#thanos fluff

summary: you run into your ex inside the games

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: angst, typical squid game stuff, death, swearing, drug addiction

The second you saw him, your heart stopped.

It wasn’t just the familiar face—it was the memories, the pain, the betrayal that came rushing back all at once. Su-Bong.

You ducked behind a group of players, keeping your head down as the crowd milled around after the massacre of Red Light, Green Light. Blood still stained the dirt. People were sobbing. Some were in shock. And then there was him.

He stood out like he always did—shoulders squared, chin high, an air of unbothered arrogance even in the face of death. He was scanning the crowd, as if looking for someone.

As if looking for you.

You turned, ready to slip away, but it was too late.

“Oh my god! Señorita!”

His voice rang out, loud and unabashedly thrilled, like you were old friends who had just run into each other at a café instead of exes trapped in a nightmare.

Before you could react, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest in an embrace that was far too warm, far too easy.

“Is that really you, baby?”

You shoved at his chest, barely managing to put space between you. “Get away from me, Su-bong.”

“Baby, it’s Thanos now, remember?” He grinned like that name didn’t make your stomach churn.

“Of course, I fucking remember that stupid fucking name.” Your glare was sharp, your chest heaving.

His grin only widened. “So feisty. Just like I remember.”

You wanted to hit him. Wanted to scream. But more than anything, you wanted to get the hell away from him.

“I have nothing to say to you,” you bit out, turning on your heel.

But before you could disappear into the sea of players, his voice stopped you.

“I missed you, you know.”

You froze.

He said it so casually, like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t ruined everything.

You didn’t turn around. You didn’t give him the satisfaction.

Instead, you walked away, ignoring the way your heart pounded, ignoring the ghost of his touch still lingering on your skin.

But what you didn’t realize was that Thanos wasn’t going to let you slip away so easily.

Not this time.

The second game was hell.

The Six-Legged Pentathlon had left you gasping for air, your legs burning, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. But you survived. You and your team had scraped through by sheer will, and when the final whistle blew, relief crashed over you like a wave.

Thanos spotted you before you saw him. His eyes lit up, and in seconds, he was running toward you, arms outstretched like a lover reunited after war.

“I’m so glad you made it, babe.”

You barely had time to react before he was right there in front of you, grinning like an idiot.

“Fuck off, Su-bong.”

He pouted but didn’t back away. “Come sit with me, Thanos will protect you.”

“I said fuck off!”

But he didn’t. Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you close, his touch hot against your skin.

“Baby, no,” he cooed, eyes locking onto yours like he could sweet-talk you into anything. “I’ve been calling you since we broke up. You’ve been dodging my calls.”

You snorted. “I blocked your number, you idiot.”

His smirk faltered. For a second, just a second, you saw something raw flicker across his face.

“Baby, I was going to jump off the Han River Bridge.”

You stiffened.

His grip on your wrist didn’t tighten, but you felt it like a noose around your throat.

“I couldn’t go on without you,” he continued, voice too light, too casual for a confession like that. “Then some dude gave me a business card. Same one you got, I assume. And now we’re here together. It’s like fate.”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. “I’m here because of you. I’m in debt because of you, Su-bong.”

His gaze softened, but you weren’t sure if it was guilt or something else.

“You were really going to jump?” you asked, the words barely a whisper.

He nodded. “I was, babe. ‘Cause I lost my fucking perfect angel baby, and you were the only thing worth living for.”

Your stomach twisted.

“Don’t be so stupid, Su-bong,” you muttered. “You have plenty to live for.”

His lips curled, something dark and amused in his expression.

“Like what?”

You froze.

You actually didn’t know.

He lost his fame. Had no money. His family had cut him off.

He had nothing.

“Exactly,” he whispered, smiling down at you like it was funny.

Dinner was quiet. Too quiet.

The room buzzed with murmured conversations, but none of it reached you. You sat alone, barely touching the bland rice and cold soup in front of you, stomach twisting from the weight of the day. People had died. Some in an instant. Some screaming.

And yet, here you were, expected to eat, expected to sleep, expected to go on like it was normal.

A shadow loomed over you before a tray clattered onto the bed.

