#almighty ladybug

[furresquid]

look I don’t know what’s going over on miraculous ladybug nowadays (I haven’t watched in a year cause after season 2 ep 2 I stopped) but you cannot convince me otherwise that they saw dallon fucking weekes and said

“y e s, h i m”

like

it’s right there I swear

OKAY !!!!!!!!

[queers-gambit]

Fine Line

prompt: ( requested ) going after the same silver briefcase, you and Tangerine exchange more than a few blows. pun intended.

pairing: Tangerine x female!assassin!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 5.2k+

note: got a little outside my comfort zone with this one, so, hopefully it's not 1000% trash but you've been warned now.

warnings: codename "Peach", basically the request with a FEW tweaks here and there, so, some spoilers, cursing, (shitty) slutty smut [spitting, squirting, mean!Tan, PIV, male receiving oral, degrading behavior, talk of tops and bottoms], Tan is a switch i do not care, is this enemies to lovers? yes. depiction of canon-typical physical violence, blood, injury.

There was a fine line between love and hate.

You love your family, but God Almighty, did you hate their behavior in most public settings. You love homemade cake, but hate the entire baking process, especially the dishes. You love getting your nails done and feeling pampered, but hate sitting still in one place for that amount of time.

And you love getting fucked, but hate dealing with people.

The whole meeting someone, getting to know them, getting to a place of comfort to bring them home. It was a hassle, it was annoying to you; akin to an inconvenience and disruption. You didn't mind Tinder, actually - thinking of it as "Dick on Demand", never really needing the awkward stages of acquaintanceship. You didn't like going out places "to meet people", too busy with your work to truly put forth effort. Plus, your job didn't exactly allow for romantic entanglements to become knots; you had to keep loose and available.

This is what made your job ideal: it was remote, kept you busy, on the move, without the weight of baggage attached to people. Plus, it didn't give time nor room for anyone to become attached to you - something that always made you impossibly uncomfortable. A job such as this made life impossibly lonely, but you operated better this way - without anyone needing you, worrying about you, keeping tabs, being in your business. You liked being on your own, it was just easier. It made sense. There was logic behind it.

Didn't mean you were 100% alone, however. You had "coworkers"... Sorta. You had employers, though you were unsure where exactly they were stationed. You, yourself, resided mostly in London, but operated globally, wherever you were needed - or more like wherever you were sent to. These "coworkers" of yours had similar jobs, and while you hated putting a label on basically anything, in laymen's terms, you were a contract killer. Those you interacted with, typically, were other contract killers - but usually working different jobs.

Rarely were multiples from the same organization sent on the same job, yet it still happened.

On the off chance, you encountered a few individuals that were employed by other organizations; making them rivals instead of coworkers.

You were unsure which this all was yet...

You had been contracted by an invisible, anonymous employer to retrieve a silver briefcase with a train sticker on the handle, your handler encouraging you to get off the bullet train the moment it was in your possession. But there was a problem: you weren't the only one working this case, if the Ladybug twat and Twins was any indication.

When you located the case, you were instantly engaged by the blonde man with thick, black framed glasses; honestly getting the shit kicked out of you.

Currently, you were in possession of the case, but that was sure to change since it had already switched hands multiple times that chaotic night. You had come to a skidding halt, panting heavily, bent over on your knees in a vacant first class train car after escaping (momentarily) from Ladybug. Spitting blood from your mouth, you dialed your handler with shaking fingers; heaving a deep sniffle.

"You still alive?"

"I'll fuckin' choke you myself, Susan, I swear t'God," you groaned, sliding to the ground in exhaustion; wiping the trail of blood from your nose with a grimace.

Susan chuckled, "What's happening, honey girl?"

"Y-You didn't tell me I wasn't the only one workin' this!"

"Well, I heard rumor the Twins might be on the same case, but you usually beat them to the punch, don't you?"

"Yeah, but not this time," you winced.

"I'm sure Tangerine was happy to see you," you could hear her grin.

"Fuck off."

"He's into you, you know."

"The man snapped my tibia, punctured my kidney, and broke my nose - don't think that constitutes as anything romantic."

"Oh, you're into it," she laughed. "And don't act as if he ever walked away, scot free. If I remember correctly, you've shanked him twice?"

"He deserved it," you coughed. "Listen, fuck Tangerine - "

"I know you want to."

"Susan! Fuckin' listen to me!" You snarled. "They're not alone - there's another guy. For fuck's sake, Susan, I just got my arse kicked by a dude with a manbun!"

"Another guy? With a manbun? They're still in style?"

"Oh, my God - does it even mat - YES, they're always in style. Listen, this guy goes by the name Ladybug. Who do we know that uses codenames like that? What org?"

"Hmm," Susan thought aloud.

"What?" You spat blood from your mouth again, licking at the split lip.

"Could be KBS? They use animal codenames on rotation."

"Fuck all," you groaned. "Well, Mr. Ladybug can throw a fuckin' punch. Think he cracked a rib. But you know what? He's handsome. Almost feel bad for knockin' his lights out."

"Where are you?"

You looked around, "Emotionally? Physically?"

"You know what I mean, Peach. Where's the case?"

"With me," you assured, "uh, and I, uh... I'm not 100% where I am, I missed a couple stops fightin' these dumbfucks. Might be four stops from Kyoto? Five?"

"Get off before the end of the line," Susan warned. "At this point, I don't care if you have the case or not."

"Wait... Susan, what's that mean?"

She paused and sighed deeply, "All right, fine, time to get serious. Some intel came in, Peach... And the White Death bought out the train until the end of the line. I actually care about your safety and this just screams danger, so, get off before Kyoto, Peach, my girl. Hear me?"

"I hear you, mamas," you agreed. "I'll get off next... Stop... Oh, you've got t'be joking! Fuck me!"

"Gladly," Tangerine smirked and jokingly reached for his belt with perked brows, standing in the automatic doorway; looking beat to hell, similar to you.

You glared at him and offered your middle finger, his hands dropping as he surveyed the train car.

"Peach?"

"I'll call you back, Susan," you deflected into the phone, quickly hanging up and deflating. "Jesus fuck, look, I'm really not in the mood, Tan. Can we just make this quick? The fuck you want?"

