#until Thena looks down and his head is in her lap

[redheadspark]

Worth Fighting For

Summary - You seek out Druig after the near Emergence

A/N - I had a request for this for the Spring Pormpt Session, but I lost the request, either I deleted it or it got deleted on its own. I am SO SORRY that I lost it, but I remember it's for Druig and number 6 (Pulling their partner in their lap) So I wrote it and I hope that helps!

You never knew the open fields of South Dakota to be so quiet, so calm.  You weren’t used to this.

The calm you were used to was filled with jungle sounds and animals constantly bellowing in the air, not to mention the running waters of the river and the soft rustling of the green foliage leaves. But now all you see was land, flat and as fast as you could see amongst rolling hills and chilly air as you stood outside the farmhouse.

Ajak’s farmhouse.  You missed her.

The last time you saw her was back when you and Druig left the family, all 500 years ago.  You were sad to leave her, but you also understood where Druig was coming from when it came to standing to the side and letting the humans harm one another.  You always were the mutual factor between Druig and Ajak, loving both of them with all your heart and never wishing for the other to feel blindsided.  But Druig was your husband, your better half, and you had to follow him and not lose him in your life.  You knew deep down that Ajak was glad you left with him, she always praised your relationship and how you two complimented each other so well. 

But still, you missed her terribly, and you hated Ikaris for taking her away.

Shivering a bit in your jacket, you could hear the chatter inside of the house and you turned to look at the worn-down farmhouse that had Ajax’s touches here and there.  You could see she used the home for all its worth, and you had to wonder if she ever dreamt of the family being there again.  It was nice that you were, but not under the right circumstances.  So you walked back over to the front door, opening it to let yourself in.

Phastos and Ben were chatting with Thena, and their son Ben was watching the news that was playing the clip of a marble Tiamat poking out of the ocean, which left Makkari sitting on the bottom step of the stairs.  You looked eyes at her, seeing her give you a small smile and gesture up the stairs to the second floor.

He’s taking a shower, but I think he needs you. She explained with her fingers, her soft smile showing it was true.  Druig went through a lot on that beach, taking on a nasty wound from Ikaris thanks to a blast to the chest.  You saw he was hurting when you two reunited on that beach amongst the waves, but things had to be done.  There was no time to rest and recharge, not until now.

Thank you, ‘Kari.  You signed to her, squeezing her shoulder gently as you walked past her up the stairs.  Every creak under your boots was heard from each step while you were now on the second floor, the small hallway that led to two bedrooms and one bathroom.  One of the bedrooms was slightly open, and you noticed the light that was shining through and had a small sense that your husband was there.  Carefully and with barely any noise in your step, you poked your head in.

Druig was perched on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, and was wearing a thing shirt along with what seemed to be sweats.  His leather jacket was on the back of a chair that was to the side, his wet hair plastered to his face as he was looking out the window and sitting a bit too stiff for your liking.  You tiptoed your way in, closing the door gently behind you so you wouldn’t spook him or snap him out of his trance.  

“How was your shower?” You asked, walking over to stand in front of him. But his eyes were still on the view through the window, making you feel a bit worried as you then noticed his hands.  They were curled up a bit tight, almost in a fist at his sides while the thin shirt he was wearing was not hiding the massive bruise and wound that was on his chest.  

It made you beyond sad and angry that Druig would go through something like this, the Eternal who was the Pacifist and wished for humans to simply be kind to one another.  He wished to help them, to guide them into being together in peace.  Druig simply loved them, and yet he was almost killed by someone who was blinded to the truth. 

“Druig,” You said his name in a hum, not wishing to sound mad yourself at the pain he was going through, but it was still heard in your voice.  Druig’s eyes were still in the view, yet his hands were uncurled from being fists.  One of them opened up to you, almost like a flower that was ready to bloom.  There was nothing that would hold you back from taking his hand.  

You laced your fingers with his, feeling how cool his skin was against your palm.  You were going to say something else, maybe ask him how he was feeling, but he gently tugged you towards him.  Before you knew it, you were in his lap and his arms were around you to keep you close.  

At first, you were shocked.  But you felt it in the way he held you and tucked his head into your neck, you knew he didn’t want to talk about it.  He would hold you like this in the past when he needed comfort or to simply unwind, when talking wasn’t going to help but simply having someone be right there for him.  He never spoke about it or mentioned it, you figured that out on your own from being with him for so long.  

This was one of those moments.

You rubbed the back of his head with your fingers, feeling his soft hair along the pads of your fingers as he was berthing you in and still not saying a word.  He had days that were filled with grief or chaos, and days that were stressed or frustrating.  He love holding you, whether it was when you two were entangled in bed together or simply falling asleep in each other’s arms, there was something about him being able to hold you that brought him back to a safe space. 

He needed it after all he went through on that beach.

“I love you,” You said against his head as he was still holding you possessively, you feeling him hum as a sign that he was hearing you, “I love you with everything in me, okay?  I’m thankful you’re here and you didn’t leave me, Druig,”

He squeezed you a bit tighter as you kissed his forehead, the pair of you simply listening to the rolling winds outside the farmhouse and letting each other heal from all that happened.  You would hold him for every minute if you had to, as long as he was wishing for you to hold him and to bring him back to his old self you would.

His heart was worth fighting for.   

The End

Spring Prompt Session

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[softquietsteadylove]

But also!!! I love the headcanons!!! Can I request more for a different AU? (your choice for which AU, I can honestly say I’d read novels about any of them and I want to know EVERYTHING)

You...you want to hear my headcanons?

Okay!!!! (I'm so excited)

So let's talk Ballerina/Boxer AU, because that's another one with a lot of in-between things I've imagined but haven't appeared in any stories, even if I've alluded to them in the tags.

Mutual pining--my absolute favourite. Thena saw Gil a few times going into his studio across the hall. Sersi immediately called her out on it because Thena does not stare at guys. Thena doesn't really notice guys, for the most part. Until the handsome boxer smiles and waves at her. Sersi is on high alert.

Likewise, Gil noticed her because who wouldn't? He adjusted his schedule so he could come in a little earlier and catch a glimpse of her before class. Once he was smiling and waving and walked right into the propped open door. He felt like an idiot and avoided eye-contact for a week, but she was completely charmed by it.

Thena is all grace but at home she's a little forgetful. She's so exhausted that by the time she gets in the door everything is getting dropped on the spot. Then she comes out the next morning looking for her bag, her shoes, her water bottle, everything. Having Gil around has actually helped her keep her stuff organized better, she just doesn't want to admit it.

Gil loves spoiling her. He thinks it's so cute to get to see his graceful and beautiful swan curled up on the couch in a grumpy little ball. She loves watching tv with her head on a pillow on his lap with his fingers running through her hair. She has no idea what's happening in any of the shows they watch together because she always falls asleep, but Gil gives her the gist of what happens. It's super all-over-the-place and she still doesn't know what happens, but it's sweet.

She used to let him help her with her cool down after classes and rehearsals but it always ends up with them getting up to other things so now she has to ban him until after she's done or she won't stretch properly.

He brings up the locker room incident on at least a weekly basis.

Thena has never been in all that serious a relationship before. She's embarrassed and thinks it's terrible, but Gil doesn't care. He's happy and proud to be the first man she calls her 'boyfriend'. Sometimes he jokingly slutshames himself in comparison to her.

Thena only owns one pair of jeans, and one white leather jacket. Everything else is...what you might imagine a professional ballerina to own. Again, she thinks maybe this isn't a good thing, but Gil doesn't care of she dresses super casual or not.

Once they started seeing each other he immediately got his regular suit re-tailored and bought three new ones, so he could have options for her show nights, or if she went to fancy events and stuff. He just wants to feel like he belongs with his Gorgeous Swan.

Ben knew Thena had a thing for Gil from the first moment she mentioned him. All she said was "Gil, the boxing instructor in the studio across from ours" and he went oh yes, your future husband.

Thena was never nervous for performances until Gil started coming to them. It's not terribly nervous, maybe more like excited butterflies. And when she comes on stage he makes a loud 'whoo!' which everyone hates and is inappropriate for the venue, but she loves it.

Thena is much more eager to experiment than Gil. He's up for it, of course, but she's the one who's actively searching for ways or excuses to get up to wild things together. Unless he's going to ask her about it later, in which case it never happened.

Early on, Gil asked to do her warm up with her, for a change in his routine. It nearly broke him.

Thena is completely at the mercy of her students. First it was them calling Gil her boyfriend before they were really that official, which was why she would get so flustered. She didn't know that he loved them doing that. They go 'oooooh!' every time they see him, which embarrasses her every time. Soon they'll start asking if they're going to get married, at which point she will explode and burst into flames on the spot.

Sersi will say 'yes, they will', like a traitor.

Gil has a more distanced but friendly relationship with his boxing students. His oldest and friendliest student is Makkari, who was the one to tell him to just talk to Thena for a month before he ended up actually doing it.

After her fall, Gil starts subtly asking if and when she would ever give up performing for any reason (he's just worried about her).

Gil would never do anything as petty as retaliate against Lara for how she treats Thena. But he did once see her and her husband getting out of their car one day downtown. He called and had the car towed by claiming it had been there way past the allowed parking time.

When they move in, Gil will move in with Thena, because she has more stuff, it's easier, he's always there anyway, and he thinks her apartment is nicer than his.

The rose he gave her the first night he asked her out is dried properly and sits in a vase on a shelf on her wall above her bed (very romantic).

When Gil meets Jack, Jack asks if he and Aunt Thena are in love, to which Gil excitedly says he's head over heels for her. Thena is eavesdropping and has to stick her head in the fridge to recover.

#Thank you so much for asking for my headcanons!!!! #that's so sweet #I have so many my god #these are just a few #but it means so much to me that you want to know them! #never get your car towed #it costs like hundreds of dollars just to get it back #and yes I've put in some future stuff #a loose idea of things #but nothing is set in stone #so please feel free to ask for an idea even if you don't think it aligns with what I have here!

[thefallennightmare]

One Mind-Twelve

Pairings: Druig x Eternal!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swears, and maybe some smut here and there.

Summary: For so long, the Eternals were on their own. That was until a Celestial event brought them all back together. Reader is reluctant to help because in order to do what her fellow Eternals are saying, she would have to connect with a century old love; one that she promised herself that she would never work with again.

A/N: This chapter contains smut! First time writing Druig smut so let's hope I can do it justice. Also, there are only two chapters left!

TAGS (OPEN): @niiight-dreamerrrr @moonlightreader649 @beep-beep-sherlock @layzfeelit @caramelkatsukis-bitch

The once hot water had started to become lukewarm as time passed by slowly and I allowed myself the hush of that time to gather my thoughts on everything that happened.

We stopped the emergence but lost Ajak and Gilgamesh in the process. Ikaris flew towards the sun because he couldn’t deal with the thought of what he had done to us. Sersi, while still having the energy from the Uni-Mind, gave Sprite something she’s always wanted; to become human.

Sersi also healed my wounds which Druig was very thankful for.

“I’m tired of always sitchin ya up.”

That had been a few days ago and now we were seeking solace in Ajak’s old home. Phastos offered to stay until the Domo was fixed but the second it was, he was returning back to his family.

Sersi, Kingo, and Sprite all went back to their own lives while Thena, Makkari, Druig and I stayed.

But I knew that Druig had been wondering if I planned on staying with him or heading back to my life in New York.

There was a soft knock to the bathroom door, and I called out a soft ‘come in.’

Druig’s gave me a warm smile. “Are you alright? You’ve been in here quite a while.”

