#Gil is out here wondering if Thena has feelings for him
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For the Doctor AU
5 times Gil tried to tell her he wants more and one time he finally get to tell her馃憖
This time, he thinks.
He slept over last night--not like that, though. They have yet to do anything intimate outside of the hospital. But he likes sleeping over at Thena's whether they make love or not. Because he likes being with her.
That's what he's been trying to tell her, at least, but they always end up not talking about that. They talk about work, and their days, and whatever they're watching while they eat takeout. And maybe they end up making out a little bit.
He has yet to manage to ask her out in any proper way.
Part of him is a little worried she doesn't want that--just wants to be friends. But he also knows Thena, and he knows she feels what he does (or at least something akin to it). Because he can see it in her eyes when they're drifting off on her couch, or when they kiss, or when he calls her his 'wife' when they're at work.
"Coffee?"
"Fuck yes," Gil answers instantly, and they both laugh as she offers him his mug. It's not just a mug, it's his mug. He has a couple of things that are his here at her place.
Thena sighs into her own cup of coffee pod 'vanilla latte'. As if they're not going to get some from the coffee kiosk at the hospital as soon as they get to work, anyway.
Gil watches her hold her hair back as she tips the mug back to chug it in her haste. She's so impatient it's a wonder she ever became a doctor. She's also cute.
Thena blinks as he pushes her hair behind her ear for her. Her mug is empty now, although she looks into the bottom of it to keep herself from looking at him.
Gil moves his fingers down her jaw so he can tip her chin up, slowly and gently. He leans down, kissing her, morning coffee breath and all. She leans into it, happily kissing him back on the tips of her toes.
She deepens the kiss, looping her arms around his neck and leaning into him more. He receives her, his arms around her lithe waist. Their tongues swipe against each other and their different mixes of coffee blend together.
"Fuck!"
Thena sinks back to her heels as she rips her beeper off her hip with a fury. She huffs, "I'm already on my way, they can't wait fifteen minutes?"
"What is it?" he asks, although his disappointment is also evident in his face and tone.
"Nothing too bad, but the trauma surgeon from upstairs is stuck in a procedure and the children are panicking." She looked up at him with an apologetic smile, tossing her mug in the sink and reaching for her backpack, "sorry, Ajak needs me."
He shakes his head with a smile, leaving half of his coffee in his mug on the counter and following her out the door, "duty calls."
Okay, maybe this time.
"Hey, Thena-"
"A bit busy, here, chap."
Gil blinks at the acerbic reception. Eros has never liked him, although he's not sure if it's a surgeon thing, or if he's just a little stuck up or what. "Sorry."
"Gil," Thena nods him in though, over to her side as she looks at the x-rays they have spread out.
Eros glares at him the whole time.
"Patient is late 50s, has thin blood, we've got what might be the beginning of a heart murmur on scans," she runs through the details, pointing to the chest x-rays as needed.
"And if I open him up within the week," Eros interjects eagerly, clicking the pen from his white coat pocket. "I can have that taken care of."
Gil makes a face.
"Exactly," Thena pats the back of her hand against where his shoulder meets his chest (right over his heart).
Eros raises a brow, but he doesn't have any of his unpleasant attitude for Thena, it seems.
"I mean," Gil shrugs, but Thena encourages him to go on, despite the surgeon in the room mentally willing him to shut his damn mouth. He slips his hands in his hoodie pockets, "do we really wanna open up someone at this age just for a murmur?"
Thena turns to Eros with her arms crossed, obviously vindicated, "see?"
Eros manages a smile for the lady (which is more than he managed for Gil, that's for sure). "A pacemaker is not a guarantee, my dear. It is a temporary solution that could be solved with a heart stint."
"I don't know, man," Gil continues to argue, not that anyone asked him. Eros makes it very clear that no one asked for him to go on, but Thena leans closer to him, and that's all he needs for support. "The recovery from even a simple surgery is tough."
"And poking around an old man's aorta is needlessly risky," Thena ads, moving her crossed arms to put her hands on her hips. "We can insert a pacemaker endoscopically and have him home in 48 hours."
Eros sighs, but maybe he's not up for being teamed on because he gives up on his argument. He gives Thena a little smile, "most people who call me for a consult want my opinion."
Thena doesn't even glance at it, still focused on the case at hand. "I wanted a second opinion, and it happened to be yours."
"You really know how to shatter an ego, don't you?" Gil looks at Eros, wondering if he's imagining the flirtatious tone he's using. Is he?
"Egos don't fall under the umbrella of emergency medicine," she sasses right back at him as she collects up the chest x-rays and scans. She knows what she needs to, "therefore: not my problem."
Eros practically swoons in her direction, "careful, Thena. You'll break some hearts with that attitude."
"Well then I'll send them your way," she mutters, and it's really making small talk so she can leave and get back to her patient.
But Gil can see how one might mistake it for returning a playful jab. He looks at Eros, who now has heart eyes for all the world to see. Gil wonders if it's been like this the whole time--if he's always been this way with her.
Has Eros not liked him this whole time because he has a thing for Thena?
"Thanks for your time," Thena mutters, now eager to return to her patient with both good news and having been proven right (two of her favourite things as a doctor).
"Adieu, my lovely," Eros practically sighs.
Okay, buddy, take it down a notch. Gil tries not to give him a funny look as he opens the door for Thena and follows her out.
This time was promising.
That is, until Ajak swept Thena's arm into hers and all but dragged her into the closest bar to the hospital. Thena had managed to grab the corner of his hoodie and pull him along.
Now he's the official drink watcher, four different cocktails gathered under him like ducklings hiding from a hawk. It's not so bad, he supposes. He is sitting down after a long day, and one of these drinks is Thena's.
She's not nearly as into it as the other Emerge staff who followed them, but for Ajak's sake, she's here, and she's doing her best to have a good time. She's had half of a single vodka cran, while Ajak is somehow on her sixth tequila shot and hasn't even blinked.
"Nurses are a different breed."
Gil smiles as she sits down right next to him, watching as Ajak finds new victims to dance with her. Indeed, the other night nurses swarm around her, all of them dancing out the strife of their unreasonable working hours.
Thena reaches under him for the rest of her drink. "Sorry."
He looks at her, surprised as she sheepishly takes a sip from the dinky little cocktail straw in her glass.
"I've blown off Ajak ten times for every one, now, but-" she sighs, giving him her cutest pout and with those big, beautiful eyes of hers (unfair). "I didn't want to come without you."
"Hey, I'm not allergic to a drink after work," he chuckles, and sees the relief on her face straight away (she's more of a lightweight than she thinks she is). He motions around his brood of drinks, "besides, I'm here on important business."
She laughs, and he loves that sound. "Yes, you are taking up a very important vigil for us."
Gil shrugs, looking down at the drinks getting more watery by the second in the warmth of the bar. None of them are his; he opted to be the designated driver in case everyone - including his work wife - wanted to get drunk. "I don't mind."
Thena leans closer to him in her seat; he does the same. "I knew you wouldn't. I guess the girls felt the same."
Gil grins at her, "should I take that as a compliment, or that they don't see me as an eligible bachelor?"
Jokes aside, Thena looks at him, "are you?"
Gil looks at her too, gulping down the bait eagerly, "am I?"
Thena shifts in her seat, looking down at her pathetic single shot drink again. She tugs at the 3/4 sleeves of her white sweater. "W-Well-"
"Gil!"
He only looks at Ajak for a second, but he can see that look in her eye. He shakes his head, "no!"
"Gil," she sing-songs to him again, swaying her way over to him.
"No, no, no," he shakes his head more fervently, leaning closer to Thena for protection, "I'm the drink watcher."
"Thena's here now," Ajak waves off as she reaches to drag him up by the hoodie. She sinks her claws into him before looking at Thena, "you don't mind if we steal him, do you?"
He looks at her, pleading for help.
Thena laughs, "all yours."
He pouts at her as Ajak drags him to the circle of other night nurses shouting their glee, "betrayed by my own wife!"
Okay, this isn't a great time, he'll admit that.
Thena is in the field with him and Kingo. They got a call for a car accident with more injured than just he and Kingo could handle. Kingo is driving while she's in the back of the bus with him.
"That's quite a few," Thena mutters as she looks over the details sent by the dispatchers. It's at least two cars worth. "Why are there so many?"
"It was a kid in his 20s who called it in," Gil adds, leaning over her shoulder, "maybe there's more than five of them per car."
Thena huffs, snapping on some gloves with a particular fury, "kids."
As soon as the doors are open, they hear the screech of brakes and the crunch of metal against metal.
Gil looks down at her. She's wincing. "Thena?"
She shakes her head; she's shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her leg is bothering her.
"Hey," Gil whispers, bending slightly to look at her. He moves in front of her, blocking off the sight of the crash (that just seems to be getting worse and worse). "Hey, it's me."
She looks at him then, and he can see that she's trying to keep a grip on herself.
He still thinks about that night--finding her pinned under that car. He still wonders if it would have happened at all if he had been by her side.
"Thena," he calls to her, pulling her eyes until they can lock onto his. He leans close to her, "just focus on me."
She nods faintly, her rapid breathing just starting to slow.
"That's it," he whispers, doing what he can to offer her shelter in the middle of the chaos that's already around them. "Just breathe."
