position to keep the occupant perfectly balanced as he crossed the room.

It took some effort to drag his gaze up and meet the sharp green eyes of a man who had Agatha’s nose and a wicked grin that pinned Gil in place.

“Saturnus Heterodyne!” he said, by way of greeting. “And you must be Gilgamesh Wulfenbach!” His smile twisted slyly. “Or should I say…Gilgamesh Teuful?”

Gil stared blankly.

“Uh…should you?”

“No need to play dumb,” Saturnus said, drawing up to the table beside Gil. With a casual air, he picked up one of the decanters of wine and filled a spare glass. Taking the glass in hand, he settled back in his seat and gave Gil a sharp smile. “I heard all about your paternity from that Sturmvoraus fellow.”

“Sturmv—Tarvek?” Gil sat bolt up in the chair, sloshing his wine and yanking hard on the manacles. “Tarvek Sturmvoraus told you I was Petrus Teuful’s son?”

That weasel, that snake! Everyone knew the Lady Heterodyne was more like the Heterodyne boys than like her grandfather. If she thought he was the son of one of the deadliest Sparks in the world—

“No, no,” Saturnus said. “He told his sister. But there are no secrets in Castle Heterodyne, are there?” This last was directed to the ceiling.

‘No indeed,’ said a disembodied voice, sounding quite smug. ‘But I do know when to be…discreet.’

Saturnus chuckled and waved for Gil to relax.

“Calm down, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I don’t blame Klaus for keeping it a secret—a man can only put up with so many assassination attempts before they begin to get tiresome.” He laughed the convivial laugh of two people bonding over a shared nuisence.

“Um. I…appreciate that, but—”

“And I certainly won’t be the one to tell Agatha! Don’t want to sway her opinion of you just yet. She’s a little too much like her uncle to believe in the whole ‘change them with the power of love’ nonsense her father did…”

His voice trailed off, his expression suddenly sobering. Gil waited, but when the man stayed silent, he cleared his throat.

“Actually, I think there’s been—”

“Wait, wait, I’m not done.” Saturnus frowned disapprovingly. “Youth these days, no patience at all. What was I saying? Oh! I remember when Klaus finally brought Teuful down. Ha, and Teuful certainly made him work for it! But when he finally fell, what did his men do? Fought harder. Fought to the death. Every man jack was there of his own free will, because he believed in Teuful. That is loyalty.”

Saturnus grinned and tilted his head back, indicating the Jӓger guards.

“And the Heterodynes know loyalty. We appreciate loyalty—and appreciate those Sparks who understand it as we do.”

“Well, of course,” Gil said. “Half of the armies we fight surrender outright because they know they’ll get a better deal with the Empire. But—”

“But indeed! A man who can inspire a soldier to fight for peace and stability, yes, all well and good, hoo-ray. But a man who can take a perfectly ordinary citizen of the world and inspire him to wanton chaos and destruction? Ah, that’s the kind of man I want for my granddaughter.”

He sat back in his chair and sighed heavily.

“I’m relieved to have found you, you know. The number of would-be suitors who have shown up here—why, the grinding machines can hardly keep up!”

“The grinding machines,” Gil repeated.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, unworthy men can be persistant, and I’ll not be having some moon-eyed, would-be-hero fluttering around her and wasting her time. So, on their way out I simply have the castle…” He made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Clean up.”

Gil felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.

“Castle Heterodyne had boyfriend grinding machines?”

“No, of course not! I had to build them. But don’t you worry,” Saturnus said, patting Gil genially on the shoulder. “I’d never snuff out a Spark like Teuful’s so easily.”

‘But perhaps mind where you put your hands.’

Saturnus burst out laughing; the Jӓger guards joined in. Gil forced his own laugh, clutching white knuckled at the arms of his chair. As subtly as he could, he glanced down, and saw that the way the floorboards were laid out, it was not impossible that the chair was positioned over a trap door.

The door opened and Gil’s heart leapt for entirely different reasons than terror.

Agatha stood in the doorway, slightly breathless, still damp from her frantic bath, and dressed in a white and gold dress trimmed with trilobite designs that Gil would say was extremely becoming. She’d missed a spot of engine grease on her cheek, and Gil had no intention of telling her.

“Well, I’ll leave you two at it,” Saturnus said, steering his chair away from the table and towards the door. His granddaughter squinted at him suspiciously.

“Yes, you will. And so will you four,” she said, sternly, to the Jӓgers. “I already have an all-seeing chaperone, who will be silent,” she added, very pointedly. “For the duration of the evening.” Her eyes landed on the glass of wine Saturnus was not quite managing to keep out of sight. “And the doctor said no alcohol!”

“The doctor said less alcohol!” Saturnus shot back, the door slamming shut behind him.

Agatha threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, and thumped down in her seat. Then she hurriedly stood up and swept her dress out so it wasn’t crumpled. Servants closed in, laying out the first course: a bright orange soup that, upon very careful tasting, turned out to be pumpkin.

“I hope he didn’t say anything too awful,” Agatha said.

“No!” Gil said, hurriedly, very aware that Castle Heterodyne could hear every word. “He was just telling me that he was a…fan of my father’s work.”

“Yes,” Agatha said. “I’m not entirely sure he actually understands what your father does.”

“I did get that impression,” Gil said, straight faced. The chain around his wrist clanked against the soup bowl, and Agatha’s eyes went wide.

“Castle! He’s still chained?”

Gil thought he heard something like a distant, mechanical sigh of disappointment, and the manacles popped open.

“I’m so sorry about that. Again.”

Gil smiled.

“Honestly, of all the times I’ve been kidnapped and chained to a chair, this is not the worst.”

Agatha paused, spoon halfway to her mouth.

“Has that happened to you…often?”

“Once or twice!” Gil said. “But I don’t usually get wine.”

“—and even though he recognized that it wasn’t on purpose, or entirely my fault, the Master decided I’d just be a trouble magnet, and that was the end of Paris. I finished my degrees in Beetleburg, instead.” Agatha waved her fork vaguely. “But it worked out in the end. It was much easier to rule Mechanicsburg from there.”

Gil started.

“You were ruling Mechanicsburg long distance?”

Agatha gave him a wry smile.

“I couldn’t exactly leave Grandfather in charge unattended,” she said, dryly. “I had regular reports sent to me once a week, and I’d send my orders back same day.”

“That’s impressive,” Gil said. “Balancing your schoolwork, running Mechanicsburg, and still managing to have a social life? Most people can barely manage two of those.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that much more work,” Agatha demured, though she was blushing. “My seneschal took care of the day to day, and my generals managed the defences.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing.”

“What about you?” Agatha returned. “You’ve got two doctorates and Collette said you get into adventures every other week.”

‘My lady—’

“I asked for silence,” Agatha said. “And I specified for the duration—”

‘Yes, my lady, and no one wishes to interrupt your evening. That is why your grandfather asked me to inform you that he will handle the matter.’

“What mat—you know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know.” She rolled her eyes at Gil. “He’s probably gone to argue with the Monster’s Guild about whether the giant rats qualify for membership. I keep telling them, if they’re not sentient enough to pay union dues and attend the meetings, they belong with the Rodent Society.”

The room they were in faced west, giving them a lovely view of the mountain sunset, and no view at all of Castle Wulfenbach descending on Mechanicsburg.

#girl genius #Gilgamesh Wulfenbach #saturnus heterodyne #agatha heterodyne #gilgatha #gil/agatha #doting grandfather saturnus AU

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