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Heyyy. Could u do tan x reader where they are like partner in crime and they get on really well and tan kinda just has a soft spot for them. Like they are in mission briefing and reader makes a point, tan is jumping on the idea, reader needs a breather outside for a min whilst on a mission, tan is going with her and he just likes being in her presence. They are both a bit oblivious with each other so its a hard watch for lemon and ladybug (maybe maria too :) ). And tan is affectionate but in his own way like 'saw this and thought you might like it but idc if u dont'. Hes always got her back but in a subtle way but it's not so subtle for lemon bcus he knows his brother and he knows hes whipped. Really hope u can do this and hope it wasn't complicated :))))

Hello, lovely! Thank you for this wonderful idea - it's no at all too complicated. I appreciate how much detail you included because I'm still relatively new at this and it's only my second fic so I hope that you enjoy and feel free to send more requests if this meets your liking! ~

Partners in Crime

In a dimly lit hotel suite, Tangerine and Lemon are sat beside you, their expressions serious as they review the dossier spread out on the table. The air was thick with anticipation, tension coiling in the pit of your stomach as you read through the details of the mission.

Lemon had been shot in the leg during the Twins' last mission, so they called you in as the unofficial third of the fruits.

You scan through the document as thoroughly as you can but you find it difficult with Tangerine's gaze on you. You look up briefly and meet his eyes. His piercing blue eyes seem to bore into your soul, and for a moment, you find it hard to concentrate as a rush of warmth floods your cheeks.

Feeling his intense stare, you glance up briefly, meeting Tangerine's eyes. There's a flicker of something in his expression – a mix of concern and reassurance – that sends a shiver down your spine. Despite the gravity of the situation, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you silently acknowledge the unspoken connection between you. You swear that you see a small smile creeping up on his face.

Clearing your throat and desperate to focus, you return your focus to the dossier, determined to push aside any distractions and focus on the task at hand. You dissect the details of the mission methodically, your mind racing as you strategize the best course of action.

"It's the usual," Lemon remarked, "You corner the target, retrieve the files, and get the fuck out of there."

As Lemon spoke, you couldn't help but notice the knowing smirk that played at the corners of his lips. It was clear that he had picked up on the subtle dynamic between you and Tangerine, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment at being caught in the act.

Tangerine's gaze flickered between you and Lemon, his expression unreadable as he considered the plan laid out before him. Finally, he spoke up, his voice low and measured.

"So, how are we going to go about this?"

You have an idea but you're hesitant.

"Well - um... We could always pose as a couple. Raises less suspicion if we're talking amongst ourselves. Only if you want to of course..."

You pause for confirmation, nervous as all hell.

Tangerine's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he considered your suggestion. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach, unsure of how he would respond to your proposal.

After what felt like an eternity, Tangerine finally nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I think that's a great idea. It's a lot easier to blend in when we're not drawing attention to ourselves."

Relief washed over you at his approval, and you couldn't help but return his smile with one of your own. "Great, I'm glad you agree," you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Lemon clasps his hands together and sighs, "Well - now that that's settled, I'm going to get some fucking beauty sleep. My leg's been killing me."

As Lemon announced his departure, you couldn't help but chuckle at his gruff demeanor. "Alright, Lemon. Get some rest. We'll handle the rest of the planning."

With a nod, Lemon headed towards the door, casting a final glance over his shoulder. "Don't stay up too late, you two. We've got a big day ahead of us."

Once Lemon had left the room, you turned your attention back to Tangerine, a sense of anticipation bubbling within you.

Once Lemon had left the room, leaving you and Tangerine alone, a mischievous glint danced in Tangerine's eyes. He leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, well, looks like it's just you and me now," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile at his antics. "Oh, please. Don't tell me you're going to start with the jokes now."

Tangerine chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "Wouldn't dream of it, love... for now," he replied, winking playfully.

Despite your best efforts to maintain a serious demeanor, you couldn't help but laugh at Tangerine's lighthearted teasing. There was something about his playful nature that always managed to brighten your mood, even in the midst of a tense situation.

