Domestic Thangyu Week
fic collection for domestic thangyu week, october 13th-20th
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A collection of snippets + ficlets for Domestic Thangyu Week. ♡
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When he opened his eyes, a big pair of brown eyes looked straight at him innocently. Chubby rosy cheeks with a gummy, toothless smile looked right at him. Her face was too close to Thanos’ own face, giving him a close up. She moved her face even closer, kissing his nose softly.
Thanos never knew before what love was, but it must feel like this. Like you are wanted, craved. This had to be love. Never before he had a proper, loving home. Without screaming, fights and abuse. But finally he found, no, made one where he loved to wake up in.
Or: Thanos and Nam-gyu have a daughter.
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Domestic Thangyu Week
Day 8: free dayAfter a dozen mindless posts, he comes across a post that stops him in his tracks.
It’s a doll. Crochet. About the size of Nam-gyu’s palm, with a shock of purple yarn hair in a fade that could have been cut by the same stylist Thanos swears by. The doll is dressed in a black, tiny, hand-sewn leather vest. Someone, somewhere, has stitched in miniature silver chains, and in the blurriest close-up, they’ve even sewn in Thanos’ neck tattoo with careful black thread.
Nam-gyu blinks. Stares. Leans in, squints, then leans back as if it might leap off the screen and throttle him.
The caption is an atomic bomb of cute: “mini Thanos, stage outfit 2022 💜✨ #handmade #idol #crochet #fanart”
Below it, a wave of comments, all identical in their collective shriek—”I NEED ONE” “SO CUTE!!!!!” “this looks just like him omg”—with enough heart emojis to short-circuit his phone.
His thumb hovers. He doesn’t want to see more. He absolutely does.
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- Part 2 of domestic thangyu fics
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When his gaze flicks back, Su-bong’s knelt in front of him, staring. Beaming. Eyes full of this sparkle Nam-gyu’s only been privy to in the moments that something real special’s come their way: his first record deal, when they moved into this building, getting their first car. Things like that. But this is — they’re just talking, it’s nothing.
Chancing a glance down, something else glimmers at him, too.
Silver. Dainty. Settled neat and clean in a little blue box that sits perched in Su-bong’s trembling hands. “I’m sorry,” he exhales, and if Nam-gyu wasn’t so fixated on the sight before him, the words may have been swallowed by the night with how quiet they’re said. “I couldn’t wait to ask.”
OR: Eight scenarios encountered by Nam-gyu & Su-bong as they traverse the motions of getting married; for domestic thangyu week.
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"This game fucking sucks, man!" Thanos complained, using every ounce of what little self restraint he had to not whip the damn controller at the wall.
Nam-gyu laughed softly beside him, not even looking up from his phone as he said, "Maybe it's just you and not the game."
"Nah, this is some certified bullshit and you can't tell me otherwise." Thanos quit the race before he even finished it and went back to the character selection screen. "The second I start doing good, I get hit with one thing — one fucking thing — and all of a sudden it sends me to last place. Bullshit."
Now Nam-gyu set his phone down, a shit-eating grin on his face as he turned to look at Thanos.
"We got two controllers, right? Let's make a little deal."
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Domestic Thangyu Week
Day 5: Tradition/[Play]Series
- Part 4 of Domestic Thangyu Week