"Do I look like I'm here t'play fuckin' games, Peach?" Tangerine asked, stalking slowly towards where you were slumped in the aisle, mid-train car, while dripping in his own blood.

"Still look like a clown t'me," you quipped. "I'll ask again: the fuck you want, Tangerine?"

"Gonna need that case, sweet peach."

You scoffed. "Seriously? You're after it, too?"

"'Fraid so."

"How many of us are on assignment? For this one fuckin' case?" You snipped, kicking the case a little.

"You look like you've seen the Ladybug fucker, haven't yah, doll?"

"He with you?"

"Fuck no."

"Where's Lemon, then?"

"Few back," He gestured back over his shoulder, pausing when you got to your feet. "C'mon, love, don't do this," He warned, mustache curling as his lip did. There was a deranged look in his eye, something stirring in your gut; seeing the shine of tears never shed, the anger, a high-strung energy filling the space around you.

"I just want off this train, Tan," you begged quietly. "Look, call it whatever you want, but something else is goin' on here - shit ain't right. Be honest, how much more difficult has tonight been? Why have we all been sent after the same briefcase? When it's supposed to just be a fucking grab job?"

Tangerine cocked his head, "Nah, no, we're on delivery."

"What?"

"Yeah, supposed t'deliver this kid and the case t'his father in Kyoto," his brows knit together.

You scolded, "You dumb fuckin' idiot!"

"I beg your pardon, sweetheart?" He leered, stepping another step closer; knotting your stomach.

"You workin' for the White Death?"

"How'd you - "

"Susan got intel, said he bought out the train, Tan. Fuck's really goin' on?"

Tangerine's jaw flexed, sighing through his nose, "Guess cat's out the bag now, innit? Yeah," he sighed, shrugging a bit, "we're doin' this job for him."

"Which means he's gonna kill us at the end of the line - why else ensure there's no other witnesses?" There was a long pause, both staring into each other's eyes without shifting attention. You shrugged and whispered, "You know, we could just jump off the bloody train. Grab Lem, get off the train before Kyoto, just fuckin' go."

"Who gets the case?"

"Where's the kid you've gotta deliver?"

"Dead - murdered, actually."

"Then you're already fucked and your job's done," you shrugged, "so, I keep the case and we all three keep our lives."

Tan sighed through his nose, offering, "You drive a temptin' bargain, love. Always enjoy our li'l run-ins," his hand extended to rest on your waist, freezing time. "But I can't walk away without that case. Lemon's down, he's been drugged, so, trust me, I'm all for just jumpin' ship, but I need the case, darlin'."

"So do I, I have somewhere else to deliver it."

"Then we have ourselves a Mexican Standoff, then, yeah?"

"No, that'd require a third."

"Kinky, but I prefer t'keep things between us, wouldn't you?" He purred against your lips, not quite kissing you as his hand tightened over bruised skin.

"Tan, don't do this," you breathed in the space between you.

"For whatever it's worth, I do usually feel bad after kickin' your arse - though, I'd much rather prefer t'kiss it."

"We can arrange that later," you smiled prettily, surging forward to kiss him fully. It was sweaty, cruel, bloody, and rough - everything you knew Tangerine to be. Yet right when he seemed entranced enough, both his hands caging your hips to his, you bit his lip in time to bring your knee up into his groin.

It sparked your fight, both exchanging blows without hesitation. You could feel your adrenaline propelling you, but it was quickly dwindling as Tangerine seemed renewed and invigorated by your fight. You, however, fought dirty; you had to - you had no other choice. He was physically bigger, stronger, but you were faster, and dare you say it, smarter. You didn't need integrity when defending yourself, easily using Tan's strength against him to add to the collect of bruises, cuts, and blood smears. But he still managed to manhandle you, sending you careening into empty seats and giving you whiplash.

You managed to swing on his back, preventing him from reaching his gun; legs coiling around his arms and flexing your abs to yank backwards. You grunted when you hit an empty bench, his head bouncing between your breasts; holding him hostage for a brief moment before you felt his hands grip your thighs in an innocently provocative way.

The moan from your lungs was unintentional, Tan flipping you both so you were on your stomach; him hovering over your back with a grunt. But there was a familiar feeling pressed into your bottom, head lifting slightly to struggle under Tangerine's grip; his reaction being exactly what you wanted as he pressed further into you.

"Just - fucking stay still!" He barked, trying to pin your hands behind you.

"Oh, you'd like that, huh?" You snapped, still struggling. "Some submissive li'l bitch?"

"Oh, darlin', I love me a top," he growled in your ear, grinding his swelling cock further into your ample arse cheeks, "but only good girls are so lucky. But don't worry," he chuckled, "I usually have cuffs on me for the bad girls, hey?"

"Fuck off, Tan, get off," you grunted, wriggling; grinding your hips up into him to try and dislodge him. He breathed deeper, and your mind played tricks on you because you swore you felt him grind back.

"I quite like this position, though, love."

"Thought you liked a top?"

"Doesn't mean I can't enjoy my own moments, huh? And you seem like you're far too used t'gettin' your way."

"So, which is it, then? You wanna fuck me or get fucked by me?"

"That an earnest question?"

You paused, "If it means I get the case, fuck yeah."

"That's not what it means, doll, but if what Susan says is true..." He nuzzled your neck briefly, lips ghosting your ear, mustache tickling your skin as he finished, "Might not get another chance."

You know he loosened his grip to let your arms snap back under you; groaning in relief. After panting for a moment, you lifted your head again, feeling his cheek brush yours and pausing to relish in the oddly intimate position. "We can always get the fuck off this train? Find a hotel in a nearby city?" You offered. "Can get me all night if you play your cards right."

"Know I can't, sweet peach," he whispered.

"Then why waste more time?" You mused, hissing when his mouth instantly fell to your neck in an open kiss that scraped his teeth into your soft flesh. "Hey - no! No ti-ime," your word hitched when he licked the sensitive skin in-sync with a roll of his hips, thrusting his hardening cock into the crease of your cheeks; making your spine shudder when his teeth scraped again.

"We got a li'l time," he promised. "Enough for a taste? You as sweet as your name, baby? Huh?"