She does so. If anything it sounds like it's hard for her to do, at the moment.
"I'm right here, baby," he whispers, letting his lips brush over her forehead. If he could sweep her into his arms and cuddle and kiss her better, he would. But this isn't the place, and it certainly isn't the time. "Just focus on me."
Thena gives her head one more shake, her ponytail flailing behind her. She sniffs back the beginning of tears and nods.
"Yeah?" he asks, giving her a long look to determine if she can do this or if she needs to tap out and call for someone else.
"Yeah," she nods. She's not her usual self, but even on an off day, she's more than strong enough to handle this. She snaps her gloves again and looks towards the wreckage--now complete with a third car in the pileup, "yeah."
"Okay," Gil whispers, following her lead as she runs to assist Kingo.
This time is at least better than last time.
The day hasn't been too bad. Thena's part way through a 24 hour shift while he's at the tail end of an 18-er. They're stealing what little rest they can in an on-call room.
And he does mean rest. Thena was already asleep when he found her and he crawled into bed with her less than two hours ago. He dozed off for a little bit and now he's just watching her.
She is so beautiful.
She doesn't wear makeup, because why would she in this line of work? Maybe she has mascara or something, but he's pretty sure that's just how lovely she is, all on her own. Her skin is flushed from sleep, and the hair curtained around her cheeks is mussed from tossing and turning.
How he loves her.
Thena turns over from being the little spoon. She always turns over so violently in her sleep--she doesn't just roll over, she turns and jerks and kicks. It's cute, though.
Gil rubs her back as she snuggles into him. This is an old song and dance for them, now. He sighs as he smells vanilla. She's using a new shampoo. She's been really into vanilla as of late.
"Gil," she sighs, but that doesn't mean she's awake.
He kisses her forehead, "honey?"
"Gil," she purrs again, stretching against him like a cat and pushing her nose into his shoulder. She giggles a little.
God, she'll be the death of him. He tickles her cheek with the back of his finger, "you awake, sweetie?"
"Hm," she groans, and that's Thena awake. She would never willingly be so adorable when she's conscious enough to feel embarrassed. "How long?"
He looks at his watch, "three-ish?--maybe four?"
"Not bad," she grumbles, going limp again after her stretching. She yawns against his shirt, and the heat of her breath makes the rest of him shiver. Her hand grasps at his hoodie, pulling it more over her. "You?"
"Maybe an hour or two," he whispers, pulling her closer and letting her steal all of his warmth that she wants.
She sighs, finally looking up at him. She blinks slowly, because everything about her is lazy and reluctant when she first wakes up in the morning.
She kisses him first this time. But he's all too happy to kiss her back, lips meeting lips in the silent on-call room. He can still hear the bustle of the of the hospital outside, but in here, it's just him and Thena.
Thena whimpers as he kisses her a little more firmly. "There's no time."
"I know," he whispers back. It doesn't stop him.
She doesn't stop either, letting her tongue slide against his, morning breath aside. Her hand tangles into his and she arches her back slightly, knocking her dainty little shoulder against his meaty one.
"Thena," he whispers, and it comes out a little rough. His watch beeps and she rolls her eyes. "I told you there was no time."
"Fine, go," she flops onto the on-call bed again as if he's dropped her from six feet up.
He chuckles, kissing the corner of her lips, "sorry, sweetheart. Next time."
"Hm," she crosses her arms at him as he climbs over her to get out of bed. She rolls over into his spot, "leave the hoodie."
"And where is yours?" he asks, even as he's pulling off his work hoodie to leave it for her.
"At home," she answers shamelessly, even reaching out for the garment with grabby fingers.
Gil does her one better, laying it over her preciously and leaning down to kiss her cheek, "fine, but I only get so many of these, y'know."
"Hm," she doesn't reply, inhaling as she pulls the hood up to her chin, "go, you're needed."
He chuckles on his way out the door, "I'm gonna get jealous of that thing."
"Don't," she at least looks at him before he leaves, "it's not as warm as you."
Maybe he should just give up.
He's not some pining schoolboy, desperate to hold her hand in the hallway. He likes what they have, and he liked it even before the sex. She will always be enough for him.
He catches the increasingly familiar scent of vanilla as she sits down with her coffee. He looks at her, a pen behind her ear and vanilla latte in her hand and crumbs of power bar on her lip.
She doesn't even blink as he wipes her crumbs away for her, "thanks."
"You're off in 10, right?" he guesses, still taking her in carefully as she flips through charts.
"Mmhm," she confirms as she scribbles a truly horrendous signature on paper after paper. "You?"
"Same," he confirms. He tilts his head to look at her better, "vanilla again?"
"Hm," she brings the cup up to her lips. She's barely listening.
"You really like it suddenly, huh?"
"Well, you said-"
He looks at her more closely, and now she's aware of what she's said. She's aware of her mistake. He leans closer, and she looks away from him more. "I said what?"
"Nothing," she mumbles, trying to bury herself between the pages of charts.
"Nu-uh," he chuckles, even pulling the completed charts away from her. He tilts his head further down, catching her trying to avoid his eyes. "What did I say?"
She fidgets a little now that her hands are bereft of distraction. "You just...mentioned that you like it, is all."
He doesn't even remember it, he must have said it so casually, just in passing. He grins, "the vanilla lattes, the shampoo--the candle at your place?"
She huffs, obviously embarrassed, "and? I happen to like it too!"
Gil's smile continues to grow, which he knows isn't helping her feel less embarrassed. But he adores her--he loves this woman so much. He leans in, kissing her cheek, "aw, honey."
Thena squirms, pushing his face away from hers as colour rises in her cheeks, "ugh, it's not a big deal."
Gil lets her press her fingers to his lips, because even that's still a kiss. His heart is skipping around happily in his chest and he realises now is the time. "Hey."
She peeks at him anxiously, still blushing faintly, "hm?"
"I'm off," he begins and she nods at the obvious being pointed out. He gestures, "you're off."
She nods, still not getting it.
"You wanna...?"
She tilts her head at him, "get...food? My place or yours?"
He leans closer, and he catches that look she gets sometimes when he leans in close but doesn't do anything more. She looks flustered. "I was thinking...out."
"Out?"
"Out."
"Like," she blinks and looks away from him again, not that there's anywhere to go with them just sitting on a gurney parked by the elevators. "Go...out?"
He can lead his Thena to water, but he can't make her say it. He pulls her hand into his, clasping their fingers together, "like a date. What do you say?"
He asks it gently, and if she says no, he'll let it go completely. He'll never bring it up again. He might need a few days to lie around his apartment and listen to breakup ballads, but he'll never bring it up again.
Thena looks down at their hands, that lovely rouge coming back to her cheeks. She nods, and if he weren't watching her so closely, he might miss it. She swallows, "okay."
"Yeah?" he asks, and the Goddess of War refuses to meet his eye as she nods again, more clearly this time. "Dinner?"
She nods again, letting go of his hand and standing off the gurney. "I, uh, I'll need to-"
He just stares with a dumb grin as her hands flutter around her. He's pretty sure she means she has to get ready, although he'd be happy to go to a five star restaurant with her in scrubs. "Sure--I'll pick you up at home?"
She nods, holding her charts desperately as she makes it partway down the hall. "Right."
"Half an hour?" he suggests, enamoured with the sight of her nearly tripping as she finally turns away from him.
"An hour!"
She doesn't need all that time, but he supposes he can go home and shower and shave, throw on some cologne. Maybe he can pick up some flowers for her on his way. She likes roses.
Sixth time's the charm.
#Thenamesh Doctor AU#I love these idiots so much#idiots in love#work spouses at their finest#Gil is out here wondering if Thena has feelings for him#meanwhile Thena overheard Gil mention to Kingo that he likes the smell of vanilla#and goes and buys a candle and shampoo and replaces all her coffee pods at home with vanilla flavours#she doesn't have it bad you have it bad!#Ajak asks her if she's trying something new and she just avoids the whole ass question#poor Ajak has witnessed everything of course#and she knows#she doesn't have evidence but she knows#people who have been intimate aren't good at pretending they haven't been#not that these two weren't making ooey-gooey heart eyes at each other before anyway#also I have been wanting to bring in Eros more#I think it's hilarious that they are his villain origin story#and they have no idea#like he has been in love with Thena and she wouldn't be able to remember his last name for all the money in the world#he's out here seeing Gil as a rival and Gil is just like oh yeah Eros he doesn't like me but I don't know why#the man is madly in love with your wife sir
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I鈥檓 glad you liked the idea!! The result was so perfect and sweet as usual. Here鈥檚 another if you鈥檙e interested/have muse! Words: curiousity, animals, whispering
Gil gulped, trying to focus on plating more appetizers as the guests mulled about. For the most part, they were scattered around the rest of the sprawling estate, but some of them had gravitated towards the kitchen naturally out of eagerness for the next round.
And they kept whispering.
He couldn't make out what they were saying, of course, but Gil knew when he was being whispered about. He had grown up as a husky but strong boy who loved cooking, he was no stranger to feeling like an animal in a zoo. But the scrutinising glares of a couple dozen millionaires were more than enough to put him on edge.
