Haiii! I love your work :D
Could you possibly do a gaz x reader? When him and reader are celebrating their anniversary:), that would be really cute :’))
Hello! Thank you, I hope this is enjoyable as well! I went with a more fluffy route this time, I just wanna see Gaz happy and healthy and as far aways from any and all danger as possible! This request was really cute, I love Gaz! I'm glad there are several of us who do! Though I think I went a bit overboard with this, but how could I not when people are requesting best boi!
Celebrating Your Anniversary with Gaz
For the sake of this request, we’re gonna go with the idea that Gaz was able to be with you during your anniversary and didn’t end up being somewhere in the world, having to fight tooth and nail for his survival. We’re gonna go the fluffy route with this!
His memory is really good, Gaz would never forget something as important as your anniversary. Doesn’t matter if you’re together, doesn’t matter if you’re married. He has it memorized, he wrote it down on his phone, he noted it on several loose papers lying around just about anywhere. Trust me when I say he’s the last person to ever forget something like this. Although he would appreciate it if you remembered as well, he’d probably love it even more if, just once, you forgot about your anniversary, that way he could properly surprise and absolutely spoil you rotten. He wants to make your anniversaries days you can remember, so he will tailor them to your liking. You like going to arcades or amusement parks? A bookshop date? You just wanna go to McDonald’s? It’s all yours, and don’t you dare even think about paying, your wallet will not be strained on such a holy and sublime day.
The day would start off simple. You’d sleep in, if you can, cuddling for as long as possible, until one of you needs to get up for whatever reason. He’ll nuzzle into you, holding you as close to him as possible. He wants you to feel his warmth, how alive you make him feel, he wants you to feel how his heart beats for you and only you. Gaz has a beautiful voice, it’s fairly low and very calming to listen to. He’d hum your favorite tune that’s a bit calmer. He wants you to be as relaxed for him as possible, maybe even fall asleep in his arms again, even if he definitely wouldn’t mind you staying up to chat a bit with him as well. He’s gonna be all over you, making sure to touch you wherever he can so you feel secure with him. And when you’re drifting off to sleep again, that’s when his plan begins.
Gaz will plant a kiss on your neck or your forehead, whatever he can reach as he excuses himself to the bathroom. However, this sly dog will actually head for the kitchen to make you some breakfast. He’s a good cook, so whatever it is you like, he’ll make it. French toast? Scrambled eggs? Eggs and bacon? Your wish is his command, even if you never uttered a single order. He just hopes you won’t wake up or, even if you do, will at the very least stay in bed. This breakfast isn’t for you to enjoy in the kitchen or the living room, you’re to eat it in your bed. He even got you a nice tray so he can carry it to you without making a mess. Orange juice and all. You will be spoiled.
It’s then that he’ll wake you with another soft kiss to your temple, maybe shaking you awake a bit, so you can enjoy your breakfast together. Might even feed you a bit, just to be embarrassingly cute while he’s at it. The more content you look, the better. Afterwards, he’ll leave for the kitchen again, putting the tray away and decorating the living room a bit. There will be the most gorgeous roses you’ve ever seen in a vase, alongside several other flowers, each of which tells of a different kind of adoration. And when you finally follow suit and spot the flowers, he’ll just smile and claim that they looked very pretty. If you understand flower language, then you can tell he just really wanted to say he loved you in as many different ways as he could.
It’s then that he’ll ask you to get ready for the day, to brush your teeth and hair, and put on some clothes. You don’t need to look particularly fancy, he wants you to be as comfortable as you could possibly be. This is when he’ll take you to a place you like which, as mentioned before, could be just about anything. Waterpark, roller skate rink or just a lovely walk in the park, he’s open for everything. You will be accommodated accordingly. Those places are where you’ll be spending the majority of your day, grabbing something simple to eat for the time being, such as some fries or maybe some toast at a good cafe or pub.
When day meets night, he’ll take your hand in his, taking you to a fancy restaurant you’ve been to a few times. Preferably one where the both of you can look down at the city and see all the beautiful lights it has to offer. You’ll spend another two hours or so there. At the very least, you’ll be there until it gets dark, eating good food, having a good drink, maybe some wine as well. It doesn’t matter what you choose, all Gaz wants is to see the twinkling city lights dance in your eyes afterwards. When the evening is starting to roll over into night, he’ll take you to a ferris wheel. A big one where you can see the entire city from.
