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grimalkinmessor · 6 months

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I keep thinking of a Mobrei soulmate AU to the tune of the fic Polarity by Writeous specifically where you have a soulmark but the TRUE bond is that whenever you share blood with your soulmate, you travel back in time to a time they needed support as an invisible phantom that can only interact with them—and I'm just picturing the first time Reigen and Mob swap blood to confirm and Reigen getting yeeted back into a chaotic nursery room in the middle of the night, tiny ???% Mob floating above his crib crying and wailing as his things fly around him at high speeds and his parents watch helplessly from the doorway. And Reigen, who literally probably learned about his tiny soulmate like ten minutes ago, considering—sighs and just scoops the wailing baby Mob out of the air and holds him. And, since ???% is the one awake, he can see Reigen and is able to interact with him more before Mob calms back down and wakes back up. By then, Mob's parents (why do we never get their NAMES) have kinda scolded themselves for not helping their own child and being afraid of him, enough that this became a moment his soulmate needed to step in, and they come in to take back over—thus Reigen's first big change to Mob's life.

Reigen, however, had a very different experience with his soulmate and is incredibly reluctant to activate the bond after they've confirmed it—because while Mob and everyone else thinks it's platonic, Reigen, who has experienced far more soulmate visits than Mob has at that point, knows that it isn't. But of course, like fate always does, circumstances have them activating the bond far more than he'd like. He's there, afterwards, for every moment Mob needs him, like a delayed memory.

Because he still remembers every time Mob was there for him, even if he doesn't know it yet.

#mobrei #reimob #swappable #soulmate au #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #kageyama shigeo #mob #time travel #eating my couch cushions going insane #i think about this. so often. SO often.#bc reigen grew up in love with his soulmate #practically grew up WITH him bc the first time a ten yo reigen feels his soulmate mob is eleven #and from there he's with reigen through all his hard times and its v easy for him to convince himself that this is his SOULmate you know #like forever partner put a ring on it #but then more and more time goes by without them ever meeting in person and he gets more and more desperate and hopeless #and then theres the fact that once they meet reigen almost accidentally gives mob a(nother) complex w how much he protests bonding #AND the fact that while he still sees bits of mobs delayed present life in canon time reigen's own visits from future mob get VERY sparse #like he just needed the real mob for support and hes fine but mob has him and is not. fine. not at all #:')#idk i chew on this one a lot i gnaw on it and shake it in my teeth like a feral dog im nuts about it

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mothlau · 1 year

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modern wolfstar but sirius is a scam tarot reader at small town fairs (he got the cards from a thrift store for a few pounds, watched one video on how to read them and he decided it's his best shot at making some money to survive). cue the fair where he's working ends up in a small town from wales where, lo and behold, he keeps pulling the moon and the death card for everyone. a small child that can't be older than 5? they get the death card. an old lady who wanted to know how her tomatoes will do this summer? death.

now, sirius does know that the death card means new beginnings and it's not as bad as it seems but everyone just starts calling him names and his clientele lessens by the day because everyone finds out about his cards and how he's the bringer of death (literally no one died since he got there so he finds the new nickname a bit overkill).

he's too worried about his scamming abilities though. he just can't shake the weird feeling he gets when he pulls moon out again, even after he takes the damn card out of his pack because he's sick of seeing it (he leaves the death card in because he does find it funny)

but then, on the night before the full moon, when he's just getting ready to pack his cards and cheap props and call it a day, a farmer comes to get a reading. he's still in his overalls because he came straight from the farm here to check out the card reader who the villagers keep saying is predicting deaths on the full moon to see what the fuss is about.

sirius is smitten as soon as the farmer opens his mouth, but imagine his surprise when he hears that he's been slowly making people fear him again, after he just convinced them that he's a kind guy. and imagine his bigger surprise when the cute farmer with hay stuck in his hair and mud on his overalls tells him he's a werewolf.