He dabbed at some sweat on his forehead and heard a giggle behind him. He was glad he had the steam and stove and various other heat sources to blame for the flush in his skin. Clearing his throat, he turned with the platter in hand. "More hors d'oeuvres--canapes with cavier and brie crostini with blackberry and prosciutto."
"How delightful!"
"Wherever did Thena find a specimen like you?"
"I simply must get the recipe to my own chef!"
Gil just smiled, setting down the platter for them to maul at will. He slipped backwards, eager for the refuge of the inner kitchen again. When Thena had described this as a 'monsters' ball' of a soiree, she wasn't kidding.
She had warned him that the guests were technically allowed wherever they wanted to be, including his own space, as much as she wanted to discourage it. There were also warnings about how rude they could be, even if the words were polite, as well as not to let any of them subtly try to poach him from her.
As if that were possible; he had no desire to work for anyone but Thena.
Only a few more hours and it was over. Even if there were still guests lingering, Thena had made it very clear that he could leave after 11. It was pretty sweet, all things considered. It wasn't uncommon for the chef to be stuck there catering to everyone's desires until guests had left, and then clean up after everything too.
"Sir, the food is being received splednidly!"
"Jesus!" Gil cursed, gripping the pocket of his chef's jacket over his heart as Karun - yet again - materialised out of thin air. He glared at him, "dude!"
Karun just chuckled, though, not minding the casual speech in the least. "The Madam is the envy of all present, thanks to you and your recipes, sir. I have heard only glowing reviews throughout the party."
Well, no chef disliked hearing that. And if the guests weren't going to compliment him so honestly, then at least he could hear it from someone he trusted. They hadn't said anything bad of course, but even when they were saying nice things, he really felt like he couldn't believe anything any of them were saying.
"The Madam knew, of course. I have never heard her praise anything so highly as your food!"
Sometimes Gil really wondered if Karun exaggerated Thena's words, at all. She was just so quiet, so hard to read. It was hard to imagine her going on at length about...well, anything. And yet Karun made it sound like it was something she gushed about.
"Where is Thena?" Gil asked, even looking around in hopes of catching a glimpse of her bright blonde hair. He wiped his hands on the towel tossed over his shoulder. "I haven't seen her since the doors opened."
She had stopped by before getting ready, while he was still preparing everything. She had seemed a little nervous, actually, hovering around his prep work as if to procrastinate putting on her fancy dress and doing her hair.
"Ah, the Madam has many guests to entertain," Karun lamented, although still with the same immovable smile on his face. He straightened his bow tie. "Although, she did mention fetching something from the wine cellar."
"Huh," Gil murmured, still wiping his hands, mostly to occupy them with something. He didn't have anything on the fire currently, although he had considered that he could use some sparkling just to float on top of the personal panna cottas. "Maybe I'll see if she needs a hand with anything."
Gil walked down the stairs to the fancy underground wine cellar with heavy steps. He just needed a second wind to get through the rest of the evening. If he could have a little snack and push out the desserts then he would have a clear board. There were dressed up wait staff walking around with drinks and trays of his food anyway.
Maybe Karun had planned it, but Gil turned the corner and found Thena. She was seated on one of the crates yet to be unpacked, probably full of bottles that cost more than his whole salary. She was hunched over a little plate of food with her legs crossed, the slit of her dress exposing the length of them, while also pooling unceremoniously on the floor with her heels. Her hair was still pinned tightly at the back of her head, although he was guessing that the sparkly clip sitting beside her had been in it until she got down here.
She still looked gorgeous, although he had to admit he was more fond of the way she looked first thing in the morning, enjoying one of his omelettes.
"Oh," she looked up, not rushing to polish her appearance again. She rearranged her dress somewhat, starting to slip her stocking feet back into her shoes. "I was-"
"Hey, it's okay," he rushed. He could only assume she had taken off the high heels because her feet were killing her. "I won't tell."
She smiled at him, thankful for his secrecy. She did indeed slip her feet back to the tile floor, holding her rations preciously. "Did you come to escape them as well?"
"Escape them?"
She glanced upward in the direction of her own party, "the animals."
Gil snorted. He had certainly thought of them as such, but he hadn't exactly thought Thena did too. At least, not so literally. "I thought you knew at least some of them."
But she looked downtrodden, bordering on miserable. Gil immediately thought of the times in his life when he felt like a shy little outcast, sitting alone at lunch or being excluded from playing with others. "I suppose I am acquainted with a few of them. But this is largely a networking event. It is my turn to host it, nothing more."
He didn't exactly know everything about Thena's super fancy lifestyle. Actually, he knew very little about it. But he was confident in saying that she didn't ask for any of it, let alone like it. "Really sounds like more of a pain in the ass, than anything."
He usually didn't swear in front of Thena (his boss). Well, he didn't always talk in front of her at all. But she smiled again, her finger playing with a sprig of green onion that had tumbled off a canape. "I would have to agree."
Given that this was the most he and Thena had ever exchanged in terms of words or conversation, Gil decided to push further. He abandoned the search for champagne in favour of leaning against a stack of crates facing her. He slipped his hands in his pockets, although he immediately wondered if it was coming off as 'trying too hard'. "Is there anyone here you like at all?"
She looked up, stared him dead in the eyes, and said, "you."
Gil blushed.
Thena looked down at her lap again. She didn't rush to correct her statement, but her fidgeting with her plate increased as she brought her knees closer to her chest. "Not that I make for good company."
"What?" he laughed, hoping she would follow suit. "I'd rather be down here with you than up there, anyway."
She didn't quite take it as the compliment he intended, but she did look up again. Her lip set in a firm line, "have they been pestering you? I did attempt to make it clear that you were to be left to your work."
They had circled him like sharks observing a wounded dolphin. "I haven't really noticed them."
Thena scowled down at her beet cured salmon rosette. "Not one of them is of the mind to brush elbows with their own staff. I knew that your food would entice them into playing nice, but I did hope they would have some decorum."
He definitely got the impression that, while happy to sing his praises here and now, working for them was probably a nightmare. He would much rather be here with Thena, hiding from her own guests like ne'er do wells under the bleachers.
Thena blinked as he stole the rosette right off her plate. "I beg your pardon."
He gave her a grin, chewing it thoroughly. It turned out well! "What?--you were just playing with it. Someone should enjoy my work."
Her lips tugged up again and he really noticed how the red colour made them look even fuller than usual. "I did not realise my secret stash would have to be shared."
Gil shrugged, leaning forward to steal something else. Despite her teasing reproach, she leaned back and offered her plate to help him select something. He grabbed the remaining half of a mini buratta with a disk of tomato gelee and air crisped basil. He'd never created such pretentious finger food in all his life, but that was exactly what the animals wanted, according to Thena.
"I took two of everything and came down here nearly an hour ago," she confessed, hanging her head in guilt. She finally picked up the blackberry from her crostini and ate it. "Mingling with them is simply beyond my threshold for suffering."
She said 'they're a bunch of assholes' so eloquently.
"I guess I don't blame you," Gil chuckled, taking the rest of the crostini she had left after claiming just the fruit from it. "It's your party, your house--if you wanna play hooky, then who cares."
"Play hooky?" she furrowed her brows at the expression.
He laughed again, which she seemed to take as a scathing mockery of her ignorance. His expression softened and he leaned off the crates.
Thena drew her shoulders up but ultimately made room for him on her crate as he sat down next to her. It was neither too small nor comfortably large. He managed not to touch butts with her, but there was nothing he could do about his shoulder brushing hers.
He glanced at her from his position of having to somewhat perch himself on the corner, "aren't you cold?"
Thena's cheeks took on the most charming shade of pink he'd ever seen in his life. Now that he was closer to her, he could see the faint tremor in her hands and shoulders. She looked down at her plate again, positively mortified. "Freezing."
Poor thing was so eager to leave her own party that she would rather freeze by herself in the wine cellar than mingle a little. Gil immediately wished he had something on under his chef's jacket (although that would only ever create more of a sweating problem).
Gil put his hand on hers, which really was startlingly cold to the touch. "If you don't wanna come up to the kitchen, I get it. Some of your guests do keep poking their heads in."
That certainly was enough to keep her rooted in place.
He gave her frigid hand a squeeze, "but I'll bring you something, okay? Something to warm you up in hiding."
Thena looked up at him as he stood, preparing to leave her again. Those big, dazzling green eyes of hers pleaded with him, "hurry back?"
He would let all of the desserts burn if he had to. He lingered at the door just to wave to her, "I'll grab more rations for us too."
The brightened expression on her face at the promise of his lengthened return was blinding. It was more than enough to convince him to set the desserts out all at once and whatever happened, happened. As far as he was concerned, the guest of honour was down here freezing her butt off, the least he could do was grab a cup of hot cocoa and his hoodie and some more snacks for her.
#Thenamesh Hamptons AU#poor Thena has negative social skills#of course she would rather hide in the basement than attend her own party#everyone attending is just some rich asshole anyway#so their families know each other so what#Karun knows she's hiding from everyeone#and he knows just the cure#so he goes into the kitchen and says oh hey I think I saw Thena going downstairs#Gil: great I just happened to need something down there totally unrelated#I love this prompt so thank you#Thena doesn't really want any of them talking to her sweet and funny chef#she finally gets the chance to talk to him and it's because she's having a terrible time#little does she know Gil is like this is my chance#he pulls everything out at once and tells the catering staff this is what everything is I'll be back whenever#if they ask for something I do not care#he comes back downstairs with a nice hot mug and puts sweater over her shoulders and presents more snacks and desserts for her#and Thena falls even more in love with him#I mean they have an appropriate and professional relationship#Karun isn't matchmaking at all
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Thenamesh propsal AU
Thena needs her caffeine but in this house there is none. As a result she has terrible migraine!