“You look lonely, angel.”

You tensed at the voice, at the way Thanos slid into the bed beside you like he belonged there. He nudged your tray toward you, his eyes scanning your untouched food.

“Eat,” he ordered.

“I’m not hungry.”

He clicked his tongue, grabbing your spoon and scooping up some rice. “Eat,” he repeated, pushing it toward your lips.

You glared at him, but when he didn’t back down, you reluctantly took a bite. It tasted like nothing, but he watched you chew, satisfied, before setting the spoon down.

“That’s my girl.”

You hated how warm his voice was, how easily he slipped back into old habits.

Hated how, when your vision blurred with tears, he was the one who pulled you against his chest.

“I got you, baby,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “I got you.”

That night, he stayed close.

His arm was draped over your waist, his body curled protectively around yours. You weren’t sure how you ended up like this—whether it was his doing or yours. Maybe both. But in that moment, as the room buzzed with tension and quiet sobs, you let him hold you.

Just for tonight.

The next game was Mingle.

The moment the rules were explained, panic set in.

You scrambled, moving through the crowd, grabbing onto shoulders, onto sleeves, searching for anyone—anyone—to take you in. Every door shut too fast, groups locking themselves in just in time.

The number dwindled.

Four.

Then three.

Then two.

And suddenly, you were alone.

Your chest heaved, your eyes darting around the room, searching, pleading—

A rough hand grabbed your wrist.

Before you could react, you were being yanked, dragged across the floor, shoved into a room.

Two people inside barely had time to protest before Thanos kicked them out, slamming the door shut just as the final buzzer went off.

Silence.

You were safe.

Alive.

Because of him.

Your breath came out shaky as you looked at him, his chest rising and falling, his grip still firm on your wrist.

“You saved me.”

“I’ll always save you, señorita.”

You weren’t sure how to feel about that.

Back at the bunks, Thanos sat beside you in silence.

For once, he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t smirking. Just… waiting.

Then, finally—

“I’ll get clean.”

Your head snapped toward him.

“I’ll do it for you,” he said. “I miss you. You mean more to me than any drug, and I fucked up so badly last time.” He exhaled, his hands curling into fists. “Give me another chance, baby. Please.”

You stared at him, searching his face for lies, for manipulation.

But all you saw was desperation.

“I’m not making promises in here,” you said quietly. “I could be dead tomorrow.”

He flinched.

“But if we make it out alive,” you continued, “I’ll consider giving you a second chance. But one wrong move, and I’m gone. Forever. Understood?”

“Understood,” he nodded.

And for the first time in years, you thought maybe—just maybe—he meant it.

That night, he was killed.

A fork. A fucking fork to the neck in the bathrooms.

You heard the commotion. Heard the shouts, the panicked gasps. But by the time you got there, he was already slumped against the wall, blood pooling beneath him.

You stood frozen at the entrance of the bathroom, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air.

Thanos’ body twitched, his fingers weakly grasping at the wound in his neck, as if he could stop the blood from spilling out. His breaths were shallow, his eyes unfocused, struggling to find you in the dim light.

You should’ve walked away.

Should’ve turned your back, let him bleed out, let fate finish what it started.

But your feet carried you forward.

You crouched beside him, pressing your trembling hands against his chest as if that could do anything.

His lips curved into the smallest smirk. “Angel…” His voice was nothing more than a breath.

“Shut up, Su-bong,” you hissed. “Save your fucking strength.”

His eyes softened, a sadness settling in them that you weren’t ready for.

“Wasn’t… supposed to end like this,” he murmured. “Not before I—” He coughed, blood slipping from the corner of his mouth. “Not before I proved it to you.”

Your throat tightened.

He meant getting clean. He meant being better.

But now… now he was dying.

And you couldn’t stop it.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. “Who did this?”

Thanos’ bloody hand grasped yours.

“Doesn’t matter,” he whispered. “Just… just get out of here, okay? Win this thing.” His grip weakened. “Live.”

Your breath hitched.

And then, just as suddenly as he had crashed back into your life, he was gone.

The rise and fall of his chest stilled. His fingers went slack. The light in his eyes flickered out.