#my man would be stressed because hello??? what do you mean a werewolf buddy im a SCAM!!!!#meanwhile remus is patiently waiting for him to calm down so that they can make a plan on how to clear this up #because believe it or not #its hard making business when people think you wanna kill their 5 yo child and their tomatoes on the full moon #he just wants to tend to his sheep #sell milk and make cheese hes not asking for too much #somewhere along the way sirius realises oh maybe im not such a scam after all whoops #because i did just predict meeting my soulmate through these thrifted cards hehe #and the old ladys tomatoes did die in the end but thats because the soil wasnt optimal for them and instead she started planting #*spins the wheel* pumpkins and my god they thrived #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #wolfstar au #wolfstar fic #harry potter #marauder era

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messrsbyler · 2 years

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hi!

a prompt for your 13 hour trip (that sounds absolutely horrid my condolences go out to you): wills pov during the rain fight

OR either will or mike pov kindergarten swingset thjngie

OR (part 2) byler date at the arcade

~🪱

hi! i chose mike and will meeting in the swings bc i been WANTING to write this scene since so long and this was the perfect moment! thank you for the prompt!!

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i never saw you coming (and i’ll never be the same)

There was a kid in the swings.

Mike watched him from afar. Around him, mothers came and went, picking up their kids, asking how their first day had gone and kissing their rosy cheeks saying how much they’d missed them. The kids thrashed, trying to get away while laughing, and then went on an excited description of everything that had happened and all the new friends they had made.

Whenever that happened, Mike chose to scoot a little to the side, grabbing the laces of his backpack and pouting at the ground. He shifted his feet, kicking stones and pretending he didn’t hear the giggles.

Mike’s day had been bad, he thought with a frown. He still didn’t understand why he had to leave bed so early in the morning when he had never had to before. It was dumb! He hated school and didn’t want to come back. He would tell his mom. He would pout and whine and even cry if he had to. Whatever it took, Mike wasn’t coming back to school ever again!

His mom had lied to him. Mike sniffed and dried the snoot coming from his nose with a fist. She had said Mike would make a lot of new friends, but he hadn’t. Kids were… weird. They were loud, annoying, and not interested in Mike. But that didn’t matter. Mike wasn’t interested in them either.

He sniffed again and risked a look around. Mike’s frown deepened when he didn’t find his mom around. The teacher, Ms. Stacey, had asked Mike to stay behind when the class ended to say Mike’s mom had called and said she would be a little late to pick Mike up. But Mike still expected his mom to show up soon so they could leave and he could go back to his room, the place he shouldn’t have left this morning.

But his mom wasn’t there. Mike scowled again.

Didn’t Nancy have a thing today? Nancy always had things in school. Mike’s sister was really smart, or so Mike’s mom said. Mike thought she was just annoying with her dolls and tea parties she forced Mike to be part of.

Mike’s little fists clenched a bit more around his backpack. Nancy this, Nancy that. She was cool, sometimes, when she wasn’t being annoying, that is. Right now, Nancy was being annoying making Mike’s mom be late to pick him up.

There were only a few more kids left now, all of them looking nervously around, stretching to their tiptoes and trying to spot their parents’ car, gathering together and chatting a little.

Mike kept looking around as he kicked another stone. And that’s when he saw him. A kid in the swings.

Unlike the rest, he wasn’t looking around. His eyes were casted to the ground, fingers curled around the chains and yellow backpack looking too big in his little body. The next thing Mike noticed was that this kid was… alone. Just like Mike.

Mike tilted his head. Why wasn’t he looking for his mom?

More people appeared around Mike. More kids got picked up and other kids, older than Mike, poured out of school. The place was getting packed and Mike’s stomach was twisting in a knot. He stole another glance at the kid in the swings and made a beeline for the swings. He pushed through the people, scowling when he got pushed, shoving his way through.

A little struggle later, Mike stood next to the swings. His feet scraped on the loose earth, but still, the kid never looked up at him.

Quietly, Mike stepped closer and sat on the free swing next to the kid. The blue one. He gripped the chains and lifted his eyes back to the parking lot. More and more kids kept exiting the building. It was getting a bit loud, and Mike was glad he decided to step aside.

