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ameliathornromance · 16 days
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“Is that him there?”
Wind blasts through the train tunnel, past you and your Orc Boyfriend. Your Orc, raised an eyebrow and followed your finger pointed.
The person you were referring to, a human male with waterfalls of black hair, curling at his shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot and contoured with black rings, matching his dark hair.
The phrase, ‘Love, not hate’ tattooed above his left eyebrow. His scowling at passers by, wrinkled nose and judgemental stare opposed the important sentiment he decided to ink his face with. Sitting on the bench, he jogged his knee to an invisible jig, chain around his neck swaying.
Your Orcs’ eyes flicked from the phone screen in his hand, to the suspect and back to the screen. “Yup.” He tucked the phone away in his jeans pocket. “Now, let me handle this.”
“No,” you put a hand against your Orcs shoulder, stopping him from moving towards the subject. “We talked about this, you always come on too strong. And this isn’t too dangerous is it? It’s just an escort job.”
The Orc wrinkled his nose at you, “don’t say it like that, you make it out to be that we’re some kind of prostitutes.”
You rolled your eyes, “you knew what I meant. I’ll go and make contact, you hang back behind me and step in if it gets to be too much!” And without waiting for a response, you approached the man.
“Hey, Mr Mimac.” You started gently. The last time Mr Mimac had been seen was three months ago in Monaco… Snorting some kind of white powder, surrounded by Fae show girls and gambling away all the money his… ‘law abiding’ father had given him as a 21st birthday present.
God knows if he was on anything now.
But that’s why you and your Orc had turned up. Your duo went by many names in underground spaces: Good & Bad Cop, Brains and Brawn, Summer and Snow – fitting really, considering both of your conflicting appearances & approaches.
Orcs and Humans don’t normally get together like the two of you do. But it’s good to have a balance on perspectives, isn’t it?
Even if you disliked the brashness and ruthless behaviour of your boyfriend, you couldn’t deny that it paid off to have a scary guard dog with you wherever you went. It made you feel safer, especially when dealing with things like this.
Mr Mimac Junior didn’t even spare you a glance, eyes still glancing around the stations platform in the same critical gaze. “We’re here on behalf of your dad, he’s asked me and my partner to bring you back to him. He’s very worried about you.” You explained as delicately as possible.
“Fuck off…” The Junior turned to you, his scowl deepening. “I don’t care what my father asked you to do.” His voice slurred slightly, a strong chemical smell hit you like icy water.
You opened your mouth to respond, try to ease him into coming with you. But there was no time.
“Alright,” your Orc Boyfriend spoke up from behind you. “The lady asked quite politely.” He growled.
Still, Mr Mimac did not move. He sent a glare at your Orc, “so? I don’t take orders from anyone, do you know who I am?”
Uh oh.
“This is how it’s going to play out, hm?” Within an instance, your Orc was in front of you, hands leaned on the benches arm rests, bent down to the Juniors height.
The man’s eyes widened, leaning as far as he could before hitting the tiled wall behind him.
Any trace of irritation had gone from Mr Mimac’s face as your Orc continued, “My lovely lady may be polite, but me?” Your Orc Boyfriend drew a sharp breath, air between his large tusks. “I’m not so nice. You’re going to do what the lady says, otherwise your father is going to get a bloody pulp of flesh, and when he asks why you turned up in that state, I’m going to say that you were refusing to co-operate and I had to use some light force… I might just have to even break that pretty little necklace you have,” your Orc flicked a dangling diamond chain from around the man-child's neck.
You stifle a sigh, covering your forehead and blocking your eyes from the scene.
“Now, you’re going to apologise and come with us quietly.” Drawing himself back to you his full height, your Orc looped his thumbs through his belt loop, waiting for the Human to respond.
The man’s eyes darted to you, then back to your Orc. “’m sorry.” Mr Mimac squeaked.
“Better.” Your Orc jerked the Junior standing, the three of you marching out of the train station.
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Mr Mimac Senior thanked you both profusely as his son was led away by his mother. Mimac Senior handed you a briefcase and sent you both on your way.
Getting back into the car, you cracked open the briefcase. Taking a stack of bills, you examined them carefully as your Orc Boyfriend turned the ignition and turned the car around.
After checking the bills authenticity, you snapped the case closed. The clicking of the cars indicator punctuated the air.
“I told you I could handle it.” You said, quietly.