You stared.

There was no relief. No satisfaction.

Only a hollow ache, one that settled deep inside you, twisting and festering like an open wound.

You reached out, brushing a hand over his bloodstained cheek, your vision blurring.

You should’ve hated him. Should’ve felt nothing.

But instead, you felt everything.

And you hated him for that too.

With a shaky breath, you stood up, stepping back, leaving him there.

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

Boyfriend!Thanos x Female!reader

Your boyfriend comes home from getting high with his friends, the only thing on his mind is you and making you feel good.

—

You expected your boyfriend to be home late, but not this late. It was one of his usual nights of going out with his friends doing god knows what, rap battles, trashing cars and random stores, getting himself in trouble and having to send you a late night call from a jail cell. You’ve gotten pretty tired of asking what he was going to do and when he’d be back, you just knew to always have your phone on you and to finally enjoy your peace and quiet.

It was surprising to find out the longer you dated him the more clingy he’d let himself get around you. Everywhere you’d look he’d always be near you in some sort of way. When you’d let him he’d always have his hands on you, just a simple touch of his hand on your thigh calmed him. What surprised you even more was how he was beginning to prefer being with you to his friends.

He used to be so excited to go out and get high, just doing about anything he wanted. But now whenever his friends would text him he’d ignore it or make some kind of excuse. You brought it up one time, asking him why he hasn’t seen them in a while, all he did was shrug and continue toying with your hair. His friends started to pick up on it and were getting annoyed. This time they came over instead of texting and practically dragged him out of the house to come hang out.

Here you were laying in bed, tiredness being long forgotten as your mind runs with worried thoughts about Thanos. You know he can take care of himself and he’s always been fine all the other times they used to hang out; maybe his clinginess is rubbing off on you. As you roll over for the 10th time your heart jumps as you hear a key being put inside the front doors lock. A huge sigh of relief flowing out of you at the sound of your boyfriend’s feet stumbling through the living room.

“Baby?”

You go to reply back but see him walking into your shared bedroom, his face lighting up at the sight of you. “Hey baby, were you sleeping?”

You shake your head, “no, I can’t fall asleep.”

He puts a small frown on his face at your words. “You need some help?” Thanos didn’t need you to answer as he already starts climbing into bed and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging your body towards his. He shoves his face into your hair and inhales your smell, letting out a little hum.

Your curiousness gets the best of you, “so what did you guys do?”

He brushes your hair out of your face and tilts your head so you can look at him better, “the boys tried getting me to rap battle this one guy.” He shakes his head and fiddles with the strap of your tank top, “I wasn’t up for it, so we just smoked and hung out.”

You give him a little smile as you cup his cheek, he leans into the simple touch. “I wanted to come home hours ago, they took my car keys.” He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, “I missed you.”

You return the kiss, “I missed you too.”

“No, like I really missed you.”

He doesn’t let you move away from him and pulls you closer. His lips returning to yours but making the kiss last longer than the one before. A little noise creeps up his throat and hits your ears. His hand moves down towards your waist and pulls it towards him.

The need for oxygen becomes too much, you try to pull away but instead earn a whine from Thanos as he continues to follow your lips. “Baby I need to breathe.” He reluctantly obliges and kisses down your chin to your neck, sucking the skin around your pulse. You let out a small sigh at the sensation and lean your head back to give him more room. He pushes you backwards on the bed and hovers above you as he continues to attack your neck.

His hands slip under your top and roam around your stomach and sides. The little noises you let escape your mouth encourages him further as he sucks harder, starting to leave bruises on multiple parts of your neck. When he goes more down towards your collar bone you let your fingers tangle through his hair and give a small tug earning a deep groan from him.

He uses his teeth to pull your tank top down to let your boobs free, his mouth immediately attaching to one of your nipples, his left hand toying with the other one doing the same motions that he does with his tongue. “Mm Thanos.” He moans in response to his name sounding so good and whiny coming out of you.

When he feels you starting to squirm and get impatient he lets go of your boobs. He slowly lowers his body down to where you need him, leaving kisses on your body in his way. As he reaches your panties he gives them a kiss, his lips hitting your clit through the fabric causing your breath to hitch.

