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Hi! I'm obsessed with your rival mob bosses AU. It's so exciting and sexy!! After I read your last fic, I can't get this scenario out of my head: Kro made a move to have his revenge after threats he got from Thena and Gil. He figured it out that these two have feelings for each other and managed to coordinate an attack that critically injured Thena (it can also be Gil as well, up to you). When Gil heard that she got injured, he just completely lost it and then proceed to leverage all of his resources to hunt Kro down. After that, he went to see Thena and went all soft and gentle with her, totally the opposite of Tyrant King persona he was. I am a sucker for hurt/comfort fics, and I just need this to happen between these scary and yet adorable rival mob bosses. Can you write it, please? Thank you so much! Love love love all of your writings!

Thena woke as she felt the bed dip. She'd been in Sersi's recovery ward for what really felt like months, at this point. It certainly was more than six weeks, and enough time that she'd had to delegate much of her business to Kingo and Karun during her time away.

The bastard had poisoned her.

Somehow, Kro had managed to intercept food she'd ordered and slip in just the right poison. Had she been alone - or with anyone but Sersi - she could have suffered much worse consequences. The Princess of Poisons just happened to have an antidote to the most poisonous options.

Then Gilgamesh had heard about what happened.

All he'd told her was that he'd 'taken care of it'. How very Tyrant King of him.

But, over the course of their treatments, Ajak and Sersi had given her at least what they'd been able to hear from their own informative channels.

According to various sources, Kro gets word that his attempt is unsuccessful, and wisely tries to flee before he's captured. It's never wise to try and turn on someone in the business when you're in the business yourself. So, Kro immediately tries to secure a flight out. But Gilgamesh reaches out an iron fist and grounds the plane he's booked. Kro is pulled out of airport security for a 'private examination'. Gilgamesh is waiting for him.

Kro leaves the airport via ambulance.

"The only reason he's alive is because I want Thena to have the chance to finish him off herself, if she wants."

And she did want to finish him off herself. Ajak was holding him in her own recovery ward until she was well enough to do so, too. But until then, Thena was still in Sersi's care.

Gilgamesh had spent every night by her side.

"Are you up?"

Thena sighed as his more-and-more familiar palm brushed over her forehead and then her hair. He could already tell she was, she knew. He'd only gotten better at reading every little thing off of her since resigning himself to her side.

Despite Sersi and her workers' around the clock care, he spent every possible minute with her.

"C'mere," he whispered, gathering her in his arms to roll her over and prop her up against her pillows. "How're you doing, Princess?"

She puffed through her nose. Despite his new obsession with doting on her like a worrisome goose, he hadn't lost all his mannerisms. "What did you do with your day?"

"Business as usual," he chuckled, reaching under his chair and rifling through his bag. "Think you can eat a little something?"

"I suppose," she sighed, pulling her arms out from under the covers.

"I made chazuke," he said and smiled as soft as the white robe pulled around her. He untwisted a thermos and pulled out the bowl and other containers he'd brought with him.

"Gil, you don't have t-"

"Come on," he grinned, gathering up some rice, tea broth and poached salmon all in one spoonful. "Say 'ahhhhh'!"

Thena huffed at him. She hadn't had much of a choice in the very beginning when her fine motor skills were still recovering. But ever since she'd regained the ability to raise a fork, she'd insisted he didn't have to feed her--literally.

Gilgamesh continued to smile, scooching his chair forward and holding the spoon out. "Open up, Princess."

Thena blushed. But, reluctantly, she accepted the bite, letting out a sigh as soon as it hit her tongue. Everything he cooked was so good. Sersi's cooks weren't novices either, but everything Gil brought her was absolutely oozing with care.

"What did Ajak say while she was here?" he asked her between spoonfuls, as if they always shared meals like this.

"She said that progress is being made at an acceptable rate." Thena took another bite, leaning less and less each time until she was settled against her pillows and Gil was bringing each bite directly to her lips for her. "My recovery might come sooner than expected."

"I hope so."

