Sep 22, 2019
Imagine Nathaniel and Alix as Ladybug and Chat Noir respectively
Imagine the sheer chaos that these two would bring
You’re welcome
seen from France
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seen from Macao SAR China
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seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
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seen from Canada
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
Imagine Nathaniel and Alix as Ladybug and Chat Noir respectively
Imagine the sheer chaos that these two would bring
You’re welcome
The Sheer Shenanigans of Scarlet Wing and Jetclaw I
Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.
Please don’t take this seriously. This AU is just…shenanigans. It’s also not a full story because I’ve got other WIPs – it’s just something I’m having fun with. Because I had to do the thing.
But anyway, feel free to send prompts in because I’m just gonna be writing little snippets like this for the rest of the AU.
@the-mystical-aquatic-gay I thought you might appreciate the tag lmao
Part 2
“Oh my god. No way.”
“What?” Jetclaw grumbles, crossing her arms. “Got something to say, Spotty?”
“Ha!” Spotty jabs a finger at her. “I knew it was you, Alix! And for your information, my name’s Scarlet Wing. Not Spotty.”
“Alix? Who the fuck is Alix?” Jetclaw says quickly.
“You have pink hair.”
“With green and black streaks!”
“You act just like her.”
“I’m sure there are other arseholes in Paris!”
“How did you know that I was calling you an arsehole?”
“Oh my fucking god.” Jetclaw stomps her foot. “So, apparently secret identities don’t exist or something? Thanks, Tomato Head –” She blinks and squints at Scarlet Wing, whose bright red hair flops over his left eye, while his right eye gleams bright blue behind his ladybug-patterned mask. No way. No way. But yes way. How else would this guy immediately know who she is? “Nathaniel, you’re a prick.”
“Oh, come on!” Scarlet Wing whines.
“Karma’s a bitch, huh?” Jetclaw says smugly.
“Okay, sure, screw secret identities,” Scarlet Wing says, running a hand down his face. “But don’t expect me to cry dramatically and drop the fight whenever you get hurt.”
“Oh, please,” Jetclaw scoffs. “Implying that you wouldn’t be the one getting kicked around, artist boy.”
“Then how about we find out?” Scarlet Wing says and jabs his thumb in the direction of the stadium. “Let’s go kick that pile of rocks. Last one there’s paying for ice cream.”
“Um, excuse me?” Jetclaw leaps after Scarlet Wing. “Like hell! I paid last time, you bastard!”