I had my arms wrapped around my knees and pulled close to my chest. My hair had begun to dry, that’s how long I had been in the bathtub.

“Yeah, just thinking.”

“Do you need me to get you anything?” Druig asked.

I simply extended my hand towards him, and he took it immediately, locking the door behind him.

“Are you sure?” He hesitated for a second.

I nodded. “I just need you close to me.”

As Druig undressed, I moved myself up towards the middle of the bathtub so he could sink in behind me. Large arms pulled me towards him, his warm chest pressing against my back. The tub wasn’t a large one so he had to raise his knees up while I had my legs stretched out, his fingers running up and down them.

Even more time had passed, the water now ice cold, but it didn’t bother us. As long as we were together, that’s the only thing that mattered.

“Anything you want to talk about?”

Druig’s lips pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.

“What’s going to happen now?” I asked, leaning my head against his shoulder and looking up towards him.

He let out a deep sigh. “Thena and Makkari want to look for the other Eternals to warn them about the Emergences.”

“What about you?” I asked.

He brought my left hand up to his lips, kissing the ring. “I’m following you wherever you go.”

I kissed underneath his chin. “I’m with you till the very end, remember?”

We shared a deep but quick kiss. “Looks like we’re traveling to space.”

I kissed him once again, this time taking my time and deepening it by wrapping my hand behind his neck, bringing him down closer. Our tongues brushed against each other and I moaned into his mouth when Druig’s fingers brushed over my sensitive folds.

“I need you, sweetheart. Please,” he begged against my lips.

His cock that was pressed up against my back throbbed with his pleads.

The water sloshed around us as I raised myself onto his lap, pulling him towards me with his large shoulders.

“I’m all yours, Druig.”

Once he gained permission, his arms wrapped around my waist and lifted us both out of the tub.

“What about the others?” I asked.

He shook his head. “They're down by the lake, we’ve got the place to ourselves for a while.”

Not wanting to waste any time, I attacked his lips once more and felt him carry me effortlessly to the room we had been sharing together. With a quick thought of the bedroom door, the lock echoed throughout the room.

My body fell onto the bed with a soft drop and that was the first time my eyes drank in Druig’s bare form as he stood in front of me.

The muscles in his stomach tensed while the tip of his cock twitched with anticipation while he looked at me hungrily.

This was the first time that we would lay together since before I left and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.

Druig crawled his way up my body by leaving kisses on almost every inch of skin. His warm breath fanned over my core and I raised my hips up towards his lips.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded with a gruff voice.

“Dru,” I whined.

It had been so long and my entire body felt on fire with want. The last thing I wanted was for him to take his time.

His fingers pinched down on my nipple and I moaned out in pleasure.

“I need your tongue, Druig. Please.”

Druig, not wanting to keep me waiting anymore, began licking up the length of my folds and I gripped at his hair. With a pointed tongue, he pressed into my sensitive nub, massaging it, while slipping one finger into me, pumping it so tenderly.

A breathy moan fell from my lips. “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”

Druig hummed into me and my head fell back with pleasure at the feeling. With his free hand, he grabbed at my nipple once again only this time rubbing it between his thumb and finger.

He remembered every inch of my body, all of the things I liked and needed to chase my orgasm.

Blood rushed to my core and I panted his name a few times. “M’ close.”

“Let go, love. I’ve got you,” his mouth left between my legs for a split second before devouring me again.

His words were what sent shockwaves throughout my body, rising from the bed before his hands were placed on my stomach to keep me in place. I tightened my legs around his head to ride out the rest of my release while he lapped up my juices.

Once the bright light dissipated, I only had a few seconds to catch my breath before Druig’s lips were on mine, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue.

I moaned while wrapping my legs around his waist, the tip of his cock pressing lightly against my pussy. His precum dripped down my lips and I clawed at his back, needing to feel him; all of him.

“Druig, please.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going to waste any time tonight,” he promised.

Our eyes locked and for a brief second, the lust had evaporated and we stared at each other with affection. My old life in New York may have been no more but none of that mattered because I was always home whenever I looked into Druig’s eyes.

He could have turned his back on me when I asked for his help back in the Amazon or even after our fight but he didn’t. He forgave me for leaving when I expected him to get angry and scream. But he didn’t.

“I love you,” I mused.

“I love you, too. Till the end.”

With that, Druig buried his cock into my walls and we both screamed out our groans of pleasure, the once familiar feeling wrecking our bodies. I squeezed against him, swallowing his length in warmth and our hips began to move in sync.

His fingers wrapped around my neck while his thumb forced my jaw up towards him.

“I love you.”

I internally smiled at the voice in my mind and pressed my lips to his in a passionate kiss in a way to say it back.

Druig would pull his cock out, only keeping the head in, before slamming his hips against mine, a loud moan echoing through the house. He continued this a few times, the bed began moving along the wood floors and the headboard slammed against the wall with every snap of his hips.

I went to slip a finger between us but he slapped my hand away, a growl of arousal slipped through his lips.

“Mine.”

The pad of his thumb pressed against my bundle of nerves and with the fast and relentless pace he had chosen now, I felt the coil deep in my stomach begin to tense, my second orgasm so close.

Druig knew it as well, my body ques becoming second nature to him.

“Not yet. Wait for me,” he demanded.

I whined in displeasure. “I can’t. I’m going to cum.”

Our bodies slammed against each other, skin slapping against skin, and the wet noises that came from the place we were connected were so filthy that I was ready to let my body go, walls tensing around Druig’s cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m going to cum too,” he moaned.

He lifted his forehead from my chest and forced our gazes to lock again, my arm wrapped around his shoulder to bring him closer, thumb rubbing circles on his bicep. His eyes took in every inch of my face, burning the way I gasped silently when I felt the tip of his cock hit that spot. Druig removed his bottom lip from the tight grip between his teeth as he let out a deep but quiet moan, spilling his release into me, coating my walls.

I screamed out his name with my own release and bit at the skin of his neck, trying to keep my voice quiet, in case someone had returned.

“Marry me again.”

My eyes snapped open at the voice inside my head when I came down from my high.

“What?”

Druig grasped my face and placed a tender kiss on my lips. “Marry me, again.”

“But I thought we were already,” my breath was still uneven and erratic.

We didn’t make a move to release ourselves from one another, Druig holding tightly onto the warmth I provided him.

“I know,” he nodded. “But with our time apart, it only feels right to do it again.”

I broke out into a huge smile and pressed my chest into his as I kissed him, a silent way of telling him I accepted his offer.

#Druig smut #druig x reader smut #druig x eternal!reader #druig x you #druig and you #druig x yn #druig and yn #druig x you smut #barry keoghan #barry keoghan smut #marvel eternals #druig reader insert #druig x reader #druig fluff #druig fanfiction #druig angst #druig smut

[themoonandvenuslovechild]

Flower Crowns

Summary: You and Makkari had been heartbroken when the team split and Druig left you behind, but the two of you found him and started a peaceful life in the Amazon with him. Every day was a dream, until your fellow Eternals showed up. 

TW// nothing other than the usual shitty writing 

A/N: reader has nature powers and shit, I genuinely wish i could draw bc now i have this image in my head of druig in a flower crown and makkari laying in his lap as i lean against his side jaiogjldkjgal

Inspired by: @lovegoods-things

Pairing: Drukkari x Reader

    It had been years since the Eternals had split up. When Druig had walked off with his army, leaving Makkari and you behind, the two of you had been heartbroken. Then, came the words you had wished Ajak wouldn’t say. 

  “You’re all free to go.” 

   It was like a hit to your heart, leaving you stunned as you stared at the team. Makkari and you were the last to leave, holding each other’s hand as you walked down the many stairs to meet the rough dirt that Druig had walked on to leave the two of you. 

   You pulled your hand from Makkari’s, turning to her with tears in your eyes. “What do we do?” 

   There was a determination in her eyes as she looked around the abandoned city, seemingly deciding the fate of where the two of you would go. “We find him.”

   And so, that’s what you did. Makkari left you to sit alone in the abandoned place as she searched for Druig. Fire still burnt along the distance, keeping you warm from the cool night air.

   Out of boredom, you put your hands to the dirt, beginning to slowly grow grass, flowers, tiny trees, anything you could think of. You made your own little garden while you waited, and by the time Makkari was back, you were laying in the grass gazing towards the sky. 

   She grabbed you, taking you with her, and when the speed of the trip ended you were met with Druig’s face which was stained with tear marks. “I’m sorry.” The words were soft and timid as they came from his mouth, his eyes turned down towards yours and Makkari’s feet, avoiding your gazes. 

   “Druig?” You couldn’t help the shake in your voice as you said the word, afraid of what his response may be. “Druig, can we stay with you? I don’t want to live here without you.” 

   His eyes immediately flicked up to yours and his entire demeanor softened as he grabbed your face and pressed his forehead against yours, before turning and doing the same with Makkari. “You can always stay. Please.” 

                                                          ~*~

  That was how you ended up in the beautiful commune with Druig and Makkari at your sides. The descendants of those citizens Druig had taken with him lived here. They farmed, they rebuilt what needed to be rebuilt, they sang and danced, they were thriving. There was no major conflict, only minor disagreements that they would solve themselves, only ever coming to Druig if it couldn’t be agreed upon. 

   It’s how you ended up sitting by the edge of the forest with a group of children from the commune who had grown bored, coming to you for entertainment. You had smiled wide as you pulled yourself from Druig and Makkari’s grips to entertain the children, the two would always be there when you got back. 

   “And then, the beautiful warrior Thena slayed the beast!” You exclaimed as the children gasped. 

   “I love your stories,” one of them says, all of the others agreeing quickly after. 

   “I’m glad. I enjoy telling them. Now, who wants a flower crown before I send you back to your parents?” 

   Many of the young children jumped at the opportunity to have a flower crown gifted to them from the goddess they believed ruled over their plant life. So, you made each child that had asked a flower crown, and let the group of excited kids back towards the center of the commune to help them search for their parents. 

   That is when you heard a familiar voice speaking Spanish. You turned your head just barely, seeing Sprite speaking to one of the men, asking about where Druig was. The man seemed confused, and being protective of his leader, he asked who Sprite is. She said something about friends from college before the man’s eyes turned gold, Druig’s voice filling your ears, “Hello, Sprite.” 

   The doors opened to reveal him in his robe as he walked out, his hands folded in front of him. Your other partner zipped past him before stopping at you and smiling. 

   “Family reunion! I’ve missed them.” Happiness sparkled in her eyes as your flicked towards the group, soft suspicion bubbling to the surface.  

   “It’s been five-thousand years. I don’t think this is just a family reunion, sunflower, I think something bad is going to happen and they need us to help stop it.” 

   “Maybe...” She’s silent for a second before she quirks an eyebrow up and looks at you. “You called me sunflower again! It’s officially a nickname!” 

   Despite the solemn looks from the team that has arrived at the peaceful commune and risen tensions, Druig smirks and yells towards you, as he had been watching the conversation. “She’s right, darling! That’s the fifth time just today.” 

   You groan, letting your head flop to Makkari’s shoulder at the teasing from the two about the nicknames you had given the both of them. While no one was looking, you made a blue flower crown and handed it to Makkari, her eyes lit up as she knew what to do. 

   Using her speed, she sped over to Druig and dropped the flower crown atop his dark hair, zipping back over to you as soon as the job was done. Druig’s hand patted the top of his head, feeling the flower crown and squinting towards the two of you.     “Jokes on you, m’ladies, I enjoy the flower crowns.” 

   It’s Ikarus who interrupts the fun the three of you had been having, stepping forward and speaking in the most serious tone. 