“I missed you so much princesa.”

His fingers curl around the straps of your panties and start slowly sliding them down your legs, he throws the material somewhere in the room. Your cunt being in perfect display for him.

“You look so pretty, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Before Thanos could stop himself he starts kissing your cunt as he would kiss you. His tongue peaking out through his lips and hitting your clit just right. Your fingers give his hair another tug as you try to lift your hips up towards his face, seeking more attention. Thanos smiles at your neediness and gives you what you want, the only thoughts running through his mind are to make you feel good.

He parts his lips and licks strips up and down your cunt collecting all your juices. He sucks your clit into his mouth and uses his tongue to run patterns on it. After a few moments he lets your bundle of nerves go and sticks his tongue inside of you, getting a full taste of just how sweet you are.

He groans, “Fuck baby you taste so good.” His tongue goes as deep as it can inside of you as Thanos tries to get everything he can of you.

When he comes back up he goes to give the same attention to your clit as before, but this time he pushes a finger inside of you so your walls have something to clamp down on. Your cunt spasms around his finger, you feel yourself getting to your brink but you just need more.

“More please.”

Thanos hums at your begging and gives you another one of his fingers. Your walls stretch around two of his digits as he increases the pace of his tongue on your clit. His other hand moves up towards your chest and starts toying with your nipples, the pleasure mixing with your lower pleasure. The tightness in your stomach starts to get stronger as your cunt starts pulsing in his mouth.

“There you go sweetheart, cum for me.”

Your noises get louder the closer you get to your release. You subconsciously push his head deeper into you as your other hand grips the bed sheets. You feel his tongue tracing letters on your clit.

T

H

A

N

O

S

And again on repeat.

This brings you to your edge. You let out a high pitch moan as your cunt gushes around Thanos’s fingers and into his mouth. He lets go of your clit so you don’t get too sensitive and moves back down to lick up the remainder juices.

He moves back up your body when he’s satisfied and pushes his two fingers inside of your mouth, letting you get a taste of yourself. “See how good you taste?” You nod your head as you suck on him.

“I could live off of you. You’re like a high that I never come down from. I’m never leaving you.”

-

summary: thanos makes a huge gesture in front of a sold-out arena

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: sexual innuendos, swearing

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You rolled off Thanos, collapsing onto the mattress, your chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Every muscle in your body ached, the lingering heat between your thighs a reminder of just how thoroughly he had wrecked you for the fourth time this week.

It was only Tuesday.

Beside you, Thanos lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, his gaze fixed on you with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

“What?” You huffed, glancing at him with a smile.

He shrugged, dragging his fingers through his tousled hair. “Just admiring my work.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at his arm, but before he could retaliate, his phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand.

With a groan, he reached for it. “What now?”

The moment he answered, a sharp voice filled the room. “Where the hell are you? Sound check started ten minutes ago.”

Your eyes widened in horror. Shit.

Thanos exhaled through his nose, running a hand down his face. “Relax. I’m on my way.”

“You better be,” his manager snapped. “And if you find Y/N, bring her with you. She’s MIA too.”

Your stomach dropped.

Thanos shot you a look, one brow raised in amusement as if to say busted.

You were already halfway off the bed, scrambling for your clothes. You yanked your top over your head, hopping on one foot as you struggled to pull on your pants, while Thanos, the asshole, lay there watching you like this was the most entertaining thing he’d seen all day.

“Okay, okay,” he finally said into the phone, hanging up with a chuckle.

You spun around, jabbing a finger at him. “This is your fault.”

He grinned, stretching like he had all the time in the world. “Oh, definitely.”

You tugged on your last boot, barely managing to zip it up before Thanos was pulling his shirt over his head, shoving his phone into his pocket. His hair was still a mess from your hands, his lips swollen, his skin still marked with your teeth—but he looked more amused than worried.

You, on the other hand, were freaking out.

“MIA?” You hissed, smoothing down your top. “He knows, doesn’t he? He knows we were together.”

Thanos chuckled, stepping behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips brushed your ear. “Would that be so bad?”

