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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hey hey! Love your doctor au!

My request: two patient coming in but they are highly aggressive and hallucinating very badly and suddenly They start attacking Thena. Lucky for her Gil sees this and protects her!

"Hey!"

Heads turn as one of the ER beds starts rattling. It's the last in the line, and Thena's voice travels out to the rest of the room as she tries to restrain her patient.

"No! No, they're everywhere!" It's a young male, late high school or perhaps early college age. He's tall, well built. He and the patient next to him were picked up in a convenience store parking lot on some form of substance.

Thena tries to hold his arm still. She wasn't even as far as getting blood pressure when he started thrashing. "Take it easy!"

"No! I have to get out of here!" The kid starts flailing even more, maybe not even aware of Thena yet.

"Oh my god," Ajak gasps as she sees it, waving to the security guards stationed closer to the main door, "help her!"

The two rush over, but the kid is full of adrenaline, and the other one needs restraining too, up and screaming about locusts in the air vents.

"Thena!" Ajak runs over to her but skids to a halt. The patient is hallucinating, high on adrenaline and whatever else, in no state to be approached, that's for sure.

"Don't," Thena grunts as she tries to get the kid's hands off her face as he begs her to shut off the air in the room. He grips the collar of her scrubs, "provoke...him..."

Ajak looks around the room, but it's been a quiet night. All their interns are on other cases or on break. Even then, she doesn't know if any of them would be able to overpower this particular patient alone. "Where's Gil?"

The other nurses are already scrambling for the check in log, seeing if he's in the building or on a run.

"I'll even take Kingo."

"Gil's checked in as of 7 minutes ago."

"Get him here!"

The page goes out for active paramedics to triage. Ajak goes to the patient that security did manage to wrangle and gets a sedative into him. She looks at Thena every few seconds, anxiously keeping an eye on her situation of trying to talk down the more nervous one.

"You'll choke if you don't close your lungs!"

"Thena!"

Thena claws at him as his hands close around her long, slim neck. It's easy for his palms to press into her windpipe. She claws at his hands, his face--anything she can reach.

"Get off her!"

Gil charges over, barrelling towards them. The kid still doesn't blink, but Gil wastes no time, with no concern for being too rough with a patient. He grabs the back of the kid's neck, making him reflexively reach to stop whatever is causing his pain. Thena drops to the floor and gasps for air.

Gil throws the kid with one hand--tosses him like a doll into the wall behind them.

Thena draws air into her lungs desperately, coughing and sputtering as she holds her sore throat. She feels Gil lean down to her, his hand on her back, enclosing a safe space for her as she regains her bearings.

"Thena, hey, look at me," he whispers. It's gentle, as is everything with Gil, but she can hear the urgency in it. He's scared. "Please, Thena."

She pulls her head up to look at him, although the blurriness in her vision is a red flag. She blinks at him, feeling his hands on her cheeks. He pulls her closer to him, letting her lean against him. Adrenaline drains out and the heaviness of fatigue replaces it.

Gil holds her head under his chin, his hand on her arm and the other arm around her back.

"Everyone okay?" one of the security guards leans down to ask them.

Gil's glare sends him a step or two backwards. "Where the hell were you?"

Before security becomes the next target of Gil's undeniable strength - and surprisingly frightening temper - Ajak comes over. She puts a hand on Gil's shoulder, meeting his eyes to ask permission from him.

Reluctantly, he loosens his hold on Thena. It's enough for Ajak to pick up her fallen stethoscope and use it for herself, listening to her heart, listening to her breathing. She touches Thena's neck ever so gently.

"I'm fine," Thena protests, but it's a little wheezy sounding, and Ajak can see the redness where bruises will form in all shapes and colours.

"Fine my ass," Ajak glares at her, and finds that even Thena knows better to argue with the mother hen of the ER. She pats Gil's shoulder, "take her to the bus to get some cold compacts on that neck. I'll handle things in here."

"But-"

"Thena," Ajak snaps her fingers and points at her, silencing the doctor completely. Ajak nods them away, taking Thena's stethoscope with her. She'll get it back after Ajak is satisfied that she's been cared for.

Thena sighs, feeling Gil close in around her. She presses a hand to his chest, "I can walk, Gil."

He looks at her desperately, and her heart pulls.

