bubleboobo
sunforger
let’s all press one last f for lance’s character development
f
thanotaphobia
dippression
This whole adult content ban reminds me of that one time in history when the church in Rome banned prostitution and brothels which caused so many ppl to leave that it brought the city to the brink of economic collapse
yunyin
“You think I’m keeping things from you because I WANT to??”
These kids need to have a heart to heart or six.
bubleboobo
pidger
hot take but the best thing about voltron is also the worst thing about it: timeskips
‘cause on the one hand it’s lazy writing, but on the other who’s there to stop me from saying keith and lance exchanged messages during the time keith was away and had a falling out ‘cause keith was scared of his feelings and lance was confused about his? who??? canon??? fuck that bitch
bubleboobo
littlebird12j
Remember when they told us Lance would be someone’s first choice
Remember when they told us Lance would get someone he needs, not someone he wants
Remember when they told us Lance had an endgame but Allura did not
Remember when they gave us hope for something that wasn’t a forced relationship because a guy in the beginning thought the girl was pretty and wore her down over 7 seasons instead of having him listen to no and annoyed glances.
Y’all remember that cause season 8 doesn’t.
lady-charinette
NOTE: This is very similar to my previous fic “Hello Handsome Stranger” (Chapter 80) from my story “One Shots” (Fandom: FMA) on FFnet.
WARNING: Slightly SUGGESTIVE content!
CREDITS FOR THE IDEA: The lovely AzureVermillion (you can find Greed & Lena (OC) Fanart on her deviantart account, it’s AMAZING!) gave me the idea for this one shot!
Hello Sexy Stranger
The music that played was upbeat, something one would expect from going to the disco, but he knew from experience the pace would change as soon as the party started. Overhead lightning that flashed every so often was dim, more darker and cooler colors dominated the front, while at the back, where the real show was behind a pretense of bars and chairs and a dancefloor, was predominantly red.
The red from the overhead lights was dim as well, adding to the mysterious allure a place like this was known to create.
He had had his fair share of visits every so often, but he hadn’t been here in a long time.
A slow smirk stretched his lips, sharp teeth catching the bottom of his lip as he grabbed a drink from a moving tray and walked, unnoticed, toward the front.
The place was full, as he suspected a Saturday night to go. There were more men than women, most of which were directly turned to the front, gazes expectant, drunk or eager for the upcoming show.
Halfheartedly, Greed turned as well and checked his watch.
11.45pm
With a dry smile, Greed leaned one arm back on his chair and rested his leg over his knee, eyes fixed on the now illuminated stage, the announcer’s voice echoing in the room.
“And now for the show to begin! We present you the dangerous, cunning vixen for tonight! She’s not only as cunning as a fox, but also as slick, meet Foxy!” Greed rolled his eyes at the cliché introduction.
Foxy? That was still a legitimate name in the business? He didn’t really know the trade, apart from indulging in it in the past, but he thought they had just a bit more…class.
His eyes caught sight of a bare leg, clad with ripped black stockings up until the knee, peeking out from behind the burgundy curtains.
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
Greed craned his neck to see better.
The curtain fell aside with a grand swoop, revealing a tall, curvaceous woman at center stage, wearing nothing but an orange bra barely supporting the full weight of her sizeable breasts, small diamonds hanging as decoration from the sides of it, the thong she wore was pure black and when she turned an elaborate fox tail followed her movement.
Greed suspected he knew just from where that fox tail was hanging out of.
He took a long swig of his drink.
The woman jumped onto the dance pole, performing elaborate, sensual moves, changing her rhythm to that of the song, slowing down at certain parts, rubbing her body along the sturdy metal.
Greed idly wondered how many times an hour they cleaned that thing, if they did at all.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted a small group of women entering the scene from behind his back.
Wait, what?
Greed did a double take, head whirling around towards the women, until he spotted a certain person among them.
Unbidden, a toothy grin made its way onto his face and Greed crossed his arms behind his head, shit-eating grin in place as his eyes fixed themselves on the stripper in front of him, feeling her eyes on him.
He whistled, “Yeah baby shake that ass!” he hollered as loud as he could among the rest of the cheers, making sure the group of women behind heard him loud and clear.