You elbowed him, making him laugh before yanking yourself from his hold and grabbing your bag. “Yes, dumbass. Now move.”

By the time you both made it to the venue, sound check was already in full swing. The crew was rushing around, setting up equipment, testing lights, fine-tuning every last detail before the show. The rest of the dancers were warming up on stage, stretching, running through formations, the band playing snippets of the setlist.

And Thanos?

Completely unbothered.

“You’re late,” his manager said the second he stepped into the dressing room.

“No shit,” Thanos replied, grabbing a water bottle.

The older man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “At least pretend to care, Su-bong.”

Thanos smirked. “But I don’t.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you adjusted your outfit in the mirror. The performance wardrobe was all sleek black and gold—tight-fitting, perfectly tailored to match Thanos’s aesthetic. He had always been a perfectionist when it came to his stage presence, his performances meticulously planned down to the last detail.

Except for tonight.

Something about the way he kept looking at you, the way his smirk lingered, told you he was planning something.

And you had no idea what it was.

The stage was packed with energy by the time the show started, the crowd screaming as the lights went down, the opening beats of the first song sending vibrations through the floor. You were in position, standing just behind Thanos as the intro played, watching the way his presence commanded the entire arena.

He was born for this.

Every move, every lyric, every glance he threw the audience had them eating out of his hand.

And when it came to you?

He made sure they knew exactly who had his attention.

Each time he danced too close, each time his hands found your waist, each time he pulled you into the choreography like you were the only one on that stage—your skin burned.

It wasn’t unusual for Thanos to have chemistry with you. All the dancers could see how he treated you compared to the rest of them.

But this?

This was different.

By the time the final song of the night rolled around, you were breathless, sweat glistening on your skin as you held your last position, waiting for the stage to reset.

Then the first few notes played.

And something in Thanos’s expression changed.

This song wasn’t apart of the setlist.

You recognized the song. It was one of his most popular, a fan-favorite, the kind that had the entire crowd singing along.

But the way he looked at you as he sang the first verse?

The slow, deliberate steps he took toward you as he crooned into the mic?

Your breath hitched as he reached you, his free hand finding your waist, pulling you flush against him. The audience roared.

He sang the next line directly to you, his forehead nearly brushing yours, his lips parting like he was about to say something—

And then he kissed you.

Right there.

On stage.

In front of everyone.

For a moment, time stopped.

Then the arena exploded.

Screams, cheers, the kind of chaos that only a moment like this could cause.

Your body melted into his on instinct, your fingers gripping his shirt as he deepened the kiss, making sure there was no doubt in anyone’s mind.

And then, just as quickly as it started—

The stage went dark.

The lights cut out, leaving nothing but the echoes of screaming fans and your pounding heartbeat.

Thanos pulled back, just enough to whisper in your ear.

“Now they all know.”

And when the lights flickered back on, the show ending with one final boom of fireworks—

All you could do was stand there, breathless, your lips tingling, your pulse racing.

Because holy shit.

Thanos just changed everything.

You stormed off stage, your pulse pounding in your ears.

Thanos was right behind you, still high off the rush of the performance, grinning like he hadn’t just humiliated you in front of thousands of screaming fans.

“What the fuck was that, Thanos?” you snapped, whipping around the second you were backstage, your chest rising and falling with the force of your frustration.

He raised an eyebrow, still catching his breath. “Which part?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Which part? Oh, I don’t know—maybe the part where you kissed me in front of a sold-out arena? Without warning?”

Thanos scoffed, running a hand through his damp hair. “You act like I just did it for the hell of it.”

Your jaw clenched. “Didn’t you?”

His expression softened, his hands dropping to his sides. “No.”

You let out a sharp breath, shaking your head, trying to steady yourself. But the adrenaline, the heat, the absolute audacity of this man was making it impossible.

Thanos stepped closer, his voice lowering. “Do you really think I would’ve done that if I didn’t mean it?”

You glared up at him, still trying to cling to your anger. “I think you do whatever the hell you want without thinking about anyone else.”

His jaw ticked. “That’s what you think?”