As you and Tangerine settled back into your planning, the atmosphere in the room was lighter, and you couldn't help but feel more drawn to Tangerine with each passing minute spent with him.

But as the night wore on, exhaustion began to catch up with both of you. The weight of the mission and the hours of planning took their toll, and soon you noticed Tangerine's eyelids growing heavy, his head nodding forward ever so slightly.

With a soft chuckle, you reached out and gently nudged him, a fond smile playing at your lips. "Looks like someone's ready for bed," you teased, your voice laced with affection.

Tangerine blinked owlishly, his gaze momentarily unfocused before he shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the drowsiness. "I'm fine, just... resting my eyes," he mumbled, his words slurring slightly.

You couldn't help but laugh softly at his feeble attempt to deny his fatigue. "Sure you are, Tangerine," you replied teasingly, reaching out to gently pat his arm. "Why don't you take a break? We can pick this up in the morning."

With a reluctant nod, Tangerine acquiesced, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes. Just as you begin to stand up, his eyes gently flutter open and he reaches for your hand lazily.

"Stay?"

As Tangerine's eyes fluttered open and he reached out for your hand, a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips. His vulnerability in that moment tugged at your heartstrings, and you couldn't bring yourself to deny his request.

"Of course, Tangerine," you replied softly, settling back into your seat beside him. You intertwined your fingers with his, feeling a warmth spread through you at the simple gesture of connection.

Tangerine's grip on your hand tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in a gentle, comforting motion. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a small smile, you leaned your head against his shoulder, relishing in the warmth and comfort of his presence. The weight of the mission and the exhaustion of the night melted away in that moment, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the two of you together.

Before long, the rhythmic sound of his breathing filled the room, a peaceful reminder of the trust and camaraderie that existed between you.

You sighed, and before you even realized it, you were reaching out to brush a stray curl from Tangerine's forehead, your touch feather-light against his skin. He looked so peaceful, so angelic. The tension between his brows had disappeared. You noticed how close the two of you were, how you could easily reach over and -

Oh, no. You were utterly and horrendously fucked.

~ The pulsating rhythm of the music filled the air as you entered the room. Feeling your nervousness, Tangerine placed a gentle hand on the small of your back.

You look up to him hesitantly and a smile appears beneath his mustache.

“Don’t worry, love. Just keep up that beautiful smile of yours and everything will sort itself out.”

A light blush makes its way onto your face that you hope he can’t notice as he observes the rest of the room discreetly.

“Dance with me, will ya darlin'?” he turns to you with a grin, his voice playful yet inviting.

You grin back, “It would be my pleasure.”

With a nod, you take Tangerine's hand as he leads you onto the dance floor. The music envelops you, its infectious rhythm sweeping you up in its embrace as you move together in perfect harmony.

As you dance, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and security in Tangerine's presence. He looks charming as ever in his blue pinstriped suit. Don't get distracted, you remind yourself as you begin looking in the crowd for the target. Your eyes land on what appears to very clearly be a wealthy man. Late 60s. His hair is a myriad of white and gray hairs. He laughs boisterously around a crowd of women.

"You see 'im?"

"Yeah..."

Seemingly, the target feels your gaze and looks your way. He smirks into his drink while maintaining eye contact with you. You feel a sense of discomfort creeping in on you, but you remind yourself to keep up a front and give a shy smile back.

Tangerine's eyes dart between the two of you. "Right," he sniffs, "You know what to do. You find a way to get him into his office to give us the code to the safe, and I'll be right behind you the whole time, promise." He squeezes your hand with assurance before muttering, "God forbid that fucking geezer tries anything."

And then, just as you had hoped, you found yourself face to face with the target, a charming smile gracing his lips as he extended his hand towards you.

"May I spare the lady for a dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and confident.

Tangerine's eye twitches but otherwise, he remains cool and collected, "Be my guest."

You offer the target a polite smile, your heart pounding in your chest as you accept his invitation to dance. As you move across the dance floor, you can feel Tangerine's eyes on you, his silent presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of the chaos.

The target's grip tightens on your hand, pulling you closer as he leads you in a graceful waltz. You force yourself to maintain your composure, to keep up the facade of innocence and charm as you dance with the man who holds the key to your mission's success.

