#I think Thena would be a great dancer

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello hello, could you please write something with ballet dancer/Thena and boxer/Gil pretty please?.

Gil had caught glimpses of her once or twice: the Swan, he called her (in the privacy of his own thoughts). She was long and lithe, elegant and graceful, pale and a little dangerous looking.

She taught the dance class in the studio space across the hall from him. He knew she taught because he'd seen her at the head of the room, keeping a deadly eye on them as they did their jumps and turns and shit that made his ankles hurt just by watching.

He'd caught her eyes once, and immediately ran straight into his own door in his distraction. He made an effort not to run into her for a while after that.

But she still taught across from him, seemingly everyday. Every day that he was there teaching his boxing classes, that was to say. The building was closed sundays anyway.

"See ya, Gil!"

"Night, guys!" he waved as the last of his pupils headed out. He groaned, untaping his knuckles and stretching out his back. He loved his job--he loved teaching, and he loved being his own boss especially. But he could still be glad it was saturday night.

He locked up, trying to build up some nerve. It was silly, really. He didn't even know the woman. But still, he felt nervous - in a giddy kind of way - whenever he thought of potentially seeing her again. Even if it was just through the glass walls of her studio.

She was still in there, despite everyone else being gone for the night. She actually seemed to be practising by herself. She was good, too--all smooth motions, long, thin arms and fingers waving through the air like feathers on wings.

"Shit!" Gil swore, seeing her suddenly drop out of view. He panicked, dropping his bag from his shoulder and pushing her door open. "Are you okay?!"

She was just fine. It was a move--or something. She turned to look at him from her spot on the floor, very strategically folded over herself. She raised an eyebrow at him.

Gil felt himself go red from the neck up. "Uh, s-sorry, I thought--I didn't-"

The Swan untangled herself and walked over to him, her music still playing in the background. Her long skirt swayed with the movement of her hips, like the branches of a willow in the breeze. "Falls are part of the choreography, from time to time."

"Right," Gil muttered, feeling nothing short of mortified. He looked out the door again, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry I interrupted-"

"It was sweet."

They'd spoken at the same moment, their words folding over each other. He blinked at her, suddenly paying more attention to brushing off the skirt over her white leotard. "It...it was?"

She lifted her head and gave him a faint smile, although it was still one hell of a smile when she was so pretty. "I do appreciate your concern."

"Well," Gil stuttered. He didn't want to admit that he'd had some creepy pseudo-crush on her from afar. That would be a great way to make her demand to change studio spaces, for sure.

"You're Gilgamesh?"

He looked at her, jaw open. She knew his name?

She cleared her throat. "The sign."

What?

"For your space?" she smiled again, clearly trying to suppress it in some way. It was probably something dancers had to do when they were being serious or whatever. But there was no way to hide that amazing a smile--no way. "It says 'Gilgamesh's boxing' on it?"

The studio plate. Of course. Gil twitched; why had he not looked at her studio plate?

"Mine just says Eternal Ballet Troupe 729," she was kind enough to tell him. "I head the classes for new recruits, though. I'm Thena."

"Wow." Why did he say that out loud? He knew he was still blushing, but that name on this woman... "I never get to see much, since our classes are always around the same time. But what I have seen--you're really good!"

The Swan tipped her head with an indulgent smile. She smoothed out her skirt again. "Thank you."

He couldn't be sure if it was the harsh studio lighting or if she was blushing a little. He wanted to know. He wanted to talk to her more. "Just Gil is fine, though. I teach classes monday-wednesday-friday, and of course tonight."

"My schedule is the same," she answered much more primly, but still smiling. "I've been curious about what a class of yours is like. I've spoken with Makkari before and she says you're a wonderful teacher."

"Ah," Gil laughed through his embarrassment, rubbing his sweaty palms together. "She's a great student. I guess I don't know enough about dancing--or ballet, really."

Thena accepted it in stride. "It is a rather specialised field. It takes a lifetime of dedication to get anywhere in it."

"I can only imagine," Gil nodded. He raised an eyebrow, "do you just teach the classes or do you do shows and stuff?"

"Sometimes I'll be called upon for a solo in an a show," she nodded. "I am a seasoned company member. Although..."

