Thanos X Namgyu Fanart Novels & Stories

I continued, changing the subject just enough to keep her guessing, “they’re starting a fan club for me.” Aria rolled her eyes. “You must be thrilled.” “It’s going to be wild. Girls wanting me to sign their boobs, I heard.” “Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath. I popped open my locker, dug around for a second, and pulled out the shirt I had been saving. Holding it up, I proudly displayed it for her. Black cotton, bold white letters, a photo of me mid-throw on the field, and under it in cheesy gold lettering: Kai Blackthorn’s No. 1 Fan.

The most appalling part was that there was a massive tattoo etched onto his chest. It was of a sturdily built monkey with its fangs bared and claws brandished. “Hanuman. The people of Thailand believe in the God of Strength, Hanuman.” Juan immediately realized that Thailand’s mana talisman tattoos always had a strong meaning, and the Hanuman tattoo symbolized power. Juan had never believed in the so-called mana talisman tattoos. Even when Waltier brought in the most well-known monk of Thailand to etch the love locker tattoo for him and Mona, Juan was of the opinion that it was an odd superstition.

The maids soon wore pitiful countenances as they headed out to work. They all did expect one who couldn't stop herself from gaping at Thane. Her co-workers tried to snap her out of her constant gawking, but she paid less attention to them. He's shirtless with the expertly drawn tattoo of a moon visible to every seeing eyes. Someone might find it strange for a tattoo of the moon to be drawn. But, Thane loves it. Maybe it's because of his immense obsession of the moon at such a tender age. Thane took notice of the unfocused maid. A frown played on his lips as he glared intimidatingly at her.

With an appearance better suited for a nimble shortstop, his skin was translucent enough to reveal the faint blue veins beneath. Staring at that pale, fragile nape of his neck, a bizarre thirst flared within Yuhwan—a vicious sadism masquerading as a protective instinct, a dark urge to lock him away in his embrace and crush him before anyone else could touch him. Arriving at his Gangnam penthouse—a luxury high-rise he completely owned—Yuhwan roughly parked the car in the private garage and scooped Haneul into his arms. The waist trapped in his grip felt ridiculously narrow.

“Namgyu’s in town. He wants to see you.” A small chill ticked down my spine. Kim Namgyu, a korean 35 year old guy. he is the sort of man who can make a room laugh while quietly removing a problem with two fingers. He owns an empire of neon: a hundred and ten clubs, bars, and restaurants stitched across the country like a constellation with cover charges. Caisen calls him “a charming malfunction.” I call him Sierra’s favorite disaster. He’s terrifying in the way oceans are: beautiful until you’re under.

Burning with possession. My heart dropped into my stomach. “Tyla,” he growled. “Step away from him.” Kyron moved instantly, pulling me behind him as his aura exploded outward. “Touch her ” Kyron snarled. “And I will end you.” Thane’s lips curved into a terrifying smile. “This isn’t over,” he said. “Not by a long shot.” The moon flared brighter. And my world cracked open.

Aphrodite and Thanos is right behind us. My love we are on our way.

Thanos stood near a mirror, his back to me, doing something I couldn’t quite make out. “Thanos…” I began, my voice barely a whisper, but before I could say more, he turned. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. His eyes wasn't the brown ones I knew, but instead they were red like mine and gleamed in the low light, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he stared directly at me. “Hello, Lyra,” he said, his voice smooth yet charged with menace. He took a step toward me, his crimson gaze locking onto mine.

Clean cut black hair, rigid wolf-like eyes, golden skin, thick straight brows, small pointed nose, perfectly shaped lips, tiny face, wide shoulder and long legs; even if he's wearing a ripped pants and white shirt, he looks like a prince sitting on the carpet. Therefore, the maids from the kitchen and on the other side of the mansion are all peeking at the handsome guest; wondering why it's only now that they get to see this masterpiece of a human being. Of course, they've already saw a lot of gorgeous guests in this house, including Seungcheol, Minghao, Joshua and Jeonghan. The maids even divided themselves into four Fanclubs: Seungcheol's babies, Minghao's sweety, Joshua's angels and Jeong