But despite your best efforts, you can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at the pit of your stomach. The target's gaze feels like a weight on your skin, his eyes boring into yours with a predatory intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

"You're quite the stunner, you know that?"

Your eyes widen with surprise, "Oh?"

The man continues, "Oh yes! It makes me wonder what you could possibly be doing with a man like that when someone like me could offer you so much more."

You feel a chill run down your spine and hardly the good kind. The target seems to notice and perceive it as interest.

You lean in, feigning coy, "And what is it exactly that you have to offer?"

In the background, you make out Tangerine sitting at the bar. He has an unreadable look on his face and seems almost angry. Tangerine grips the whiskey in his hand tightly, his knuckles white.

As the dance comes to an end, the target leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Meet me in my office," he whispers, his voice sending a chill down your spine. "And just maybe I'll show you."

You force a smile, nodding politely as you pull away from him. "I'll be there" you reply, praying that your voice doesn't waver and thankfully it doesn't.

The man walks away giving you one last knowing glance. Your smile is already fading as the man finally turns away. You take in deep breaths but feel the room closing in on you. You're stronger than this. You've been on countless missions like this before, so how is this one any different?

You navigate your way through the dancing couples and make your way to the balcony for some fresh air.

There's a gentle breeze as you step out onto the balcony, and a sense of relief washes over you, the cool evening air providing a welcome respite from the stifling atmosphere of the crowded ballroom. You gaze out at the sprawling garden maze below.

The maze is bathed in soft moonlight, its intricate pathways illuminated by the glow of outdoor lanterns scattered throughout. Despite the chill in the air, the sight is enchanting, a peaceful oasis amidst the chaos of the party.

You move closer to one of the outdoor heat lamps, positioning yourself nearby to soak in its warmth. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, allowing yourself a moment of quiet reflection amidst the whirlwind of the mission. The sound of distant laughter drifts up from the garden below, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the gentle hum of the heat lamp.

You hear the sound of familiar footsteps but don't open your eyes.

"Love?"

You recognize the voice immediately, and a sense of relief floods through you as you open your eyes to find Tangerine standing beside you on the balcony. His expression is unreadable, but there's a hint of concern in his piercing blue eyes.

"Tangerine," you breathe out, unable to suppress the wave of emotion that washes over you at the sight of him. His eyes are practically glowing as he stands beneath the lamp.

He steps closer to you, his gaze searching yours for any sign of distress. "Are you alright?" he asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal, but the concern in Tangerine's eyes urges you to speak. "I... I'm fine," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... I don't like the feeling of his grubby hands all over me."

He stills, unsure of whether to reach toward you or not. He longs to comfort you, to whisk you away from here and into the comfort of his arms, but he doesn't know how you'd react.

"I know it's tough," he says, his voice tinged with empathy. "But you're doing great. You're one of the strongest people I fucking know. And I'm not going to stand by and let anything bad happen to you. You know that, right?"

Without a word, you close the distance between the two of you, and his arms envelop you in a warm and comforting embrace. You lean into his arms as he holds you close.

"Partners?" You whisper.

"Partners."

But you both seem to be wondering what if you could be more?

You feel more confident after speaking with Tangerine. You're good at your job - you know that. And you aren't going to let a fucking geezer get you down.

It's quiet as you and Tangerine roam through the halls of the mansion and make your way to this man's office. As you both come closer toward it, you notice two broad-shouldered guards blocking your way.

Tangerine pulls you aside into an alcove and pulls out two earpieces from his pocket.

"Here, I brought these so we can hear each other."

Tangerine reaches forward and slips the device onto your ear. The small earpiece fits snugly, the soft hum of static filling your ear as you adjust it into place.

Tangerine nods, a determined glint in his eyes as he secures his own earpiece. "Alright, let's do this fucker in," he says, his voice low and steady.

You give him one last smile, and he gives one back, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Is he worried? Never mind that.

While Tangerine remains out of sight of the guards, you make your way toward the office door. One of the guards knocks, and you hear a boisterous, "Come in!"

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you push open the door and step into the office, Tangerine's voice coming through crystal clear in your earpiece.