Gil raised his brows.

Thena's smile became almost mischievous, "I don't excel at partner work."

Something about the way she said it was almost flirtatious; Gil's hair stood on end. "That's, uh, pretty important, huh?"

"Hm," she nodded. "Much of ballet involves lifting, and I...am not always the most receptive to it."

Gil snorted in the middle of laughing. He was almost embarrassed by it, but Thena seemed charmed by the laughter. Maybe it was hard to have a good laugh when everyone around you was so serious. "I've never been lifted - I doubt it's possible - but it's probably not that fun."

"I suppose not." She laughed. It was just a little one, but it filled the room more than the tinny bluetooth speaker did.

He loved it. "Well, I guess if you, uh, need a lift-"

Thena's eyes caught the light, sparkling at him, "are you offering to dance with me?"

"No, I meant if you need a drive."

Thena let out full, complete, unhindered laugh. Her smile burst, exposing pearly teeth. Her head lulled back, and a stray wisp of hair escaped her tight bun.

He was in love with her. Goddammit.

She calmed eventually, touching the pads of her fingers to the corners of her eyes to mind her makeup. "Are all boxers funny?"

"Are all ballerinas cute?"

Well, no going back now. Thena's smile shifted to something almost shy again, her hand raising to tuck back hair that was still pulled back already. "So...a lift?"

Gil's chest swelled, "dancing or driving?"

Thena drifted back into the studio just a step, her hands clasped behind her, "which do you have time for?"

He had all the time in the world for her. He walked in after her, completely forgetting his gym bag out in the hall, and his eagerness to get off his feet. "You're the one offering to teach me how to dance, how much time do you got?"

Thena reached out, positioning him herself. He caught a glimpse of one more smile, "all the time in the world."

[spacesuitsforemergency]

Okay so here’s my little team of Eternals kids, The Immortals, they’re all physically in their twenties but range of actual age:

Athanasia, Daughter of Makkari and Druig

So Eternals can’t procreate with other Eternals, so biologically she’s actually only Druig’s daughter but he found a sort of surrogate mother that looks a lot like Makkari so that they kind of had a kid together

Athanasia obviously means eternal or immortal, and it kind of has a dark undertone to me so like, perfect for Druig honestly and Makkari thought it was pretty

So she can manipulate people’s minds, read their thoughts and control their bodies. Unlike her father, she uses this strictly for fighting evil and not taking over a whole ass village

Is the current team leader

Nallah, Daughter of Kingo

Named after Allah, the Islam God. Her mother was from Saudi Arabia and was a fellow movie star, so Nallah continues her family tradition and is a Bollywood actress and dancer

Nallah is extremely eccentric and showy, very suave and cunning like her father. She’s the comic relief of the team honestly, she keeps up the morale and hyped everyone up while making jokes at their opponents expenses

Also has the same power as her father, she’s also kind of like Boom-Boom and can throw little balls of energy places and explode them when she wants, so basically she’s a walking bomb

Indra, Daughter of Gilgamesh

Team mom %100, the only truly responsible one. She has basic super strength and unbreakable skin, so she’s the powerhouse like her father. She also is a great chef and went to culinary school for a few years in her “college age”

Makes sure nobody gets hurt, would feel so guilty if a deviant killed one of her friends and would blame it solely on her. She’s very selfless and protective, she just wants to keep people safe from harm

Is basically sisters with Victorya, for me Gilgamesh and Thena didn’t strike me as romantic but more like platonic life partners, yknow? So her and Victorya look out for each other and love each other like siblings would and think of Gilgamesh and Thena as their mom and dad but like…not romantic

Victorya, Daughter of Thena

Is the only one with a different power than her parent, she has literal osmosis and can absorb information by touch. So she can hold a book and absorb all its information, or she can touch a surface and know what happened there

She’s very stoic and serious, extremely skilled and wise (obviously). She’s the teams brain, she’s studied war tactics for hundreds of years now. She’s the oldest of them all, her biological father was a gladiator from Ancient Rome so she does have the fighting spirit in her

She doesn’t talk very much, I may make her selectively mute as well. But her and Athanasia’s powers work extremely well together, so they come up with the plans while Nallah and Indra execute it

[softquietsteadylove]

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."