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plague-of-insomnia · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday: New AU, Sebagni Sickfic

This excerpt is from a new self-indulgent AU I’m working on. It’s set in modern Houston, like many of my fics, with a human Sebastian with a rare chronic illness, a heap of medical (and other) trauma he hasn’t processed, and his new live-in nurse, Agni.

Over the course of the story, Agni gets Seb to heal and accept his intentions as genuine, and the two of them become closer.

Here’s an extra-long snippet to hopefully get you as excited for this as I am, lol.

[No real TW here, but it does deal with medical issues, chronic illness, with minor references to PTSD/panic attacks.]

“This is Agni,” Tanaka said as they approached. “Agni, this is Sebastian.”

Agni smiled. In another life, Sebastian may have appreciated how incredibly handsome he was. He’d always been attracted to tall men, but that was behind him now. No one could look at him like this: stuck in bed, barely able to shift himself, a shell of who he once was, and see him as anything but an object of pity at best, or someone who should be euthanized at worst.

A stab of physical pain as a muscle spasmed in his side, blending with the emotional anguish these thoughts brought forth, the brief image of him that almost made Sebastian choke on a breath. He grunted, then did his best to shove it all out of mind. No way he could let his guard down around a new nurse. No matter how bad he was feeling.

“They outsourcing now?” Sebastian spat bitterly. He watched for Agni’s reaction. He didn’t even twitch, but continued to smile. They always seemed so nice and helpful and friendly when Tanaka was around. But as soon as he and Seb were alone—

“It is a sincere pleasure to meet you,” Agni said formally, without a hint of an accent Sebastian could detect. He felt a tiny sting of guilt for what he’d said, but he dismissed the thought before it could blossom. “Do you prefer I call you Mr. Michaelis, Sebastian, or something else?”

Eyes narrowed with suspicion, he replied, “Sebastian is fine.”

Agni nodded. He took a hesitant step closer. It hadn’t escaped Sebastian’s notice that Tanaka had unconsciously placed himself between them. “Can I ask how your pain is right now?” Agni took a tiny notebook from the pocket of his bag, along with a pen, and began to jot some things down.

Tanaka nodded as if to urge Seb to be honest. But what would that solve? It’s not like Agni could really do anything about his pain. Sebastian was used to it. He hadn’t had a single pain-free day in more than ten years. Unless Agni had a magic wand hidden in his bag, the best he could do would be meaningless platitudes. Like “the new anti-inflammatory medicine will start working and relieve your pain soon,” or some shit like that.

“Why the fuck do you care?” Sebastian spat, not in the mood to make nice.

A small frown crossed Agni’s stunning features before he shifted into what was presumably his sympathetic face. “I would like to make you as comfortable as I can. I’m not here only to attend to simple medical needs like giving you medication. I want to improve your quality of life as much as I can.”

Sebastian scowled. It didn’t help that breathing was harder, the pain magnifying, perhaps exacerbated by stress. If he’d had the strength, he’d have hurled something at him and yelled for Agni to just fucking leave him be.

Agni didn’t need to be a mind reader to gauge Sebastian’s mood, but he was either a very good actor or more patient than most, because he didn’t crack yet. “It seems like you’re uncomfortable right now. Could I examine you quickly?”

No. But behind Agni, Tanaka whispered in Japanese, “Behave. I have a good feeling about this one.”

Subduing a growl, Sebastian nodded. Braced himself for rough handling that would aggravate his pain.

Agni set his bag on the side table and removed some supplies, including antibacterial gel he used to clean his hands before pulling on a pair of blue gloves. His forearms were muscular without being excessive, and Sebastian found himself watching as the man worked, apparently not the type to make meaningless chitchat. That was good, at least.

He hated the ones who felt like they had to constantly fill the silence with their babbling, talking to him like he was a toddler and not a grown man in his 30s.

“Let me slip this on your finger,” he said, not reaching and forcefully grabbing Sebastian’s arms like most nurses would have, but instead waiting for him to offer an index finger for the little oxygen meter he clipped onto the tip. “And now I want to listen to your heart and lungs, if that’s all right?”

Sebastian sighed, winced when it pulled and spiked his pain, but quickly pushed his face into neutral. “Fine.”

Tanaka walked around to the other side of the bed, adjusting the curtains so the shifting sun wouldn’t be in Sebastian’s eyes.

Agni was delicate. He warmed the head of the stethoscope with his hands before slipping it under Sebastian’s T-shirt and listening intently in various spots before asking him to breathe deeply and slowly. He even managed to slide the stethoscope between Sebastian and the bed to listen to his back without him yanking him up and away from the mattress like a sack of potatoes. If Sebastian didn’t know better, Tanaka had told him exactly where his pain was bad today, and he was actually taking that into consideration. Had to be for show.