Somewhere along the way, all fronts and charades had faded away. From the moment Gilgamesh had stepped into her private room in the recovery wing, he'd been as soft as a lily petal. He'd whispered soft, loving words to her, brushed her hair, carried her as needed.

Sersi had only ever thought of objecting when he volunteered to carry out Thena's daily sponge bath. But Thena, once awake - as brief as it was - had no objections. Sersi had kept quiet about it. She'd had her suspicions about them, just like many in their business.

"Are you sure business is doing well with you here all the time?"

"Don't care," he admitted freely, bringing another bite up for her. He tipped the oval shaped spoon up for her to get the broth. "You think I'd be anywhere else?"

"Gilgamesh-"

"The woman I love is hurt."

Thena turned her head, staring at him with her whole body cushioned by the plush pillows provided for her. All she had thought since regaining her senses was that it was a poor substitute for the sensation of resting against Gil's chest.

"Where else could I be while you're here?" he tilted his head to meet her eyes properly. She blinked. He lowered the spoon, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just a press of lips to lips. Thena accepted just as gently. Her lips tasted like the delicate green tea in which he'd submerged equally delicate jasmine rice. She couldn't taste coffee on him. Supposedly he'd given it up after learning she couldn't have any system stimulants while she was recovering.

"You're exposing your weakness."

"I don't think it was much of a secret," he lamented to her, brushing some hair away from her cheek. "That my weakness is right out in the open."

Thena remained quiet, and he obviously didn't expect her to say anything, either. She accepted the last bite, watching as Gil packed everything up afterwards. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, anyway.

"Gil?"

He leaned forward, eager to carry out whatever she was about to ask. He sprang forward even more when she strained all her muscles just to lean up off her pillows. "Hey, take it easy, Ice. I know you're tired of being laid up here, but-"

"Lie down with me?" Thena stared up at him, her green eyes glassy with frustration. She gripped a fistful of his shirt as he held her. "Please?"

He hadn't said no to her yet (except for her attempt at bribing him to bring paperwork from her office). "Anything for you, your Majesty."

She let the name slide, just this once. He handled her gently, climbing into the bed and propping her up against his side , nestling her between his thick arm and his even thicker chest. It offered a familiar sturdiness and warmth she'd been craving.

Gil bent his knees under the blankets, positioning his sock feet around her bare ones. "You okay, Sweetness?"

"Hm," Thena sighed, relaxing against the warmth of him. She had never understood the idea that a cat's purring was healing for human beings. But the feeling lying beside Gil certainly made her feel like she was healing twice as quickly.

Gil settled his arms around her, cradling her against him both firmly and gently. He had no intention of letting her go--of letting anything harmful come anywhere near her again. But that was their business. They were fighters--their businesses and the world around them demanded vigilance and strength from them. And yet just this once, his life had made room for softness and gentleness and love. Real, genuine love, for the woman who held his heart in her palms.

So he exercised that gentility. He took advantage of the rare opportunity to hold the woman he loved, and call her sweet things and run his fingers through her hair.

Thena nearly had something on the tip of her tongue, but let it vanish. There would always be more time for cold reminders about the world awaiting them. But she had also enabled herself to revel in their afforded moments together.

Gil blinked as he felt her undo a few shirt buttons, but he smiled as she pressed her forehead against his chest, over his heartbeat. He ran a hand over her hair. "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Surprise me," she whispered, still making small adjustments to get closer and closer to him. Her reply was a kiss to her forehead, promising the fulfillment of her request.

"Anything you need," he whispered against the top of her head.

"I need," she started and paused. She couldn't remember the last time she'd uttered these words. Maybe she had never truly said them in her life. One word, really. Just one little stupid word she had been trying to spit out for months.

Gil waited.

"I need," she sighed, dropping her head against his heart again, "the man I love to shut up and let me sleep."

Gil's arms tightened around her, his smile buried in her sunshine hair. "Yes, dear."

#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #the favourite of the people #and don't get me wrong #I also love these two #If the people want hurt/comfort #who am I to deny them?#Listen guys #so long as you want to read them #I'll write them #as long as I am able

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