"You've got this, love."

The target, an older man with a smug grin plastered across his face, looks up from his desk, his eyes lingering on you with unmistakable interest. "Ah, there you are," he says, gesturing for you to come closer. "I've been expecting you."

You force a polite smile, your heart pounding in your chest as you approach the desk. "Thank you for seeing me," you reply, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

The target's grin widens as he leans back in his chair, his eyes roving over you in a way that makes your skin crawl. "It's my pleasure, my dear," he says, his tone oozing with false charm. ""Now, where was I? Oh yes, you were asking what I could possibly have to offer?"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his blatant attempts at flirtation, instead keeping your expression neutral as you try to steer the conversation toward the task at hand.

"I wonder," you begin, trailing your fingertips against one of the armchairs, "If a man like you doesn't have secrets that he might be hiding..."

The target looks back eagerly, eyes raking your form up and down. He nears closer to you with careful eyes, "What kinds of secrets?"

Now leaning against the armchair, you pull delicately at the hem of your dress until it reaches your thigh, "The kind that would destroy you if someone knew about them."

You hear a cough in your earpiece.

After a tense moment of silence, the target finally nods, a sly grin curling at the corners of his lips. "Very well," he says, his hands grazing the paperweight on his desk. "I just might provide you with the secret you desire. But first..."

You feel a surge of apprehension as the target's voice trails off, his gaze lingering on you in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. "Let's play a game! I'd like to get to know you a little better," he finishes, his tone dripping with unmistakable intent.

"Is this man on Fifty Shades of crack?," you hear Tangerine practically yell in your ear.

You can't help but stifle a nervous giggle at Tangerine's colorful commentary, his words providing a small but welcome distraction from the unsettling situation at hand.

You force a polite smile, your mind racing as you search for a way to extricate yourself from the situation without arousing suspicion. "I'm afraid I can't," you reply, your voice steady despite the unease that coils in the pit of your stomach. "I have other matters to attend to."

The target's grin falters slightly at your refusal, but he doesn't relent. Instead, he leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he continues to press the issue. "Come now, my dear," he urges, his tone coaxing. "Surely you can spare a few moments for a little game. It'll be fun, I promise."

Your heart races as you feel the weight of the target's gaze bearing down on you, his proximity sending a wave of discomfort washing over you. You glance toward the door, willing yourself to remain calm despite the rising tension in the room.

Meanwhile, Tangerine's voice crackles in your ear, his frustration palpable as he listens to the exchange. "This fucking prick," he growls, his voice laced with barely contained anger. "I swear if he doesn't back off..."

He grabs you by the chin, the rest of his fingers pressing into the side of your face. "By the end of the night, I'm sure I'll have you screaming my name.

Tangerine's patience wears thin. "That fucking bastard," he snarls, his voice a low, menacing growl. "I've had enough of this bullshit. I'm comin' in."

"No - you'll blow our cover," you whisper.

The target's face shifts with confusion and surprise, "What was that?"

You hear the sounds of gunshots outside the door and the target looks up with alarm. The door slams open and Tangerine bursts in, gun drawn in his hand.

"Now here's the deal ya old fuck, you give us the fucking code and maybe I just won't shoot ya," Tangerine yells, hair falling into his eyes, veins popping.

The target seems to consider his options as he looks between you and Tangerine. Retaining what confidence he has left, the target utters, "L-Let's be civil about this, shall we?"

He's behind his desk and you notice a movement out of the corner of your eye. The target seems to be reaching for something.

You grab an extraordinarily heavy paperweight from the target's desk, consider the weight of it in your hand, and wack the target across the head with it, "Is this civil enough for you?"

He barely has time to react and goes out cold, blood seeping from the top of his head.

Tangerine looks at you with slight frustration yet amusement, "Well...now how are we goin' to get the code for the safe?"

You slowly turn towards him and grin, "He already gave it to me."

Tangerine gives a look of confusion as you make your way toward the desk, peeling a sticky note off of where the metal paperweight used to be. On it is a four-digit code.

You make your way toward the safe behind the desk, "Not quite the brightest we've encountered, eh?"