“How are you feeling right now?” Agni asked as he removed the stethoscope and replaced it in his bag.

“Well, I was going to the opera tonight, but I’m a bit tired, so I may have to cancel my plans.” Sebastian glared at the neglected electric wheelchair in the corner of the room. The one he’d been so excited for when he’d first received it, believing he would have newfound freedom with it, that he’d be less encumbered by his disability and illness. That he would have accepted him—

A wave of nausea overwhelmed him and he had to cup his hand over his mouth.

Agni worked quickly, grabbing a kidney-shaped emesis basin from the table and quickly placing it beneath his chin, deftly sliding a hand behind his back to support him without causing him pain.

But Sebastian was able to swallow it down and shove Agni away as well as his limited strength allowed.

But Agni didn’t seem to mind. He nodded, checked the monitor, and said instead, “Your oxygen levels are a little lower than I would like. Are you having any trouble breathing?”

Sebastian glared, but the jerking of his stomach earlier had caused his entire rib cage to feel like it was aflame, and it was easier not to breathe until the burn got so bad he had to inhale. Despite doing all he could to stay focused and in control, he could feel panic setting in. No. Not now. Not with this new nurse he didn’t know from Adam.

Gasping and gripping the sheets, Sebastian felt darkness swirling in on the edges. He struggled against it, fighting himself, fighting his body, fighting traumatic memories that tried to yank him further away from control.

A warm hand on his head. A mask placed in his face. A soothing, deep voice urging him to breathe, to relax, that he’d be OK. Someone held his hand.

With the machine’s assistance, despite the pain, his lungs filled and emptied due to the shifting pressure, and the dizzy, swimming sensation faded to clarity. He hated relying on this thing. The bipap machine. But it helped when his muscles were especially weak, or in moments like this. Let him rest. Without fear he’d stop breathing.

Agni pulled something else from his bag. A small tube. “Have you ever used this ointment before? It’s a topical anti-inflammatory, and I’ve had many of my patients swear by it. I could put some where your pain is worst, if you’d like.”

Go fuck yourself, Sebastian wanted to say, but he was too drained.

Tanaka squeezed his hand as if to encourage him to accept Agni’s help.

“It absorbs quickly, so you don’t need to use too much. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Sebastian offered a small nod and pointed lazily to his torso and back. His heart was still racing, and he would have preferred Tanaka do this, but that would take more energy to explain than he had right now.

Over the next few minutes, Agni carefully applied the medicated cream to Sebastian’s sides and back, Tanaka letting Seb lean against him to ease the strain as the nurse coated his back with it. Sebastian was almost stoic through it all, and yet somehow Agni seemed to have a sixth sense for where his pain was worst, concentrating his ministrations there while keeping his touch feather-light.

Then, with Tanaka’s help, he shifted Sebastian onto his side, layering pillows to support his most painful areas. Agni worked slowly so as to minimize spiking his pain. No nurse had treated him so gently or with so much consideration. If he hadn’t had dozens of bad examples, he might have been tempted to believe Agni actually did care.

“This’ll take some strain off your ribs,” Agni said in a low, rich voice.

Now that the adrenaline crash was hitting him, and the cream was dulling the pain, exhaustion began to pull Sebastian so strongly he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“Get some rest. I’ll check on you later.” Agni slipped the call button into Sebastian’s hand, petting it momentarily as if to give him reassurance, though it felt patrionizing. Still, it was considerate enough. Meant if he woke up in agony he wouldn’t have to move to call for help.

Tanaka stroked Sebastian’s arm soothingly before pulling the blankets up around him. “The heated blanket will help,” he whispered. “Sleep for a while.”

Sebastian gave up fighting and let his lids slide closed.

I hope you enjoyed this! If you do, let me know..!

I’m really hoping I’ll be able to post the first chapter of this this month.

Reblogs are always appreciated !!

Special thanks to @apocalypticromantic666 for all their encouragement and support!!

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years

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Trancy Nurse!Reader; Survival AU.

For someone who’s actually an adult, (you’ve confirmed as such with the other servants), your new master certainly enjoys being taken care of as if he’s a child.

Not that you’re complaining. If he didn’t enjoy some looking after, you wouldn’t have a job right now. You’d never have met him, or the triplets, or Claude, or Hannah. You’re not particularly close to the latter two, but you’ve become rather enamored of the triplets, and you do adore ALOIS.

All things considered, it’s hard for you not to view him as a friend or a son when you’re fussing over him whilst he’s sick. You think he’s been through quite a bit, and he was... vocal... about his pain when you were attempting to keep his wounds cared for.