   “Ajak is dead.” 

#druig x reader #makkari #makkari x reader #druig #druig x you #makkari x you #druig x eternal!reader #makkari x eternal!reader #fluff #angst #druig angst #druig fluff #makkari angst #makkari fluff #eternals #mcu #marvel

[mcuwitxh]

Drukkari Headcanon: Makkari wears Druig’s leather jacket

I wrote this in twenty minutes and only went over it once. This is a product of insomnia, an unhealthy obsession with Druig and Makkari, and 3am mania. Enjoy anyway :3

Word count: 638

Druig pads across the Domo, the soft sound of his bare feet against the wooden floors echoing off the walls. first he searches the common room, in every closet, under every blanket and over every seat. he asks around, but no dice. everybody swears up and down they haven’t seen it. Phastos claimed he’s been working on inventions all day, Thena vouches for him, and Kingo declared he had “better things to do than take your ridiculous leather jacket.”

he turns a corner and sees Sersi walking in his direction. “Sersi!” he calls as they meet each other halfway down the hall. “hello Druig.” she greets. “can i help you with anything?”

“have you seen my jacket?” he asks before she finishes her question.

a puzzling look appears on her face. “which jacket is this now?”

Druig grumbles under his breath. “my leather one? the one i always wear??” Sersi’s brows furrow and she shakes her head from side to side. “i’m sorry, Druig. i haven’t seen it.”

Druig groans again, louder and more aggressive this time. “i swear i’m gonna kill whoever took that damn thing!” he yells to no one as he hurries back down the hall, en route to his bedroom. he’s already torn that room apart twice looking for it, and nothing. but something tells him to look again.

when he gets to his room, he notices his door is ajar. he always closes and locks the door before leaving his room. his brows furrow and a frown appears on his face. he pushes the door open to reveal Makkari lying on his bed, her legs stretched out in front of her. there is a book in her hands as usual. around her shoulders is draped his leather jacket.

his face immediately softens. his brows drop and his heavy eyes glow at the sight of her. his angry frown is replaced by a tender smile, the ones he saves exclusively for her.

“ah, there you are.” he steps into his room, closing the door behind him. Makkari lifts her eyes to watch him walk into the room. she feels her heartbeat fasten and she hopes he doesn’t mention the obvious and intense blush on her cheeks.

“it’s about time you found me.” she signs. one of her signature mischievous grins appearing on her face

Druig walks until he is stood in front of his bed, hovering over her. she closes her book and places it neatly on her lap before meeting his gaze. those sharp brown eyes melt his heart every time.

“i was talking about my jacket.” Druig’s voice is teasing as he signs along. Makkari shoves his arm playfully, her grin widening. Druig catches the twinkle in her eyes as she teases him.

“you mean my jacket.” Druig’s eyes widen, a questioning look plastered on his face. “it’s mine now.”

“oh, really?” he smirks, and Makkari nods proudly. the playful grin on her face is priceless. the love he felt towards her, the connection they had built in their minds, that unspoken bond, their ability to communicate without language- her very presence alone- is enough to melt him. he was putty in her hands.

he bends down to her level and connects their lips. he will never get tired of those kisses. he never takes these moments for granted, cherishing each time he gets to feel her soft lips on his skin. he ever so gently cups her face in his right hand, using his other free one to intertwine their fingers. he squeezes her hand in their connected fingers, reassuring her he is real and he is ok and they are ok. he could stare at her forever. she was perfection.

“it’s yours.” he plants a kiss on her cheek, running his thumb over the kiss mark. “and so am i.”

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[magnoliabloomfield]

Garden of Heathen 28- Visitor

Gertie was not expecting the scene in the living room when she came downstairs that morning. Gally sat there, mouth open as his head rested on the back of the couch, a lumpy blanket laying beside him. Gertie approached the end of the couch opposite Gally and gently pulled the blanket back only to find a pair of feet. She bit back an idiotic grin, knowing now that Aussie had her head in his lap. She shuffled to Gally's end of the couch and daintily stuck her finger in his nose. He snorted awake, his hand instinctively grabbing at Aussie's shoulder. Gertie grinned directly into his tired and confused face

"Good morning Prince Charming. What do you have there?" She asked cheekily.

He glared up of her for a second before rubbing his groggy face with his free hand.

"Did you two have another one of your adorable heart to hearts and cuddle session after she told you about Rani?" Gertie pressed, pursing her lips together as she tried to make her eyes as doe-like as she could.

Gally's head snapped up as his piercing gaze caught her off guard.

"What about Rani? "He asked deadly serious.

Gertie's expression dropped.

"You mean, she didn't tell you?"

"No, Gertie, I think we established that," he said, his patience wearing dangerously thin. "But I'd really like to know, so why don't you tell me."

"Oh," Gertie cringed, kicking herself for not being able to resist teasing him and getting herself into hot water. "Well, gosh, I don't know if it's my place to say."

The look of murder in Gally's eyes prompted her to say it any way. She sat down with an exaggerated sigh.

"OK, so Rani woke up and wanted to talk to Aussie because it turns out she remembered her," Gertie began.

"Remembered her?" Gally repeated with furrowed brows.

"Yeah, from before the maze."

"How is that possible?" He asked in surprise.

"I don't have a single clue," Gertie admitted. "But she said that Aussie did evaluations or-what are they called? Aptitude tests! She'd figure out what everyone was best at before they were sent to some school or something."

"A school? Wait, who did Aussie do these tests on -supposedly?"

"All the girls here and- get this, boys too," she informed him.

He sighed and threw his head back.

"I'm so confused," he said tiredly. "Do you believe any of it?"

"I'm not sure. Rani has been sick and I don't know exactly what that thing did to her. Honestly, she might have dreamed or hallucinated the whole thing. But I think Aussie believes her. She got kind of scared, she asked Rani if she had any thing to do with sending us here to the maze. Rani didn't think so. She said something weird though, she didn't think Aussie was supposed to be here."

Out of every thing Gertie just said, that last bit made the most sense. He didn't think she was meant to be here either, what with her being so different from most of the girls. Like Gertie mentioned the night that Thena punched her, Aussie wasn't the tough and intelligent variety that predominantly populated the Garden, but more emotional and creative. There had to be some kind of reason or explanation for this.

"Why didn't she mention any of this to me last night?" He said quietly as he squeezed Aussie's shoulder lightly, her head still resting on his leg as she slept on.

"What were you guys up to then?" Gertie asked suspiciously, squinting at him.

"I found her out side, collapsed from period cramps," He explained succinctly.

Gertie eyed him for a moment more then shrugged.

"She probably wasn't thinking of much else, she doesn't think at all when the cramps hit her like that," Gertie tried to reassure him. "Or maybe she's trying not to let it get to her."

For the next few days Aussie didn't bring it up at all, though it was pretty much all she could think about. She stayed in the house until her period was pretty much over and hung out with Rani alot, talking about what she remembered. Rani finally got the ok from Gertie to end her bedrest and started to build up her strength again by helping Aussie with the chores. She eyed the maze doors nervously, obviously traumatized by what happened to her in there. She never told Aussie the details of the creature or the attack, and Aussie was too worried about Rani's mental health to ask for those details. The only thing that did come from it all was the name: Grievers.

Gally kept his training up everyday, always asking Joan to make it harder for him and her always begging him to take it easier so he wouldn't hurt himself and be put out of commission.  He always made sure to pop in the house to check on Aussie in the evenings when the other girls had gone to sleep. Once she stopped crashing in the house, he vacated her little home for her, setting the tent up near it and staying in that instead.

She was in his dreams every night, new memories becoming clearer each time. He didn't trust these memories to be true yet, he just wasn't really sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him no matter how much his gut told him to believe. He wouldn't mention it to anyone until he could make more sense of it all.

That particular night as he lay in the tent and fell into a deep sleep, he dreamed an old dream. He was carrying Aussie through the maze again. He still felt her fingers tracing on his back and her breath on his neck as they walked down a long, straight corridor of the maze, a figure on the horizon waving to him again. Suddenly, Aussie pulled back, her face filling his vision as her hands cradled his cheeks.

"You remembered her," she whispered  with a smile before turning to look over her shoulder.

The figure on the horizon was no longer just a figure, but clearly Gertie. Somehow it was clear to him now that Aussie had been right all along, Gertie was his sister. It just felt true.

"So, the note," Gally spoke in his dream for the first time. "It was 'Because You Love Her', but it was about my sister?"

Aussie turned and looked at him, her soft gaze roaming his features for a moment.

"I don't know, was it?" She asked softly as she leaned closer and brushed her nose against his.

He tilted his face up, fully intending to finally get the kiss that had so far eluded him, even if he had to settle for it in a dream. Sad to say, he was not going to get that kiss either. In fact, he was slowly waking up to a horrifying reality. The dream had felt so real, the pressure on his hips from carrying Aussie and the breath on his face was so convincing because it was real. He realized that as he came to, his hand reaching up and landing on a warm, smooth thigh beside his waist as hands moved up his chest. But something was wrong, something didn't feel right to him. It felt like a cold hand had reached into his chest and grabbed his heart with a vice-like grip.

"Aussie?" He asked, half dreading the answer, but it didn't come.

Finally he concluded that the thigh he still had his hand on was far too thick and muscular to be Aussie's. He sprung into action immediately, throwing the girl off of him and scrambling in the opposite direction, out of the tent. Once he was clear of it he turned to face the tent again, breathing heavily, waiting to see who had just tried to molest him.

Aussie had been up to go to the bathroom when some motion caught her eye. It looked like Gally had just gone into his tent, probably returning from his own trip to the bathroom or to get a drink of water. Either way she thought nothing of it as she walked by. But then she swore she heard Gally call her name. She stopped and turned back only to see Gally burst from his tent like he'd just discovered a snake in it. And in a way he had, because, a moment later, Hedy hesitantly stepped out of the tent.

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[holylulusworld]

Awaking powers

Request: Dean x Reader have a daughter (4) with power like Sam in the first season and angels try to kill her and one day capture all of them and Reader try to hold the baby because she’s crying to let go her daddy (Dean) and her power start working and an angel kill her and reader and dean go insane and kill everyone and run to them hugging their body and crying?(Sam and Cas comes and save the situation with Crowley and Rowena help) Happy ending, bed time story for daughter, smut bath and angst, fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Castiel, Sam, Crowley, Rowena, OMC Mary Charlene

Warnings: angst, language, characters death, violence, death, powers, blood, smut, unprotected sex, light smut, fluff, comforting

“She’s not a monster Castiel! My baby can change the world with her powers. She would never use them to hurt anyone!” You say gently stroking your daughters back.

“Y/N, she got infected with demon blood by Lucifer. He tries to change her as the yellow-eyed demon did with Sam all those years ago.” Castiel explains.

“I don’t care. I won’t let any angel ‘inspect’ her. I’m here to make sure she will never hurt anyone. Mary is 4 years old. How could she be a threat? My baby girl is innocent.”

“Y/N, she has special powers.”

“Cas she never used it again. This only happened once. While I was in danger. She smashed the demon into a wall with telekinesis as he attacked me. Mary tried to protect her mom.”

“Still she’s stronger at her age than Sam was as a grown man.” The blue-eyes angel says worriedly.

“You know how this will end! They will try to hurt my daughter! If they decide she’s dangerous they will not hesitate to kill her!” You say louder now.

“The angels are worried, Y/N. Let’s show them that Mary is not a threat.” Castiel tries again.

