Kinda missing the Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU!
Maybe you can write something where Gilgamesh and Thena are in a business meeting with some powerfull people but they are disrespecting and insulting them both greatly (especially Thena) so Gil truly gets angry. You decide if he destroys something or hits someone. An anger never seen before wich even surprises Thena.
It started out reasonably within expectation.
Some old associates of Gil and his family were coming into town, looking to procure some American 'goods' for their business at home in Korea. The negotiations made sense to hold between the visiting associates and Thena and Gil collaboratively.
They had met in Gil's office, in Koreatown. Negotiations went smoothly and it seemed that everyone was on the same page about how business would be conducted going forward.
And then they got a little too 'friendly'.
Word had spread back in Korea about Gil and his sham of an engagement. The Little Heiress and her family had not taken it lightly, airing their disagreement with Gil's entire family all too openly. The family had their reputations to worry about and apparently Gil was being labelled as a failure and embarrassment to the family and its business.
And yet somehow what they had to say about Thena was even worse.
They seemed to be under the impression that she wouldn't understand what they were saying in Korean. And while she hadn't extrapolated every single word exchanged, she understood more than enough to hear them cracking jokes about her being a whore.
"That's enough," Gil advised them, and in English--in no mood to entertain their gossiping (shit talking).
"Come on, Hyung," they both snickered while Thena merely sat there. "The only one who's a bigger slut than you in this situation is her!"
Thena kept quiet.
"Yeah, you chose this one over the Heiress?" the other one barked in laughter. "Great tits, I guess, but a little bony, no?"
"You say one more word about her," Gil growled at them, his fists clenching audibly.
"The fucking better be good--and I mean 'better than daddy's money' good!"
Gil rose from his chair slowly, an expression on his face like nothing Thena had ever seen before. And she had seen him work--he had seen her work. But this... "You don't talk about my wife like that."
"Please," the other snorted, jabbing his thumb in the direction of Thena's chair, blessedly separate from the small couch the two men were sharing. "This bitch? I don't know what kind of spell she put on you with that puss-"
Thena blinked, her hair rustling from the speed with which Gil had crossed the distance from between his desk and landed a punch dead centre in the speaker's face. He toppled over the back of the couch and rolled on the rug a few times, already screaming about his shattered nose cartilage and the bone being scrunched into his skull.
She had heard the impact of bone on bone.
The other one looked at Thena, who was as cold as ice (obviously). He looked at Gil, holding up his hands. "Okay, okay, look, we took it too far. We-"
"Apologise."
Thena barely moved her eyes as the man knelt down in front of her, begging her pardon for his words.
"Beg," Gil commanded, pressing his shoe against the man's head, driving him closer to the floor.
"Please, Ice Queen," the stranger snivelled, truly and deeply afraid of the wrath of the Tyrant King. "I beg your forgiveness."
Thena looked up at Gil, who was visibly deciding whether or not to crush in the head of the man like a can of beer. She drew her lace up around her shoulders, utterly unfazed as his business partner continued to writhe in agony behind them. "It's up to Gilgamesh."
"Hyung," the man cried, his head still being held down by Gil's foot, "p-please, I'll never--I'll never speak badly of your wife again!"
"You're right," Gil acquiesced, stepping off his head and dragging him up to his knees by his hair to look him in the eye. "You'll never speak disrespectfully about her again. And just as a form of insurance-"
They all knew what was coming: the prepayment--the deposit, as it were.
Gil wound back for a full force swing, punching the guy so squarely in the throat he choked and gagged, his adam's apple seeming to completely crumble into his neck.
Thena looked over at the mess of a meeting, both men writhing in pain, unable to speak or perhaps even breathe. "They'll make a mess of your floor."
Gil swiped his swinging fist off with his pocket square and tossed the handkerchief down onto the head of the one struggling the most to breathe. "So I'll tell their escorts to take them to the hospital instead of the hotel."
Thena remained seated, watching with a mild expression as he paged his building reception to do just that, also muttering about a carpet cleaning service to come for blood and whatever other substances were expelled while the men were fighting for their lives.
Gil sighed, ending the call and leaning on his desk. He looked up at Thena.
She loosened her lace just faintly. "I don't know if I've ever seen you so angry. And I heard about the threat you made to Eros to send him across the pond again."
"Yeah, but you didn't see it," he chuckled, although his usual lightness hadn't quite returned to him yet. "And I think you and I both have every right to be mad about the things they said about you."
"Like what?" Thena asked facetiously, having understood a minimum of 90% of it.
"Nice try, Princess," Gil managed a smile, walking out from his desk again and going to her side. He leaned on the armrest of her singular chair (he was never going to let those slime balls sit close enough to be within arm's reach of her). "I know you know what they were saying."
She thought she had kept her learning Korean concealed from him. But there would be time to worry about what gave her away later; she smiled up at him coyly, "Gilgamesh, being a woman in any business requires becoming accustomed to being called a slut and a harlot and any variation thereupon. They said nothing I haven't heard before."
"Well I couldn't let them say it when I was here," he grumbled, tapping the side of her elbow where her lace was resting, only to slip his hand under it and up to her bare shoulder. "Sorry."
Thena gave him a raise of her brow, "I think you rather like it when I let you act all macho and territorial."
"Let me?" he snickered before leaning down to kiss her cheek, whispering with his lips all but pressed against her skin. "I am macho, and territorial."
Thena allowed the gentle affection, despite not being entirely alone for it. Or perhaps it was because the evidence was so abundant that this man was willing to do absolutely anything for her, and her honour. She lifted a hand, patting his cheek lightly, "a bit of a showoff, is what you are."
Gil pulled back and offered a small smirk, but it was a hint of his genuine smile, at least. "Well, did it work?"
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Cibia dear, I'm so happy you are back! ^-^ I miss your adorable chibis bringing joy in my dash! And speaking of this… Have you seen Our flag means death? 'Cause I'd love to see the characters in your stile!!! :3
Aww, thank you (´▽`) you're so kind! I really hope to get back into drawing soon! The idea still makes me a bit uneasy though, aaaa ;;
I know the show's a hit, but...I haven't watched it yet ;//; and I don't know when I will ;;;;;;; sorry! I'm the worst when it comes to tv shows, you literally have to tie me up and force me to watch them, no matter how much good it is. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I don't like tv shows (on the contrary!), it is just very unlikely that I watch them of my own free will, ahah xD I need a guide and a warden
Just for the record, I watched Stranger Things for the very first time a couple of weeks ago, and the same thing happened with GoT, I binge-watched it one month before the final season, oops. The Witcher was an exception because at that time I was playing Wild Hunt and had already read most of the books and so I was curious.
So, who knows? Maybe in the future! X3
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