"Tan, oh, my God," you breathed in disbelief when he reared back and manhandled you so he could unlatch the buckle of your belt and start shucking the material from your hips. "What if someone - "

"Shut up," he snapped, freeing your thighs. "Got me too fuckin' worked up t'worry 'bout someone walkin' in, yeah? Both know what's waitin' for us, don't we?"

"The White Death," you felt him yank your pants to your ankles and then shove your shoes off, pants following to the floor. "Fuck's sake!" You yelped when he roughly fingered your slit over your newly exposed panties, hearing his belt buckle jingle.

"Oi, no - "

"Fuck off," you snapped when you turned over suddenly, forcing him to pull back and glare, "I wanna watch - might as well give me a show, right? Since you're 'bouta get us all killed?"

He scoffed, "You're gettin' off the train, darlin', you're not meetin' the White Death tonight."

"Damn straight," you hooked your panties with your thumbs, lifting your hips, yanking the garment down as Tangerine continued to unlatch his belt, peel down his zipper, then pull both his boxers and trousers down in one motion.

"This isn't gonna be soft and sweet, love," he warned, standing over you on the train seat; pumping his cock to full mast while never lifting his eyes from you. "I've wanted you longer than I'll ever admit, I've got some ideas."

Your eyes rolled and fingers skated down your dampening cunt, "You're on a time schedule, maybe shut the fuck up and just fuck me already?"

He scoffed, lowering himself over you and making you gulp in anticipation; hands gravitating to his blackened waist. "You sure got a fuckin' mouth on you, don't'cha? That's all right, doll, I got somethin' for yah." His hand rose to pop a few buttons on your blouse, exposing your bra, asking, "You got a safe word?"

"Tangerine."

"Hmm? What?"

"No, that's my safe word."

"You fuckin' shithead," he hissed over your mouth, lips parting in a silent gasp when his hot cock dropped over your cunt in a tantalizing tease. "Be serious for once, yeah?"

You shrugged, "How's about 'pineapple', or is that one of your buddies names?"

"Pineapple it is," he grumbled, descending to your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath and made your nails curl into his flesh. But a whimper emitted when he pulled back suddenly, standing over you, and moving towards your head. "Open," he demanded, holding his cockhead at your lips. "Don't give me shit about time, you need t'learn. Open your mouth."

You obediently opened your lips and Tan wasted no time in thrusting himself into your mouth; not too deep, not too rough, but enough to make you inhale sharply and readjust your position. Your one hand pumped what couldn't fit in your mouth, the other holding his thigh for balance; choking from the awkward position, but it made Tan smirk.

"That's it, see? Not so hard," he mocked. "Just gotta keep your mouth busy." You whimpered, cradling his balls; giving a playful squeeze that made him moan lightly. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this," he reached for your cheek and jaw, gently moving his hips - making you pause yourself to let him move. "Oh, fuck, that's - fuck," he seethed, "just let me do whatever I want t'you, won't you? Take a li'l more, good, good, just breathe," he guided, mouth opening in shock when he watched more of himself disappear in your mouth. "Oh, Jesus - you're such a dirty fuckin' girl, look at yah - so eager, willing," he nearly choked when he hit the back of your throat. "Shit - baby, don't," he paused to grunt, hunching over slightly and holding himself up on the back cushion of the train's seating. "Don't hurt yourself," he whimpered, your jaw opening just a fraction more, throat constricting when his cockhead slid against your uvula.

"Oh, my God," he praised, testing the waters and trying to thrust - but your gagging and choking made him pull back. "Okay, okay, too much, sorry, love. Oh, shit," he gasped when you didn't let him pull out all the way, still sucking him as if you were getting paid for it. "Yeah? 'S like that? Oh, you Godsend angel. Gonna be good fa' me? Huh? Keep quiet?" He asked gruffly, making you swallow around him; earning a hiss. "You're fuckin' dangerous, aren't you?" He scoffed, "Too bad I won't get t'take my time, innit? Fuck."

You hummed as he retracted his hips fully. His eyes caught yours as he spread your saliva around his swollen member, hearing you mumble, "Can still get off with me."

He sighed, "Isn't that easy, doll," as he lowered himself back onto the bench over you. "There's more at stake - "

"I know," you nodded, guiding his forehead to yours as you pet his cheeks; the cut he earned smearing against your skin. "Just an offer, ain't it? Just thought if yah did come, could actually have yah in my mouth - like I want." You both paused, you telling him in a whisper, "Can choke me with your cock - hmm?"

He groaned, nuzzling your nose once before kissing you swiftly, deeply. His tongue swept against yours, tasting himself briefly; rubbing his warm cock into your inner thigh as he swallowed your moans of budding pleasure. So caught up in the way he made you feel, you squeaked when his hand suddenly rose and clasped around your throat, eyes popping open as your own hands dropped to his waist in shock.

"Choke me with your dick, Tan," you reminded.

"This works, though, still shuts you up."

"You're so fuckin' bold for this," you accused, gasping when his hand tightened.

"Then maybe shut the fuck up, girl, Goddamn," he seethed, biting your bottom lip, reopening the split, tightening his hand another degree. "You're gonna be a good fuckin' girl, aren't you? Huh? Think you can manage that? Know you got a problem with authority, doll, but you're gonna do as you're told, aren't yah?"

You glared but didn't answer.

"Yeah, that's real good," he mused when you had no words. "Now open your fuckin' mouth again."

When you did, he dribbled a line of spit onto your tongue, squeezing his hand around your throat and jaw when he wanted you to swallow. His smirk was something sinister and devious, peaking down to then paw your blouse the rest of the way open and tug your bra down until your breasts were exposed.

"Fuckin' knew you had great tits," he grit while gripping, twisting, tweaking your breast meat and nipple; not letting go of your throat to ensure your silence. "Not good for much else, huh? Are you?" He sneered, "Only sent on a grab job, weren't you? But look at you now, so fuckin' ready for me, so needy, excited, all distracted, desperate for my cock - aren't you? Answer me right fuckin' now," he growled.

"Yes," you croaked, gyrating your hips up into his; feeling his bare cock drag over your cunt and salivating.