“What else am I supposed to think?” you shot back. “You didn’t ask me, you didn’t even hint at it, you just—” You gestured wildly. “You just fucking did it! And now, my phone’s probably exploding with messages and clips and comments, and I wasn’t ready for that!”

Silence.

Then, softer, steadier—

“I was.”

You froze.

His hands found your arms, his touch firm but gentle. “I’ve been ready for this. For you.”

Your breath caught.

Thanos exhaled, shaking his head, his grip tightening like he was afraid you’d slip away. “I want you, Y/N. Not in secret. Not just when it’s convenient. I want you for real. I want to be your boyfriend.”

Your heart stuttered.

His voice dropped even lower, just for you.

“I want the whole damn world to know that you’re mine. Because you’re the only person who’s ever made my heart race like this.”

You swallowed hard, unable to look away from him.

“The only person who makes me feel alive,” he murmured. “Who drives me crazy and keeps me sane all at once.”

Your chest ached.

Around you, the air in the room shifted. Crew, staff, dancers who had gathered to watch the scene.

Some people were staring in awe. Others exchanged knowing glances, like they’d seen this coming from a mile away.

And then there were the ones who looked like they’d just been stabbed in the heart.

But none of them mattered.

Because Thanos was still looking at you like you were the only thing that did.

“Why me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why me out of every woman in Korea? What’s so special about me?”

Thanos tilted his head, eyes dark and searching as he studied you. “Why not you?” he countered, voice steady. “I might be famous, but I’m still human. Don’t put me on a pedestal.”

You scoffed, a small laugh slipping out. “Trust me, I don’t.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “That’s what I like about you, you don’t treat me like i’m famous.” His fingers brushed over your cheek, touch featherlight. “The second I met you, I knew I had to have you. I’ve toured a million fucking times, been around countless women, and not one of them has ever gotten in my head the way you do.” He paused, eyes flickering over your face like he was memorizing every inch. “But you… there’s just something about you, baby.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the sincerity in his voice making your breath hitch.

You smiled softly.

He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “We could be good together,” he murmured. “Really good. Hmm?”

You exhaled shakily, your hands tightening in his hoodie. “Okay,” you whispered.

And then his lips were on yours, claiming you in a kiss that was slow and deep and real. It wasn’t just lust, wasn’t just a fleeting moment—it was everything.

A sudden eruption of cheers and applause snapped you both back to reality.

You tore away from Thanos, eyes wide, only to see the entire crew—band members, backup dancers, staff—watching.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, burying your burning face in Thanos’ chest.

He just laughed, arms wrapping around you possessively. “See? They approve.”

You smacked his chest lightly, making him chuckle. “That’s not the point!”

One of the backup dancers, elbowed another with a smirk. “Told you he wasn’t just flirting. He meant that shit.”

The rest of the crew slowly dispersed, some giving you knowing smiles, others still buzzing with excitement. But as the noise faded and it was just the two of you again, Thanos tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

His thumb brushed over your cheek. “I meant what I said,” he murmured. “We’re gonna be good together.”

Your breath hitched, your hands sliding up his chest. “Guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?”

His smirk turned devilish. “I love a challenge.”

And before you could roll your eyes, he kissed you again—slow and deep—like he had all the time in the world.

GREEN LIGHT

summary: thanos flirts, you flirt back—then a game of red light, green light turns deadly, and his hand in yours is the only thing keeping you steady.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong

warnings: death, blood, typical squid games stuff

The first thing Thanos noticed about you was your number.

231.

One after his.

It was stupid, really. Out of hundreds of players crammed into this nightmare, something as small as a number shouldn’t have mattered. But it did. It felt like fate. Like a string tying you to him, just tight enough that he couldn’t ignore it.

And then you caught him staring.

You arched a brow. “Like what you see, 230?”

Thanos smirked, rolling his shoulders. “Depends. You single?”

A laugh, light and dry. “You’re trying to flirt here?” You gestured around the room, at the desperate faces, the eerie guards, the sheer wrongness of the place.

He shrugged. “What, you want me to wait ‘til after I win this shit?”

“You think you’re gonna win?”

Thanos grinned. “Babe, I don’t lose. So stick with me.”

You clicked your tongue. “Oh, so I get to be your sidekick?”