“You did. He was just behaving like a jackass.” Your Orc replied, checking the lane before pulling out of the drive way. “I’m not going to let anyone talk to you like that.”
Despite the point being lost on your Orc, you couldn’t help the smile on your lips. “Thank you.” You meant it, how could you not? He was only looking out for you. “I feel bad, you’re always doing the dirty work. You should get some time to sit back and handle the easy stuff.”
“You shouldn’t feel bad. Remember what we agreed? I get my hands dirty, you keep yours clean and deal with business.” The car stopped at the traffic lights. "You’re smarter and better at negotiating.”
Engine humming, the streaking of red light illuminating his appearance, your Orc turned to you. “I love you, you know." He held his hand out to you.
You took it, intertwining your fingers with his. “I love you too.”
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phierie · 1 year
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two sides of the same idiot
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babygirltangerine · 4 months
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tangybug · 2 years
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bullet train characters + text posts (1/?)
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deadmothsketches · 1 year
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How dare you speak to me? 
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kino-rogers · 3 months
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He is always a call away (Tangerine/Reader)
Word count: 825 (reasonably short and sweet)
Song: 0800 HEAVEN | Nathan Dawe, Joel Corry, Ella Henderson (listen, I know the vibes don't fit but the lyrics inspired me to write this aha)
Short summary: Bullet Train happens and everything goes down as it does in the film. Reader is trying to process that Tangerine won't come home again.
Warnings: Canon typical swearing, angst, (light) past trauma mention
notes: thank you @nocturnest for jumping on this to fix my broken English and being a wonderful beta!! what an intro but uh [coughs] i'm already excited to write more for this fandom (bits in which Tangie is very much alive ehehe) anywaayyy, hope you guys like this!! - 🥝
It's not been the… easiest time - it has to be said.
Since that phone call from Lemon, you've been struggling with sleep. It doesn't show in your work, of course. Keeping up appearances has always come to you rather naturally. Some of it being from your repressed trauma, that even years of therapy barely scratched the surface of, but also because of your line of work too. It doesn't sit well to be an emotional wreck after every kill you're paid to do.
The call was from a number you didn't recognise. The passing sound of traffic suggested it's from a payphone as Lemon sighed heavily down the line.
"You lost your phone? On a train?" You answered the call lightheartedly and you recognized his sigh immediately, you hoped it was just a release of pent up tension over a job well finished. Although, the fact that Lemon was the one to call, put you on edge, hoping it's not coming through your pretend jolliness.
"He's gone." His statement was simple and sudden. The tone, stone cold, as his voice was raspy, possibly from crying.
"Who's gone, Lemon?"
Your throat ran dry as you swallowed around a lump. Your chest quickly tightened as you tried to piece together what he could have meant. You couldn't- no, didn't want to think about the most likely possibility.
"Tan-" He took a pause, cleared his throat before continuing. "Tangerine, was shot in the neck, he is gone."
It's not like you guys were dating, no, it wasn't anything like that. Neither of you had the emotional capacity for that. What, with your jobs requiring you to spend weeks, months away from each other at a time, sometimes in different countries, opposite sides of the world. But he was the first person, in a long while, that you genuinely cared for.
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You turn to your bedside table, glance at the alarm clock there. Its digital display shines in orange numbers, 01:54.
It's a month, today.
You suddenly have a stupid idea. What would happen if you called his number? Last time you checked it was still live, it'd probably just take you to voicemail. Weirdly, your therapist at your last session suggested writing letters to him, in your bereavement. Bereavement. Such a weird word. You're not even sure that's what this is. But maybe leaving a voicemail would be an equivalent. Maybe he can listen to his voicemails, wherever he is. You scoff at the fleeting thought but reach for your phone anyway.
Tangie is still in your recent calls. You tap the saved contact and wait for it to ring.
You're not expecting anyone to answer, of course not. Your grief hasn't driven you completely nuts. But as the phone rings, you can't help but think about getting to talk to him, just once more. By some divine intervention, you'd be connected through to him, in the afterlife and you could tell him everything you couldn't the last time you spoke.
"-after the beep BEEP"
"Hi Tangie," You scoff in embarrassment, not really sure why you're doing this anymore. "I uh,"
You sigh heavily, all too aware of the silence the machine is expecting you to fill. You sniffle as you start to speak again.
