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I just posted a complete oneshot, where teen Wangxian find a magic spring in the Cloud Recesses that shows people the faces of their future spouses! It's canon compliant and a little bittersweet, but with a happy ending. :)
love springs eternal
by stiltonbasket (@stiltonbasket)
G, 2k, Wangxian
Summary: 'Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang hisses to Wei Wuxian, on a clear morning about six weeks after their arrival at the Cloud Recesses. “I’ve just heard something from one of the inner disciples.”
“What is it?” Wei Wuxian whispers back, glancing around the courtyard for any sign of Lan Zhan. “Did he tell you about a secret path down to Caiyi? I’ve been looking, but I haven’t found a way to leave on foot without using the stairs.”
Huaisang shakes his head. “Even better. I had breakfast with Xichen-ge’s third cousin today, and he told me about a spring—up in the mountains, near that little stream where we went to catch fish last week—that shows you the face of your future beloved when you look into it.”
Or, the one where foreknowledge is both powerful and dangerous, and somehow changes nothing at all.
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Hello! I found my way here after I've been reading the entire AO3 storage of Thenamesh fanfiction. First of all, i love you fanfictions, thank you for writing them.
I came across the reunion fic where Eros brings Ajak and Gilgamesh back from the world forge as a wedding present for Sersi. I would like to ask you to continue this one. I'm a sucker for reunions and happy endings. Thenamesh deserves a happy ending. Can't wait for Eternals 2.
And O M G, Auntie Thena and Jack are so sweet they give me diabetes. I mean she's dancing with him SHSFSGSHFSSGSGSHSH
Everything is a muddled mess of sounds and colours and smells. But it's okay, because she can push through the mess. She can feel his heartbeat, hear his breathing next to her ear. The only colour she can see is the colour of his shirt, in which her face is buried. All she can smell is him, somehow nice and comforting and familiar despite this being, in many ways, not her Gilgamesh.
But he is. He is, though--Gilgamesh could only ever be hers, in any form, in any timeline, in any universe.
On any planet.
"Hey," he whispers against her hair as they way absently to the music.
"Hm?" she asks, although not yet bringing herself to tear away from him.
Gil understands her better than to demand it, too. He knows she's listening. "Remember the last time we danced at a wedding like this?"
"At Sersi's last wedding," Thena sighs from within his embrace. "You asked me to dance."
"You're a great dancer."
"Only with you," she answers easily, and he wraps his arms around her, spinning her in his arms in agreement. She presses her breathy - watery - laugh into his chest. "I remember."
"You were unhappy all day."
"I was not unhappy," Thena shakes her head, even though they're arguing for the fun of it. "I could never be unhappy with you."
Gil holds her hands in his and spins her around. "And you used to call me a sappy romantic."
But Thena keeps her eyes on him, keeps him in her sights like her life depends on it. "I suppose I'm feeling sentimental."
Gilgamesh pulls her against him again, swaying them, holding her hand in his as firm as their embrace but as gentle as her featherlight heart against his chest. "We made a bet on who we thought would get married next."
Thena sighs against him, opening her eyes to catch Druig and Makkari watching them from the edge of the room. They've been on edge since the appearance of Eros, and even now that he's gone, the pair are still hovering along the perimeter. They're feeling protective of her, which she thinks is endearing for siblings she considers younger than her. "I'm still convinced they've gotten married in some way and just aren't telling us."
"Maybe they don't think they have to," Gilgamesh offers softly, running his hands over her back. They come to a stop slowly and absently, as if they had been letting the breeze take them. "I believe you said something to that affect."
"I should have said yes sooner."
His eyes soften as she buries herself in him again, trying to envelop herself with every fibre of his being. He secures his arms around her, but she nuzzles in closer. He kisses the top of her head. "I don't mind."
Thena's voice is thin and hazy again, her tears making themselves known again. "I thought we had time."
"We do now," he promises. He can do nothing to erase what she has endured in his absence, nor can he undo decisions they never made because of how their lives unfolded. But he can promise her now, and he can promise her his future.
Thena pulls her head up to look at him, those green eyes glittering like the seas they used to watch over. They flutter closed again as he kisses her.
"You have always been my wife," he promises her. There's no lie in it--as far as either of them is concerned, they have been bound together for thousands and thousands of years. "I don't need anyone to tell me that."
Thena relishes in his affection, letting it be a balm for her broken and aching heart.
Gil, as he always has, senses her pain and seeks to ease it. "So, you're open to it now, is what you're saying?"
"In an instant," she whispers to him, closing her fists around his shirt sleeves.
Gil starts swaying them again, dancing with a renewed excitement. His eyes catch Sersi watching them before she hides her curiosity behind her new husband. "I guess we should wait until at least tomorrow."
Thena laughs a little more easily this time. "I suppose it is considered rude to take someone's wedding night for your own."
"Tomorrow, then," he concludes. Phastos is watching them as well, with a man by his side and the boy Gil has come to learn is his son. He has to get to know the boy--the only child to whom he has ever seen Thena let herself become attached.
"The house is just as we left it."
Home: their home in Australia. Gil can immediately picture every detail of it in his head. He doesn't tell her how relieved he is that he can. But he remembers every detail, from the way his apron was hung up by the fridge, to how he remembers thinking that they hadn't made the bed before leaving with the rest of their family.
He aches for their bed.
Thena runs her fingers through his hair as he buries his face in the crook of her neck.
"Does it have to be tomorrow?"
"Gilgamesh."
She feels him smile against her skin where her shoulder meets her clavicle. He presses the bend of his lips to it, "yes, dear."
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