"Really," she whispers, at least allowing him to help her to her feet. Her knees have a little bit of a wobble to them, but she's the Goddess of War, and she doesn't hobble away from anything.

Gil keeps an arm wrapped around her on the way to the ambulance, passing Kingo complaining to Ajak about what 'I'll even take Kingo' meant. "Hey."

Kingo notices Gil walking by, notices the ghostly silence of Thena hovering beside him, and notices them on their way to their ambulance. He nods.

Thena sighs again, testing the tenderness of her neck for herself, "I can't take the rest of the night off, you know. We sent all those damned kids home because it was so slow."

Gil shakes his head, guiding her gently by the shoulder to the back of the vehicle and holding her hand as she steps up into it. "If only they'd been able to tell us what they were on. We could have known they weren't marijuana high but something more dangerous."

Thena shrugs her shoulders as she takes a seat on one of the benches, "these things happen."

"Yeah, but it happened to you," Gil argues with a deep set frown, pulling the doors closed behind him as he sits next to her, "that's the problem."

Thena moves silently, letting him turn her back to him in the small space. He pulls at the collar of her scrubs gently, afraid to so much as brush his fingers against her already damaged skin. "It could have been worse."

"Sh," he whispers, collecting her hair out of his way oh-so gently, "let me work, Doctor Thena."

She puffs through her nose in a soft laugh, turning her head to let him continue his examination. She can feel just the tips of his fingers travelling around the bend of her neck and the curve of her shoulders. She lets him turn her again, keeping her head angled as he examines the front damage.

Gil tugs her shirt as needed, although there's no hint of blunt trauma anywhere even as far down as her clavicle. He runs his fingers along the prominence of the bone, casting shadows along her ghostly pale skin.

Thena's breath hitches.

"Sorry," he whispers, not asking if it's his cold hands or if it hurts or if it's just a sensitive spot for her. He moves back to her neck, with clear marks already of where those hands had closed around it. He hovers his fingers near it but doesn't dare make contact. "Hurt?"

Thena stays quiet, and she's obviously thinking about lying to him about it. But he brushes his thumb along her jaw and she deflates, "a little sore."

Gil nods. He can imagine it's sore; it's going to bruise something awful, that's for sure. He reaches into a drawer and pulls out an ice-gel pack. "You should get something on that to help the blood flow."

Thena smiles, letting him press the cold against her neck for her. She sighs faintly at the relief of it, her hands coming to rest on his wrist as he holds it for her.

"Really scared me, y'know."

She opens her eyes, and he has that same heart wrenching look on his face. He looks like a puppy left out in the rain. She imagines she goes tender in the eyes as well, leaning her cheek against his hand on her neck.

Gil reaches up with his other hand, brushing her hair away from her face. "I've never been so terrified as when I saw him holding you like that."

Thena's eyes drift down between them. She can't imagine what it would have been like for him to arrive on a scene like that. She remembers the fear that had gripped her during the car crash incident that had Gil fainting in her ER. She...could have handled that better, in retrospect.

Thena's eyes flutter as Gil pulls her forward, pressing his lips to her temple (the way she had done for him that time, and then run away and refused to talk about it).

"You know I'm not leaving your side for the rest of the night."

Thena smiles, half-encircled in his warm, strong arms in her half-turned position. Their knees knock together, but she turns her smile into the inside of his wrist to hide at least some of it. "You have a job to do, Gil. We both do?"

"Kingo will cover for me," Gil says a little more easily, and Thena lets out a faint laugh this time. It's still a little thinner and gaspier than he would like, but it's still her laugh. "You said it was a slow night. And you have - what - seven more hours? I'm not letting you do that alone."

"Ajak is in there alone now, I have to get back to her!"

"Okay, okay," Gil pulls away with a lopsided smile. He lifts the compress, checking if it did anything. The redness of her skin has improved at least a little. "Okay, fine, I admit it's pretty surface. No need for a full on neck brace or anything."

Thena claims and savours her victory.

"But you still shouldn't strain your voice tonight," he continues as they both stand to go back inside. "Let Ajak or me do most of the talking. And I'm filing a complaint about those security numbskulls."

"Don't file a complaint," she scolds him as he helps her down from the step at the back of the bus. "HR will drag it on and on and on."