“No way, Cas. I don’t trust any of those winged assholes, except you. Do you remember what Anna tried to do? And all the other angels trying to kill Sam? I will never trust those guys, period.”

----

“Is everything alright?” Dean asks holding his daughter in his arms.

“No, Castiel told me the angels want to check Mary’s powers. I don’t trust those feathered bastards. They will hurt my baby. I won’t allow them to get close to her.”

“Shit. They got to know what she did last month?”

“She killed a demon. Mary protected her mommy. She never did anything like that before or after the demon attacked me. Our daughter ain’t a threat.”

“I know. Castiel will try to convince the angels that Mary is not dangerous. Let’s have a rest and then we can talk about this tomorrow.” Dean says.

When you try to leave the library someone not familiar stands right in front of you. Grabbing your arm harshly the angel holds you in place. Before you can react you and Dean along with your daughter are suddenly in an abandoned hospital.

“Let go of me.” You yell while an angel tries to take your daughter out of Dean’s arms.

Not letting go of his daughter Dean hits the angel. Stabbing his shoulder with an angel blade the angel takes Mary away from her father. Bleeding Dean falls to the ground and your daughter starts crying.

When Dean tries to get up another angel gets hold of him. Taking the blade out of his shoulder he smirks at the crying girl. Due to the loss of blood Dean loses consciousness and Mary starts trembling.

“Give her to me! You are scaring! You hurt her father right in front of Mary! She’s four years old you bastard!”

“She has to go. The girl is too dangerous!” The angel holding your daughter says without any emotion.

“No, let go of her!” You scream panicked.

Seeing her daddy bleeding and the angel holding him Mary can’t stop crying. Holding out her tiny hands she tries to get to her father.

Trying to break out of the angel's grip you wiggle and yell. Your eyes meet your daughters’ green ones and you know what’s about to happen.

Desperately crying the little girl smashed the angel holding Dean against the wall. When the angel blade falls to the ground Mary uses her power again. Killing the angel, she cries even more.

Ramming your elbow into the angel's stomach you break free but it’s too late the angel holding your daughter already stabbed her heart and let her fall to the ground. Screaming in pain you run to her side. Taking the blade out of her body you touch her tiny hand with yours.

The rage is blinding your senses. Attacking the angel, you don’t see the blade in his hand. You feel pain for a moment before everything goes black.

Hearing a scream Dean wakes out of his unconsciousness. Seeing his wife and daughter lying dead on the ground he loses his mind. Taking the angel blade lying on the floor he kills the angel standing next to him. Stabbing him over and over again until he’s a bloody mess Dean screams.

Turning around with blood-soaked clothes he rams the blade into the other angel’s head. Ripping it out he stabs him again and again until his hands can’t hold the blade any longer.

Falling to his knees he buries his face into your chest. Holding his daughters’ hand, he can’t stop screaming.

Holding tight onto your lifeless body he despairs…

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“Dean? Oh my god, what happened?” Sam says panicked when he sees your bloody body lying on the ground.

Not answering Dean holds his daughter in his arms. Starting to cry even more he looks down at your dead body.

“Angels…” Castiel whispers.

“Well, Moose I guess we came to late. They even killed a little child. Those angels really got no style or moral. Even I would never kill a child.” Crowley grunts.

“Fergus,” Rowena warns.

“I guess it’s our job to fix what those feathered losers broke. Mother, will you lend me a hand. We will need the help of our trench-coat wearing buddy too.” Crowley orders.

“Why?”

“I can bring them back, their souls with mothers help but healing their bodies is your job, my angelic companion.”

----

Using their combined powers Crowley and Rowena are able to bring your soul back. Screaming you regain consciousness. The pain is overwhelming.

Carefully tabbing your forehead Castiel heals your wound. Turning to face your daughter you see the green eyes filled with tears, but she’s alive. Holding out her hands she screams for her mommy.

“I fixed the little problem too. Her powers are gone or rather. I sealed them away. An angel could’ve done the same, well they preferred killing her, I guess.” Crowley says.

With shaking hands Dean touches your arm. His eyes are filled with tears when you let him hold your daughter.

“We should leave this place. It’s not safe. I will tell every angel her powers are gone and what happened today. I will kill everyone trying to get close to her again.” Castiel says angrily.

“Well, we should leave too. Are you coming, mother?”

“Sure, Fergus. I will prepare a spell to protect the little girl.”

----

“I thought I lost both of you.” Dean sobs while you read your daughter her favorite book. Resting your back at against Dean’s chest you hold your daughter in your arms.

“Dadda!” The little girl squeals when you read the last line.

“Yeah, Daddy is here, Mary,” Dean whispers gently stroking the little girls head.

“We should let her sleep now, Dean. Let’s bring Mary to her room.”

“Okay.”

----

“How about a hot bath?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I need to wash the day off my body.” Looking at you with sad eyes Dean tries to find the words to tell you how he felt when you died.

“It’s okay. This wasn’t your fault, Dean. You always protected us. Don’t blame yourself.”

“I couldn’t protect you and our daughter. They killed you and her. I lost you, both.”

Moving your arms around Dean you press your body to his. With trembling fingers, he slowly strokes your back.

Moaning you enjoy the gentle touch. Feeling him hardening you giggle.

“Let’s have the bath first.” You whisper.

“Okay.”

----

Straddling his lap in the bathtub you kiss him softly. When his hands cup your asscheeks to squeeze them another giggle leaves your lips.

“I thought I lost you forever. I can’t live without you, Y/N.”

“I’m here now, Dean. You can touch me, I’m here.”

Your hand slides down to his half hard cock. Slowly stroking him a few times you moan when Dean rubs your clit.

“Always so wet for me.”

“Hmm…only for you.”

Moving your hands to Dean’s shoulders you raise your hips to let him line himself up with your entrance. Slowly sinking down his length you arch your back. Adjusting to his size your cups his face to kiss him fiercely.

Bucking his hips, he groans against your lips. Knowing he needs to release the pressure he feels after the latest events you start rocking your hips.

Rough hands grip your hips roughly while you ride him harder. Steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders you can feel him tense.

Rocking forwards and backward on top of him you rub your clitoris of his stomach. Starting to thrust upward into you Dean looks at you when you start screaming his name. Feeling your toes curl you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Dean…god…I.”

Pulsing around his huge cock you lock eyes with him while he pumps harder into you. A few hard thrusts later he moans your name and you crush your lips onto his.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you.”

“Shh…I’m here. Mary is here. We are safe with you. I love you.”

“Can we get Mary and sleep in our room all three of us?” Dean asks.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

----

Carefully stroking your daughters head you smile at Dean. Holding his little girl's hand he can’t hold back the tears.

“Dadda! Mommy! Love you!” Mary babbles and you sob.

“Daddy and I love you too.”

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[aceprosecuties]

Evil!Metis AU anon (Junithena prompt): After the arrest of Simon, Juniper (emotionally) comforts the heartbroken Athena after the trial (because Juni noticed how sad Athena is after the trial. Athena then breaks down in Juni's arms). Then they, Robin, and Hugh goes back to searching for the time capsule that was buried near the Space Center and finds it. Some of the things in the TC is some pictures Athena put in there including a pic of a happy Young!Simon with Young!Athena before Metis' death.

You just keep wanting to break me anon, sob. 

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It was a messy, ugly trial. A messy trial where ugly truths came to light, and Simon Blackquillended up in handcuffs, led away by several police officers while he refused tomake eye contact with anyone in the room. Juniper had watched from the gallery, and ran through the courthousetrying to find wherever Athena had disappeared to in the chaos that followed afterthe judge banged his gavel and adjourned.

She eventually was able to find Apollo and Phoenix, but Athena wasnot with them.  When she asked them, theysaid they didn’t know; they lost her in the crowd and although they triedcalling her, she hadn’t picked up her phone. Hearing that made Juniper cough a few times, and she quickly drew abreath from her sunflower before continuing on.

Finally, she decided that she had combed through the courthouseenough; Athena must have gone outside. She barged through the doors with as much strength as she could musterin her anxiety-filled state, but let out a large sigh of relief when shefinally spotted her friend sitting on a ledge by herself.  Athena had gotten a hold of one of thedaisies that had been growing in the garden, and was picking at the petals solemnly.  Her normally vibrant eyes were distant,staring off into nothing in particular.

(cut for length!)

“…Thena?”  Juniperapproached her friend slowly, cautiously, not wanting to startle her.  She suppressed the coughing fit that shecould feel coming; as stressed as she was right now, she knew it was nothing incomparison to what Athena was feeling right now.  

“Oh!”  Athena jumped a bit,startled despite Juniper’s soft-spoken voice, and smiled.  “Junie, hey.” Juniper wanted to return the smile, but she couldn’t, not with thatfar-off look in Athena’s eyes; Athena might have been smiling, but herexpression was anything but happy.  Junipersat down, straightening out her skirt as she did so, and felt Athena’s legagainst hers.

Athena turned her face away so she was looking out at the horizon.  “Some lawyer I am, right?”  Juniper tilted her head in confusion, whichAthena only acknowledge by continuing her thought.  “I couldn’t even see the truth until it wasright in front of me, and then I put away one of my best friends who was onlytrying to protect me.  I wasn’t…able tohelp him.  How…how could I try and helpanyone else when I couldn’t even help Simon? When I couldn’t see the truth about what he did?  And about who my mother really was?”  

Tears started rolling down her cheeks slowly, and she turned againto face Juniper.  Even though she didn’twant to break down, seeing her friend’s face full of sympathy and concernbrought her into an almost violent sobbing fit. Athena’s hands covered her face and her shoulders shook, and she allowedJuniper to put an arm around her and pull her into a protective hug.  Her fingers grasped the cloth of Juniper’sshirt, holding onto it as if she would die if she let go.  Juniper allowed this, and stroked Athena’shair; she almost cried along with her friend, but refused to let any tearsforming in her eyes to fall.  

They stayed like that for a bit, until Athena eventually began tocalm down if only because of exhaustion.

“Thena,” Juniper whispered, wanting to get Athena’sattention.  The girl in her arms pulledaway and sat up, wiping at her eyes and nose. She wouldn’t meet Juniper’s gaze, so Juniper gently brought theirforeheads together, again suppressing the instinct to cough or stutter.  “You found the truth eventually, and you didn’trun away from it.  You’re an amazinglawyer, and the bravest person I know.” She gulped, hoping that her words were at least somewhatcomforting.  “I…I hope you’ll see thatsomeday too.”  

Athena’s first instinct was to deny Juniper’s words, but somethingabout the way she had said them, and the way their faces were so close…it madeher feel warm.  The tears had resumed,but she wasn’t messily sobbing again. She couldn’t find the words to thank her friend, and so just grabbedonto Juniper’s hand and squeezed, hoping that she would, in time, believe what she had told her.

-----

Juniper had been surprised when Athena asked her to call Robin andHugh and tell them to meet them at the Space Station.  It was late in the day, so Juniper wonderedwhat Athena wanted to do, but she complied. By the time they arrived, their friends were already waiting.  Each of them greeted the pair with hugs andwords of sympathy, particularly towards Athena. Although she had stopped crying for the time being, her face was red andpuffy, and her smile was still lacking that usual happiness that it normallyexuded.

“I wanted to find the time capsule we buried when I was a kid,”Athena informed them, while leading them to a nearby spot away from theentrance.  “I figure…there probably is nobetter time to open it.”  And she wantedto share it with her friends.

She found the spot that marked where the capsule had been buried,and they all began to dig with their hands; Athena hadn’t wanted to return toget shovels, but no one complained as the dirt caked under their fingernailsand got into their clothes.  They duguntil they finally were able to brush dirt off of the opening of the capsule,and together pulled it out of the hole after they were able to wrestle itloose.