He’ll watch you as you excitedly look everywhere, taking in as many sights as you can, hoping that the ferris wheel stops at just the right time. Ideally, that would be right at the top. But he won’t be too picky if it’s somewhat to the side as well. As long as he gets to see your mouth agape at all the pretty lights, he’s content. While the ferris wheel stops, he’ll shoot his shot. If you’ve been together for a few years but aren’t married yet, he’ll propose to you. If you’re already married, he’ll still get down on one knee, take your hand in his and kiss its back tenderly, like a knight in shining armor. It’s embarrassingly sweet, but he knows no one but you is going to see it, so he does it anyway. You’re royalty in his eyes, you’re his to protect and care for, and he needs to show his loyalty however he can. Once he’s done kissing your hand, he’ll get up, holding your hand still and pulling you up with him, just so he can hold you close once again. Another tender kiss to your lips, and then he’ll get out a small box. Either the proposal ring or, if you’re married already, he’ll gift you a lovely little necklace made of pure silver. Something you can wear that will always remind you of him.
Once you’re down on the ground again, he’ll take your hand in his and lead you home, conversing with you about how much he loves you, how happy he is to have you in his life and how he hopes he gets to spend many, many more years like that with you.
If it’s not too late yet, you might watch a movie and cuddle on the couch. But you’ll likely both be tuckered out after today and just snuggle up in bed, ready for the next day.
And this is how Gaz’ ideal anniversary would go.
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Hi! I have a request about the Thenamesh AU :)
After the first shock when Gil lost his powers and Ajak healed his arm Gil is very much human for a short duration.
How about a little accident when someone (it can be Thena or someone else. you choose) hurts him accidentally like grabbing his arm too hard or giving him a hard pat on his back. Normally it would be nothing but being a human it’s impact would be 5 times more painful. Thena takes care of him and they share a soft moment?
I think it would be interesting since they have to be careful around the strongest eternal!
"It was an accident."
"Hm," Thena let out in acknowledgement, although it was hardly accepting of it. She wrung out the cool cloth and raised it again.
Gilgamesh sighed as she pressed the cold linen to his arm. His skin was dotted and flushed with red, where his blood vessels had burst under the skin after an impact.
He wasn't allowed outside of Babylon Temple at all in the wake of his 'injury'. Not even just in reference to his still-healing hand, but to his still-human physiology. He hadn't woken up cured, or even improved. Ajak could not heal it out of him and Phastos could find no cause, let alone a cure. He was human until further notice.
Thena hadn't left his side unless absolutely necessary. And even when it was, she would finish the fight as quickly as possible and rush back to him, daring anyone to stand in her way.
Gilgamesh let Thena move gently, trying to reduce his swelling and redness with the cool water. He got human injuries now, which received human treatments. Thena didn't trust Ajak to know what Gil's new pain threshold was after the gruesome scene of her healing his broken hand.
Ajak had stated that she knew very well how to heal humans. Thena had argued that if that was how she healed humans, then maybe they weren't the brave protectors they thought they were.
Thena was stressed, to say the least.
"Hey," Gilgamesh whispered, hoping to pull her out of her mulling. She pulled the cloth away and ran the back of her fingers over his arm. He raised his other hand, injury be damned, and placed it over hers, "hey."
Thena finally looked at him, her eyes so muddled with thoughts they almost seemed to be a different colour than normal. She sighed, "hey."
Gil smiled, although getting Thena to follow it was hard. He knew she had been nothing short of hypervigilant since his condition arose. "I'm okay."
"Are you?" she whispered in return, her eyes flicking away from his and to his hand and now his arm, too.
"Sure," he smiled, even laughed quietly. He gave her hand a squeeze with his, "I'm with you."
Thena shook her head at him, but her smile did emerge. She stood from her kneeling to sit beside him on her bed. Not even his own quarters were safe enough for him, as far as she was concerned. "You are in pain."