His eyes flipped to the kid. He was short, with straight hair falling on his forehead in a straight line across his brows. Mike kicked another stone and frowned at his feet. His belly felt funny, and Mike didn’t understand why. He clenched his fists until the chains bit her palms and he looked up again.

Mike didn’t like other kids, that’s something he had realised today. They made Mike feel small, even when they were all pretty much the same height, with their frantic eyes and loud voices. But this kid… this kid wouldn’t even look up at Mike.

He looked… lonely. Just like Mike.

Mille chewed on his lip, breathed in, and turned to look at the kid.

“Hi!” He said.

The kid tensed on the other swing. After a few seconds of hesitation, he finally looked up. Their eyes met.

Something weird happened then. Mike… smiled. He hadn’t smiled once throughout the day, mostly scowling and pouting, waiting to be back home so he wouldn’t have to hear about this school nonsense ever again. But there, in the swing, Mike couldn’t help the way his mouth stretched. It was small, and shy, but real and it felt good.

The kid didn’t smile back at Mike. His eyes were wide and pretty, not brown but not green, somewhere in the middle. Mike hadn’t seen a colour like that in someone’s eyes. He decided he liked it.

The wind blew, messing with their hair as they kept staring at each other.

“I’m Mike,” Mike said after a while. When the kid didn’t say anything, he asked, “What’s your name?”

The kid’s eyes flicked to the side then returned to Mike’s. “Uhm… I’m Will,” the kid said. His voice was soft and very quiet. Mike had to lean in a little to hear him.

Mike smiled a bit more and tilted his head. “Hi, Will.”

Finally, the kid smiled back. It was still hesitant and a bit wobbly, and he kept casting his eyes sideways. But he still smiled. Mike felt good about that.

“Hi, Mike.”

“Are you waiting for your mom?” He asked, pushing himself back and forth on the swing. His belly still felt weird, with little tickles that spread to his chest. Making friends was hard and a bit scary.

Will shook his head and some hairs caught on his lashes. He huffed and untangled them with a pout. Mike’s smile widened.

“No. Jonathan.”

Mike frowned. “Who?”

“My big brother. He… Uh… He was supposed to be here by now.” Will’s smile dimmed and he looked down again. “I think he had problems at school again,” Will whispered. He sounded worried and a bit sad.

Mike decided he didn’t like when Will sounded like that.

“Maybe he is just late,” he offered.

Will have a little shrug. “Maybe,” he mumbled quietly.

Mike pressed his lips together and wracked his brain trying to come up with something to say. All he knew is that he liked the way Will had smiled at him before. It made Mike want to smile as well. He wanted that smile back.

“Oh!” He said, maybe too loud because Will flinched and recoiled a little in his swing. Mike tilted his head. “Sorry. But, look! Do you like dinosaurs?”

Mike didn’t wait for a response. He shrugged his backpack off and peeled it open. He shuffled through his notebook and markers, next to the lunch box he’d forced inside the backpack, and there it was. His blue brachiosaurus. Mike beamed and pull it out, chest swelling with excitement. His mom had said he couldn’t bring toys to school, but Mike had managed to sneak it inside his bag last minute while his mom prepared breakfast. Timly, the brachiosaurus, never left Mike’s side. It was his favorite toy, and Mike hadn’t wanted to leave it behind.

He showed it to Will and was more than pleased to see the surprise in Will’s face.

“This is Timly,” Mike said.

“Timly?” Will mumbled in awe.

Mike nodded. “He’s my favorite one. Do you like it?”

Will nodded then, and Mike smiled. “Timly is a brachiosaurus. See the long neck? That’s how I know.”

“Oh.”

“Wanna hold it?” Mike offered it to Will. Again, Will hesitated. Mike was noticing that’s a thing he did a lot. “It’s okay. You can take it.”

Will did with a delicate touch, small fingers handling the plastic toy as if it was made of glass. Apparently, that was also a thing Will did a lot. Where the rest of the kids were loud and a bit rough, Will was quiet and soft, his curious eyes doing most of the talking for him.