“Mom, Aura, Simon and I all said that we would open this togetherbut…”  Athena trailed off, holding thecapsule in her lap and stroking the lid with her hand.  She wasn’t sure if she had the strength toopen it…until Juniper put her hand on her shoulder and smiled warmly.  

“Right.”  Even with herhands shaking, she took the lid off, and the four of them peered inside.  There were plenty of things – some memos andsome pieces from old robots, but Athena was drawn immediately to one thing.

A picture.  A picture of herwith Simon.

She must have been nine or ten in this photo, and she was on topof Simon’s shoulders with her hands around his neck.  Despite that she was holding on too tightly,he didn’t seem to mind; he was smiling widely, as if he had been laughing.  She too, had a similar expression.  In the background, Aura appeared to beyelling at one of the robots, holding a wrench in her hand.  Her mother took this picture, Athenaremembered.

It had been a happy day.

Athena recalled the events and started laughing; she rememberedhow Simon’s voice squeaked a little when she hung onto his neck, and how shewas a bit scared at first due to his height. But he reassured her that he would never let her fall, and that he wouldalways protect her, no matter what.

And after that, she had felt safe.

Although her laughter transformed into crying, she still feltwarm, as Juniper, Robin, and Hugh all hugged her, making her feel safe onceagain.  

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[softquietsteadylove]

Hii, how are you?, i have a little idea for the Mermaid Au:

Thena gets sick for the first time, she is feeling really bad and scared but thankfully her boyfriend Gil is there to take her of her.

Thank you so much for all of your writings they are sooo amazing and perfect, i love them. 😃🖤

"Angelfish?"

Thena's groan echoed in the tub as she turned over.

Gil sighed, setting down the tray and leaning on the edge of the tub. He looked at her tail, sitting limply out of the water. "Still not feeling great?"

Thena whimpered, her face still contorted as she rolled over in the shallow warm water to look at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were ghostly pale. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Thena," Gil whispered, reaching into the tub to help pull her out. He had even added sea salt to the bath in hopes it would soothe something in her.

At least she wasn't throwing up anymore.

They still weren't sure what she had eaten, or if it was simply a stomach bug going around (humans). But she had never experienced vomiting before, and the sensation had both hurt and scared her half to death.

Once she had completely emptied her stomach, the sickness of it still hadn't left. Gil had immediately called in sick to work. Thena had almost told him not to, but the painful cramping in her stomach made her grateful for his usually comical worrying.

"Come here, Cuddlefish," he soothed, holding her in his arms as he kissed her clammy forehead.

Thena buried her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him in hopes of soothing her nausea. "Why?"

"I don't know, baby," he cooed, pushing her dry hair away from her temple. "But I'm right here. I promise I won't go anywhere until you feel better."

She sniffled. After all her work to become better at wearing her legs and be more independent from Gil, she was back to lying in his bathtub with limp fins. "I'm sorry."

"Hey," he nudged her to look at him. He kissed the tip of her nose, "you have nothing to apologise for."

She disagreed with that, but she didn't argue. Her head felt foggy (and not in a fun way). Her whole body ached and she was both way too hot and way too cold. She lifted her tail somewhat but it felt inordinately heavy. "Cold."

"Okay," Gil rubbed her back. He knew what she meant every time she uttered just a single word. He moved carefully, letting her lean against the edge of the tub. "I'll bring you some warm clothes, you use a towel to get the salt off you. And have some of that!"

Thena smiled as he rushed off for her comfort. He really had been perfect through all of this. She pulled a towel over her, wiping off the salt in the water that crystallised on her body instead of being absorbed into her skin. At least her legs were a little lighter than her tail, at the moment.

She licked her lips; the drink Gil had brought her was sweet, and it tasted like ginger. He used a lot of ginger in his cooking, although it was usually more subtle. The first time she had seen it, it looked a little like an anemone, or a sea sponge. She had taken a big ol' bite out of it at her own risk.

"Here," Gil smiled as he came back with one of her favourite sweaters of his and some soft pants she had seen him wear. He kneeled down close to her feet, "shirt first."

She pulled it over her head, letting the towel fall into her lap as she did.

"Now these," he held up the pants. She knew how they were worn, but she still wasn't very good at putting them on. "One leg at a time, just lean on me."

She smiled as he turned, letting her brace herself on his strong, warm shoulder as she pulled them up her legs.

"Got 'em on?"

"Hm," she confirmed, giving his arm a squeeze. He turned slowly, careful not to knock her off balance. "Here."

She let him wrap his belt around her hips. Any pants of his had no chance of fitting her, after all. "Soft."

He smiled at her, kissing her forehead between her brows. "They are, huh? Ready?"

She nodded, melting into him as he picked her up. He had carried her around the house ceaselessly since she became ill. It was rather like when they first met. The nostalgia was comforting, through the dizziness.

"I made you something," Gil said gently as he walked downstairs with her in his arms. She buried her face in his neck and hissed. "I know, Angelfish, but you have to try and eat something."

She whined again. She didn't want to experience that expulsion of food anymore. She would rather dry up completely on a hot rock.

"I know," he whispered, trying his best to assuage her fears. "Just a little bit, Thena, please? I'm worried about you not eating."

She pouted as he laid her down on the couch. She knew he was just as scared about her condition as she was. He had called Sersi in a panic, regardless of the unspeakable hour it was when she had first expelled her meal. "Fine."

"I promise, it'll be gentle," he pressed his palm to her forehead before running it over her hair on his way out.

Thena sighed, snuggling back into the blankets he had laid out for her. She had never tried and failed so terribly to retain warmth in her more human body.

"Here we go, Angelfish," he said gently as he walked in with a clay pot he often cooked food in. It wasn't sizzling and bubbling though, steaming gently as he set it down. "This is just rice with a little seafood broth. I even put some anchovies on it."

Thena smiled at the little bowl, her favourite snack sprinkled over the top enticingly. She blinked, swiping at her cheeks with a frown.

"Hey, it's okay," Gil rushed from kneeling in front of her to beside her, swiping away her tears more gently. "It's okay, Thena. I'm right here, sweetheart."

Thena leaned against him, soaking up how warm he was. She pressed her face into his sleeve again.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he rubbed her other shoulder, kissing her hair again as she trembled faintly beside him. "I know this must feel awful."

She pulled away, looking at him with blurry vision. "Will you get sick if you kiss me?"

His brows rose, and she would be embarrassed if she had the energy to spare. He blushed faintly, "uh, n-no, I don't think so."

She pouted.

He smiled, tilting his head at her, "do you...do you want a kiss?"

She nodded, her eyes tearing up again.

Gil just smiled, leaning forward and kissing her so, so gently. She could cry with relief, but she was too focused on kissing him. He pulled back, just barely, his breath hitting her lips as he asked, "better?"

She nodded, feeling a familiar fluttering in her belly that was much more pleasant than what she had been feeling the past few days. She looked down at her food again, "much."

"Good," he sounded quite pleased, watching as she took a tentative bite.

"Hm," she blinked, trying another spoonful. She really was hungry, and it tasted nice. It wasn't as boldly flavourful as some of his cooking, but it was still delicious, and it was nice and gentle on her tongue.

"I think this might help soak up what's hurting your stomach and your throat," he explained gently, gesturing to the broth-softened grains of rice. "There's lots of ginger in it, too, which should relax the muscles that are hurting you."

Thena just nodded, taking another bite. It was good, and she could practically feel her unruly stomach calming. She looked at him, "can I have more anchovies?"

Gil kissed her cheek, "you can have anything you want, Angelfish."

She watched him stand from the couch for more and immediately felt his absence. She shimmied a little closer to his spot, which was much warmer than hers. Once he was sitting beside her again, she would have everything she needed.

#tw vomiting #Thenamesh Mermaid AU #I really love this au #I'm always so pleased when people ask for more of it #poor Thena with a stomach bug #Gil calling Sersi at 3 in the morning #hysterical because his mermaid girlfriend is hurling her guts up #Sersi drags herself out of bed for some references before determining #this is a human illness Gil #She might have a few symptoms sea life would have #but it's a stomach bug #give her ginger ale and rice porridge #maybe no medication though #And Gil sat there rubbing her back the whole time #He lets her gargle with salt water #and then she drinks it because her body needs the sodium #he's a little worried about that but he supposes it can't exactly dehydrate her #he lets her curl up in the bath and reads to her sitting on the toilet #y'know...boyfriend stuff

[softquietsteadylove]

I know you've already written several of these, but I wanted to ask if you could write a nightmare scene. A scene in which Thena has a violent nightmare and lashes out wildly in her sleep. Gilgamesh tries to calm her down or wake her up without hurting himself or her.

Gil's eyes split open in the dark of his room. His fire was down to small embers, but it wasn't the chill that had woken him. It was faint, but it was a vibration that alerted him to something happening in the room next to his.

He looked up, waiting for another sign of anything. It took a few minutes, but he heard another thump of something. He pushed his covers back and prepared to make the chilly walk to the room next door.

Thena had always had nightmares, and the cold really wasn't helping.

Gil padded to her door, knocking gently before entering. He waited, but the fact that he hadn't woken her was a sign that she was quite deep in sleep, and whatever visions were plaguing her. "Thena?"

The room was a disaster. Blankets and sheets and furs slashed to pieces as if a battle had taken place. It would be easy to assume that an assailant had tried to sneak into the Warrior Eternal's chambers. But it was just her, tangled in what remained of her bedding.

"Oh, Thena," Gil sighed as he closed her door behind her. She was both sweating and trembling, which didn't surprise him, considering how cold she was here all the time.

The battle today had been long, and draining in a plethora of ways. Thena had just barely dragged herself back to the palace, leaning on him all through dinner.

"No," she panted, seeming feverish as her body spasmed in the bed, "please!"

"Thena, I'm here," Gil whispered, approaching the bed carefully. He jumped back just in time to avoid one of her blades.

She was made for war, and sleep wasn't strong enough to keep her from it.

"Please don't!" she whimpered, hands held aloft, sometimes still and sometimes twitching and clawing. Then they were fabricating a blade and lashing out. "No!"

"Thena," he raised his voice faintly, hoping to wake her gently. He didn't want to get hurt, but more importantly, he didn't want her to hurt herself in the process. He inhaled, pulling some energy into his palms, "wake up."

"Gil," she whispered, and sounded distressed when she did. "Gil, please help."

"I'm right here, Solnyshkuh," he attempted to soothe her. He didn't know what was happening in her mind, but he must have been taken from her by force. It was the only way he was ever parting with her.

"Gil," she mumbled out miserably, hands back to clawing at the air.

He swept forward, pressing his palms to hers. His energy met hers, the two fizzling and sparking against each other. He wove their fingers together, letting out a breath as her Cosmic Energy and its deadliness receded. Her hands softened, her fingers sliding against his to cling to him.

She stilled.

"Thena?" he whispered, still holding her hands together with his. He leaned down, nudging her head with his, "hey."

"Hm," she blinked as her eyes finally cracked open. They were hazy and unfocused--nothing like the Warrior Eternal. "Gil?"

"Hey," he cooed, pressing his lips to her forehead as he helped her sit up using his hands for leverage. He moved with her, only leaning as far away as strictly necessary. His head hovered close to hers, "you okay?"

"Wh-" Thena looked away from him around the rest of the room. Her fire was still reasonably stoked, and now with a few scraps of material in it. She looked around at the damage she had done. "Did I...?"