"How is she?"
A loud groan sounded through the whole house in response. Gil winced as he walked in with a bag in hand.
He had completely forgotten that his mom didn't keep any caffeine or alcohol in the house. She wasn't one for it, Makkari simply didn't need any caffeine to be as brimming with energy as she was, and Sersi didn't drink unless it was socially. Kingo wasn't opposed to a coffee here or a beer there, but he considered visiting home like 'being on a cleanse', or whatever.
Thena needed caffeine.
She drank no less than four coffees a day in a regular work week. He was always telling her he was worried about her caffeine intake, but there was no arguing with the stubborn Goddess of War on that one.
It hadn't taken long for the lack of caffeine to cause an irreparable headache which shook her to her core.
Gil walked into the living room, where his very sweet family was being very useless at curing Thena's migraine. His friend - and fiance - was curled up in a ball on the couch, face pinched from the tension within her head. He whispered, "Thena?"
"Gil?" she whimpered back, not even moving at the sound of his voice.
Sersi handed him a cool cloth, freshly soaked and wrung dry, "none of the pain meds Mum has will help this. It's pure caffeine withdrawal."
"Did we try?" Gil couldn't help but ask, not that it didn't irk both his Doctor mother and his bio-chemist sister. He sighed, "sorry, just...I hate to see her like this."
Gil bypassed them, going right over to the ball of Thena and turning her over so he could put the cool cloth on her forehead. "Hey."
"Hey," she whispered back, just barely getting her eyes open to look at him. She looked even paler than normal. "You're back."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, lips pressed to her temple, unable to do much more for her. "I had to go out looking."
"It's okay," Thena turned over slightly with a smile, "Sersi and Makkari have taken wonderful care of me. And your poor mother is trying to find anything that will even simulate caffeine for me."
"Thena!"
"Quiet!" Gil glared towards the door to the living room, where Kingo was striding in without a care in the world. His arms tightened around her, "she's not feeling well, man!"
"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled much too light heartedly for Gil's taste. He swirled his hand in the air, "I made chai!"
Gil glared at his cousin--basically his brother. Chai was a strong enough blend of tea, and it probably would have just a enough caffeine to alleviate some of Thena's symptoms. "You had this the whole time and let her-?!"
"Come on, Gil," Kingo pouted at him, Thena still wrapped protectively in his thick arms. "I forgot I had it, okay? And anyway, I had the seed pods whole--I had to do actual work to make them ready for brewing."
Gil sighed a little more roughly, all but ignoring his loud cousin next to him, "whatever."
"I thought it might help," Kingo leaned blithely into Gil's personal space to get a peek at Thena. "I also suggested yoga to help clear her head, but all she wanted to do was lie around and wait for you."
Gil was already pulling Thena closer so he could carry her to the kitchen, "y'know, dude, I'd appreciate if you didn't do shirtless yoga with my fiance when I'm not around?"
"Who said it was shirtless?"
"I've never seen you do it with a shirt on," Gil shot back without hesitation. Kingo just snickered at his obvious annoyance (dick). Gil stood with Thena in his embrace, "I have something better."
"Something to put me out of my misery?"
"Something like that," he chuckled, kissing Thena's temple again just because he could. She was really funny, even if she didn't think so. "You know this is why I'm always on you about how much coffee you drink."
"Yes, yes," she managed to roll her eyes at him, although even doing that much seemed to reawaken her pain. She grimaced, "how long have you been waiting to bring that up?"
"Until I also had something to help."
"Gil, I--oh."
Ajak made room for them at the kitchen island so Gil could set Thena down in one of the plush bar seats.
"It's okay, mom, I found some," he sighed as he made sure Thena was settled. "Had to go all the way to that organic store where you fill up your own jars."
Damned retiree town and its hipster stores.
Thena forced her eyes open again, "what did you find?"
"Coffee."
Thena perked up like a dog offered a steak after being in the desert.
"I got the lightest roast they had," he held Thena's eyes, waving the jar of fresh grounds in his hand. She watched it, utterly entranced. "Just enough to keep the pain away, okay? This shit was still expensive, even as the cheapest stuff I could find."
Thena let out a faint laugh, in better spirits just at the promise of some relief. "Are you going to ween me off of it with this?"
Gil looked at her again as he set out the coffee grounds and french press he had to buy just to make coffee here. He could just tell her that he told her so and that this was probably for the best, to get her less dependant on caffeine to even function. But he sighed, "gently. I won't let you suffer if I can do anything to help."
Some colour returned to her cheeks, which was honestly more of a relief than anything.
"I'll make you just one cup to start, okay," he continued to speak softly, shaking out just enough grounds and then reaching for the kettle.
"Thank you, Gil."
He looked up, compelled by the gentle, almost musical tone in her voice. Some colour rose in his cheeks as well as he looked back down at his brewing, "anything."
"Hey."
Gil looked up once the grounds were starting to brew. Thena nodded him over to her, and he moved automatically, like a man possessed. Her knees made room for him and he had to stop himself from putting his hand on the other side of them reflexively.
Thena leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips, just close enough to his cheek to be considered not actually 'kissing' him.
He blushed and his all his hair stood on end.
"You're a life saver," she said afterward, forcing a much lighter tone. She tucked some hair behind her ear and moved to watching the coffee brew. "Is it done yet?"
He had to laugh just a little. He gave above her knee - just at the hem of her skirt - a squeeze and moved away again, "will you just try having some patience?"
"You are not the one who has spent all morning with a jackhammer within your skull."
"If you took it even a little easy on the cold brew it probably wouldn't be so bad."
"I knew you were dying to tell me you told me so," Thena rolled her eyes.
Gil smiled; she didn't wince this time. He poured her cup, which really needed more time to brew than it had. Maybe he was just as impatient to cure her as she was. "Just put some shit in it to cover up the taste."
"Gladly," she sighed, although it was Gil who moved toward the fridge for said 'shit'.
They both completely forgot Ajak was still hovering at the edge of the kitchen.
#Thenamesh Proposal AU#let me tell you#I have experienced this#not with coffee but I used to drink green tea for literally any time I was thirsty#and the headache I got when it ran out during quarantine#I was utterly useless#and I just know that Thena is out here drinking nitro cold brew like it's water#she doesn't get jittery or anything#but she just needs a constant baseline of caffeine in her veins#Gil is very eager to ween her off of it#he'll make her just a small cup and put some non-dairy milk in it#maybe some honey or something for sweetner because Ajak is that mom with the all natural pantry#whatever it's just for her anyway#the kids all went out and found their own favourites to stock for their stay#Ajak returns to the living room#Sersi and Makkari ask how Thena is#Ajak and Kingo share a look and say that she's doing much better now
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This is so niche, but I just watched Water for Elephants and I can鈥檛 stop thinking about a thenamesh circus au! So here鈥檚 my prompt: Thena is the star of the show, married to the cruel ringmaster who thinks he owns her. Then lo and behold, a certain sweet handsome and strong stable hand shows up and OBVIOUSLY they fall in love!!! Do whatever you鈥檇 like to with that LOL but let the drama and angst ensue
"Thanks for the help, Gil," two of the stage hands waved to him as they continued breaking down the ring and its rigging.
"Any time, guys," Gil waved back. He was the newest addition to the crew of the travelling circus. He really got the impression that the ring leader didn't actually want to hire him, but that it was his wife - the star headliner - who actually wanted to.
The animals needed proper veterinary care, not just Kro looking at them and saying that they could do the show until they died. No one really argued with the boss, except Thena.
No one knew how the stunning trapeze artist ended up marrying such a monster of a man. His story was that they met young and fell in love and he whisked her away to pursue their dreams together. It didn't take a genius to know that it was clearly only half of the story. But she was his wife, and the shining star of their travelling circus. So what Thena said was top priority.
Gil had spoken with her a few times while taking care of the animals. She cared for them very deeply, which warmed his heart. Especially in comparison to how Kro viewed them as nothing but walking dollar signs.
"We can get a few more shows out of it!"
"He has a bad leg!"
"Y'know when it can rest? When it's dead!"
Gil frowned, moving away from the walkway back to his personal train car and off to the side of things. It was dark out, with only the glow of their work lamps lighting things. But he could see that head of sparkling blonde hair anywhere.
"Move," Kro snarled, whether she was his wife or not. The white horse was cowering behind her.
"No," she stood against him, although he had no problem grabbing her for it. She leaned her face away from his. His hands gripped her arms, easily encircling her lithe and delicate muscles. "Stop it."
"Are you choosing a horse over me," he kept his eyes on her as he leaned into her space, "dearest?"
Thena was tough--she never had any problem with Kro's temper whenever he had a fit during rehearsal or when they were setting up. But it would be a lie to say she didn't have a certain shiver in her when he called her that. "No."
"Hey!"