“It’s really pretty,” Will said and then blushed. Mike tilted his head and Will blushed more. “Sorry.”

Mike frowned. “Why?”

“Pretty isn’t a boy’s word.”

“Says who?”

The sad expression returned to Will’s eyes. He put Timly in his lap and ran his fingertips across his neck. “My dad,” he whispered. “He doesn’t like it when I talk like that.”

“Why not?”

Will shrugged and made himself even tinier in the swing. “He says queers talk like that.”

“Oh, uhm… What’s that?”

“What?”

“What you said. A queer.”

Will looked up to Mike with his no so green and not so brown eyes. “I don’t know. Something bad.”

“Bad?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. My dad says it’s bad.”

Mike pondered on this. “Bad like… broccoli bad?”

Will shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Hmm.” Mike stared at Timly and shrugged as well. “Well, I think Timly is very pretty too.” He offered a smile. Will watched him with wide eyes, the red in his cheeks flaring. “I guess we are both bad now.”

After a second, something incredible happened. Will chuckled. It wasn’t a full laugh, but the sound that came from him was so… so pretty and louder than Will’s usual mumbling and whispering. Mike liked it. Mike wanted to hear it again, just because he already knew he could make Will sound like that.

“Hey, Will?” Mike waited until Will looked at him. The tickles in his belly returned, but he pushed them back with a soft smile. “Do you wanna be my friend?”

Another gust of wind ruffled their hair.

Will beamed at Mike and this time his smile was a little wider and a little fuller. It made Mike’s chest swell with pride. Will didn’t look so nervous around him anymore.

“I… I would like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Mike smiled. “Okay! Cool.”

Will nodded, looking down at Timly. “Cool,” he said back.

Just then a honk broke through the voices of the other kids and reached Mike’s eyes. He turned to the parking lot and saw his mom’s car there, with Nancy and her friend in the backseats. His mom honked at him again and waved through the window, telling him to come.

Mike pouted. He wanted to stay with Will for a bit more.

“That’s my mom,” Mike said.

“Oh.” Will sounded as disappointed as Mike felt. “Okay.” He silently handed Timly back.

Mike reached to take his toy, but stopped his hand midair. He looked up at Will. “You keep him.”

Will’s brows shoot upward. “But… but it’s yours!”

“You can give it to me tomorrow!” Mike hopped off the swing. “Timly can keep you company while you wait for your big brother.”

Will stared at Mike with wide eyes and then slowly nodded. “Okay.”

Mike smiled. “Okay, good. See you tomorrow, Will!”

“See you tomorrow, Mike!”

Mike kept glancing back as he made his way to the car and then when he climbed it. He kneel on the seat to get a last look at Will. He was still in the swings, and he was smiling at Timly. Mike noticed… he didn’t look lonely anymore and Mike… he didn’t feel it either.

“Mike, sit down and put your seatbelt on,” his mom said.

“Yeah, Mike. Put your seatbelt on!” Nancy echoed from the back seat.

Mike rolled his eyes, something he had seen his dad do multiple times when his mom talked, and obliged. The car engine purred under him and the car started moving. Mike shoot a last look through the window, keeping an eye on Will until his mom turned and he lost sight of Will behind the houses and trees. He settled back on his seat and sighed.

“So,” Mike’s mom started. “How was your first day, sweety?”

Mike beamed at the window, eyes still trained where Will should be behind the row of houses. “Good,” he said, thinking about the quiet kid in the swings holding his favorite toy. “I made a new friend today.”

#imagine meeting your soulmate for the first time #i adore them and i adore how they met and chose each other and ARGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #byler #byler ficlet #byler fic #byler ao3 #byler tumblr #mike x will #my ficlets

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o-l-d97 · 6 months

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“And that, folks is how I met my wife.”

Hardrock Roxy’s been in the Plex for less than half a hour and wasted no time in trying her luck with the nearest person she sees. Which unfortunately happens to be the sweet-natured, slightly ditzy chicken who made the mistake of walking around a corner.

