Thanos X Namgyu Fanart Novels & Stories

He swung his machete and walked over before he contemptuously said, “What do you want to do?” At this time, a man who was two-meters tall walked out from the team of one hundred people. There was a deep knife mark on his face, and his gaze was as fierce and ruthless as a wolf. He was the leader of these people from the Underground City, Thanos. He stared at Flying Rooster coldly and spoke indifferently. “We’re the guardians of the farm. No matter who you are, nobody is allowed to enter the farm. While you can still gasp, get out of here.”

It dragged him down with a quiet grunt, hips twitching, couch groaning beneath his weight as every nerve in his body lit up. The scene before him played like a symphony. Nigel's breathless gasp as Thanos claimed him, teeth scraping, hands gripping, their skin flushed and sweat-slicked. Thanos's growls deepened, not from dominance, but a fevered, humbled craving. Nigel, ribboned from the earlier command, unwrapped slowly with each movement, each gasp a gift.

He looked so fragile that he could break if touched. What the hell am I thinking of? I thought to myself and took my eyes off him and turned to his father. “Please sir, you said I can use anything to pay my debt. I'm willing to use him and that is if you'll accept him,” his father answered while smiling broadly. I wondered how he had the heart to sell his son without remorse. Not only that, but I mean, he didn't even think twice about selling him. Miguel POV: Unsurprisingly I was sold to Mr. red eye whose name I was yet to know. One thing was sure, he was a man with authority and from my perspective I concluded that he was a Mafia boss.

But I wasn't hungry for anything right now. "Penny for your thoughts?" a familiar voice asked behind me. I turned slightly, the sun nestling behind the horizon, casting an orange glow across Thane. His shirt parted along his chest, the ink of his tattoo barely visible. His tattoo moved marvelously, a simplified version of his dragon. It writhed beneath his skin and coiled against my touch. Not unlike a cat choosing its person. Like how Chunky the cat wound himself around Thane's ankles before leaving the ship.

Blood streaks across the surface and splatters along the walls, creating a spectacular battle scene masterpiece. Coming to a halt. I smirk when I see Thane, one of the Dream Guardian twins, step out of the communications deck. His gaze finds mine, and he rolls his shoulders, cracking his knuckles with a sinister look on his face. Returning my daggers into the sides of my combat boots, I flick the tip of my nose with the pad of my thumb and widen my stance. “Wanna dance, shitface?!” Sarcasm drips from my words.

Isekai Henjiro; has no gift but only good at Ninjitsu technique , a technique that combined ninja moves and jui jitsu together, he is calm and collected and not that decisive and his name was gotten since his dad wants to use him to remember that he transmigrated to this world. Thanatos; a death god that wanted to witness what it feels like being a human, he strike a deal with Zhang fei fei which was not going that well, his powers contain summoning a scythe he called Grimy which can be used to kill almost everything and the scythe can come in wooden handle or a chain handle, he also can summon any kind of weapon though they won't have the ability of killing almost everything. Thanatos also

Morwenna wanted me to paint, and although she was supposed to be painting with me, she had gotten distracted by a squirrel. Pups… ‘Our pups are perfect!’ Thantos said, growling in approval. ‘Yeah.’ I agreed, glancing at Xendaya as Morgana talked to her, her scent reaching my nose as Xendaya glared at the ground. ‘I made that one.’ Thanatos said proudly. I raised an eyebrow. Was he for fucking real? ‘Carry on wishing, it was my dick that did the fucking job and you can’t even fucking be sure of that.’

he says, smiling warmly at Eisa. “No pressure,” she says, rolling her eyes. Thanos is a man of 6’5” with shoulder-length chocolate brown hair with whisps of black, combed to the side in a natural kind of way. He has creases in his olive-toned skin around his icy blue eyes and deep lines going down into his prominent moustache that frames his white and black beard. He’s wearing a very dashing three-piece tuxedo that is predominantly all black silk, with a champagne collar along the jacket and waistcoat, a champagne tie and champagne lining along the pockets of his jacket. He looks like he regularly visits the gym, but when you’re the leaders of an entire magical kingdom, I can imagine being i

he growls in my ear. I want to say something but the sizzling of flesh gains my attention. The two men are pressing the hot silver on Thane’s arm and though the pain must be excruciating, he is looking ahead with his face in a steel expression. When the iron rod is removed, I see a triple spiral symbol etched on his arm. Only then, Thane is taken by the silver on him and takes a few steps back, supported by the same warriors he was fighting not so long before.