Now that he’s mostly healed from the wounds, he’s still somewhat melancholy, preferring to isolate himself from the servants except for you... only he’s also showing you a more playful side. He seems content to complain to you; maybe because he knows you’ll take his complaints seriously, that you won’t think he’s just whining or try to make him be quiet.

After Claude informed you that “the master isn’t feeling well this morning”, you’ve spent practically the entire day by Alois’ side. Even though it seems like nothing more than a cold or maybe a touch of the flu, he appears much more comfortable when you’re there tending to him.

At first he was hesitant to be touched. Thankfully, it seems he really only trusts you to do things such as you’ve done today, like helping him through a cool bath to get his fever down, patting his back when he’s coughing, giving him medicine.

(You suppose it should break your heart that he only trusts you, not any of the others. And it does. At the same time... you’re glad he does trust you, rather than not trusting anyone at all, or he’d be so much worse off.)

“What do you see in those dumb gits anyway?” The question comes as a surprise, after you’ve just finished changing him into a more comfortable shirt to sleep in, and before he grabs his handkerchief to blow his nose.

You raise an eyebrow, tugging his shirt down so it doesn’t come up at his throat and choke him. “Who do you mean?”

He gestures to the door. “You know! Them! You’re always making eyes at one of them or another. Which one brought me tea earlier?”

“... Oh! Timber.” You draw back and glance at the half-empty cup on the nightstand which has certainly gone cold by now. “Do you want a fresh cup? I can go find him and...”

“That’s not my point. And... maybe.” Alois leans back to settle in against his pillows. By this point he appears so exhausted from being ill, you’re surprised he doesn’t fall asleep right then. “My point is... I can tell what you’re thinking when you look at them.” His eyes fall half-lidded. “It’s the way I used to look at Claude.”

Oh, you think. So that’s what’s what with regard to how he treats Claude. Of course, you don’t have all the details. But ‘used to’ and the mention of his feelings in relation to yours gives you enough.

You lean forward, armed with a jar of camphor that you begin to spread over your master’s neck and the top of his chest. “I see. Deep breaths in, now, the vapor can’t help your congestion if you don’t breathe it in.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Ugh, but I hate the way it smells.”

“How can you even smell it right now?” you laugh. You put the jar away all the same, though, wiping your hands off on a towel. “Is it... a problem? Me feeling romantic toward the triplets, I mean.”

“Problem? No. Go bloody nuts with them, for all I care,” he scoffs. “I’m just of the opinion that you... should think about what you’re doing. Those three are more irritating than a year-long mosquito bite. You don’t think you deserve better than that?”

You tilt your head. “And you didn’t think you deserved better than Claude?”

Alois’ face flushes bright pink, and he halfheartedly tosses a pillow at you. “I’m not talking about that. If you don’t want me to be concerned about you, I won’t be! I just...” Before he can finish whatever he was going to say, a bout of coughing cuts him off. It’s bad enough to bend him forward, a fist brought up to press against his mouth, sounding like he can’t get a decent breath in.

There you are, of course, giving a few firm pats between his shoulder blades to help ease things a bit. “Thank you for your concern, my lord. I do appreciate it; you’re kind to worry about me.” Once his coughing subsides, you let your hand fall away. “Right now, you should just worry about yourself. You need to rest, and you can continue fretting about how unworthy of me the boys are once you’re over this cold, alright?”

Though his expression suggests displeasure with your advice, he flops back onto the bed, trying to breathe. “... Rest, right? Sleep.”

“Mhm, sleep. It’s the best thing for you while you’re ill.”

He nods absently, then looks at the door... then back at you. “Would you... stay with me? Get in the bed and... and hold me while I sleep? I don’t want anyone else being allowed near me while I’m asleep, and I know you won’t let them.”

Truthfully, you think that it’s more likely he simply doesn’t want to be alone whilst he’s not feeling well.

Still, you oblige, slipping under the covers. When you hold your arms out, he eagerly leans against you to be guided into an embrace. He feels so small and vulnerable in your arms, like he needs to be protected. “Is this alright?”

“Perfect. I’m so tired...” he murmurs. “Goodnight...”

“Goodnight, Your Highness,” you hum, and you think he laughs weakly at that.

“No, no... don’t call me... mmmh...”

He’s asleep within moments, nuzzled up against you. After a few minutes, the triplets come to the door, peeking in... only for you to lift a finger to your lips and silently shoo them out.

You’ll be with them later. Right now, your master needs his nurse, and you’re not about to be someone else who fails him.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #Alois Trancy #minific #platonic #whump #hurt/comfort #domestic #there's a lil romantic sprinkling of Triplets/Reader but meh I'm not gonna tag it for that #we focusing on my boy and Reader being the best nurse in the whole world to him #THIS GOT TOO LONG I JUST WANT HIM TO BE TAKEN CARE OF DAMMIT!!!!!

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