"Good," he spoke to himself, shoving your hips back down as one hand rose to hold his cheek to keep yourself grounded. He chuckled to himself, "Just pathetic, innit? The way you crave me? Dumb fuckin' girl, can't even focus on a simple mission, can she? Huh? Can you?"

"No," you whimpered, "need more. Please, please."

"Shut up, I got you," he rolled his eyes, "but you don't really deserve it, do you?"

"I do, I swear - "

"Told you to shut the fuck up, though, yeah? Can't even do a simple task, got your head all stupid, do I? 'S good t'know, if we survive this."

You glared, seeing his grin widen before he was descending onto you again. You licked through the seam of his lips, being granted access; exploring the other's mouth in feverish motions that made your head spin and cunt contract. He still toyed with your tit, then abandoning the ministration to scale down your bodies to where you needed him most while your hand slid into his hair to grip his bloody scalp. You were so close to begging, yet you'd never give a man the satisfaction... Yet if Tangerine requested you to beg, beg you shall.

"That's my girl," he praised when he pet swiftly up your slit; gathering your slick in a single motion to spread around your clit. "Yeah, there's my girl, look at yah," he laughed over your mouth, "already so fuckin' dumb and I ain't even touch yah yet."

You whined a little, his hand readjusting his grip.

"Oh, fuckin' fine, you greedy bitch," he rolled his eyes, sinking a single digit into your heat; earning a high-pitched moan of relief. Tangerine laughed again, "Yeah? So desperate that just me fuckin' finger gets you like that?"

You tapped his wrist when he held a little too tight, him instantly loosening his grip around your throat. He rewarded you with a few pumps of his finger before adding a second, grinning when you had enough airflow to moan loud and clear.

"You make such pretty noises," he praised, "stupid, but pretty noises. Lemme hear you - that's all I wanna hear, not your fuckin' words, princess. Huh? Can you do that for me?"

You nodded, ready to cry from the anticipation he built in your body. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you let yourself clench around his digits, moaning when he massaged that spongy good spot of your inner walls.

"Wait - Tan - wait, wait," you begged and released his waist to reach for his wrist while he grinned.

"Aht," he let go of your neck to lay across your hips to keep hold, "stay there, be a good girl. Lemme see you - c'mon, love, get there for me," he pumped harder, faster, a small sweat coating your skin. The sounds were obscure and messy, sloppy and frantic, wet and pornographic; his breathing deep and huffy while yours was high-pitched. "So fuckin' pretty like this, under me like this. There's a good girl, yeah, chase that feelin', 's all right, don't run from me."

"Tan-Tangerine, shit, please," you babbled, unsure of yourself. "I-I don't - I don't - oh, fuck!"

"Let it happen," he encouraged, leering over you; only briefly aware of his cock leaking precum on your thigh. "Let that feeling take you, there's a good girl, you're right there - good fuckin' girl," Tan broke his mean streak to praise you briefly, feeling the familiar flutter. "Open, hey, hey, eyes on me, princess," he waited until your half-lidded eyes met his, watching him nod, "open your mouth." You were so blissed out, you didn't think, just doing so and accepting more of his spit. He grinned at you when your eyes rolled back, encouraging, "Go for it, pretty girl, fuckin' soak me, don't hold back - c'mon, wanna fuckin' feel you, need t'fuckin' feel you cum - ohh-hoo, yes, yes, yes," he chanted when you squealed, squirmed, and released a stream of squirt that splattered over you both.

But that wasn't all.

Tangerine was mesmerized, never relenting his efforts and before you had time to recover, he was forcing another wave of cum from your core. His thick body held yours in place, desperately squirming to try and get away from the overwhelming feeling; but he had you and wouldn't let go. "One more, one more, one more," Tan panted, hovering over you as his bulging bicep kept hammering into you without relent. He kissed you messily, "One more, baby, c'mon, I know you got it in you."

"I can't," you sobbed, trying to squirm away under him.

"You can, doll, you're right there, I fuckin' feel you - such a good girl, c'mon," he encouraged, offering a few messy kisses to your lips while you wantonly moaned without control. "One more, just for me, c'mon, baby, you can do it - just fa' me - there she is, yes, oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes," he laughed when you, for a third time, came in his hand and over his crotch.

"FUCK!" You yelped when he used the messy slick of your orgasm to line himself up and plunge directly into you. "Oh, shit - just - a minute, baby, hang on - fuck," you panted, holding his hips tightly with your legs spread. Slowly, you let them fall around his own as you relaxed.

"Got you, baby, 'M right here, take yah time," he whispered, flattening his tongue up your neck as he adjusted himself between your legs.

Half a minute later, you gave him permission to move - and it was the beginning of the end. You were sensitive, tight, gripping Tangerine to a new degree he hadn't felt before; his head spinning and mind short circuiting. You were nearly constrictive, webs of your stickiness coating him as he moved stiffly for the first few thrusts. As you loosened up under him, he gained momentum; your hands directing his face back to yours as you clung desperately to his hulking form.

He kissed you like it was the last thing he'd do (and maybe it was), holding your hips so he could drill into you easier; lifting one hand to pet your throat before gripping it, like before. The other then drifted to hike your leg up his hip, the new angle making him shudder lightly. "I'm there, love," he grunted, looking concentrated and borderline in pain, "right fuckin' there - ah shit, you feel so fuckin' good."

"Yes, yes, don't stop, Tan, please," you moaned, locating your clit to apply pressure and rub in harsh little circles.

"Ah, my greedy girl," he chuckled, "three wasn't enough?"

"Wanna cum with you," you whimpered, gasping into his mouth as you were overly sensitive and careened off your cliff. Your orgasm triggered Tangerine's, who plunged completely into you and held still while his balls contracted; mouths left gaping open against the other. In complete bliss, you shared a laugh of disbelief with sweaty foreheads pressed together - both forgetting reality for a bit.

At the moment Tan opened him mouth to confess something to you, Lemon decided to stumble in through the automatic door, yelling, "Bruv! Oi! Where you at!?"

"GET OUT!" Tangerine roared, barely visible over the top of the benches.

"The fuck you doin', mate?"