He briefly heard a crash, but when he discreetly looked, nothing seemed amiss.
Then, he was brought back to the question he originally had.
Why were women here if this was a strip club solely for me-
Stage number two suddenly lighted up, a cooler shade of blue as opposed to the warmer orange and red hues where the dancing woman was and the announcer spoke again, “It’s 12.00am! The lovely ladies of the crowd know what that means!” as if on cue, all the women, which Greed realized were suddenly much more than the small group a few feet away, hollered and cheered loudly.
Glasses clinked together, some breaking, others spilling their contents all over the floor and tables and guests, joining other dubious substances.
The dark-haired man scratched his neck, just what was going on? What did that announcer lady mean?
He understood when the second curtain opened, the one with the blue illuminated stage.
Three men stepped forward, wearing nothing but pathetic excuses for black boxers, black incredibly short boxers and when they turned to shake their asses to the women, Greed nearly gagged into his glass.
“Shit, my eyes! What the hell?!” he felt bile rise in the back of his throat, but his disgust was immediately forgotten when a familiar voice pierced the air and shouted.
“Yo! Can handsome in the middle come over here please!? I would like a close-up view!” the rest of the female population, which seemed to have gathered suddenly everywhere, cheered and screamed and wolf whistled in agreement.
Despite Greed’s own show still going on, he kept his gaze discreetly fixed upon a brunette woman sitting on a chair, surrounded by what he presumed to be her friends, two blondes and two ravenettes.
The man in the middle of the trio, equally near-to-naked with gleaming muscles and a cutting jawline, flashed a naughty grin to the crowd, one of his colleagues slapping his ass as he made his way to the forefront of the stage, while his two bandmates stayed behind to offer the rest of the ladies a show.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin and freckles lining the bridge of his nose. He even had suspiciously electric blue eyes, with dark hair falling into them.
Greed blanched in disgust, until a delicate hand touched his shoulder and he felt a sudden weight settle on his legs.
When Greed looked up, he saw the woman, Foxy, grinning down at him predatorily, as if he were her next meal, “Hello there handsome, want a lap dance?”
Greed grinned saucily, quickly meeting the slightly irate eyes of the brunette across and settled his hands politely on the woman’s waist in front of him, his eyes darkened deliberately, his voice dripping with something dark, “If you think you can handle it, foxtop,”
The woman grinned at the challenge.
Lena’s face was a blushing mess, despite her earlier confidence. Riza chuckled when she squeaked, the man she had impulsively called out to her was coming closer and closer, his poor excuse of boxer briefs filling with money the women around her were throwing at him or stuffing them in.
She swore she saw Riza add in something too, perhaps it had been a gun, knowing her.
His handsome face lowered to her level, arms carved from steel caging her in on her chair, hot breath fanning her face, his grin was almost feral, but nothing in comparison to a certain Homunculus she knew.
The man’s voice was low, tantalizing, drawing her in with it’s rich, dark undertone filled with sinful promises, “The beautiful lady wanted a closer view?” he tilted his head curiously, the grin on his face and the look in his eyes telling her he knew exactly what she wanted. He almost had a roguish but boyish grin at the same time.
Gathering her courage, Lena tentatively ran her hand over his warm, muscled shoulder, feeling the flesh beneath her fingertips erupting into goosebumps when she ‘accidentally’ scratched him with her nail.
She fluttered her eyelashes innocently, giggling, “Oops, sorry,” despite the sultry undertone of her voice, her face was a flaming mess when he drew even closer to her, chuckling deeply.
“It’s alright, I like a few scratches here and there,” with a salacious wink, he pulled away and started sensually rotating his trim hips, turning around and flexing his torso for the ladies surrounding him.
Lena smirked when she noted the frown on the dark-haired man’s face looking at her from across the room, in his lap a beautiful, curvaceous woman.
Lena’s face transformed into indignation for a split second, until she forced a smile and slapped the handsome man’s ass shaking in front of her, a little too hard, judging by the surprised yelp from him. This time, she genuinely apologized, “Oh my god I’m so sorry!”
Laughing, the man turned towards her and growled playfully, “Like I said, I like it a little rough, little lady,” she giggled when he started dancing again and Lena enjoyed seeing the furious look on the other man’s face.