"Nightmare," he whispered, running his thumb along the bony ridge of her hand. "You remember?"

She shook her head.

"Okay." It didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was awake now, and he could comfort her properly. He pulled her closer until she could settle in his lap, like she would when they went to the bath house together. "Never mind that."

Thena inhaled with her face pressed against his neck, nuzzling in to bury her nose in the collar of his sleeping robes.

She was shaking. Gil tightened his hold on her, pressing his much warmer cheek to hers, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Thena said nothing, burrowing against him for comfort against an unknown, unseen enemy. Her fist closed around a handful of his robes, holding onto him with desperation.

"Come on," Gil said equally soft and decisive in tone, standing and hefting her - not that there was much to heft - into his arms.

"Where?" she sighed, although it couldn't be said that she protested at all as her arms looped around his neck.

"My bed," he clarified, as if it needed saying. He walked back to his room, leaving them to decide what to do about her bed chambers later. "It's nice and warm."

"And in one piece?"

"I was gonna say comfy," he chuckled, and felt her smile against his cheek as a reward. He leaned his head against her, "you need to rest."

Thena let him close his door and set her on the bed. She immediately snuggled into the spot where he had previously been lying, taking up half the space while on her side.

Gil chuckled, coming back to her after tossing a few more logs onto the fire. He slipped back into the bed, letting her take the warmest spot for herself. He was warm enough. He wrapped his arms around her, always happy to enjoy how cuddly she was when she was cold. "Better?"

"Hm," she purred, burying her face against his chest as she made herself comfortable.

"I keep telling you to come to bed with me," he reminded her as he listened to the sweet music of her dozing off.

"I'm trying to sleep, Gilgamesh."

"Okay, later," he promised, kissing the top of her head (since her face was pressed into his chest at the moment). "I'm just saying-"

"Shush."

"Yes, dear."

#Thenamesh Rus AU #I usually have these take place in Australia #but I don't think nightmares simply...started after Mahd Wy'ry #I think it would be easy for the Eternals to have nightmares #and Thena would just be a little extra sensitive to them #or maybe it's just me wanting an excuse to get them to cuddle #but I don't think she would exactly sleep easy while getting used to the harsh Russian-esque climate #that's why she has Gil! #and what a good husband he is #comforting his murder wife #Thena sleeps in a little the next day #Gil asks the palace staff to re-dress her room for her #they look at what happened and look at him #he says it's not what they think #it was a...uh...an assassin #after the Royal War Advisor! #yes that's it #they don't believe him #but he's fine with them assuming they just have wild sex in there #he's sure that Thena would prefer that too

[softquietsteadylove]

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."

#Thenamesh Pokemon AU #Thenamesh 18+ #you read the ask #don't read this at work #and it's not even because it's a pokemon au #it's because #we fuckin' #poor Gil #listen he is sweet and precious and wants to be romantic #but he is so beyond frustrated at this point #and Thena is no delicate flower #if her boyfriend wants to fuck #she's not going to say no #she's just as into it as he is btw #look people have needs #even pokemon trainers #the pokemon eventually are like #it's probably safe to go back #Teddiursa is still confused and no one will explain it to him #they get back and Gil is cooking shirtless in the kitchen #Thena comes out wearing his shirt with this dopey grin on her face #the pokemon are like we will take our meals outside thanks

[softquietsteadylove]

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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Ok SINCE we were given permission I have a lil request - teacher/parent AU but this time when Druig is sick Gil hangs out and helps Thena take care of him 🥺 idk if u have plans for this in the future so if u do feel free to ignore this lol but if u dont I’d LOOOVE to see it!! It’s fave au for sure, momma Thena just tugs at my heartstrings

Thena sighed, sitting herself down on the staircase, just for a breath of air. This cold wasn't quite as bad as the last one, but that didn't mean it was easy. She wouldn't expect it to be, with her son--her sweet boy who became a menace with so much as a stuffy nose. At least the last dose of children's tylenol she got in him seemed to be taking effect. Perhaps if she got his fever down, she could sneak in a nap for herself.

"Mum, someone's at the door!"

Thena stood with a sigh, "Darling, don't shout. it will hurt your throat."

"Rough day?"

"Gil?" Thena blinked, although she instinctively stood back to let him in, which he took her up on instantly. She shut the door behind him, subconsciously running a hand over her hair. "What are you doing here?"

He was already taking his coat off, "well, Druig never misses school. I texted Ajak, and she said you had asked her about ear infections."

Thena nodded with another sigh, tugging her cardigan around herself, "it's not that, thankfully. But Druig just has a certain fussiness about him when he's ill."

"So," Gil stood proudly with his hands on his hips, "how can I help?"

"Oh," Thena let out a faint laugh, shaking her head at him already, "no, Gil. It's sweet, but believe me, you want no part of this."

"I don't know about that," he said softly as he stepped in closer to her, "I'm here, aren't I?"

Yes, he was very...here. He was standing close, looking cute, and handsome, and he smelled nice while Thena was sure she smelled like sweat and cough syrup getting spat up onto her.

"Gil, I-"

"Mum, can I have soup!"

Gil grinned at the look on Thena's face, which told him all he needed to know about how her day had gone. "How does a kid get even louder when he's not feeling well?"

"It's a talent," Thena murmured.

"What kind does he like?"

"There's a pile of the cans on the counter next to the stove," she pointed in the direction of the kitchen with a thankful smile on her face. She headed into the living room.

Druig sniffed back a continuously runny nose, playing with the plush triceratops in his lap. "Mum?"

"Mister Gil's here, Darling," she whispered, running a hand over his hair as she encouraged him to lie down. She smoothed the covers over him, "he heard you were sick and came over to check on us--y-you! Came to check on you."

Druig didn't catch Thena's bizarre correction of herself, or her nervous smile. He sniffled again, "is he gonna make some soup?"

"Yes, Love, he is," Thena promised, adjusting his blankets ont he sofa for him.

Druig drew his shoulders up in his fluffy robe and shrank his neck back, "m'cold."

Thena leaned forward, kissing his forehead. Indeed, his fever was down, but instead a cold sweat had replaced it. She sighed, "I'm sorry, baby."

Druig extended his arms, at which Thena wasted no time in pulling him up into her embrace. She sat herself where he had been lying, bundled up in pjs and his fluffy robe. She pulled the blankets up around herself, rubbing Druig's back.

"You know," she whispered to him, "there was a time when you were sick as just a little baby. I held you all night like this until morning because I was scared you'd get even sicker if I went to sleep."

Druig resettled himself against her shoulder, "did I?"

"Nope," she smiled, holding the back of his head and burying her nose in his mop of dark hair. "You didn't. And I still held you until you were all better."

Druig smiled at the happy ending to her little story. "Was Dad there?"

No, he most certainly was not. If he had been, then he was asleep in their bed, complaining about how much babies cried when they were sick. "I don't remember, Darling."

"Hm," Druig sighed against the softness of her sweater. "I don't 'member Dad ever bein' there when I was sick."

Thena just continued rubbing his back in gentle circles. Druig had so few memories of his father, which she couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Druig pressed his face into his mother's shoulder, "s'always you there."

"That's right, Darling," Thena smiled as she pressed the cold tip of her nose into his cheek, making him giggle and squirm. "It will always be me, right here."

"Dinner is served!"

Druig went to the immense trouble of lifting his head, blinking slowly at Gil and the tray he had in his hands. "Misser Gil?"

"Hey buddy," Gil greeted in a soft voice, sitting down next to Thena and setting the tray down on his lap, "I heard you weren't feeling very good. Makkari sure did miss you in class today."

Druig plunked his head onto Thena's shoulder again, tired just from looking up, "I missed her too."

Thena grinned; she would have to text Ajak. They were keeping tally of all the adorable things their kids said about each other. Even if they didn't end up falling in love when they were older, it would still embarrass them to bits as teenagers.

"Well, I made some of that soup you like," Gil held up the tiny mug with handles on each side of it. "With a little something in it."

"What's that?" Druig frowned at the chunks of beige in his otherwise perfect minestrone.

"Just try it," Gil chuckled, handing the cup over and letting Thena help Druig hold it. "It's the perfect temperature, so just tip it back and drink it."

The rather ravenous little boy did just that, relatively unafraid of the foreign substance in his meal. He blinked at it as Thena helped him hold it level again. "Huh."

"Tastes like normal, right?" Gil smiled at the kid, who nodded. He looked up at Thena. "I saw you had a little soft tofu in the fridge."

"Mum puts it in her smoothies for gotein."

"Protein, Darling," Thena mumbled, feeling oddly embarrassed for some reason.

"Not a bad idea," Gil chuckled. "When I was sick as a kid, I'd get soup with tofu and ginger and kimchi in it, because it's good for your tummy."

"What's kimchi?"

"It's probably a little spicy for you right now, but the rest is good for helping you feel better when you're sick," Gil promised. He picked up a bowl of it, holding out a spoon. "And you."

"Me?" Thena blinked, glancing at Gil between helping Druig take sips of soup, hoping to avoid it getting all over him. She smiled, "it's okay Gil, I'm-"

"Druig, did Mum have a gotein smoothie today?"

Druig shook his head with the cup still held up to his mouth, blocking his face entirely. Thena took it away before he could tip it back too far. Druig licked his lips, "I didn't hear the blender."

Gil gave Thena a look. "I bet you've been telling him all day that he has to eat something so he can get better."

Thena's jaw dropped a little at the - teasing - accusation of hypocrisy in her. She gave him a playful glare, "that is not the same thing. And I'll have you know I had half a cheese toastie earlier."

Gil shook his head, leaning closer with the soup, "half his unfinished sandwich does not count, Thena, and you know it."

Thena sighed, looking between the outstretched bowl and Gil's hopeful little grin. She resigned herself, closing her eyes and nodding.

Gil dragged the spoon through the bowl, catching some tofu and some diced veggies. He held it up over the bowl, "open wide."

Thena glared at him for the little display. She leaned forward to accept the bite, blushing a little (for some reason). She gulped it down, and she had to admit, Gil had managed to make the simple canned tomato broth shine. "There."

Gil nodded down to the tray, "Druig finished his."

Thena huffed at Gil, who was unfazed. She looked down at Druig, who was settling in against her shoulder again.

"I'm done," he declared as his fatigue started to take over him.

Thena sighed, rubbing his back to help him drop off to sleep properly. She looked at Gil again, whispering, "fine."

Gil pulled the bowl back from her reaching hand. "Ah!--you have your hands full."

Thena looked at Druig in her arms and then at the man next to her. She had been married once, and yet she could not think of anything more disgustingly personal - borderline intimate - than him feeding her soup while she held her sleeping child. "No."

"Come on, Thena," Gil argued, both of them still whispering, keeping in mind the boy dozing against her side. "You know very well you're gonna get his cold. Just eat something so you'll be a little stronger for it?"

She wilted. He had a point. She couldn't afford the time to let herself be sick. She could barely spare the time to stay home with Druig while he was being a little terror.

Gil inched the bowl forward again. "I'm not leaving unless this bowl is empty."

Thena sighed. She rubbed Druig's back, feeling his little breaths against her cheek. She rolled her eyes, making sure Gil could see her doing it.

He chuckled, fully accepting her scorn as he held out another bite for her. "I'll make you some real sundubu jjigae some time. I can even make a mild version for Druig."

Thena smiled, licking her lips after another soothing bite. The tofu really did slide down easy and make the soup seem wonderfully filling. "I bet he'd love it. The boy eats like I never feed him anything."

Gil snorted. He had seen Druig eat - devour - his lunch at school; he knew. "We can learn to make it together when he's feeling better. It'll be fun."

