Hiii I love your fics so much and was wondering if you could do either a Nam-gyu or thanos x reader enemies to lovers. I haven’t seen anyone do it before🙏🏾
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘈 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 (?) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 • 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 • 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴
Thanos, though often clouded by his habitual high, is an observant player. What exactly does he observe? Well, you. His sharp eyes follow your every move when he’s not in his…addicted state. The way you carry yourself with effortless control, trapping the other players in your cobweb of manipulation, twisting and feeding on them.
Maybe that’s why he treats you as a dangerous threat. With your innocent appearance, you play the games, manipulate them and the others—making them question who to trust, who to approach, who to be “friends” with. The way your words alone make the players second-guess themselves unsettles him. He doesn’t know if that’s bad at all.
Thanos knows it’s not just a matter of survival. He can’t deny there’s a certain admiration in the way you bend the games to your favor, like you’re enjoying it. He’s not going to let his guard down though, in fact, the moment he saw you talk to the first person who died during the first game after saying a couple of things to him, he made a vow: never, ever let you get too close.
Yet, like a moth to a flame, there’s something about that danger that triggers the high in him. He’ll never let you see that though.
The tension between you and Thanos is too noticeable, at least by you. You noticed the way his eyes follow your every movement, as if he was afraid that if he blinks, you’ll be the cause of his downfall next.
Every time your eyes met across the room felt like a silent challenge—you never faltered, nor did he. Neither backed down and neither is willing to back down first.
There was a day that you did approach him. It was after the first game, all players were lining up to get their own meals. You were behind him, not that he deliberately paid attention to that. “Hi.” You said with a fake optimistic tone, never true but always persuasive.
Thanos turned his head toward you, brows furrowing before scoffing and putting his hands in his pockets. Hiding the fact that his hands started sweating from your close proximity and the way you’re talking to him right now isn’t helping.
“You want to team up with me?” you ask, the words slipping from your lips like a well-practiced lie, sugar-coated with just enough sweetness to lure him in. Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, but it’s effective. After all, you are interested. Thanos' purple-haired, drug-addled persona stands out amongst the other players, his chaotic energy oddly intriguing.
Thanos eyes you like a predator sizing up a threat. “No. Leave me the fuck alone,” he snaps. But his voice wavers slightly, just enough to hint at the internal conflict brewing beneath the surface.
You noticed this of course, Withdrawal, you think to yourself. It almost made you pity him. Almost. “Aww why not? You can trust me and we’ll leave this place with the money!” You slapped his back, letting your hands linger a little too long on his shoulders, slowly dragging them down to his waist, enough to make him uncomfortable.
Thanos turned around, his eyes red and shaky. He gripped your jacket, leaning close “Don’t fucking touch me.” You subtly grinned at him when the other players started whispering around you. Just as fast as your grin disappears, your fearful face displays on your face—unshed tears on your eyes.
You shakily gripped his arm that’s holding your jacket, “Alright alright, I’m sorry. I was just trying to make some friends here.” Your voice quivering only caused the whispering to get louder.
“That junkie just pulls fights out of nowhere.”
“He doesn’t have to be so harsh with her. Poor girl.”
“So fucking aggressive, she was just trying to be nice.”
Thanos let his eyes roam around the room, eyes looking at him back with disgust because how can he hurt an innocent looking young woman.
A woman approached you and let you come first in the line, supporting your trembling body, “Here, let me accompany you and we’ll eat together, okay?”
You flashed a small smile toward her, looking at Thanos with a smirk. You’re good. He has let you get to him. Never again.
Another day, a new game of mingle.You suddenly found yourself at a crossroads. Odds are stacked against you because how can I manipulate this? You thought once again. Maybe you can, but this is a game of who goes to a room first, it doesn’t involve manipulation and persuasion that much especially when people are in a state of running around, panicking.
“Two.” The automated voice suddenly said.
Thanos, despite having another high episode, are fixed on the chaos unfolding. Nam-gyu long abandoned him after he refused to move. For a moment, he locked eyes with you, your pulse quickening.
He finally ran towards your direction, taking you by the hand and dragging you to an open door. The girl who assisted you earlier inside as Thanos fought the other person from going inside the room.
Thanos kicked the guy and closed the door, blocking it with his body. Hearing the voice countdown, but there are still three people inside the room. You, breathing heavily, turned towards the woman. “Thank you for helping me the other day.” You punched her on the gut, gripped her hair and switched positions with her.
Your arms wrapped around her neck from behind, the woman clawing desperately on your jacket sleeve. “But I hope you understand why things must be this way.” Your voice tense.
You tightened your arms around her. Turning her head quickly to the side, hearing the sudden crack. The woman’s body limped against you, as you and Thanos stared at each other. His eyes flickered something different—something that resembled understanding. He noted the way your hands shook, gently letting the woman’s body lay beside you, shutting her eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Your voice carried something humane as you stared at the body lying quietly beside you. The sound of gunshots surrounding the entire room. “I don’t need your pity.” But the truth is, in this moment, you didn’t feel pity. You felt him—the way he looked at you like he understood you, like he sees right through you.
Sitting down on your bed at the toppest bunk in the right corner, you stared down at your hands. It still doesn’t go away. The feeling of guilt, the deaths you caused, the lives you’ve manipulated to get here. But you have to survive, you have to win.
You felt someone sit beside you. You heard the soft creak as he climbed up to your bunk, and you just let him. Feeling a strange pull—a sense that, despite everything, he’s there to make you feel human, his presence could somehow make the world feel less cold. But you push it down, burying the thought in a flash.
Thanos sat across from you. His hands fidgeting his cross necklace. “I’ve witnessed how you operate here. How you bend things to your favor.”
You raised an eyebrow, staring back at him blankly, not giving much away. “Go on,” you said, your voice flat.
“Honestly? I respect it. You scare the shit out of me cause you’re a threat to that huge piggy bank right there.” He pointed to the golden pig hanging from the ceiling, stacks of money inside it. “And you have to do what you have to do in order to survive this shithole. So don’t feel bad. Not now, not ever.”
You stared back at your hands, before mustering up a small smile. You turned your attention back to him, “I can’t imagine that there will come a day when you comfort me. Did you graduate from constant watching?”
Thanos leaned in closer to your face, your noses almost brushing each other. “What do you mean?” he murmured, his voice ever so low and steady. “I’m still not finished studying you. There’s still a lot to know, don’t you think?” Your breath hitched, willing yourself to not look down—to his lips. How beautiful can this man be?
His words hung in the air, the chatter of other players fell deaf into both of your ears. You couldn’t let him get under your skin. Not yet.
Thanos vowed to never, ever let you get to him, but he had already failed. The walls he built, only to be destroyed bit by bit by him for you. You did, of course you did. And now, he’s vowing to never let you go from his reach. ”I’m not finished with you yet” His voice, oh God, his voice.
You didn’t respond, you can’t respond, your heart was hammering inside your chest. Everything suddenly felt different now—something remotely close to… intimacy. Are you going to admit that? No. Not yet. Forcing a smirk on your face, “Guess we’ll have to see who wins then, huh?”
You both stared at each other, something unreadable in your gazes, a silent promise almost being told between your eyes. Something is brewing, but do you mind? No. Never, ever.
i’m actually proud of this one. i love the writing on this one and i like the pacing and all that. i hope you do too!