#fnaf security breach #roxannewolf #glamrock chica #fnaf au #fnaf comic #hardrock roxanne #roxy #roxy without her jacket is relentlessly lesbian and i cant handle it #how i met my soulmate #this is literally their first meeting

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darlingvita · 6 months

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i’m moving in with my butch in a few months, this year is turning into the craziest yet

#how has any of this happened omg #me thinking i was gonna die alone vs meeting my soulmate and being happier than ever in my relationship #😍#k.txt

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Secret Lovers AU???

Heyyy

I just wanted to know if you could write an AU where Thena and Gil have to keep their relationship a secret? In this AU I imagine that Arishem is Thena’s father, and he is very controlling. He keeps Thena in the house all day and has decided that on her 25th birthday she will be wed to Kro. Thena hates this

(Bc she’s already in love with Gilgamesh, Duh)

And she has to sneak out the house to see Gil.

So what do you think?

Tysm Byeeeee 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

"Delivery!"

"Gil!" Thena rushed to the windows, opening them fully for him to climb in and onto her window bench. "I told you not to come tonight."

He just smiled at her, setting down his picnic basket and pulling down the hood of his jacket. "Yeah, but that's when I know you need me the most."

"I thought Father took the lattice down," she frowned as she helped him into her room.

"Yeah, but Karun did us a solid and left the ladder out for me," he chuckled, completely unbothered by her father's efforts to keep them apart. Not that he knew that Gil used it to sneak in. He thought Thena used it to sneak out.

If he knew Gil used it to sneak into her room at night, he would sooner burn down the whole estate.

Gil had been using it for years, though, even when they were just children, whispering about books on Thena's roof under the stars. He had scaled the wall lattice as a pre-teen just trying to get to know his rich and mysterious neighbour. As a teenager, working up the nerve to ask Thena if she'd ever had a boyfriend before. He had scaled that lattice and recited the speech he had memorised from Romeo and Juliet, just to get told that it wasn't exactly Shakespeare's most romantic, despite popular belief.

She had kissed him anyway, though.

"Hey," he smiled, leaning in and kissing her gently. He ran his hands down her arms, "I know you're scared."

She sighed, plunking her forehead onto Gil's chest, laughing when she felt the traces of leaves and bristles from the ivy leaves. "He won't give up on this 'Kro' business, you know. He's determined to marry me off to that monster."

"That won't happen, baby, I promise," Gil attempted to assuage her worries, rubbing her back over her satin robe.

She shook her head, "we got in another fight about it. That's why I told you not to come; if he gets even the slightest idea you're here, he'll have me shipped to the Antarctic."

Gil shrugged, holding her by the waist, "I'd still visit you. Wouldn't have to climb a lattice to do it, either."

She laughed, toying with the strings of his sweatshirt hood. "You shouldn't have to, though."

"I would anyway."

"Gil," Thena insisted, looking up at him, her in bare feet and him still wearing his heavy steel toed boots. "I mean it. I thought now that we were graduated he would have let this go, but-"

But Arishem had only pushed even harder for Thena to form an alliance with his chosen protege and CEO-to-be.

"What did he say?" Gil asked her softly, guiding her to sit with him on the plush window seat, where they'd spent some of the most important moments of their lives, by this point.

She sighed, wilting against Gil's side. "On my 25th birthday he'll announce our engagement to his associates and the whole world. And if I don't go through with it, he'll disown and ex-communicate me completely from the family."

Gil scowled, "that's a bit harsh, hon. I know your dad's a psycho, but we were pretty sure he wouldn't actually kick you out, right?"

She sighed even more heavily, her shoulders dragging down so far it hurt. "Apparently, I thought wrong."

"Oh, Thena," Gil made a sympathetic face, which was all it took for Thena to move closer, clinging to him. He held her just the way she liked. "I'm sorry."