"That does sound lovely," Thena smiled, leaning her head against Druig's between bites.

Gil caught that telltale drooping of her eyelids. She wasn't very good at hiding when she was fading; he remembered that from Christmas. "Hey."

Thena looked at him at the call for her attention, but he set the bowl and tray on the floor in front of him, shuffling closer. Maybe it was the cozy atmosphere, or her reluctance to wake Druig. But she let him take up the spot directly next to her, their thighs pressing together as he wrapped an arm around her.

"You're doing great," Gil whispered, his breath rustling a stray hair or two on her head. "But you need to rest, too."

"I'm," Thena paused, unable to cover her yawn, "fine."

"Hm," Gil nodded, playing along as he had before. It was another thing she seemed to have passed on to Druig; they both could fall asleep nearly on the spot when they were tired.

"Sorry," Thena murmured, aware she was leaning on him but unable to do anything about it.

Gil pressed a light kiss to the top of her hair, "c'mere."

Gil leaned back into the opposite corner of the couch, propped up against a spare pillow for Druig. He stretched his legs out, encouraging Thena's to do the same, laid over top of his. With her stretched out, Druig naturally followed suit, snuggled into his mother's protective embrace.

It was an adorable little tower, they made.

Gil pulled the blankets up over the little family. He knew Thena would be horrified when she discovered that he had let them fall asleep on him. But his only goal was to get them both a little rest, and if he was the bed on which that happened, then so be it.

#Teach Me to Love AU #there is a frame of SpyxFamily #in which Loid is carrying both Yor and Anya in his arms #that inspired this somewhat #I was going to have Gil carry them both #but then...y'know what? #Gil would just like down right there #on the couch with the spare blankets and the tv on in the background #I don't know about anyone else #but my mom always made me a little bed on the couch when I was sick #I think just so she wouldn't have to go up and down the stairs a million times a day #but that has always been a part of me being sick through my childhood #and also #them learning how to make sundubu jjigae with Gil #is also a scrapped chapter idea so #there's that as well

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Am I allowed to ask for some spicy thenamesh ballet and boxer AU?

"Knock, knock!"

"Gil!" Thena beamed, turning in her chair to see him. She always left her dressing room doors cracked when she could, just in case he was able to come and see her backstage.

She even had a private dressing room this time.

"Hey, you," he greeted with a bright smile, as he always did. He walked over to her, leaning down to greet her with a light peck. "You were stunning."

Thena dashed her eyes down to her lap, toying with the bobbypins she'd extracted from her chignon. She had only just managed to brush her hair back to some semblance of free and presentable, still in her leotard and the skirt of her costume's 'dress'. "Thank you."

"It was a good show overall," he continued, moving behind her chair and unbuttoning his suit jacket as he made himself comfortable in her presence. "Could've used more you but I guess I'm biased."

"Gil," she feigned admonishing him, although all he did was wink at her in her mirror and give her shoulders a squeeze.

"No cast party tonight?" he asked as he started kneading her stiff muscles. He blinked. "Jeez, you're tense. You need to drink some water."

"I have," she laughed, although her breath hitched as he started working on the knot between her shoulders. "I'll be like this for a little while."

"Well..."

Thena caught his eyes in the mirror and felt something in her tingle. He had this grin on his face--the same that had come over him when he had so very suddenly decided to kiss her in her studio. "What?"

"What if you didn't have to be?" he asked innocently enough, shrugging his shoulders and working her muscles harder.

It was firm, but far from rough, aided by the warmth and softness of his strong hands. Thena let out a moan. "I'll have a hot shower, maybe a bath when I get home. Nothing rest won't help."

"Just rest?"

Thena bit her lip as he applied a light - almost playful - pressure and ran his finger down her whole spine. "What are you up to?"

He leaned down to her ear, his hands running down her arms until they moved to her sides. "Trying to help you relax, Miss Thena."

"Gil-" Thena sealed her lips closed as his fingertips grazed over the exposed sides of the bodysuit. She felt overheated and breathless again, as if she had just been onstage.

"Y'know, I've always wondered," he whispered as he brushed her hair over her shoulder and out of his way. He kissed the top of her spine. "Do you wear anything under these?"

Thena let out another moan as he massaged firm circles in the muscles at the base of her back. "Does it matter?"

"Oh," he chuckled, having enough of the chair getting in his way. He was more than strong enough to spin it around on its legs, with her in it. He braced himself on the counter, bringing him close and pinning her between those arms of his. "It matters to me."

Thena brought her hands up to his cheeks as he kissed her again. At one time, she might've had the presence of mind to tell him that this wasn't the time or place. That she had to have a shower--that she had perfume and hairspray fumes on her skin.

But his lips were on her neck, and his hands were parting the neckline of her costume, somehow with both more patience and more anticipation than she possessed.

Thena threw her head back as the open air hit her breasts, although Gil's mouth quickly replaced its presence. "Gil!"

"Sh," he whispered against her cleavage, running his tongue as far down as it could go. Once he found the end, he started working from the bottom, up. "I'm trying to help you relax, Miss Thena."

She dug her nails into his neck at the name, but he was more than capable of ignoring her. Her arm wrapped around his neck reflexively as he picked her up and then dropped her onto the counter in a flash. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh," he paused, pulling back to look at her. His blush was prominent, and he offered that shy smile of his that made her heart flutter in her chest. "I was gonna...help you relax?"

A thrill ran through Thena, leaving her both hot and cold all over. Her fingers gripped the counter edge under her thighs. She was more breathless than she would be after a full practice. "You know what you're doing?"

The grin was back. His hand trailed up her leg, tapping her knee before swooping around to the inside of her thigh. "I trust you'll let me know if I don't."

Thena let out a longer, louder moan as he crept his way under her skirt, kissing the skin along her taught muscles. She couldn't remember the last time she'd experienced something like this. She couldn't remember anything as Gil ran his finger along the dampness between her legs. She squirmed.

"Relax."

Thena's hands delved into his hair as he latched onto her. She couldn't see straight, she couldn't think. There was only Gil's mouth on her skin, and her lips, and his tongue--oh, that tongue.

Gil held her steady as she writhed against him, letting her rock her hips against him and holding her thighs to keep them from crushing his head. He moaned.

Thena's back loosened, letting her fall back on her elbows on the counter, her head against the mirror and her moans rising up to the ceiling. "Gil, please, I-"

"Thena?"

Sersi had knocked on the door before entering. Her movements were slow and graceful, granting them a merciful few seconds before she actually entered the room. "Are you-"

"Hey," Gil waved, huffing and puffing for breath and leaning against the counter in front of Thena. His jacket was draped over his arm and he was an alarming shade of red. He gulped, "Sersi."

"Gilgamesh," Sersi blinked. She tilted her head, catching a hint of Thena's head sitting on the counter behind Gil. She was fidgeting with something. "Everything okay?"

"Fine!" Thena emerged (partially). She was desperately holding her leotard up over the top half of her and clasping her knees together. She was also scarlet from the neck up. "Sorry, I'll be right out."

Sersi had a pretty good pokerface--better than Thena would have known. But she kept her laughter in as much as she could, "oh, no, I'm sorry. I'll just...see you monday."

#Thenamesh Ballerina/Boxer AU #you read the ask #don't read this at work #or at school #poor Gil and Thena #sorry #I know I'm cheating a little bit again #but I wanted to have the fun dressing room experience #and eat it too #Thenamesh 18+

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AND you did it again, life interrupted is now my favorite AU thank you so much for writing more of it!! Gil is so sweet and Druig just wants whats best for his big sister 🥹 would love love love to see something where Thena is having a Bad Day and Gil is just being extra kind and gentle and soft w her, maybe even it gets to the point where Thena explains what happened to her and why she’s lost her way a bit. Sorry I cannot stop thinking about this AU but as usual anything you write will make me lose my mind with its perfection!!!

Thena sniffed, sitting at Gil's kitchen as he poured her a glass of water. Her hands still had a slight shake to them, even though it had taken them fifteen minutes to walk to his place.

Gil still didn't know exactly what had happened. Just that one minute she was fine and the next she was trembling with her arms wrapped around herself. He had thrown his coat around her shoulders and gotten her home without further incident. He hadn't asked about it yet, either.

From the moment they walked in, all he'd done was whisper sweet nothings and reassurances and been nice and gentle with her. All he'd done was be perfect.

"Hey," Gil whispered as she took a sip without the glass shaking too badly. He leaned his head down to get a look at her, eyes searching for anything wrong and what he might be able to do about it. "Better?"

Thena gulped, nodding. How did she ever find such a perfect soul as Gilgamesh?

"I'm gonna name off a few things," Gil said softly, hovering close but not too close. "You tell me what sounds good, okay?"

Thena nodded again. Maybe she wanted to tell him he didn't have to coddle her. Maybe she wanted to pretend everything was fine. Maybe she wanted to lie down on his floor and sob until Druig came to pick her up.

"Something to eat?" God, no, she couldn't bear the thought of food (not even Gil's). "Nap?...couch?"

Gil smiled as she nodded. He tilted his brows up at her, "want me to carry you?"

Thena's eyes watered, and it seemed as good as a 'yes' in Gil's eyes, because he didn't hesitate to scoop her up bridal style and carry her to his living room. She pressed her tears into his shirt. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said as sure as anything. He sat himself down, letting her curl up against him on his lap. He held her gently, but firmly.

"I didn't want..." Thena trailed off. There were a lot of things she didn't want, and having a panic attack in the middle of their date was definitely pretty high on that list.

"It's okay, Thena," Gil whispered, running his hand over her hair and holding her around the waist. "All that matters to me is that you're feeling better."

Thena sighed, burying her face against his shoulder again. He was perfect--too perfect. "Too good for me."

"No," he was quick to deny. He twisted her hair over her shoulder so he could bury his nose against the side of her neck. "You deserve to be taken care of, Thena."

She wished she felt that way.

"You are so important to me," Gil whispered against her cheek, leaving light kisses there. "I asked you out for the same reason I started saving lunch for you."

Thena pulled away now just to look at him curiously.

He smiled that same smile that had first stolen her heart back in the psych ward. It was warm, and gentle, and even when she'd been medicated to heaven and back, she'd been able to feel her heart beating faster at the sight of it. It was all the medicine she needed.

"I did it to see that smile," he said gently, running his thumb along her jaw line, as if to pull her lips into a smile like smoothing a crease out of a fitted sheet. Her smile did appear, and his doubled in size. "There it is!"

Thena let out a small, shaky, watery sounding laugh. But Gil pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead to express how pleased he was by it, no matter how fragile it was. She sighed, letting his warmth and the smell of his aftershave swim around in her head.

Gil let her take her time, happy to hold her--to have her safe in his arms. He nuzzled her gently, tapped his fingers against her leg, rubbed her back and petted her hair.

Thena pressed her forehead under his chin. "Druig asked me to go with him to tell our father and step-mother that he wanted--wants to propose."

Gil waited for her to go on at her own pace.

Thena resettled herself in his arms. He was so comfy. "I told him he shouldn't try to involve them, but I imagine he still has some slight desire to feel like a family."

"I agreed to go with him, but our father didn't take the news particularly well. He's always been hard on Druig, and this time his temper was just...I had never seen them like that."

Gil ran his fingers through her hair as her breath hitched.

"They were so angry, and they started shouting," she continued, voice pulled thinner until it was a whisper. "Ajak told them to stop, but it just made it worse. Druig isn't big enough to fight him."

Her sentences were becoming fractured again--something she hadn't been able to completely break herself of after being in the psych ward those three months.