Gil only realised he had said anything when the arguing couple turned towards him. He gripped his satchel in his hand but walked closer. He told himself to stay the course as Kro at least let go of Thena and stepped away from her.
"You say something?" the ring leader glared at him. Gil was not a small man, but this beast was something else. Gil often caught himself wondering if he ever ended up accidentally hurting his incredibly delicate - incredibly beautiful - wife.
"S-Sorry," Gil cleared his throat, dipping his head slightly to look up at him more. The ring leader liked flattery and feeling like he was the king of them all. "I just...I saw Angus and wondered if you needed a hand with anything."
"Mind your own, Vet," Kro snapped at him, straightening out his red performing jacket.
"No, Gil, wait!" Thena rushed, reaching out and pulling him towards her and the horse. "Angus' leg--it will heal, won't it?"
Her eyes were so, so green.
"The beast is gettin' sold to the factories by the third stop this week," Kro argued immediately.
"Gil, please," Thena pleaded again, although Kro's eyes moved to how her hands had moved to grip his sleeve. She pulled them back to herself, still standing in front of the quivering horse.
"Uh," he gulped. Horse's were fragile in the legs, and he couldn't guarantee the healing would happen quickly. But he looked from Thena to Kro, who looked ready to aim between poor Angus' eyes here and now. Gil nodded, "y-yeah. Angus is pretty young. With what it would cost to get a new horse and teach it the routine, you might as well just let Angus rest for the next two shows, three--tops!"
Kro huffed, already plenty angered just for having to argue about it. He straightened up to his full height again, looking down at Gil, "three shows?"
Gil crossed his fingers behind his back, "three shows."
"Fine, the beast lives."
Thena reached behind her, patting Angus' mane between his ears.
"But if it's any more than that," Kro glared at Gil in particular, leaning his head closer as he began walking away, "you'll put him down yourself."
"Yes, sir," Gil nodded. He could do that much; if anything, it would be kinder than however Kro would do it, he was sure.
Kro looked over his shoulder after a second, eyeing Thena. "I'll be waiting...dearest."
There was that shiver, "yes, dear."
Gil waited until Kro was moving away again to go over to her, "are you okay?"
She rubbed her hands over her bare arms, still in her sparkly - and sparse - performing costume. "I'm fine."
Gil had his doubts about that, but there wasn't much of anything he could actually do about it. He nodded, moving to take Angus' bridle in hand gently. "Does...he wasn't hurting you, was he?--when I came out here?"
Thena smiled at him, although there was something awfully morose about it. It looked like a smile, but it felt like she was crying. "No, Gil. He wasn't hurting me."
Gil gripped the leather straps tighter. Whether he believed that or not, if there ever came a day when he could no longer take the words at face value...
Thena took a step forward, making him even more aware of how ghostly she was. She was such a shining star when she was up on the high wires. But she was just a little thing, up close and personal. "Don't let him catch you worrying about me. He'll throw you from the train without hesitation."
Gil believed that too. But he also believed that if he ever saw that beast being too rough with her, he wouldn't be holding himself responsible for his actions. "I'll be sure to hide it from him, Miss."
Thena smiled, maybe even laughed to herself, and his heart twisted even more in his chest. She had such a pretty smile. "Take care of Angus for me, Gilgamesh? He'll need his rest for the next few days."
"'Course, Miss," Gil responded automatically, although he didn't take a single breath as Thena's hand just barely brushed over his as she stepped away and made her way back to the luxury sleeper car she and the ring leader shared.
She and her husband.
Gil turned to the horse, who was exhausted after just barely completing the show on an injured leg. "C'mon, boy, let's get you some calcium and a brace. Miss Thena's counting on you."
#Thenamesh AU#I must confess...#this movie isn't on netflix in Canada and renting it on google was going to be like 8 bucks#so I watched a trailer and a scene I found on youtube and that was it#so I'm...taking some creative liberties with this one#but I hope you like how it came out!#you did say drama and angst#and here we are!#the star crossed lovers#the ships passing in the night#Gil is a sweet and gentle veterinarian#but I mean#who could blame him for falling in love with her#the star of the show#he calls her a star that fell from the heavens and got bottled like a firefly#not that he can tell that to anyone#to the tigers and the elephants and the horses maybe#she is his shining star who belongs in the sky#and every time Kro yells at her#or calls her his 'old ball and chain'#or tells new sponsors for the show that if he likes them then they can 'have a turn with her'#Gil gets a little closer to being a murderer#Thenamesh Circus AU
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How about jealous Thena in the Doctor au?
Let鈥檚 say a small group of 4 doctors 2 females 2 males in different expertises are visiting the ER to gather some information on something medical. And these 2 females would not stop flirting with Gil
"I have to say, I'm really quite impressed."
Thena offers a genial smile. Making nice with other people has never been a forte of hers, but the visiting doctors from a nearby hospital have been perfectly civil. "Our staff is quite impressive."
"You run a tight ship, Doctor," the other male doctor comments, also making light talk as they tour through the hospital. The ER is the last stop on their trip, releasing them back on the ground floor after touring through the rest of the hospital.
Thena gives Ajak a wink on their way to the main door, "believe me, it's all her."
Ajak winks right back at her and then nods at the visitors, "she's my favourite kid here."
Ajak is an odd handful of years older than Thena at most.
"We've heard such wonderful things about your triage centre," one of the female doctors offers a bright and lovely smile. She's a pediatric specialist, if Thena remembers correctly. "It doesn't surprise me--wow."
The other female doctor also cranes her neck to look down the hall. "Wow is right--those are...?"
Thena's eyes bounce between the women, a strange and uncomfortable feeling welling up in her chest. "Those are two of our paramedics, Gil and Kingo."
The visiting women grasp at each other, not even attempting to hide their interest as the muscle of the ER make their way over to them. They grin at each other before looking back at Thena, "who's the one waving at us?"
Thena bristles. "Gil."
"Hey," he greets them with a smile, because of course he does. Kingo doesn't even bother to say anything, continuing on to the nurse's station without him (as is a regular thing, with Gil).
"Gil, these are the visiting doctors here to look at our facilities," Thena introduces (somewhat). "Ortho, Cardiovascular, Peds and Neuro."
The doctors might be a little surprised at her choice to list their specialties and not their actual names. But Gil isn't surprised in the least, giving them a friendly smile and a tilt of his head. "Thena's been showing you around, huh? Well, you won't find a better run ER."
"Yes, we were just remarking upon that."
"Are you just getting back?"
Thena watches as Pediatrics drifts closer to Gil, her hand raising up as if to touch his arm before drifting down again. She instead clasps her hands in front of her, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Yep," Gil answers blithely, totally unaware that he's being ogled.
"The paramedics at our hospital are never in on time after a run," Neuro sighs, landing herself at Gil's other side, even closer than Pediatrics did.
Gil skips over both of them, though, looking at Thena, "I try not to stay out too long. Just in case I'm needed here, y'know?"
She smiles at him, able to forget about the intruding doctors for this one, tender, fraction of a second.
"You help out here, too?" Pediatrics gasps, now actually laying her hand on Gil's arm. "A real jack of all trades, aren't you?"
Thena taps her toe on the floor, although it's silent, given they're all wearing running shoes.
"Well, Thena and Ajak are the real captains of the ship, down here," Gil shrugs. The only awareness he even has of the hand on his arm is his confusion over it. "If we're not out on a run I just kind of float around. Some of our interns are real airheads."
Both women let out a loud and exaggerated laugh. Neuro takes the opportunity to pat the back of her hand against Gil's shoulder, although it's a little too close to his chest.
"You're funny!"
Gil is funny--everyone knows that. Thena crosses her arms. "It might be funny if it weren't such a headache."
The Orthopaedic specialist at least gives her a sympathetic smile, "some of ours are terrible too."
"Wait you just got in!" Pediatrics gasps and beams at Gil, "so you can show us one of the ambulances!"
Thena rolls her eyes, muttering just to herself, "it's an ambulance, it should look just like yours."
"Uh, yeah, I guess," Gil shrugs, though. He looks at Thena, asking her to come with them so he's not stuck hosting three strangers by himself.
If it were anyone but him; Thena sighs but follows behind them. Ortho and Cardio are talking to each other from either side of her but she's not listening. She can't possibly; Neuro is walking so close her elbow keeps knocking together with Gil's, while Pediatrics is all but hanging off his arm as they walk.
Not that it bothers her, but they could have a little professionalism. A modicum, even--one fluid ounce of professional integrity!
"Here we are," Gil announces as they exit into the ambulance bay, his particular bus parked right outside. "We have the usual stock of stuff. Although Thena had the idea for us to add an inventory specifically of fast working anaesthetics."
"Really?"
Gil is beaming with pride. "Well, we're always advised to be so stingy with them. But patients can describe what they're feeling better when they can think straight. Plus, women in particular are used to downplaying their pain, even when it's really serious. So we always try to give them just a little bit more than the recommended amount."
"That's so forward thinking!" Pediatrics gasps up at him.
Gil seems like he's barely heard her, "it was all Thena's idea."
"And Ajak," she mutters, not that anyone is listening to her. Pediatrics and Neuro are still chattering away at Gil's sides while Ortho and Cardio have climbed into the bus to examine the extra supply Gil was describing. She looks down at her hip. She's being paged, "Gil."