You latched your legs around Tan, keeping his cock planted snuggly inside you; rocking upward to hold onto his neck and spy his brother over the back of the seating. "Hi, Lem!" You chirped.

"Peach? Oh, fuck me!" He laughed. "Or - fuck you, ammirite?"

"Give us a minute, honey, would you, please?"

"Only a minute?" He laughed again. "'Cause that's all you need, right, Tan?"

"Fuck off, Lemon," Tangerine snapped. "We got the case, we're gettin' the fuck off at the next stop - just - fuck off a minute."

Lemon shrugged, "You make the plans, mate."

"Be out inna bit, love, thank you," you smiled prettily at Lemon, who finally nodded, held his hands up in defense and backed out of the train car. "Well," you mused when Tangerine leaned back into the seat but kept a firm grip on your hips, "that was only mildly embarrassing."

"He's seen me in worse positions," Tan shrugged, blinking when he realized how that sounded, exactly. "Not like that - no, just, I mean, as my bruva, you know, he's seen - you know what?" He sighed. "Don't fuckin' matter."

"So," you smirked, grinding your hips over his public hair, "you're taking my advice? Gettin' off the train?"

"I knew you were greedy, but this naughty, too?" He groaned, slapping his hands to your hips and guiding your motions. "Just filled you, love, and you want more?"

"That an issue?" You smirked, feeling him swell in you again.

"Not a bit," he smirked.

"Answer me," you demanded. "You seriously gettin' off?"

"Why the fuck not? The kid's dead and whatever's in the case should cover however pissed off this makes the bosses, right? Though..." He trailed off when one of your hands reached around to give a gentle tug on his balls.

"Keep goin'," you whispered with a growing smirk, hips swirling.

"Though," he cleared his throat, "don't think we've ever not finished a job before."

"This is different," you promised.

He gulped harshly, encouraging your motions; stretching up to squeeze both breasts and making you falter slightly into him. "All three of us are gonna get off, yeah?" He whispered, bringing you in closer as your hips began to rise and fall with steady tempo. "Got somewhere fa us t'go?"

"I'll get it arranged," you promised swiftly, arms coiling around his neck to hold yourself in position as you increased your speed. "But we're giving my employer the case."

"Fine with me," he nodded, "just wanna stay alive at this point." You chuckled with him, raising up to keep riding him; his eyes glancing over your shoulder and stiffening. "Uh, love? H-Hang on, hang on," his arms encased you suddenly, making you stop all ministrations.

"W-What's wrong? You okay?"

"Where's the fucking case?"

Your waist twisted to snap your torso around, peering over at the empty benches you had once sat in front of. Your blood was left behind... But the silver briefcase with a train sticker on the handle was missing.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Six train cars up, Ladybug shuddered and told Maria, "Christ, they were at it like rabbits. And, hey, like, is it cool to be mean during sex now? 'Cause he was kinda mean, but she seemed into it, so... That's cool, I guess?"

"Some people like that," Maria eased.

"Do you?"

"You don't want that answer. Do you have the case?"

"For now," he sighed. "How much you wanna bet they haven't noticed, yet? Bet they're still goin' at it..."

"You sound jealous."

"They're both very attractive people... Hm, you know, maybe I am a little jealous."

"Of which one?"

"Not entirely sure yet."

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Your animal is ladybirds (or ladybugs, for USAmericans)

Ladybirds are roundly regarded as good luck omens. The deeper red a ladybird is, the more luck it will bring. You might have heard the rhyme "Ladybird ladybird fly away home; your house is on fire and your children will burn" – this has two uses. In the first, it's used to gently coax away a ladybird, as brushing it off is seen as the wrong thing to do (presumably this will bring bad luck). In the second, you use the rhyme to offset any bad luck that comes from accidentally killing a ladybird; you bury the ladybird, then stamp on its grave three times while reciting the rhyme.

They also have some truly wonderful names, many of which connect the beetle with cows for some reason: "God's Almighty cow", "Cow of Moses our Teacher" and "Indra's Cowherd" (English, Jewish and Indian names respectively). In the Middle Ages a ladybird was called "Beetle of Our Lady" in reference to Mary, because she was often depicted wearing red clothing.

[little-miss-understood]

Miraculous Ladybug Can't Be Saved.

Not in a way that will satisfy everyone. Certainly not in the eyes of the creators, who will bend to the will of the almighty dollar.

Ironically, they had a chance to fix everything. It would have been a gutsy move and a huge rug-pull, but they could have fully reset the universe at the end of Season 5 and not had any of the events preceding it matter. They could have still had Gabriel gone and perhaps both Adrien and Marinette be none the wiser about what a fucking monster he turned out to be.

But that would have meant planning ahead. It would have meant adhering to some kind of plot. This will not get better in Season 6: if anything, things are about to get even more comical as they decide how Lila having the Butterfly will play out, at the same time as tying the Love Square into knots in order to prolong and milk for all its worth.

Everything has a hole in it. Every character has been assassinated in some way. Even the reset they did do was half-assed because what, exactly, has changed in this new universe? Did the past happen the same way, only now Gabriel has some kind of weird good guy "sparkly" tint to him? Is Nathalie cured? Couldn't things have been changed enough so that, say, Fu didn't have to lose his memories?

It didn't have to be this way, of course. I tend to believe three things ended up breaking the show: the extension out to seven seasons, everything involving Chloe, and all that they have to do in order to make the Love Square work. The decisions made ended up corrupting the narrative and in the end, left the show much lesser and with various plots that are divisive.

I don't envy those who have to try and make this mess work for another two seasons. They have their work cut out for them and it's going to be a tall order.

[redtriangle]

Thomas Astruc Seriously? Where to begin? The fact that Thomas Astruc, the creator of Miraculous Ladybug, is mainly responsible for ruining Chloe’s character and the entire show story with his bad writing and influence since episode Miracle Queen, Season 4, and Season 5, if not always been from the very beginning for some longtime fans. When I heard about “Adrien is a Sentimonster” theory even I was still new to the show, I promised myself a long time ago that I will never forgive him if were true. I won’t forgive him. I don’t know if I should say this but given what he have done to Miraculous…  I hate him.

Why draw him you ask? How do I put this?