"I was scared," she whimpered, and Gil responded by holding her tighter. "I thought they were going to kill each other."

"You got in between them?"

She nodded, and Gil's hand gripped her shoulder. It was just short of too tight, but she could imagine it wasn't pleasant to imagine for him. "I pulled our father off of Druig, clawing at him. He turned around and..."

Gil sucked in a breath through his nose and held it, but he said nothing. She had more to say, and he wasn't about to interrupt her.

"Ajak ended up calling the police," Thena regained some strength in her voice, deep, deep in the memory of the fateful night. "It was agreed that no charges would be pressed if Druig took some time off work, Father performed some community service, and I-"

"Got checked into the hospital?" Gil asked, sounding more baffled than when he'd guessed she had gotten involved in their fight. "Why were you the only one with that punishment?"

Thena shrugged. "I'm sure they were more likely to believe in my hysteria than their anger."

Gil scoffed.

"I suppose in fairness to them," Thena shrugged, "they did arrive to me telling our father I would kill him."

"Well," Gil shrugged as well to match her lighter tone, "it sounds like he deserved it."

Thena let out another - stronger - laugh. How as he so perfect.? She emerged from the memory to look at him properly. He brushed some hair back from her face and let the hand drift over her cheek. She leaned into his touch achingly. "I'm afraid it's not very pleasant. But that's how I ended up meeting you."

"Well, I hate to say anything good came of that," Gil mumbled, as if sharing a secret with her. "But...I'm still glad you ended up in my lunch line."

She laughed again, smiling through the last of her unshed tears.

"I guess that's pretty selfish of me," he whispered, still looking at her with those eyes and that smile--the only things that would bring her comfort when she was in that hellhole.

"It's okay," she whispered back, "you can be selfish."

Gil closed his eyes as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"That wasn't the first time they'd ended up like that, just the worst of them," Thena continued, somewhat easier now. "I've always been spooked by shouting and loud noises ever since my father's first truly bad display of temper."

Gil just nodded, pulling her head against his again. There had been a scuffle in the crowd outside the cinema--that was what had triggered her. "I'm sorry."

Thena shook her head, pursing her lips. "Every time, I think I can move past it-"

"You don't have to," he gripped her shoulder. "I know you might not like it, but it's a part of you. And we don't have to like it all the time to accept it--that it comes with you as a package deal."

Thena wilted against him. "Are you sure you're not a therapist from the psych ward disguised as a cook?"

Gil laughed, his chest vibrating against her shoulder in a very comforting way. "Guess I've heard enough group sessions in the cafeteria to have picked up some things."

Thena stretched out in his embrace like a cat in front of a fire. She was positively worn out from all the events of the day. "You're perfect."

"No one's perfect," he corrected softly, "but I guess...I really want you to feel like you can be yourself around me."

Gil changed his position as well, lying on his side with her still curled up against him. He budged the throw pillow more under her head than his. "I know we didn't meet in a...traditional way."

What an understatement.

"But," he threaded their fingers together, his breath hitting her face as he whispered, "I want this to work, Thena. I want to be here to make you smile every single day--just once, if you don't want to too much."

Thena laughed, her forehead bumping against his in their proximity.

Gil inhaled, looking like her laughter was something that could be injected into his veins for energy. "Maybe a laugh once a day--it is the best medicine."

Thena, lying on her side, staring at this wonderful, perfect man, shook her head. He blinked at her denial, but she smiled so wide her cheeks hurt, "you."

Gil's eyes slid closed as she leaned forward, touching her lips to his ever so gently. He returned the kiss, soft and sweet as it was--nothing demanding or intense. Just a little exchange of affection. His eyes fluttered open and he had this dopey smile on his face.

Thena let her eyes drift down between them to their connected hands. She flexed them a little, to test if it was really real. But his fingers slid down to clasp around her hand more firmly.

Gil pressed a kiss to her forehead, "tired now?"

Thena nodded, shimmying to properly nestle herself into him.

Gil wrapped an arm around her, letting his hand spread over her back as if that alone could protect her from today and every one to come. "I'll be right here."

Thena smiled against his shirt, drinking in the scent of his detergent and the warmth of his arm around her. "Perfect."

#Thenamesh Life Interrupted AU #okay so #this is so sweet #and really illustrates something I've been thinking #because not only did I really love the first request of this #but I loved that someone liked it enough to ask for it to be continued a second time #even after it had been a while since the first was published #and this ask #not only is so sweet and kind #but the thing is #this is a big part of why I really try to fulfill all the requests I can #because the last instalment isn't necessarily popular #not numbers wise #which I know isn't everything but certainly it is physical evidence #but to know that even just one person #this person #liked it and was moved by it enough to ask for more #is why I'm writing this #seeing asks like this really makes my day #so I hope it makes yours too whoever you are #I love gentleness #I love soft kisses #I love connecting at the most simple but deep level of emotional intimacy #I love feeling safe and loved #They both fall asleep #miss Druig's many many texts and calls #he shows up and nearly kicks Gil's door down #only to discover them curled up together on the couch sweet and innocent as all hell #he's still mad though because goddammit he said to have her home before dark

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04 - Canon AU

Gilgamesh sighed, opening his eyes as he felt footsteps returning to the cave. He couldn't hear them at all, assuring him that it was Thena and not any kind of threatening pursuers. Thena was very skilled indeed at thwarting off any potential soldiers on their tail.

They were only a few days out of Tenochtitlan. And their progress was not exactly constant; Gil had slowed them down three times already with episodes of Mahd Wy'ry.

Since the first night, Thena hadn't left his side unless absolutely necessary. It had been her who brought him back to himself in the first place. She had used her power, chained his uncontrollable fists together and stood without fear in front of him. Her voice had reached him, whispering sweet nothings and pulling him back to her and her alone.

They said that he was a danger--that erasing his memories was the only way. But he didn't want to forget them. He didn't want to forget Thena. And so she had turned her back on them, taking him away with her, just them and his memories and an incurable illness.

Every fight took its toll. They were still close to the carnage. The slightest gunshot or fire would have him trembling to maintain control of himself. And she would face him, shield up, calling to him as he slammed his fists against her weapons and picked her up and threw her like a doll. But she would come back, every time, fighting him until the ground was caved in around them and she could stroke his head in her lap.

Thena knelt down next to him silently. She hadn't said much since they'd left, but he wouldn't have expected her to. He hadn't spoken a word between episodes either.

Gil pretended to remain asleep as her hand drifted over his cheek. She'd become a lot more affectionate, but only while she thought he wasn't awake for it. It was something to get used to, but there were plenty of new things about their relationship in this new context.

Thena settled next to the fire, close enough that she could sense his breathing and be ready to protect him if she heard anything outside. He didn't know if she had slept at all in the past two days.

Last she slept, they were still in the depths of the jungle. It was daylight, and she was sleeping off the fatigue of fighting him endlessly. Just because he didn't have her deadly weapons didn't mean that fighting him with only a shield was easy for her. He had resolved to leave her--to not drag her into his misery. He never wanted to chain her to him.

But she had woken and followed him, being the master tracker she was. He had argued against it - against her - until he was breathless. But Thena let him yell and scream his frustrations. And then, when he was done, she reached for his hand and pulled him back in the direction of the river--the direction of escape, of progress.

He hadn't tried to leave since. She would only find him. And he could remember the hurt in her eyes. She prided herself so much on being so unreadable but her eyes always told him all that he needed to know. And he had hurt her by trying to leave, no matter how well intentioned. So he kept quiet.

"Gil."

He opened his eyes, staring up at the cave ceiling, dark and damp and bleak. He knew the feeling.

"You should be resting," she said softly, turning from the low fire to look at him. "Are you hungry? I can-"

"No." She stilled, going back to sitting with her legs curled up to her chest. Her chainmail made the smallest tinkling noise with her movements. But despite the disappearance of the deviants, it wasn't safe for her to remove it. Not yet, at least. He sighed, "no."

Thena went back to staring at the fire. He could tell she wanted to say something; he could always tell when she had something on the tip of her tongue. But he knew that she didn't consider herself to have a way with words. She did better with actions.

He couldn't imagine a more devoted act of love than travelling to the ends of the earth with him and his demons.

Gil opened his eyes again, finding Thena leaning over him, staring in a way that reminded him of...him. He used to stare at her every chance he got. She would ask what he as doing and he would tell her-

"It's good for the soul," Thena whispered, running a finger along his hairline, "to admire beautiful things."

He let out a weak laugh, and even the attempt at it made her look like she was aching from the inside out. A few days and she already missed his laugh. "Stealing my lines?"

She managed a smile. His hand came up slowly and she captured it in hers. She tucked some hair behind her ear and leaned over, kissing his cheek. "You're okay."

He didn't know if she was saying it for him or for herself. But he wasn't going to stop her if she wanted to do it again. He gave her hand a squeeze in his. "You should try to rest too."

Thena's eyes immediately travelled to the cave entrance, and he knew why; he could have no fiercer protector--no one stronger, or more vigilant and resolved. And it wasn't because she was the Goddess of War. It was because she was Thena, and he was Gilgamesh.

Gil blinked as - instead of lying down close to the fire - he felt her lay her head on his chest. He looked down, but all he could see was the crown of her head, her mane of sunlight blond spilling everywhere. Her knees were bent against his side. She wasn't exactly lying down. "Thena, I mean rest--real rest."

"Sh, I'm trying to sleep."

He laughed for real this time, and she bounced as his chest did. She looked up at him, smiling genuinely at the real laugh that escaped him. Her eyes sparkled, between the light of the moon and the glow of the fire. He always preferred them to any stars or constellations.

Thena let out a soft breath as he looked at her, resting her chin on her hand, and her hand on his heart. She looked softer than normal.

"Thena," he softened as well, but he had a sadder undertone to him, even as he lifted a hand to brush the back of his fingers over her cheek. "Don't sleep so close. I could hurt you."

"No," she said with such certainty he could cry, "you can't."

He could. If he fell into the Mahdness while she was asleep he could crush her in his arms. And even she was not strong enough to keep him from snapping her lithe frame like a twig. And what if he woke like that? She was a light sleeper, but she was also exhausted. And he was in no condition to fight off sleep. He already had to sleep half the day just to keep going-

"Gilgamesh." She came even closer, resting both hands under her head on top of him. "Listen: you cannot hurt me."

"I could-"

"Never."

He really wished he had the confidence she had. But the way she said it--the way she looked at him when she said it. He wanted to believe it as much as she did.

"Now," she inhaled, only to sigh and soften against him again. She nuzzled her face into his chest, and he could feel her chest against his ribs as she breathed. "I am going to sleep. And I suggest you do the same."

He smiled up at the cave ceiling, allowing himself the luxury of putting a hand on her shoulder as he tried to let go. Maybe she did have a way with words.

When he woke to the sun rising, panic overtook him. He had slipped into such a heavy sleep he could barely remember where they were. His first instinct was to spring up and survey the situation. But he couldn't.

Thena was still sleeping soundly against him. So soundly that him startling awake hadn't roused her, which meant she was well and truly exhausted. But she was so comfortable with her head to his chest and her side sealed to his. He had pulled her closer in the night.

He should have woken her. He should have escaped her hold on him and stood up. He should have gone for food for them so he could still be of at least some use along their endless new journey together.

But instead, he laid back down, holding her close, smiling as she did.

#Thenamesh #Thenameshweek #Thenameshweek2022 #a little angst #just a little bit #but they'll be fine #because they're Gil and Thena #and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious #about what this would be like #Thenamesh AU