He leaves the sides of the visitors in a second, pulling his hands out of his hoodie pockets to touch his palm to her elbow. All she does is look at him to tell him that it's not something she can ignore. He nods, "you go."
She nods back at him, offering a smile before trotting back inside, her ponytail swinging behind her.
Thena's ass looks great even in the unflattering scrub pants. The two male doctors have obviously noticed this over the course of their tour, leaning out of the ambulance just for the privilege and indulgence of watching her go.
Gil clears his throat loudly.
The two doctors scramble out of the back of the ambulance - Gil's ambulance - and tug at their white coats. "I-It's quite a fine piece of equipment you're running."
"Hm," Gil glares at them as he tosses the massive doors closed with one hand. His hands are back in his hoodie pockets, mostly so they won't see the fists he's making. He leans down slightly to the shorter men, "I know my wife is beautiful, but do you mind keeping your eyes to yourselves, Doctor Dumb and Doctor Dumber?"
"Y-Your-"
"We didn't-"
Gil just shrugs, heading back into the ER without waiting for their distinguished and invited guests. "Honest mistake. Just don't let it happen again."
#Thenamesh Doctor AU#Gil feels a particular way#and that is mad when he sees people checking out his wife#work wife rather (same thing)#The visiting doctors leave thinking Thena and Gil are married#and Gil is just fine with that#after seeing them looking at Thena the way they were#Ajak catches him in his lie because of course she does#she brings up how the visiting doctors offered their apologies#they had no idea the head of the ER and their paramedic were married#since they don't wear rings and they didn't introduce each other as their spouse#Ajak is like...well they forget sometimes anyway thanks for coming#Gil is like please don't tell Thena I said that#Ajak just rolls her eyes#the things she has to put up with#I don't think Gil is nearly as clueless about when he's being flirted with as Thena thinks he is#he just prefers to play dumb so as not to encourage it#but he can tell instantly when someone is looking at Thena too long#or talking with her a little too flirty#while Thena is the one who can't detect interest in her to save her life#I mean...Gil is evidence of that
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We all know how buff Gil is build right? So how about Gil goes shopping for himself and Thena decides to go with him and he is struggling to find something fitting? Would be a funny story! You choose in wich AU it鈥檚 happening 馃槀
"Thena, thank fuck you're here!"
Thena laughs as Gil rushes over to her as soon as she steps foot into the department store. He called her at work, which had really freaked her out given they hadn't been back home for too long. And they had been keeping Gil in the flat as much as possible, careful about who might see him out and about if he roamed too freely.
But he likes running errands, like getting groceries and little household supplies. He keeps the flat immaculate and prepares beautiful meals for them, since what else is he supposed to do with his days, she supposes.
"Why are the sizes so complicated?" he frowns at her, holding a few different shirts of the same make in his hands. "I just thought I was stopping by to grab some clothes for around the house. But now I've been here for 45 minutes and I don't know what size I am anymore."
Thena laughs, taking the shirts from him to at least physically alleviate his burden. She flips through them, looking at the tags of each. "Did you really pick up one in every size?"
"Except small," he shrugs, joining her as she walks them back to the men's section.
"Does a medium fit you?" she asks, her eyes just starting to drift over him before she stops herself. That's not a good idea.
"Well, sometimes American sizes will fit me," Gil offers helplessly. "Korean shirts basically always had to be tailored for me."
Thena's eyes flicked down to his arms for just a second. Yes, she could see how that might be a problem for him. "Let's start with a regular old large for now."
Gil sighs, though. "That's the problem, though."
Thena raises her brows.
"Just," he takes the shirts from her hands again and leads her back to the changing room he had abandoned to go wait for her, "come with me."
Thena sets her purse down as she takes a seat outside of the stalls. She can see a mess of other articles of clothing in the room before he closes the door. She wonders if he's really only been here for 45 minutes.
"See?" Gil practically whines, holding his hands out in front of him in a helpless gesture. "They're too tight."
Thena blushes, although she tells herself not to. It's silly, really. She was so used to seeing Gilgamesh in business suits all throughout her time working for him. But just a t-shirt and jeans are working for him.
Gil pouts as she stands to examine the way the seams of the sleeves dig into his biceps. "It's kind of fine otherwise."
Actually, it's already a little looser everywhere else than he would like, she thinks. She tilts her head, "I don't know, Gil."
Gil slumps his shoulders again. "See?--this is exactly why I called you. I don't know what I was thinking trying to come here by myself."
Thena shakes her head; this is exactly the kind of thing that made her develop feelings for him in the first place. This man and his stupid sweetness. "Maybe this just isn't the type of shirt for you. Sometimes different brands will fit different, too."
"Why's it so difficult?" Gil bemoans as she sends him back into the changing room.
"I couldn't tell you, I'm afraid," she laments. She has her own troubles with clothes simply with a female body. "I did a lot of my clothes shopping online in Korea."
That and sometimes things wouldn't quite fit her in the bust, so she had to take up buying dresses and learning to live with a revealing neckline and just wearing a cardigan or sweater over them.
"Maybe I should just do that," Gil mutters as he emerges, all of his finds - and failures - piled up in his arms.
"We'll find you something," she assures him, taking his picks from him and leaving them in the bin to be sorted before returned to the shelves. She slips her hand into the crook of his elbow (just this once, she tells herself).
"What about you, Naekkeo?" he smiles at her.
This isn't the first time he's used some cute little pet name on her like it's nothing--like it's normal for them. She tells herself not to let it get to her every time. "What about me?"
"We're here," Gil states, gesturing to the store around them. "We should shop for stuff for you too."
"I don't need anything," Thena laughs at his eager face.
"But Thena," he pleads, as if he's asking for something for himself instead of trying to convince her to let him take her shopping.
"These might actually be a good choice for you," she muses as she feels the soft material of the thick-knit sweaters and cardigans. They'll stretch to accommodate those arms of his without them having to go two full sizes up from his usual.
"Huh," he notes as he takes one from her, slipping off his jacket and slipping the cardigan on in its place. "What do you think?"
Goddammit, it looks great on him. Despite the very mundane article of clothing, he makes it look borderline salacious with it unbuttoned around him, the sleeves pulled partially up his thick forearms.
Thena bites her tongue; he looks damn sexy, is what she thinks. "It looks nice."
Gil beams at her approval, proudly laying it over his arm as he continues to float next to her. "Maybe I should just be a cardigan guy."
Thena smiles, pawing through a few more stacks of sweaters and knits. "That's quite a shift from your usual attire."
"Well," Gil sneaks a look at her and slides their hands together. "I have to look the part if I'm gonna be a househusband here, right? Soft clothes and aprons and oven mitts?"
Thena just laughs, although she's already getting a little too use to thinking of Gil like that. She tries to tell herself not to, of course. They're not married--they're not together. She's protecting him by moving him here.
But whether they're together or not, his hand tightens around hers, and she lets it, smiling all through the rest of the store.
#Thenamesh Receptionist AU#when they first move to London#a few installments ago now#because I don't understand size conversions either Gil#also#in that clip and gifset of them during Eternals promotions#when Angie is in that beautiful white dress#and Don is in a white t-shirt and blazer to match#first of all the matching outfits I love it#but also#his jacket is visibly too small for him#like the sleeves are too short#but I think it's because of this#like it fits his arms and shoulders#but it would be too big on him if they sized up to account for them#I assume the suit he had on for the Eternals premier was custom fit
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For the Thenamesh doctor AU. There is this patient (adult or kid) who has a mental breakdown and nobody can calm him down. So Thena calls Gil and ask him if he can give it a try :)
Maybe you can put a soft moment in the end?
"Gil?"
"Hey Honey," he grins at her, dropping his sandwich and wiping off his hands. He frowns at the look on her face. "What's wrong?"
Thena nods her head for him to come with her, which he does in an instant. "Husband of a patient in surgery. He's utterly beside himself and no one can get him to calm down."
"No one?"
"Not even Ajak," Thena pauses and looks up at him before they cross into the waiting room, "not even Sersi."
This is bad. Gil looks through the window of the swinging door and back to her. "And you think I can help?"
Thena shrugs one shoulder and looks up at him. He can't be sure, but he swears she's trying to look extra cute. "Well, you're the best at calming patients on the way here."
"That's-" he pauses, looking down as she rubs the zipper of his hoodie between her thumb and finger.
"I always find your company very soothing."
Dammit. She has to know how cute she is--she just has to! Gil sighs, "I'll try."
He pushes through the door and walks over to the man with his whole head in his hands, weeping and gasping for air. Sersi is beside him, speaking softly in that gentle accent of hers. But if not even she - the GP known for being as gentle as a butterfly - can calm him down, Gil really doesn't know what he's supposed to be able to do.
Thena must have told Sersi she was going for him specifically, though, because Sersi catches his eye and nods him over.
"Gil, this is Mister Wells. He's waiting for his wife to get out of an emergency bypass."
"Hi there," Gil begins gently, sitting in the seat Sersi vacates for him as she returns to her work. He leans forward in hopes of getting a look at the poor guy. "I'm a paramedic here at the hospital. Your wife is in surgery?"
The man mumbles something, still holding his head in his hands and now pulling faintly at his hair.