To put this simply. I need to vent out my frustration through art like I did on All-Americus/All-Ameriquilicus way back. And I want to show everyone who can see this the villain he is; least how I picture him. I mean, look at his face, at those eyes, filled with so much anger, hate, and even arrogance, able to get away with what he have done and do however he like without regards for others as if he’s the Miraculous God.

But as much I hate him, I can still give him the decency to make him a cool-looking badass character as I can.

And just to let you know, this is my AU version of the show’s Astruc, his ‘avatar’ and not the actual Astruc in Real-Life despite the similarities. Thomas Almighty

Basically, Thomas Astruc turned into God, or what he supposed to be.

I’ll admit, I was kind of lazy with his design, his clothes are still the same just turned white. But then again, I’m sure that how he prefer to dress even as “God”.

So basically, he is the Miraculous version of Chuck/God from Supernatural; write his story how sees fit not how bad or the hurt on other people.

I also admit my selection of his exact powers are half-baked. I mean, in terms of reality-warping, what can and can’t do? He is not really a god, he’s a man pretending to be a god, thanks to Hawkmoth. In fact, that’s the overall theme, he is powerful to almost godlike but he is still a man, an irrational man that is.

And his name, I just add “Almighty” like from the movies Evan Almighty or Bruce Almighty.Name: Thomas Almighty

Akumatized Object: Unknown

Cause of Akumatized? Unknown, possibly his hatred for Chloe and for Jeremy Zag and his studio cutting him off or we different direction from his plan

Powers: - Super-Strength - Super-Speed - Super-Durability - High Stamina - Flight - Teleportation

- Near-Invulnerability - Immortality

- Reality-Warping: — Matter Manipulation: Transform, create/transmute, control, and destroy any matter even at an atomic level and on living things physically. — Energy Manipulation: Control, absorb, emit or create any forms of energy; especially pure energy

— Spatial Manipulation: Control spaces and dimensions around him. — Weather Control

— Gravity Control

— Time Control (Limited)

Weakness and Limitation: - Cannot brainwash or mind control intelligent living beings

- Cannot rewrite fate of people or happenings of the world or Universe - Cannot control time entirely or time travel

- Don’t have psychic powers if not low-powered - Susceptible to psychic or mental attacks

These are just the first taste of my Evil!Astruc series.

Miraculous Ladybug made by Thomas Astruc & Zagtoon Drawn by Redtriangle (me)

[temporalbystander]

As you wish.

Since @adrienschat asked after the little story I wrote regarding in universe fanfiction for Miraculous Ladybug I figured I'd let him know via this post. However, since that was regarding Marinette reading a Chat Noir X reader fic? And I can't sleep? Well, it would be rude of me to not follow up on it now wouldn't it? Following on from the post I linked, the next chapter is under the cut.

Now that the kwamis were aware that the class mentioned in the story was the one containing their beloved guardian? They were even more excited to read it. Marinette on the other hand had lived it and didn't feel like going through it again. Especially when some of the events were slightly different from what she remembered, it was weird, as if she was looking into another reality.

That being said, Marinette did enjoy Faybon's other works and the response of the fans he had gathered. They were all amazed at how human he made the heroes seem and many pondered which student was supposed to represent him, she couldn't help but giggle at those who thought Ivan or Nathaniel were the mysterious author. Some of the art the fans sent in were in fact disguised prompts.

Thankfully Faybon was kind enough to not make up any extra akuma's, though that wasn't to say he ignored all of them...

"Which story are you reading now Marinette?" Her beloved kwami asked, floating over her shoulder. While Tikki did like seeing what went on while she was hidden in her purse or powering the Ladybug transformation, the little bug had soon grown more interested in the stories her holder found interesting.

"One of Faybon's readers asked how the heroes would be romantic." Marinette answered with a smile. "So he wrote a story from the perspective of Chat Noir." It was sweet really. How well Faybon had captured Chat's nerves and optimism.

The feline in question had set up a a little picnic on a balcony, which she supposed was supposed to be easily accessible for a civilian, and was currently pacing back and forth. A part of her wondered if that's what he had done when he was waiting for her before Glaciator attacked but that caused a tightness in her chest that was a little too painful.

"Whys he thinking about Ladybug if this is supposed to be a random person?" Tikki's next question broke into her thoughts and brought her attention back to the story. It was true, he had.

As he waited Chat Noir couldn't help but let his mind wander. The subject, like it was so many times before, his lovely partner Ladybug. Only this time the worry was more intense. "Surely she'd be okay with this." He thought to himself as the seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity. "She had stated multiple times that they'd never work and, while a part of him still wished that wasn't true, hadn't she encouraged him to move on? Even pointed him towards a potential match?"

Marinette scoffed. "Okay now Faybon is stretching this a bit." This was honestly getting a bit corny or even, dare she say it, cheesy.

"Well you have said you couldn't return his feelings" Tikki pointed out as the kwami hovered in front of her phone to look into her eyes.

"I know that." She responded quickly. "And while I'd be more than happy for him to see someone else I would never encourage him to do so wearing the mask! It wouldn't be fair on him or the girl, it would be completely reckless!"

"It's just a story Marinette."

"I know that..." Her voice had lost most of its bite as she repeated herself again before continuing to read.

That was enough to turn his mind to happier memories as he remembered how they had met. A hero of Paris and the new girl in his heart. He had seen her before of course, as a hero and as a civilian their paths had crossed but that day had been different. She didn't see him as an almighty hero, she saw him. She had a courage that could make her eyes flare and a kindness that would melt through any rough exterior.

She'd smile at his puns even as she rolled her eyes and dismissed them as terrible examples of humour. It didn't matter who he was she was willing to fire back just as well, she wasn't scared, wasn't in awe. Most importantly though was the way she trusted him. Should he ever need to get her away from an Akuma to somewhere safe she simply held on as he carried her as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

But when there were no akuma's and he had something he wanted to show her? She just closed her eyes and leaned against him, smiling that beautiful smile that made him feel that all was right in the world.

"Okay that does it." This was getting beyond ridiculous now. Chat Noir may be a romantic and sure that rooftop dinner was sweet but this? There was no way her kitty would ever describe anyone like that, even her.