Perhaps she hadn't been hoping that he would suddenly change his mind on things. But was it so foolish to think that he would want his daughter in his life in some way? And he still didn't know anything about her and Gil, and she intended to keep it that way for Gil's safety.

"I shouldn't be surprised," she conceded quietly as Gil pulled her into his lap. "Father has never hesitated to choose his work over me before. I just thought...I thought for once-!"

Gil kissed her temple, "I know, honey, it's okay."

Was it, though? Not that she had any intention of going through with marrying Kro, but her father was far more powerful than she cared to admit. Even if she didn't want to go into the same line of work, she wasn't sure there was any field of society where she could be guaranteed safety from him.

"Hey," Gil whispered again, tipping her chin back to him. "What do you wanna do?"

Thena sniffed, pressing her tears into his shirt and then shaking them off. "I'm not marrying that cretin."

"Great start, babe," he chuckled, and even got a smile for his efforts. He brushed the last of her tears away, "what else?"

Thena inhaled, trying to wrap her mind around things. "I have my own job prospects, although I'm afraid I wouldn't be surprised if Father was capable of rescinding those, given his influence. I might have to start over, maybe even...somewhere new."

This was her most dreaded reality.

They had always known her father would never let her so much as be alone in a room with him, even as children. It was against all odds they had managed to steal what time they did. They had faced being in different classes in school. They had faced Thena's extracurriculars and Gil getting a part time job to help support his family. They had faced her going into university and Gil starting trade school.

They had even faced her being entrapped into a date set up by Kro and her father.

"Okay, where would you want to go?" Gil asked gently. Despite his smiles and joking tones, he was serious. Because wherever she went, he would follow.

"Gil," she shook her head, new tears arising. "Your mom and Sersi are here, you can't move just because I'm getting thrown out."

"They know I'd go anywhere for you."

Thena smiled against his lips as he kissed her again. For all her father's efforts not to let any love into her life, she had been able to sneak Gil her heart, and he had kept it safe for her ever since.

"Really, Thena, you say the word and I'll pick you up, we can go to Mom's until we figure something out," he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. His tone was light, but his hand on hers was solid. "You don't have to be scared of him, honey."

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not scared of Father, or Kro."

"That's my girl," he winked at her.

Her smile faded slowly, but it did eventually. She squeezed his hands, "But I am scared to not be with you, Gil. And if Father has me thrown out and cuts off all my accounts?--I struggle to think of how far I would have to go just to find a firm willing to let me intern."

Gil tilted his head at her, letting himself smile again. "You say that like you like being rich."

She rolled her eyes again. She hated when he called her 'rich'.

"You already don't use any of that money you have hidden away," Gil shrugged. It was him who had told her that if she took out a little at a time in cash and stashed it away that she could use it without him knowing about it. "So, take what you can and get outta here. He's gonna kick you out anyway so just...come with me."

Thena stared at his outstretched hand. How many times had she dreamed of this?--Gil offering to help her run away from her father and her gilded cage of a home. The delusional and romantic notion of running away with the boy she loved (now the man she loved).

"You're your own woman, Thena, you don't need his name, or his money, or anything!" Gil urged, eager to pull her spirits out of the pit he could see her spiralling into in real time. "I always knew you'd be a badass lawyer, whether he wanted you to or not!"

Oh, Father wanted her to be lawyer, but one that would make good money. He wanted her to be a corporate lawyer, or even a criminal defense. Not a divorce lawyer who worked pro-bonos all the time.

She shook her head, "I'm just done law school, Gil. I haven't even taken the bar, yet."

"Which you'll nail!" he shrugged like it was nothing at all. "I always knew you would, and your dad knows you will, too. That's why he wants you to marry that creep! Because you're too badass on your own and you could take him any day of the week."

"I do not want anything to do with either of them," she shook her head and pulled her robe tighter around herself. She looked around her room, immaculately cleaned for her, full of expensive clothes picked for her. It was a very personalised hotel room, as far as she was concerned. "I should pack."

"I'll help you."

"It's okay," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "You came for a date, not to help me uproot my life."