"Listen, I know you've been told a million times that we're doing everything we can, but," Gil pauses. It's true, sure. But that doesn't mean anything to this poor man. This poor bastard who is beside himself, sitting out here, unable to do anything. "But I guess I can't really promise you anything, huh?"
The absolutely haggard man finally pulls his head up and looks at Gil. At the very least, he definitely heard what he said, because he looks nothing short of aghast. "They sent you to comfort me?"
"I know," Gil shrugs, his hands in his hoodie pockets as he moves. "But my...someone asked me to come and talk to you. So I did."
His eyes run over Gil critically, "and what makes you so special?"
"Well, nothing, I guess," Gil purses his lips momentarily. "I'm not even a doctor, so I'm not really obliged to have any bedside manner or anything."
"I'll say."
"But," Gil pauses, his smile fading. "A few weeks ago...I guess I found myself in a situation a little like this. Nothing quite as serious, but...sure did scare me."
The older man finally looks at Gil--really looks at him. He sits up just a little, looking somewhat more like a human and less like a broken shell of a man. "Yeah?"
Gil nods, still haunted by the sight of Thena under that car. "Have nightmares about it and everything."
Mister Wells thinks for a second, sidestepping the question of what actually happened. "How'd you get through it?--the wondering, I mean. How'd you get through the...the what ifs?"
Gil takes a deep breath, thinking about the feeling of Thena's freezing cold hand in his and how she had let just a few tears slip out. "I...I guess I couldn't really get all the way there. I couldn't fully imagine what my life would be like without her."
Tears come to the poor man's eyes as he starts to curl up again. "I-I don't know-! I don't know what I'll do without her!"
Gil just pats the man's shoulder, letting him cry. He's sure that's all he would be capable of if Thena...
He had said those exact words to her; he had told her that nothing would happen to her, because he was there. But he didn't actually have that power to guarantee that. He would have put his very life on the line to do so, but sometimes things just don't work out that way.
It is true: he has had nightmares. Dreams of walking into the hospital and feeling something wasn't right. Looking for someone he can't name and yet whose absence he feels like a hole in his chest. He's had dreams of her dying in his arms, under that car, in the rain, and the cold, and him trying to help her entirely in vain.
"I can't tell you either," Gil offers, rather lamely, if he's being honest. Which he is. "But I can tell you that she'd tell you she loves you."
He looks at Gil again. "What?"
"She would tell you she loves you," Gil can guarantee. "And I'm sure she wouldn't want you out here tearing out the rest of your hair over it."
Wells gives Gil a look, which only encourages him.
"Look, I don't know what I'd do without Thena either," he professes entirely truthfully, hand - out of his pocket - to his heart. "But while she was in her surgery, I thought about all the things I love about her."
Finally - at long fucking last - the guy smiles a little.
Gil smiles too. "I thought about her laugh, about what jokes make her smile and which ones make her slap me on the arm."
Wells almost chuckles at that one.
"I thought about how I would tell her how beautiful she is, and how I can't imagine a single day without her."
The greying man nods, tears in his eyes, a smile on his face. Gil has finally found the right chord to strike.
"I thought about all the time we've had, all my favourite things about her," Gil sits back again, "and then, just like that, she was out. She was right in front of me again."
Wells sniffles a little, blinking away the last of his tears. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Gil nods. "And I guess I should promise that it'll happen for you too."
Wells shrugs. He knows just as well as Gil does that there's no such guarantee.
"But," Gil shifts uncomfortably. He hasn't let himself think about this much since it happened. Why would he? "But if she...if she hadn't..."
Wells doesn't press him.
Gil leaves the statement as it is, but looks up and smiles at him as best he can. "I think I'd just keep thinking all that stuff. I would think about her every second, of every minute, until the day I die."
Both men nod, a level of understanding passing between them that far exceeds any well wishes or empty promises. Gil has offered what he can, and nothing more.
Wells extends his hand, which Gil shakes firmly. "Thank you."
Gil raises his brows, "I don't know if I can say I'm happy to help, but I'm glad I got to talk to you."
"I-"
"Mister Wells?"
Gil stands with him as Eros comes into view. He's not Gil's favourite of their co-workers, but the guy knows his way around a heart.
The Brit pulls off his mask to give the man a smile, "your wife has pulled through rather beautifully, sir. She'll be back in her room by the time you get up there, then I'll come see you about the plan moving forward."
Gil catches Wells before he can collapse to the floor in relief. Gil tries to keep the completely boneless man upright and nods to the surgeon, "thanks, man."
Eros offers Gil a stiff nod and leaves.
"Hey," Gil gets Wells back in his chair and pats his back. "Hey, it's okay. Everything worked out."
He nods, at least, his head in his hands again, although at least the tears are happy this time.
"Come on, you've gotta get hydrated," Gil pats his shoulder, offering his arm to help the man to go see his wife (and any water coolers they can find along the way).
"Th-Thank you," he pats Gil's arm as they shuffle along in elation.
Gil smiles at the man, happy he can go tell Thena all the good news. And finish his sandwich. "I'm happy I could help, sir."
#Thenamesh Doctor AU#Gil is the best man for the job#because Gil is best husband#They said you know who will understand a husband beside himself with worry? Gilgamesh#and that was so real of them#they tell Thena to go ask him#and she's like why me?#why him?#but of course she does#and of course he says yes for his work wife#and the chance to get to talk to someone about how great she is?!#let Gil at it!#he goes and visits them when they're cleared for visitors#he and Wells are friends I think#it's cute#I don't usually name the supporting characters in fics#but I can't call him a poor bastard the whole time#and also#I thought to myself#well who would handle hearts?#and immediately there is only one answer#because listen#this movie cast is not large
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Hey so I saw this article somewhere it went viral years ago and I think it still is. It is about a girl that lost her memories and fell in love with the same boyfriend she had before she lost her memories, so basically she fell in love with her boyfriend twice.
It's giving Thena and Gilgamesh maybe you could write something about it ><
Thena smiles as she arrives at the familiar street corner with the familiar bakery and its familiar comfort. She just moved to the apartment complex down the street from it, and yet as soon as she saw it, she had a feeling she knew this place.
And she would give anything for that feeling, these days.
Memory loss, they told her. Real, actual amnesia; she thought that was just in the movies and stuff. But apparently it's possible, and she has a gap in her memories seeming to go back as far as last year. She didn't know where she worked, where she lived.
She knows she's Thena, that she works at a museum, that she doesn't have any family for them to call. And...that's about it. It was later on that she learned that she had moved to town less than a year ago. She has a few friends at work who were happy to help her relearn such important things.
The doctors recommended letting things come naturally to her--to not go looking too deliberately for things. Something about putting strain on her mind. Sersi and Kingo were quick to agree with that.
"Thena?"
"Gil," she smiles as soon as she steps into the shop. It's really become a highlight of her day to come in here.
He steps out of the back, looking the same as he always does. He has dark hair, thick and full and almost fluffy at the top of his head. He has a lovely fullness to his cheeks and some traces of facial hair around his lips. He looks more like he could be a boxer or a body builder as opposed to the mild tempered baker he is.
And the way he smiles at her; Thena toys with the strap of her purse as he comes over to lean on the counter closest to her.
"What brings you in today?" he asks, as if she doesn't come in at least once a week for a taste of his pastries. Usually she just has whatever he's put out as a daily special, but she's open to his recommendations.
"I got off work a little early," she answers with a smile of her own, already sitting herself down at one of the few tables in the place. "Thought I'd treat myself to one of your wonderful confections."
"Hm, I think I could help with that," he chuckles, already moving to the door of the pastry case. "How was work today?"
"Mm, the usual," Thena muses, happy watch as Gil plates whatever it is he has for her, laughing as she hears a can of whipped cream. "I'm really getting the special treatment today."
"Well, you don't always get off work early, right?" Gil chuckles as he brings over the plate, and two forks. He sits across from her. "My very special Mont Blanc."
Thena eyes the confection, all fine strings wound together into a mountain peak with cream at the top. She's sure she's smiling like an idiot, but she doesn't much care as she takes just some of the cream at first. "And what's so special about it?"
"Find out," Gil nods his head at it, holding the other fork for himself but waiting for her to get her first taste of it.
"Hm," Thena sighs, digging into the dessert. She isn't sure how, but she knows what mont blanc is. The chestnut paste is familiar and soft on her tongue. She licks her lips. "Vanilla?"
"Good taste," Gil winks at her as he finally takes a bite for himself. "I've been trying to find ways to work vanilla into a lot of my stuff, recently."
"Oh?" Thena asks before taking another eager bite. She looks at him, but he has this expression on his face that makes butterflies spring to life in her. She rushes her eyes away again.
"Guess I was just," Gil pauses, letting his eyes tear themselves away from her slowly, "inspired."
"You know," Thena murmurs, having debated whether or not to bring this up at all. But she's come this far (and left work early to do it, too). "Today is actually my birthday."
"You don't say."
He doesn't sound all that surprised. Thena looks at Gil again, whose expression has gone unreadable. She tilts her head at him, "have I ever told you this before?"
"You must've," he shrugs, putting on his usual bright smile for her. "Well, you've had some dessert already. What else are you going to do for your special day?"
Coming here is the only treat she had thought to get for herself, really. Truly, she hadn't been able to think of anything else she wanted to do than come and have some of Gil's pastries, see Gil, talk to Gil...think about how to ask Gil out without feeling weird about it.