"Not much," he shrugged.
One friendly slap on the arm from Kingo - forgetting his strength - had sent him flying to the ground. The bruise was sure to be an ugly, angrily coloured thing. Kingo had rushed to apologise and help his brother up, of course.
Thena had rushed over, ready to snap the sharpshot's arm clean in two in return for the injury.
It had taken Makkari rushing between them as well as Sersi and Ajak both pulling at Thena to keep her from it. And ultimately, she had only left to tend to Gilgamesh.
Thena touched her forehead to his cheek, letting their breaths become one, "any pain at all is more than you deserve."
Gil smiled, leaning his head against hers. He snuck his hand away from hers, only so he could wrap his good arm around her from behind and hold her against him properly. "How could I be in pain when I have the Warrior Eternal to take care of me?"
"Gilgamesh."
"Thena, really," he insisted, pulling his head up and tilting it to pull her gaze up to his. "I'm okay."
She accepted his words, although they both knew she would still be hovering around him protectively until she had decided for herself that it was unnecessary. She took in his smile, touching her fingers ever so gently to his cheek.
Gil crossed the distance, pressing her palm flat against his cheek and leaning into it. "I won't break."
"You already have," she lamented, although she let him revel in her touch all he liked.
"Not from you," his smile grew as he happily nuzzled into her palm. "You're nice and gentle with me."
Thena tilted her head at him and his cuddling, allowing it without question. She watched him the way Sersi watched the sunrise. "I have learned from you."
"Hm?"
Thena moved, adjusting her position next to him and moving both her hands over his cheeks and to his chest. She tapped her finger against his chestplate, "you are the Gentlest Eternal. I know how to treat you softly because you are so very sweet with me."
Gilgamesh blushed, looking down at their brushing knees bashfully. "Like I could be anything else with you?"
Thena finally smiled genuinely, leaning in to kiss his cheek as firmly as they could afford. "No, nor I, you."
Gil's eyes closed, savouring the small but also immense touch of affection from her. He sighed, "maybe I should get injured more often."
"Gilgamesh."
"Okay, okay," he chuckled, returning to leaning against her. He sighed, "y'know, I'm getting really used to having you around so much."
"I am always around you."
"What if I don't want you to go on watch anymore?" he lifted his head and pouted at her, making her laugh. He wrapped both arms around her (despite the ache in his right one). "What if I just want you to stay here and cuddle me all the time, now?"
Thena indulged him, raising her hands to his cheeks again. Her thumbs brushed over the full apples of them, pushing up the tilt of his eyes, "you are deprived of my touch, are you?"
He sighed morosely and nodded, widening his eyes to give her the impression of a sad little stray.
Thena shook her head at him again. She leaned forward, needing no practice to leave the gentlest of kisses against his lips. He returned it, and perhaps in this way she could feel just a hint of his usual strength and fervour.
He leaned forward, wanting more.
"Gil," Thena pulled back, putting a hand on his chest as his tongue pursued hers. She held his eyes and shook her head.
He gave her a pout and those eyes again, "Thena."
"Gilgamesh," she pressed. "Not until you are well again."
He sighed genuinely, flopping backwards on her bed (her hand shot forward, keeping him from banging his head on the wall behind them). He chuckled, "now you really are depriving me."
She leaned over him, kissing him again even more softly than before. "Then concentrate your energy on healing, and you will be deprived of me no longer."
He leaned up again, kissing her as hard as he could. "You really know how to motivate a man."
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Thirteen
Word Count: 968
(The vibes of this are inspired by the song, “Thirteen” by Big Star. Simple and comforting.)
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To no one's surprise, Ava was the first person Lilly ever confided in about her identity, the first person she'd ever came out to.
Her own parents would undoubtedly become the most difficult to tell, but Ava, being the first, was difficult for her own reasons.
Both of them are thirteen years old when it happens.
Officially teenagers.
All the hormones of teenage-hood creep their way in.
Lilly's feelings for Ava burn more intensely in her heart, thanks to the hormones.
The feelings aren't a part of a childish crush anymore, they are something solid and real.
Love, strong and long-lasting.