Greed seethed silently, completely tuning out the fact that a beautiful woman was moving on his lap, violet eyes fixed upon the ugly stripper and the blushing woman he was humping his ass into.
“Excuse me,” Greed turned his head in disinterest up at the stripper in his lap, who crossed her arms, “I aim to please, but not even I can perform miracles on the unwilling,” she gestured to his unimpressed state, particularly his lap, and pointed towards her colleagues, “If you rather swing that way, go ahead handsome,” she ran a hand along his cheek, “Such a shame it’s always the hot ones,” she rolled her eyes, sliding off his lap and returning back on stage.
Greed crossed his arms and fumed silently to himself, shooting quick, discreet glances in her direction.
She was enjoying it.
Greed’s jaw locked tight, “Oh no she didn’t-“
Was that his coupon she slid into that jackasses’ underwear?!
That’s it!
lady-charinette
Chat Noir watched the transformation unfold, a sight he himself experienced, but for some reason, watching Marinette do it felt foreign but familiar all the same.
It almost looked natural on her, the movements and the pose, as if she’d done this a hundred times.
The immediate seriousness that took over made him believe she had, “Quick, we have no time to lose! The akuma must be on top of the Eiffel Tower! Let’s go kitty!” Marinette’s suprisingly authorative tone froze him on the spot and he couldn’t shake off the feeling of dejavu.
Ladybug
But instead of a red suit with cute black dots, it was a grey one mixed with a little pink. And a cute little mouse nose.
And whiskers.
And the ears.
God, the ears.
Meanwhile, Marinette had been waving a hand in front of her partner for the past seconds, “Chat Noir? Helloo, earth to Chat Noir. Are you there?” she blinked, forgetting for a moment that she was Marinette, or more accurately, Mulmouse, and not Ladybug.
“Chaton!” Chat Noir seemed to snap out of his daze, green eyes blinking at her in question, “We can daydream after we catch the akuma, now come on!”
Marinette was already sprinting forward when a sudden force from her midsection pulled her back, stopping her dead in her tracks and nearly causing her to crash into Chat Noir, “Ow! What-?” Marinette’s eyes flew open.
Chat Noir had her tail, or what acted as her tail, in his hand. It reminded her of all the times she had tugged on his belt to stop him from charging into battle. The slight throbbing in her hips suggested the action was none too gentle, she would need to think of other ways to slow him down other than tail-pulling.
She didn’t know what the odd crawling sensation rushing along her spine meant, but she didn’t neccessarily like the look on Chat Noir’s face, “Uh….Chat…Noir?” he walked right in front of her, looking down at her with a smirk.
He swung the end of her tail in the air casually, “You know, you should follow my lead since I’m the more expurrienced superhero,”
Marinette’s face flushed red in embarrassment. That’s right, she wasn’t Ladybug, she was Marinette who had transformed for the first time ever into a superhero! She should have been shocked and surprised and nervous.
She cursed her Ladybug instincts.
Chat Noir was still smirking, “W-what?”
His grin widened, “What do you say, Mulmousse, up for a game of cat and mouse?” the dark glint in his eyes sent her alarm bells ringing.
Now he was making jokes?! There was an akuma on the loose!
“Chat Noir, I really don’t think we-” his clawed finger was suddenly gently pressed to her lips.
His next words caused her to squeak, “This time, the mouse will follow the cat around today but don’t forget,” he leaned in closer, almost so his mouth was close to her ear, “I’ll have my eyes on you, little mouse,”
Marinette squeaked like a mouse.
EDIT: Oh my god thank you all so much for so many likes, I hadn’t expected this at all! T_T
lady-charinette
Chat Noir had jumped over the fallen beam, body moving forward into the darkened river when a force suddenly grabbed him and shoved him aside back onto the ship.
He heard a vaguely familiar muttered, “Sorry, Chat
Noir!” before shaking his head and looking up.
There stood Rena Rouge, flute in hand, protective stance in front of him facing Ophio, who looked distraught.