"Actually," he chuckled as she stood and went to her desk. "I came after you told me not to, because I knew my girlfriend needed me."

She attempted to contain her smile but couldn't. She loved it when he called her his girlfriend.

"And because I will always be right here, babe," he finished more softly, kissing her hair as she collected up what little of her possessions she actually cared about. "You wanna leave tonight, we'll go. We can go anywhere, do anything. I'll go downstairs and fight your dad bare handed if you want me to."

She gave Gil a dry look. He was big, and strong in every sense of the word, but her father was like an eldritch horror out of a fantasy book.

"Okay, fine," he conceded, pulling out the bag she'd used to sneak herself over to his house plenty of times before. "What else do you need?"

She shoved her work materials into the bag. Her textbooks she could access online, and it wasn't like she could keep them physically after the bar, anyway. She bundled up her laptop and phone charger. "Just the stuff in the top drawer."

Gil unceremoniously opened her dresser and shoved everything from the top shelf in. "We can get you new stuff, too. You know how mom loves to go shopping with you."

Thena smiled; Gil's family always felt more loving than even her most fond memories of her father. "Yes, she does."

"Cash?"

She turned and smiled. Gil had no discomfort with the idea that he was going into carpentry and contracting while she came from an ivory tower. As far as he was concerned, she could rob her father for all he was worth and then be happy to sneak cheap snacks into a movie for a date. "Underwear drawer."

"Ooh!"

"Gilgamesh," she drawled, needing to remind him to grab what was necessary, and not whatever of hers was his favourite.

"Feels kind of exciting, right?" he grinned at her as she zipped the main section of the bag closed, including the cash that could keep her comfortable while she was literally finding her footing. "Like we're running away together?"

"Well," she raised her brows at him as she grabbed her hairbrush, "we are, aren't we?"

"Always said we would," he whispered before kissing her again. "You wanna put something else on or go like this?"

"And climb down that ladder in this?" she scoffed, gesturing to her silky little night dress, "no."

"Aw," Gil faked pouting before laughing, "I'd carry you down if you wanted me to."

"I know you would," she answered from her walk-in closet. She truly wouldn't miss anything from in here. Anything of hers that she liked and Gil liked was in that top dresser drawer, for all the other times she had left in the night like this.

Karun had helped them many, many times before.

"Okay," Gil smiled as she stepped out in a perfectly normal looking white sundress. "Ready?"

"Ready," she nodded, her resolve continuing to firm up with everything they packed. She looked up, "what?"

Gil shook his head, setting the bag down, "you look beautiful."

How she loved him. Thena smiled down at her feet shyly before slipping on the sandals she kept hidden in here. They were her only decent walking shoes. "Okay, let's go."

"Hey, you need one more thing."

"What?" Thena blinked, going over everything they'd packed. She had been planning this escape in the back of her mind for years, she was absolutely certain she wasn't forgetting anything. She looked at Gil.

He smiled at her, equal parts terror and excitement. His hands were shaky as he reached into his pocket and knelt down in front of her. He pulled out the ring box, gulping. "You'll need this."

#Thenamesh AU #I hope you like it my dearest #I know how patiently you've waited #I loved this idea so much #so star crossed lovers I can't stand it #it's giving childhood friends #it's giving friends to lovers #it's giving soulmates #young Thena meets young Gil because he snuck into her yard to pick from the apple tree by her house #Father says not to talk to strangers but he's so sweet #and she's never been allowed to have a friend ever #unless Father picked them #she and Gil like adventure books and books about stars #she's never been allowed to meet a real boy before #and they're inseparable #They become teens and Gil finds out he likes girls and oopsie he's deeply in love with his best friend #he continues to sneak over and he starts to wonder if she likes him too #he memorises that whole speech and Thena is like that play is really depressing and gross and weird #but she loved it anyway #and she kisses him half out of her window under a full moon #everything Gil's ever given her is either already hidden away #or she makes him keep it at his house so her father doens't find and take it #did someone say elopement? I thought I heard elopement #I really do hope you like it darling!

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