Gil frowns, his hands settling on her hips as he keeps her with him for a second longer, "I find their failure to do their jobs pretty serious, Thena."

She shakes her head at him, resting her hands on his hips to match his posture. "It's their job to protect both patients and staff, not me specifically, Gil."

He pouts at her.

"Don't look at me like that," she smiles, slipping her hands away but tugging at one of his belt loops to pull him with her again. "I'm already letting you follow me around for the rest of shift. I can only make so many exceptions for you."

"You?--making exceptions for me?" Gil scoffs as he walks in beside her, "you're lucky I haven't thrown you over my shoulder and walked out with you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Don't tempt me," he whispers, shrugging off his work hoodie and laying it over her shoulders. She looks at it but he puts his hand over it, not willing to accept it back for the rest of the night, "Doctor."

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #the dRAMA!!!!#I love it though #Protective Gil but also caring Gil #he is so so gentle with her #the softest looks #the softest touches #he has the most experience with caring for her after all #it's said that doctors make the worst patients #and I'm sure that's true #in any case except Thena and Gil #Thena is like so I shattered my ankle on the way to work but I tied a chunk of ice to it I'm fine #Gil is like absolutely not I am going to fill the rehab pool with ice and throw you in it so hELP ME #meanwhile poor Ajak is like #this is all great will one of you please help me with the patients

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brainrotfm · 3 months

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the world put you in front of me and we aligned

pairing: ryomen sukuna x reader

word count: ~1.5k

short description: the king of curses has never been asked for comfort before, but that doesn't mean he won't indulge you.

notes: no beta barely edited probably ooc; no content warnings just the fluffiest lil thing you'll ever get from me, mwah! manga credit used for header image [nsfw, 18+]!

"Tell me what you need, little one, while I still feel patient."

"Well I-I... I don't know how to ask for that," you reply sheepishly, ducking your head to hide the flush that was starting to prickle across your cheeks at your own discomfort. Two fingers caught your chin, evading your retreat into yourself, tilting doe eyes back into the intense, scarlet-hot gaze of the man towering over you still, not one to back away from an uncomfortable situation so easily.

"Use your words, brat," Sukuna purrs cheekily in return, gravelly and low but warm like molasses, trying to lure you out of whatever self-conscious spiral he was watching you fall into - it wouldn't work. Not when he was willing and able to catch you.

The way he touched you, the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you: it would sound silly if you tried to say it out loud, but there was no other word that came to mind but reverence. Utter devotion or nothing at all, there was no in between with someone like him. Were you projecting? Did the passion between you two feel too good to be true, not because of him, but because of you?

Because you couldn't handle being seen by him, could you?

It wasn't easy, but it was familiar; you didn't, couldn't, ask for help, because you didn't have the vocabulary to explain what you needed help with, exactly. No one could snap their fingers and make all your problems go away; if they could, you wouldn't ask for that, because a charmed life had no real value. And yet... no matter what you said, there was an unflappable feeling in your gut that Sukuna would scorch the earth to give you whatever you desired, the closest thing to a god you may ever see.

"I just want you to hold me," and the words sounded silly as soon as they left your mouth. He was a CURSE for god's sake, or at least, he was one. By all accounts, he was a monster, a being of the lowest morale, and there was nothing that would make him to succumb to the petty whims of the human he just so happened to have a dalliance with. A blip on his cosmic radar, a temporary satisfaction in an endless lifetime. He didn't have the time to waste, the capacity to care, the attachment to give --

Except as soon as the words left your mouth, the smallest of smirks twitched the sides of his lips. As always, you yielded when given a command, and he was always filled with a silent pride by your willingness to succumb for him. Without a word, Sukuna scooped you from the couch bridal-style, earning him a startled yip that turned his smile wider. You felt the echo of his chuckle rumble deep in his chest as he carried you into the bedroom, a protest on your lips that this isn't what you meant, not everything was a code for sex... "Sukuna, I..."

The complaint died in your throat though, not having time to manifest as you squeaked instead; Sukuna had kneed his way onto the bed, still not dropping you as he set his back against the headboard and gingerly, with all the tenderness in the world, set you down across his lap. It would've brought tears to your eyes, if you hadn't been so bewildered by this side of your lover, one who got you both off thanks to his penchant for sadism, but this time...