Chat Noir scrambled to get up until Rena stepped on his belt, preventing him from diving back toward the river, Chat’s eyes were blown wide open and dilated in panic, “Rena Rouge, let me go, Marinette fell into the river, we-“
Rena’s calm demeanour pulled further at his nerves,
his whole body tingling with nervous energy, “Relax kitty, Marinette’s safe and
sound,”
Chat’s eyes hardened and he quickly jumped to his feet
and grabbed his baton when Rena handed it to him, “How do you know, fox?” his voice was dead serious and
Rena’s more serious face met his own seriousness.
“Because she’s the one that called me,” Rena’s knowing
look made Chat Noir oddly flustered and defensive and before he could try and
defend Marinette’s identity, Rena winked.
Chat hadn’t even noticed Ophio approaching, until Rena pushed him back with a solid kick, with her shouting over her shoulder while spinning her flute towards him, “No time to daydream kitty, we got a snake to snatch!” she did a backflip to avoid Ophio’s downward slash, lunging for him again.
Chat Noir shook himself, extending his staff and breaking it easily into the two halves, spinning both in his hands as he stalked toward Ophio with renewed intent. With a big grin, Chat jumped and spun once in the air, slamming his staff down to loudly connect with Ophio’s, the harsh vibrations travelled from his staff all the way through his body and the akumatized boy fell to his knees.
Chat’s eyes widened in realization, Rena seeming to come to the same conclusion, “Chat Noir!” she motioned towards Ophio’s staff, thankfully out of Ophio’s view as the boy still tried recovering from the impact from earlier. Moving forward, Chat dived for the staff, but Ophio recovered enough to grab his staff and strike at Chat Noir.
Dropping his weapon, Chat held the snake staff within his grasp, both boys trying to overpower each-other in a battle of strength and will, “What did Adrien do to you? To Marinette?” Chat’s words caused Luka’s eyes to widen in fury, the slit pupils appearing even more menacing.
He pushed Chat Noir away with a harsh shove, forcefully kicking Rena Rouge’s back as she fell to the ground, “Rena!” Chat’s cry got silenced when Ophio threateningly placed his staff, the snake head, near his neck.
The butterfly masked glowed brighter than ever over Ophio’s face, it seemed Hawkmoth was getting impatient.
Chat struggled, trying to get the boy off himself, but his legs burned from the blow before and Ophio’s own weight on them caused Chat Noir to hiss in pain.
Ophio moved the staff even closer, leaning down to grab at his hand, until a red blur struck the limb and forced Ophio to spring away from Chat Noir hastily.
“Hands off my kitten, snake!” Chat’s eyes flew open in shock, body freezing momentarily on the floorboards of the ship, the voice echoing in his head like a song over and over again.
It was her.
And then, his vision was filled with the familiar red, black and blue. Her colours.
“Need a hand kitty?” Ladybug smiled down at him and Chat Noir grabbed her hand, pulling himself up and immediately enveloping her in a hug tightly.
His voice was just a mere whisper but he was close enough to her ear for her to hear it clearly, “You’re…okay,” his arms tightened their hold around her and Ladybug smiled, hugging him back.
She paused before she whispered back with a smile, “Of course I am kitty,”
They broke apart and Chat scanned her from head to toe, seeing no injuries, “But…the crow’s nest…it toppled over…I saw you fall into the water,” his eyes worriedly swept over the splintered beam.
Ladybug smiled reassuringly, squeezing his shoulder, “I called Rena Rouge for help, she created an illusion of…me still up in the crow’s nest, so that Ophio wouldn’t know I was gone.” She turned around, seeing Rena and Ophio struggling against each-other, “No time to talk more Chat Noir, let’s get Luka back!”
The name left a slightly sour taste in his mouth, but Chat Noir nodded nevertheless, following right after his lady.
Rena was overwhelmed from Luka’s strength and agility, his movements even quicker than her own, slithering easily out of her range and avoiding attacks, “Luka! Can you hear me?! Try to not listen to Hawkmoth!” Rena held her flute in front of her defensively, “I know what it feels like when he’s in your head, please try to escape,” her eyes were filled with understanding, but the yellow-green tint in Luka’s eyes was still there.
Then, a yoyo wrapped around his wrist, removing most of the weight and power behind the force of his staff and Rena pushed back finally.
Ophio staggered backwards from the force of Rena Rouge’s push and Ladybug’s mighty pull.
Ophio tried pivoting on one foot to release his wrist from the yoyo string, but Chat Noir swooped in to strike at his lower legs causing the older male to fall hard on his back.