So, being the type of person she was, took a screenshot of those last couple of paragraphs and sent them to Faybon followed by a single word. 'Seriously?'

It didn't take long for him to respond, he must have been in the middle of chores or something, but his response didnt calm her annoyance.

'I know, you wouldn't expect that from CN would you? Sure I had to clear it up a bit but that's how he described her.'

Yeah right. Sure it was. Marinette couldn't help but roll her eyes as she typed her next message. 'Who? Ladybug?'

She knew that wasn't the case and Faybon should know better.

'He wouldn't tell me.'

Marinette let out another scoff as she read that. Of course Faybon knew not to lie to someone he believed to be Ladybug's best friend but surely he could come up with something better than that?

Her phone dinged with another message. She took one look and froze. Out of surprise over his lucky guess obviously. Because that's all it could be, just a coincidence. There was definitely no heat gathering in her cheeks as Tikki giggled. Of course not. It was simply not possible... Still, she didn't reply to the text and Faybon didn't send another. His last sentence just sitting there far to innocently.

'He just called her his princess.'

'

[dhr-ao3]

Speak Now (My Favourite Couples' Version)

Speak Now (My Favourite Couples' Version) https://ift.tt/kUZC40r by That_One_Dwarf "I think it's such a metaphor, that moment where it's almost too late, and you've got to either say what it is you are feeling or deal with the consequences forever... And this album seemed like the opportunity for me to speak now or forever hold my peace." - Taylor Swift, 2010 A compilation of stories of my favourite couples featuring all the songs from one of my two favourite albums of all-time, Ocean eyes (Owl City) being the other, the almighty herself, Speak Now. Ladies, Gentlemen, Non-Binaries, allow me to provide the stories of these individuals to all of you, I am essentially... Speaking Now! Featured Couples: Loid x Yor (TwiYor) - SPY X FAMILY Marinette x Adrien (Marichat) - Miraculous May x Steven (Daiharu) - Pokemon ORAS Draco x Hermione (Dramione) - Harry Potter Rapunzel x Jack Frost (Jackunzel) - Tangled & Rise of the Guardians Dipper x Pacifica (Dipcifica) - Gravity Falls Luna x Theodore (Lovenott) - Harry Potter Jane x Loki (Lokane) - Marvel Chloe x Luka (Lukloe) - Miraculous Wanda x Stephen (ScarletStrange) - Marvel Lucy x Loke (Lolu) - Fairytail Words: 3777, Chapters: 1/22, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Ruby & Sapphire & Emerald | Pokemon Ruby Sapphire Emerald Versions, Pocket Monsters: Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire | Pokemon Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire Versions, Fairy Tail, Gravity Falls, Thor (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012), Tangled (2010), Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Haruka | May, Tsuwabuki Daigo | Steven Stone, Lucy Heartfilia, Loke (Fairy Tail), Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Jane Foster (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Rapunzel (Disney), Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Luka Couffaine, Chloé Bourgeois Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott, Haruka | May/Tsuwabuki Daigo | Steven Stone, Lucy Heartfilia/Loke, Pacifica Northwest/Dipper Pines, Jane Foster/Loki, Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood)/Rapunzel (Disney), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Chloé Bourgeois/Luka Couffaine Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Domestic Bliss, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Fluff, Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Inspired by Taylor Swift, Album: Speak Now (Taylor Swift), Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Angst, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Many other alternate universes, Post-Canon, Married Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta reading, Slice of Life, we die like my brain after writing this, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/6qNMirK June 19, 2023 at 08:44AM

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

“I have a question for the almighty Frank.

If I may be so bold as to ask if this piece of paper could be passed along to the almighty in one.”

*Paper unfolded and read aloud*

Greetings Frank,

This weary traveller has traversed the mountains of fire and stumbled through the ice cold scorching desert to ask you this question.

Have you ever seen the animations known as Miraculous Ladybug or The Owl House? And would you perhaps have any wisdom of these topics that you could spare the lower beings such as myself?

I would be incredibly honoured if you could take time out of your extremely busy schedule to answer.

Best Wishes,

Regal

Hello,

If I may be so bold as to ask if this piece of paper could be passed along to the mother of all Frank, the father of all Frank, the collective aggregation of all Frank, and the greener shade of Frank.

She has no beef with you, so she will simply throw it away.

Sincerely,

Frank the Mother of All Frank

[apeirophobiafox]

Personally I hope he allows his hubris to drive him to madness.

He becomes so encapsulated in the idea that he is not a God, no, nor is he a priest, but he is a prophet, and the mouthpiece of the Almighty Ice Cream. He recognizes the signs that Ice Cream is trying to send him, and he slowly goes insane as he tries to decode It's mysteries. He discovers Ladybug and Cat Noir's identities after many sleepless nights of trying to make sense of Marichat, knowing that Ice Cream cannot lie to him, and that It was merely sending him revelations in the cryptic way that all gods do. His faith in Ice Cream is restored, and his pride overflowing. He can never be akumatized again.

The most tragic character in Miraculous Ladybug is indubitably André the Ice Cream Man: A man who thought he was God, who has to learn that he is merely a priest.

Of course, André has never claimed to be magic. The magic was always in the ice cream. But he thinks he knows it, he has understood its secrets like Yagami Light did the Death Note. And for a while, decades in fact, the ice cream left him with that belief.

But the truth is the ice cream is not an entity that follows rules. He thinks the rules exist, and that he understands him, but he is actually just a servant to their incomprehensible whims. It's easy when things are simple: Combine based on hair color, or just give an Italian couple the Italian flag. Over the years, that brought him a lot of confidence, like a fool.

Then, however, he encounters the limits of his understanding. What if people should be together but aren't? What can he do then? What is all his wisdom when facing the vagaries of actual teenage love?

The truth is the rules for the ice cream are different every time. He tries to adapt, he really does. If three people come, what do you do? At first he makes one of the three chose, abdicating his responsibility. Later he gives them one shared cone after all, because still, he does not know what he's doing.

What if he thinks he knows how four people should be paired up, but they appear to be pairing up differently? What about Marichat, huh? What about fucking Marichat? He does not know. He cannot know, for the magic of the ice cream and the other magic in the world is actually way beyond his comprehension. We see his deepest fear, that he does not understand his God and in fact never did; that he's just a mere mortal after all.

