Gilgamesh X Reader (Fate)

You were the complete opposite of him.


You put others before yourself, often times facing the consequences of doing so.


Yes, people spoke about him behind his back, whispering cruel words as he passed however, they feared to speak them loud and clear. He would simply turn to face them and they would gather their things and leave as quickly as they could, fear in their eyes as they did so.


For you, they would curse you. They would push you down with their words and their hands. Their anger, empathy, and sadness causing them to act out. Act out at you. Apologizing later, telling you they loved you and would never do something like that again. They were upfront about their objections and you, wanting to put the other first, would listen, taking the brute of their actions.


He could see what they did to you. He could see the bruises, the cuts, the way your face seemed to look more and more tired.


He had seen the times the others would back down upon seeing you. They didn't want to injure an innocent in this secret war between the families. He would listen as you spoke about him to others. You spoke so honestly, only kind words were shared about him. They were not forced neither were they about his looks or charm. They were about his kindness, the rare times he showed such an emotion, his love, like the times he would wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer, his gentleness, like the time he held you so carefully the night you had been beaten so bad you could barely walk. 


You were totally enthralled by him and for the first time he recuperated the feelings.


Well at least he assumed that.


The way he would lean in closer the moment a man came too close for comfort. Or the way his heart would miss a beat when he saw you look at him and give him that adorable smile. Or the way his hands would get clammy as he held your hands in his own. Or perhaps it was the way he would crush down anyone who even looked at you the wrong way.


You would voice your complaints, telling him to stop because it wasn't right.


He never listened.


Not because he disliked you, it was because what the people were doing to you weren't right.


He promised himself he would never allow you to be hurt. Not like the night you came to him, broken, hurt, bleeding. You had fallen into his arms, relief flooding over you as you gripped his shirt.


It was the first time he had seen you so vulnerable.


It was at that time, his arm wrapped around your torso and the other intertwined in your hair, he decided to kill whoever had done this to you. He promised this to the very sky he glared up to that night.


It was why no one bothered you anymore, at least the people who treated you so poorly.


As he wrapped his arm around your torso, pulling you close to place a gentle kiss on your lips before he left to battle he whispered to you,


"I love you"

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