Lilly has tried to get over Ava, to put her heart in anyone else's hands, but to no avail.
Boys, as she's quickly learned, have no appeal to her at all.
The idea of dating a boy, then marrying a man, makes her stomach churn as if she is going to throw up.
Other girls in her classes, while pretty and quite smart, do not have the same affect on her that Ava does.
They don't create the same butterflies in her stomach, they don't make her face burn up and her hands shake with nervous excitement whenever she so much as looks at them.
As time has gone on, since Ava has stolen Lilly's heart, Lilly puts the pieces together, coming to the realization that she only likes girls, possibly- definitively- only likes Ava.
She's a lesbian, plain and simple.
It's a word that's hard to say at first.
But it sounds right with time.
One weekend, both their moms drop them off at their old elementary school playground for a little while.
Lilly wants to tell Ava her revelation, she wants to tell someone.
Her best friend in the most important person to her, she wants to tell her first.
Though, telling Ava is, ironically, trickier than what telling her parents will be like, or what telling Rose and Lucas will be like.
Ava, unknowingly and to no fault of her own, sparked all of this.
By God, Lilly isn't ready to tell her how she feels, that she's in love with her.
But she is ready to tell her half of the whole story.
"Do you ever think about, y'know... people at school?" She starts awkwardly, taking a seat on one of the jungle gym's platforms, near the spinning monkey bars.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you ever think about people in a... different way than friends?"
Ava stands above Lilly, reaching forward to grab ahold of the closest monkey bar.
"No," She states, swinging herself around to face Lilly. "Do you mean the, the boys in our classes?"
Lilly grimaces, Ava doesn't understand why.
"I guess so." She sighs. "You don't think about them?"
Truth be told, Ava hasn't thought about boys at all.
Her mom often asks the light-hearted question of, "Are there any boys you think are cute?", to which Ava always shakes her head.
She has no interest in boys.
She has a few great friends and Lilly as her bestest friend in the whole-wide-world.
Ava doesn't need, or want, anyone else.
"Nope. Do you?" She asks in return.
Lilly looks at her, pushing down the nerves that are rattling around inside of her.
She gets the answer out quickly,
"No... I think about girls."
The words hit Ava's ears. a new concept she'd been vaguely aware of, but never heard of with with someone so close to her.
"That's- you- you do?" Ava asks bluntly, spinning herself around and jumping off the monkey bar, ungracefully landing on the platform next to Lilly.
She doesn't ask it in a judgmental way, she's more intrigued by it than anything.
Her lack of judgment allows Lilly to breathe calmly.
"Yeah, I do. You're the first person I've told."
"Oh, wow." Ava says. "Do you feel, um... better that you, that you told someone?"
Lilly nods, then shrugs, uncertain of herself,
"It feels weird to talk about it with someone else, but it feels good, too."
"That's good." Ava smiles at her for a moment.
Lilly smiles faintly back at her.
It feels weird and good and terrifying to be out to someone, all at the same time.
"How, how long have you known?" Ava asks.
She back-pedals as fast as she can when Lilly looks like she's seen a ghost.
"You don't have to tell me if, if you don't want to. You don't have to tell me anything, I, I won't... dig into your thoughts."
Lilly is grateful for that sentiment, that Ava won't beg for answers to her questions.
Some things can, thankfully, go unanswered.
At least for right now, while they're only thirteen years old and where Ava has just discovered the concept of two people of the same gender being in love while on the monkey bars of their old school playground.
Lilly sighs and it sounds like a faint laugh.
A sound of relief and gratitude.
"Thank you. I'm still figuring things out, it takes time."
In part, that answers Ava's question.
Lilly has known for some time and discovering that fact of her life takes time.
"I'm here if you need help figuring anything out." Ava tells her earnestly.
Lilly has a million ways she could respond to that, more than half of them would tell Ava the truth of how she learned that she doesn't like boys.
Her heart swells with joy and love, she's incredibly lucky to have a best friend like Ava.
She settles for a side-hug and the calm reply of,
"I know."
Telling Ava is the first time she'll have to explain things to people, to explain it to her parents and tells her friends about it.
But she feels hopeful, now more than ever.
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