Chat was immediately on him, pinning his wrists on either side of him, “Give it up Ophio, you’re outnumbered.” Chat saw the anger ignite in the boy, his struggles intensifying and Chat Noir used all his strength to hold him down, “Any time now m’lady!”
From the corner of his eyes, Ophio saw Ladybug walking towards him, then he heard Hawkmoth’s voice again in his head, a dark, sinuous trap, “Your powers Ophio, use them!”
Feeling the power he called upon rise, Ophio closed his eyes in concentration, sensing the vibrations of Rena Rouge recovering from her crouching position after pushing him away, Ladybug walking towards him, now only a few feet apart, the sound of Chat Noir’s erratic heartbeat as the boy held him down.
Ophio opened his eyes and they flashed bright yellow briefly, “Snake Eyes!” Chat Noir reflexively shut his eyes closed, suddenly sailing through the air from the force of Luka pushing him off.
Chat Noir, eyes to the floor, quickly moved to his feet, stopping his partner before she could charge at Ophio, “Ladybug, wait!” he didn’t dare raise his eyes further than Ophio’s feet, “Don’t look him in the eyes!” he saw Rena Rouge quickly avert her gaze, “I don’t know what is it, but since he’s a snake themed akuma, I think he can either daze or control you if you look him in the eyes,”
Ladybug took a defensive stance next to her partner,
swinging her yoyo in a circle, “Good thinking Chat Noir, still, there has to be
a way we can defeat him,” Ladybug quickly called upon her own power, Chat Noir
watching her for a split second.
A second the snake took advantage of, “Eyes on me kitty!” Ophio taunted, Chat Noir grunting at the staff hitting his midsection.
“Chat Noir!” Rena and Ladybug immediately shouted in concern, Rena Rouge springing forward to aid the superhero, trying to snatch away Ophio’s staff while not looking him in the eyes.
“Tough luck, fox!” Ophio spun and kicked her away roughly, her flute falling from her grasp and Chat Noir immediately lunged at him again, too focused on the fight to see what Lucky Charm had produced.
It was staff against staff, Ophio’s actions growing more wild and uncoordinated, charging straight at the hero. Chat Noir parried, instincts honed from fencing lessons and akuma fights kicking in naturally all the while noticing a detail in Ophio’s attacks.
They were weak.
Not that they weren’t powerful, but in a moment where the staff grazed his flank, the blow didn’t hurt as much as the previous ones did. Chat Noir’s gaze shot to Luka’s sword arm, the arm holding the staff.
It was trembling violently, “He’s still fighting it, Hawkmoth’s control.” Chat resisted the urge to look him in the eyes, watching how his steps grew more and more rigid and shaky, “He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody,” Chat sidestepped, narrowly avoiding a collision with the staff, calling over his shoulder quickly, “Any time you’re ready m’lady!”
“Chat Noir, fetch!” thinking quickly, Chat dodged the next attack, turning around in time to catch a small rectangular box in his hand.
Was that an amplifier?
“What-“
“Brace yourselves!” Ladybug warned right before she launched her attack.
Chat Noir had held out the tool in Ophio’s direction, thinking it would blast off loud music, but instead, heavy vibrations travelled through the air, causing Chat’s whole body to shake.
It was uncomfortable and he felt slightly numb and
disorientated, but when he saw what effects it had on Ophio, he smiled.
The boy was kneeling on the ground, covering his head with his arms and shaking from the vibrations and Adrien remembered a lesson in biology where they learned about natural predators.
Snakes don’t have ears, they perceive their surroundings through their tongue by tasting scent particles and pick up on vibrations through the ground.
Of course!
He could see Ladybug point towards Ophio’s fallen form, “Chat Noir, the akuma is in the guitar pick around his neck!”
Moving quickly, Chat Noir quickly grabbed and ripped the leather cord from around Luka’s neck, crushing the small guitar pick in two with his fingers and the familiar black butterfly flew out of it.
“No more evildoing for you little akuma! Miraculous Ladybug!” he could hear his lady’s words,
The soothing power washed over him and their surroundings, cleansing and repairing everything that was damaged.
Except one thing.
technoskates
ruinedchildhood