"I suppose I haven't thought about it," Thena mumbles, dragging her fork through the powdered sugar on the plate.
Gil sets his fork down, leaning his elbows onto the edge of the table. He raises an eyebrow at her, and she briefly wonders if anyone has ever told him he looks kind of sexy like that. "Well, you did mention something about your birthday being around now. And you also mentioned...that you were thinking about trying out that new Italian place."
She did? "Which place?"
"I guess it's not that new anymore," Gil muses, his head turned to look out the window as he says it. "Opened a little less than a year ago now. But still--would you like to try it out?"
How did this turn into him asking her out? Not that she's complaining, but she went to all the trouble of working up her nerve. Thena swipes some powdered sugar onto her finger and pops it between her lips. "Do you...like Italian?"
He grins at her, his eyes so much more expressive than his secretive little smiles. "Love it."
"Okay," Thena nods. The butterflies are back. "Well, um, I-"
"How about you go home and get ready, I'll close this place up," he pats the table, looking so sure of himself, "meet you here at 7?"
Thena tilts her head at him again. Sometimes Gil feels so familiar to her it's painful, and then times like this, he still manages to surprise her. "How did you know?"
"Know what?" he asks, picking up her plate and walking back to the counter with it.
"How did you know it was my birthday? And that I wanted Italian?"
Gil sets the plate down, leaning on the counter to look back at her. She could swear she's seen him do that before--look at her like that before. "Just...call it a feeling."
#I hope this is something like what you imagined#and that you like it#Thenamesh AU#I kind of love the idea#that Gil remembers all these little things she said#he's had the reservation set for her birthday for basically an entire year#after all#Sersi and Kingo never heard Gil's name specifically#but they did remember Thena acting differently#before everything#and now she comes back in on monday#talking about the dinner she had on friday#and they're like#oh my god#The G with a heart next to it in Thena's phone#isn't a girlfriend like they thought#it's a G for Gil#Thenamesh Amnesia AU
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Im sorry but I live for Thenamesh DRAMA! So for your newest Thenamesh Doctor AU I have to ask you this:
You probably know how people don鈥檛 realize or feel their wounds when high on adrenaline right?
Gil is driving with his partner when all of a sudden a reckless speeder crashes into them. Gil is badly injured but high on adrenaline he helps the people on the scene first and arriving in Thenas ER with the speedster on the rescue stretcher(?). He assured everyone he is ok and Thena sees him you know pretty hurt with scratches bruises and really badly bleeding and is absolutely worried and walking to him but before she can ask him anything (his adrenaline wearing off) he just collapses in front of everyone.
So give us your best drama because I will absolutely ATE this prompt because I know you got this!
"Gil!"
He doesn't seem to hear her, rushing in with the stretcher while another is in Kingo's hands right behind him. "We've got two injured in a T-bone accident, they collided head on, a few contusions but limited head trauma, I think. Unfortunately, they weren't wearing seat belts, so they've got more injuries than I first thought they would-"
"Gil!" Thena repeats, although he's still going through the patient checklist. She can see the blood on his side, though, and the scrapes by his eye and the very early signs of a nasty bruise along his arm. "Kingo!"
"They came at us from the side," he pants as he runs in alongside his partner. He also has a few minor injuries, but clearly he was on the right side to be on. "He was already out of the door to look after them by the time people were making calls."
"Gil," Thena repeats again, but he keeps going through things as interns receive the civilians. She wonders if his eardrum was impacted, "Gilgamesh!"
"Thena," he finally - finally - turns to her. His hands plant on his hips, as if he doesn't have blood seeping through his uniform polo. He catches his breath, on his way to saying something else when the adrenaline leaves him and his eyes roll back.
"Gil!" Thena cries out, catching him as he slumps against her like a bag of rocks. She lowers him to the ground as gently as she can, careful with his head before pulling her stethoscope from around her neck.
She listens to his heart, counts in her head, feels his pulse. She tears the tips out of her ears and moves on to pulling his eyelids open, shining her penlight in them to make sure his pupils react to it. "Call Ajak."
"Thena," Kingo tries to pull her away gently but is swatted away.
"Call Ajak!" she repeats, barking the order with a stronger voice than she anticipated having. She's vaguely aware that she's autopiloting--pushing away in her mind the fact that it's Gil lying on the floor and not some stranger.
Kingo remains hovering as she scares the interns away.
She turns his head a few times to examine his light scratches--nothing she can do about those except clean them up. His arm will probably be terribly sore from the impact of being thrown into the inside of the ambulance door. She pulls his polo out of his uniform trousers and up to examine the bleeding. It's shallow, uneven--he didn't get this from being hit. He probably got it from pulling the other two idiots out of their car, grazing himself on their window shards and not realising because of the adrenaline.
"Oh, Gil," she sighs, some of her own adrenaline leaving her as she verifies in every way she's been taught to that technically: he's fine. "The things you do to yourself."
"T," Kingo touches her shoulder gingerly as he hears the telltale rattling of a bed being wheeled, "they're here."
Thena holds him, supporting his head as they get him first onto a stretcher, and then lifted up onto the bed to be taken. She's silent, trusting Ajak - and only Ajak - to take proper care of Gilgamesh. Her hands moves vaguely in Kingo's direction. "Sorry, for..."
Kingo knows she means batting him away, and he doesn't hold it against her either. He knows how they are with each other. "It's--are you okay?"
Thena is already wandering in the direction of an on-call room, or a storage closet, or anywhere in which she can have five minutes to herself.
She finds a storage closet and closes the door behind her, pressing her back against it. Her hands have a tremble to them and she can feel some semblance of a cold sweat on her forehead. She takes a few very deep breaths, her shoulders shuddering as she does.
"Thena."
Of course Ajak would find her. Ajak has been working here longer than Thena has--way before Thena made her way into being head of critical care and trauma for the floor.
"Oh, Thena," Ajak coos as soon as she sees the shakiness in her younger friend. She reaches out and pulls Thena's head into her shoulder, "he'll be just fine, Love."
Thena nods as best she can, although she doesn't pull away from the uniquely motherly warmth that Ajak is offering. "I never thought he would just...collapse like that."
"I know," Ajak soothes, rubbing Thena's shoulder. "I was talking to Kingo. Gil pulled both the driver and passenger out of the rolled car by himself--no wonder it all caught up with him at once."
Thena sighs, hoping to get herself together. She's known as the Goddess of War--tough and tactical. She has to be in this place. But she keeps remembering Gil's eyes rolling back and shivers again.
Ajak smiles as Thena finally pulls back, shaking her head and dabbing at the corners of her eyes before her tears have anywhere to go. "You can go see him, you know. Everything on him was surface level. All he's doing now is sleeping it off."
Thena sniffs, nodding and tugging at her scrubs. "I am going to give him hell for scaring me like this."
Ajak smiles at her as she follows her back out to the rest of the unit, "I'm sure he'll still be happy to see you."
Thena chooses to ignore that bit.
She arrives at his bedside and pulls the curtain behind her. Gil is asleep, out like a light and even snoring ever so quietly. It's almost cute. "I'm still a little mad at you, you know."
His eyes don't even flutter.
Thena looks through the chart they've made for him, noting all the necessary information in her mind, even though it's not really her case to handle. She's too emotionally involved. "I'm not saying I would do anything differently in your position, but...I just wish you were more careful."
Gil is still asleep.
"I don't know what I would do without you," she sighs down at him, his face somehow remaining beautiful even under the starch and sterile lights in the ceiling. She sets his chart down and leans over, tucking some hair behind her ear as she leaves a soft kiss on his temple.
When she pulls back, Gil's eyes are open and on her.
"Hey."
"H-Hey," she stutters out, looking anywhere and everywhere that isn't at him. Heat blooms in her cheeks and she reaches desperately for his chart to distract her. She flips through the papers needlessly, "h-how are you feeling?"
"Better," he suffices to say, his hand floating out of his blankets and towards her.
Thena snatches it midair, grasping his wrist (still refusing to look at him). She frowns, "your pulse is going a little fast, I'm going to get someone in here to check your BP."
"Thena-"
Thena pulls the curtain behind her, not giving him the chance to ask her about the kiss. She swings the clipboard in her hands as she walks, hoping it's not obvious that she's using it to fan herself.
Ajak barely hears her as she mutters something about bed 4 needing a vitals check on her way past the nurses station. Ajak smiles to herself as she hangs up the phone, "I guess he's awake."
#Thenamesh Doctor AU#I love that people love this one#because I could never have anticipated loving it so much#that's part of the fun of getting asks like this#because I never know what will come to me#admittedly sometimes it's nothing#but sometimes it's gold like this#Gil is like honey stay and comfort me???#and Thena is like Gil don't be silly I have other patients#all she's really doing is going to hide and try to pull herself together#again#Ajak comes in to check on him#knowing good and goddamn well what's happening#she's like hm your heart rate is a little elevated#and Gil is like I know why it's okay#Ajak is like uh-huh and what should I put on the chart?#Gil replies: my doctor is way too pretty it's not good for my heart#Ajak actually writes it down because she's Ajak#and Thena sees it and is like you can't put that on the record!#and Ajak is like that's the reason he gave me sweetie#because she is a menace
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