This time, he used his immense reach to grab the comforter, pulling it over your bodies. This time, he used the hand still wrapped around your back, propping you up, to begin tucking in the seams of the blanket, bounding you tightly against him. This time, the heat of your combined body warmth overpowered your cyclone spin of anxiety. This time, his free hand came up to cup your cheek for a moment, looking into your watery, hazy hues before placing the most delicate kiss against your forehead. This time, you would even call him chaste, not a word you ever imagined using in reference to Sukuna. This time, he looked for nothing more, wordlessly pulling your face into his chest as the arm around your back tightened its hold. This time, he really did just... just hold you.

It was too much.

By the time your cheek had pressed against heat of his skin, you were a goner. Maybe you were just that obvious - maybe he saw how pathetic and hopeless you felt, and knew that no amount of his usual teasing would cajole you out of your reverie. You're not sure he could feel sadness; you're not really sure he ever had, but you appreciated this act of softness from him. (He could, though rarely, and he did, though oftentimes only because of you, or in this case, for you). Shaking like a leaf in the wind, you curled as far into him as you possibly could, and with a heave, an onslaught of tears began to leave your body like the damn had broken at the end of a wet summer.

Where did he learn comfort like this? A large palm rested against your lower back, splayed open and anchoring you to his lap, not letting you budge an inch, even if you wanted to. His other hand had curled around the side of your neck to its nape, pressing you against him, silently insisting you stay as near to him as possible, to ride out whatever anxiety had taken you so far from him tonight. He would wait. You had only asked to be held, so he remained silently, trying not to focus on the way your pathetic little hiccups would make his heart squeeze, or why the white-hot lick of anger curled beneath his skin at seeing you in this state.

The more you succumbed to your sadness, though, the worse it seemed to get; the riptide of emotion had grabbed you by the ankle and sought to drown you in its depths tonight. Sukuna noticed immediately when your breaths had grown panicked and short, hiccups faltering into staccato sobs, and your heart began hammering out of rhythm with his own.

No, no, that would not do. You were supposed to be soothed. You couldn't see his brow furrow sullenly, confusion flickering behind maroon eyes, a sound akin to a growl unfurling in his chest. His exasperation with your befuddling human emotions was short-lived. The growing rumble in his chest had finally moored all your senses to the same shore, grounding you in tandem with the anchor points of physical touch.

Once he realized you liked it - and he should've realized you'd like it, you often enjoyed his primal sounds in other scenarios, too - well, of course he continued, your emotional fulfillment his main concern at the moment.

You must be dreaming. That was the only thought in your head as your hiccups waned into pitiful sniffles, doe eyes sore and half-lidded in the shelter of Sukuna's chest. "R-ryo...?" you managed to bleat, softer than he'd ever heard his name on your lips before, and the use of his first name had your lover purring again with a low timbre hum, giving your entire form an encouraging squeeze to signify his attention.

"Don't go... please, don't go," you whined, barely above a whisper, and something in chest shattered at your unwillingness to be without him, now that you had let him in to that tightly locked room he'd call your heart. If he had thought dominating your physical body had been pleasurable, there was an absolute intoxication that came from you being this kind of vulnerable with him; where he had always assumed he'd feel disgust, he felt a dizzying delight in pacifying you this way, still a dance of your bodies, just with different choreography than he'd ever known before.

"Oh, little one," the king of curses assuaged in a tone of equal measure, his whisper husked as he ducked to kiss your forehead again, reveling in the enchanting sigh he earned from you at such a simple affection. With that, he began to rustle you into place for sleep, more delicately than he'd ever handled you before; though, it could be noted that he was still a selfish man, and didn't give you any room to move or curl away from him, intent to keep you tucked against his chest for the rest of time if it meant witnessing you like this, at your most docile.

Your pretty face was folded into the juncture where his chest met his neck, and he could feel your breathing settle into dreamy sighs, comforted and cared for exactly the way you'd asked, so trustful that you would dare to sleep in his presence, the sweetest of lambs curled up and comfortable in the middle of the lion's den. He could kill you, right there. He would kill for you, right then.

"There is nowhere I could go that I could not take you," Sukuna promised softly into the darkness of your room, hoping you'd hear his promise in your dreams. Now that he knew this, he never wanted to know anything again.

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