"I know you won't hear this. That… Isn't really the point." You draw a shaky breath. "I know who did it though. Well, knew. Lemon and I took him out last week. What kind of an assassin's name is Ladybug anyway?" You snicker. Can't avoid the tightness in your chest though.
"I just… I dunno. Apparently I should be writing letters to you, as if I could send them off with a pigeon and they'd get to wherever the fuck you are. So, this is the next best thing. If this was anyone else, you'd tell me to fuck off and to suck it up. We always were on the same wavelength, when it came to feelings." Your chest deflates with a long exhale as you realise you need to stop dancing around whatever it is you're trying to say here.
"I guess I just wanted to tell you I really fucking miss you." You sniffle again, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. "I miss your stupid grin, your teasing, your annoyingly cocky attitude, your… The way you looked at me."
"I wish you were here right now so I could tell you I love you. I wish I didn't, I really goddamn wish I didn't care for you so much but I fucking love you. And I hate that I can't see your face as I told you, for the first time. Please call me back."
You bury your face in your pillow and you howl into it, sobs shaking your body as the voicemail recording is saved and you continue to wallow in your bereavement. You're supposed to be feeling better. You need to stop paying your therapist.
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Mission gone wrong <3
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cchipollo · 11 months
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hmmm probably gonna turn this spock boat drawing into a bigger thing cus i really like it. also it’s been a while since i’ve worked on a big proper drawing with proper rendering so i reckon i’ll give it a shot :o]
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dirtylittlediesel · 1 year
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Tangerine x Ladybug FIC IDEAS MASTERPOST (part 1)
These are all ideas I’ve had at some time or another but decided not to write… it's a mix of canon and AU ideas. they’re up for grabs and if you end up being inspired by one I’d love to know!
Tangerine is the darling in a biker gang and his gang is shielding him from all the tops who want him… enter clueless Ladybug
Tangerine and Ladybug are exes (bonus if Ladybug’s moved on, Tangerine has NOT)
Ladybug is really bad at social media and keeps trying to hit on Tangerine by commenting on all his Instagram posts
Ladybug keeps trying to hit on Tangerine at social functions and it is embarrassing for everyone involved, but it is even MORE embarrassing… when Tangerine sleeps with him
One of them is a succubus..!!!
Tangerine mermaid Ladybug sailor
Tangerine drowning Ladybug saves him somehow (based on Tangerine’s necklace)
Ladybug is dying TANGERINE (dead) drags him down to hell
Tangerine tries really hard to manipulate Ladybug into liking him and Ladybug is clueless about it
Hades and Persephone AU
Cupid AU where Tangerine has a red arrow through his chest
Tangerine fallen angel Ladybug takes care of him
One of them is an alien
Cannibalism fic (can’t have too many cannibalism fics tbh)
Tangerine sexy black leather rival assassin to Ladybug
Tangerine is trying not to be obvious but it's really obvious he's into Ladybug and Lemon’s like ‘for fuck’s sake’
Tangerine tattooist Ladybug florist
Werewolf or vampire AU
Tangerine needs something from Ladybug to complete his mission and in exchange, he offers an uhmmmm favor… like a transactional… uhmm...
and lastly
Tangerine shaves his head and Ladybug’s scream echoes around the world for 13 hours
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eggbreadboi · 2 years
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my first traditional work in a long time and it’s just me going insane over kimura
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ch0wen · 2 years
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yes I’m on my way for viewing number four of Bullet Train and YES I bought the novel to read on the train ride to NYC later this week… mind your own.
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phierie · 11 months
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older fruits doodle I never posted before 🍋🍊
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babygirltangerine · 1 year
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bullet train + dj smokey nuke radio prod tags
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toesucker6 · 1 year
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😔 @tangybug for idea
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istherewifiinhell · 4 months
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idk really what to make when creators from the western half of the tf Franchise Conglomerate are like. were doing something japanese inspired as homage to tfs being japanese. well one cause its results is a lot samurais, ninjas and kabuki makeup. and two. cause its like. man. those things are just over there. about like half of all tf shows are animes and yeah. they will make a ronin or ninja from time to time! also a tanuki 10/10 no notes this is a heinrich stan account.
but also third. how are you forgetting about the TRAINS??? go make some fucking bullet train bots again. u dweebs. indulge for a second in the idea of high speedrail.
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sequs-art-box · 2 years
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Fear and Anger but they're trained assassins
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