His arc is all about realising his hubris. There are only two ways it can end. One is that he settles down, and just sells people the ice cream they order. He will lose his magic, but he may find his own sort of happiness, after a while. Or he gives in to the madness, and drives his ice cream cart into the Seine. After all, ice cream does not live long when exposed to the sun.

[ao3feed-thor]

Speak Now (My Favourite Couples' Version)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cGJ5QY0

by That_One_Dwarf

"I think it's such a metaphor, that moment where it's almost too late, and you've got to either say what it is you are feeling or deal with the consequences forever... And this album seemed like the opportunity for me to speak now or forever hold my peace."

- Taylor Swift, 2010

A compilation of stories of my favourite couples featuring all the songs from one of my two favourite albums of all-time, Ocean eyes (Owl City) being the other, the almighty herself, Speak Now.

Ladies, Gentlemen, Non-Binaries, allow me to provide the stories of these individuals to all of you, I am essentially... Speaking Now!

Featured Couples:

Loid x Yor (TwiYor) - SPY X FAMILY Marinette x Adrien (Marichat) - Miraculous May x Steven (Daiharu) - Pokemon ORAS Draco x Hermione (Dramione) - Harry Potter Rapunzel x Jack Frost (Jackunzel) - Tangled & Rise of the Guardians Dipper x Pacifica (Dipcifica) - Gravity Falls Luna x Theodore (Lovenott) - Harry Potter Jane x Loki (Lokane) - Marvel Chloe x Luka (Lukloe) - Miraculous Wanda x Stephen (ScarletStrange) - Marvel Lucy x Loke (Lolu) - Fairytail

Words: 3777, Chapters: 1/22, Language: English

Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Ruby & Sapphire & Emerald | Pokemon Ruby Sapphire Emerald Versions, Pocket Monsters: Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire | Pokemon Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire Versions, Fairy Tail, Gravity Falls, Thor (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012), Tangled (2010), Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Haruka | May, Tsuwabuki Daigo | Steven Stone, Lucy Heartfilia, Loke (Fairy Tail), Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Jane Foster (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Rapunzel (Disney), Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Luka Couffaine, Chloé Bourgeois

Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott, Haruka | May/Tsuwabuki Daigo | Steven Stone, Lucy Heartfilia/Loke, Pacifica Northwest/Dipper Pines, Jane Foster/Loki, Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood)/Rapunzel (Disney), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Chloé Bourgeois/Luka Couffaine

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Domestic Bliss, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Fluff, Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Inspired by Taylor Swift, Album: Speak Now (Taylor Swift), Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Angst, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Many other alternate universes, Post-Canon, Married Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta reading, Slice of Life, we die like my brain after writing this, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cGJ5QY0

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Speak Now (My Favourite Couples' Version)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/TXgG6aB

by That_One_Dwarf

"I think it's such a metaphor, that moment where it's almost too late, and you've got to either say what it is you are feeling or deal with the consequences forever... And this album seemed like the opportunity for me to speak now or forever hold my peace."

- Taylor Alison Swift, 2010

A compilation of stories of my favourite couples featuring all the songs from one of my two favourite albums of all-time, the other being Ocean Eyes by Owl City, the almighty herself, Speak Now.

Ladies, Gentlemen, Non-Binaries, allow me to provide the stories of these individuals to all of you, I am essentially... Speaking Now!

Words: 3777, Chapters: 1/22, Language: English

Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Ruby & Sapphire & Emerald | Pokemon Ruby Sapphire Emerald Versions, Pocket Monsters: Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire | Pokemon Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire Versions, Fairy Tail, Gravity Falls, Thor (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012), Tangled (2010), Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Haruka | May, Tsuwabuki Daigo | Steven Stone, Lucy Heartfilia, Loke (Fairy Tail), Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Jane Foster (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Rapunzel (Disney), Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Luka Couffaine, Chloé Bourgeois

Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott, Haruka | May/Tsuwabuki Daigo | Steven Stone, Lucy Heartfilia/Loke, Pacifica Northwest/Dipper Pines, Jane Foster/Loki, Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood)/Rapunzel (Disney), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Chloé Bourgeois/Luka Couffaine

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Domestic Bliss, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Fluff, Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Inspired by Taylor Swift, Album: Speak Now (Taylor Swift), Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Angst, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Many other alternate universes, Post-Canon, Married Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta reading, Slice of Life, we die like my brain after writing this, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/TXgG6aB

[chaoartwork]

“In my timeline, a BRILLIANT experimental super weapon had the minor unintended side effect of causing my body to start aging backwards.”

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After getting a good family vacation and freshening up my body after all the work put into helping with part of episode 5 of Irken Outcast, I felt it was a good time to continue experimenting with my art skills. I wanted to ignore my usual comforting technique on the airbrushing tool, along with trying to keep the colors match, and instead go with the more paintbrush and color hue feel.

One thing that always bothered me was trying to make my artworks very tense when it needs to be. And although I have experimented on that already with making the figure shiloutte (my first example drawing being Zib in front of the Zapper), I wanted to this time try making the emotion show more by making the character have a hue color. For this one, I wanted it to be all red. I may have overdo it a bit, but hey. This is my first attempt.

As for what this artwork is all about, I have always been playing around on 2K’S origin, along with his “thing”. You may notice that the device that is floating close to him looks pretty familiar . If it doesn’t, I suggest you read issue 28 of the Invader Zim comic series. The issue was written by none other than Sam Logan himself. Now the reason I chose this theory was because I always loved thought that Logan often likes to connect things with issues he has previously written.

The theory is that in 2K’S timeline, everything told in issue 28 happened. However, near the end of the issue, 2K made a different decision that caused the device to alter, turning him into an infant and having his age reverse rather than turning into a very old Irken when the device exploded. It would be nice to get more detail of the backstory eventually......if I feel up to it.

[chaoflaka]

Gir and Minimoose’s reaction when they watched their master suddenly get abducted.

[chaoflaka]

I’ve seen this trending, but THIS MADE ME WHEEZE SO HARD!!!

C R I S P Y D I B

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