“Call it what you want, señorita, but if we’re standing next to each other when the game starts, I’d say we’re already teammates.”

You snorted, shaking your head, but the amused glint in your eyes didn’t waver. Maybe it was the nerves, the fear manifesting as sarcasm, but you liked him. That was dangerous.

The speakers crackled overhead.

“Players, please proceed to the first game.”

The doors opened, revealing a massive outdoor field. Sunlight spilled across the dirt path ahead, leading straight to the oversized, terrifyingly cartoonish doll at the other end.

Thanos let out a low whistle. “Well, that’s unsettling.”

You swallowed hard. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“Stick with me, babe.” He bumped his shoulder against yours.

You huffed out a laugh, but then—

The song began. The first Red Light rang out.

And then the gunfire.

Bodies dropped. Blood painted the dirt red.

Your breath hitched in your throat. What the hell was this place?

The doll’s head swiveled, its chilling voice calling

“Green Light.”

Thanos moved before he could think, grabbing your hand.

Thanos squeezed your fingers once. His other hand slipped something into your palm—quick, practiced, subtle.

You glanced down. A pill.

You snapped your gaze up to him, heart hammering.

He didn’t look at you. Just whispered under his breath, low enough for only you to hear.

“Take it. It’ll calm you down.”

Red Light.

Neither of you moved.

Your chest was heaving. Your grip on his hand was too tight, fingernails pressing into his skin.

He didn’t let go.

The next Green Light came.

You slipped the pill under your tongue, gripping his hand as you both took another careful step forward.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Despite the chaos, despite the gunshots and the horror, your stomach flipped.

Another Red Light.

Stillness.

Thanos leaned in, just enough that you felt the heat of him, his breath against your ear. “Told you I’d get you through this.”

You barely had time to process that before the next Green Light.

More steps. More bodies dropping around you.

Your hand was still in his, but this time, you were the one holding on for dear life.

Another Red Light.

Thanos exhaled. “You’re shaking.”

“No shit.” Your voice was thin, barely audible.

He didn’t let go. “We’re almost there.”

Another shot.

Someone’s blood splattered onto your sleeve.

You whimpered, fingers tightening around his.

“Don’t look,” he murmured. “Look at me.”

You did.

And for a moment, there was nothing but him. The warmth of his hand, the steadiness of his grip. His eyes—dark, steady, watching you like you were the only thing keeping him sane.

Stillness.

Silence.

His lips barely moved when he whispered, “If we die, I just wanna say—you’re kinda cute.”

A laugh bubbled in your throat. You bit your lip. “Flirting again?”

Thanos smirked. “Keeps you from freaking out, doesn’t it?”

Green Light.

He pulled you forward.

Your legs were weak, every nerve in your body screaming at you to run, to bolt for the finish line. But you didn’t. You matched his pace. Slow. Steady. Trusting.

One more Red Light.

Thanos swallowed. “We’re gonna make it.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

Green Light.

Final steps.

Final seconds.

And then—

The finish line.

Your feet hit solid ground. The two of you collapsed forward, barely catching yourselves.

Thanos exhaled, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. And then—he laughed. “Told you I’d get you through.”

You let out a breathless laugh of your own, dizzy from fear and adrenaline. “Yeah. You did.”

His hand was still in yours.

And neither of you let go.

boyfriend thanos.

warnings … might be typos idk

lovely notes … i can finally have an authors note like an ao3 writer… sorry this took so long i got into a relationship, took finals, and had to put my dog down

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IN THE GAMES

thanos / player 380 would protect you with his entire life. he doesn’t want you to be in the games in the first place, so he’s gonna guard you with his all.

he’s so protective and jealous that it borders on the line of toxicity. it definitely concerns the other players how possessive he gets over you.

he runs to your defense without a second thought. if a player dares to cross you, he’d be at their throat in an instant.

Oh god she'd be the most spoiled princess ever and he wouldn't give anything resembling a damn because he lives to see his baby girl smile! He'd carry her around, let her sit om his shoulders and if she wants to have a tea party, Thanos is right there, cramped into a tiny chair with his pinky out as he happily takes more tea