"Let's hope his lack of intelligence works in our favor," he mutters, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.

You punch in the four-digit code with practiced precision, the sound of the tumblers clicking into place echoing in the silence of the room. With a quiet creak, the safe door swings open, revealing a stack of documents neatly arranged inside.

Tangerine's eyes light up with satisfaction as he steps forward to examine the contents. "Bloody brilliant, love," he says, his voice low with excitement.

You share a triumphant grin with Tangerine as you begin to retrieve the documents from the safe, each one a piece of the puzzle that will bring down your target's operation once and for all.

The mission is completed successfully and a few weeks go by. You, Lemon, and Tangerine team up again and again on various missions - to Portugal, Monaco, and then Bolivia.

Between Tangerine's ranting about you and your lovestruck eyes, Lemon wasn't sure how much of this he could take much longer. He would do whatever it took to get both of your heads out of your arses to realize your feelings for one another.

And eventually, the perfect moment arrived. As the three of you found yourselves on another mission, this time in the bustling streets of Tokyo, Lemon observed something that was the last fucking straw for him.

As the three of you strolled through the vibrant streets of Tokyo, the colorful sights and sounds of the bustling outdoor market beckoned to you. Lemon couldn't help but notice the subtle glances exchanged between you and Tangerine, the way your eyes lit up with excitement at each new discovery.

When Tangerine spotted a small jewelry stall tucked away in a corner of the market, he seized the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. Lemon's suspicions were confirmed when he saw Tangerine emerge a few moments later, a mischievous grin on his face and a jewel-encrusted hairclip clutched in his hand.

"Oi, what's that?" Lemon asked, eyeing the hairclip with curiosity as Tangerine presented it to you with a flourish.

"It's for you, love," Tangerine replied, his voice low as he held out the hairclip for you to admire. He stumbles over his next words, "I - I saw it and thought of you. I mean, I don't mind you don't like it, I can always - "

You cut his sentence short, "Thank you, Tangerine," you said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, your eyes sparkling with gratitude as you ran your fingers over the intricate design.

Tangerine's cheeks flushed slightly at your gesture, and Lemon felt a surge of frustration building within him. The dance you and Tangerine had going on around your feelings for each other was going to drive him mad.

"Will you help me put it on?" You ask with a shy smile. Tangerine happily obliges, delicately clasping the clip to your hair.

"Fuck me," mutters Lemon, absolutely at his wit's end.

You arrive at a hotel, the three of you going over your next job, a mission from the White Death, whose son has been held for ransom by some group called the Triad. You're rather tired, so you head off to your room.

Lemon, meanwhile, has just about had it.

"Enough is enough," Lemon declared, his voice firm as he turned to face Tangerine. "You need to pull your head out of your arse and confess your feelings to her, mate. It's bloody obvious to everyone but you."

Tangerine's eyes widened in surprise at Lemon's outburst, but before he could respond, Lemon held up a hand to silence him.

"I'm serious, Tangerine," Lemon continued, his tone softening slightly as he spoke. "You've been pining after her for long enough. It's time to man up and tell her how you feel."

With that, Lemon storms off, heading to his room for the night. Perhaps it is time for Tangerine to finally confess his feelings and put an end to the tension between you once and for all. But nothing can console him from being afraid of losing you and your friendship in the process.

Things have gone absolutely tits up a long time ago and all thanks to this blonde fucking glasses prat. First, the damn briefcase had gone missing, courtesy of him, then you had discovered the Son to be bleeding out of his eyes, probably also courtesy of him, and so now here you are, trying to keep Tangerine from blowing a gasket while he sought out this Ladybug character and became increasingly more disheveled in the process - not that you mind, of course.

You're not at all distracted by the loose strands of hair that frame his face, the ferocity behind his blue eyes, or the chest hair that creeps out from under his tight shirt. Yes you are. No - you're definitely not entranced by him at all. You're positively fucked. Especially not when he pulls you close and gives you a longing glance, muttering "Stay here, love," before violently knocking on the door to the restroom.

Ladybug opens it and chaos ensues. You're amazed by the unquenchable level of anger Tangerine seems to have toward this man. He's roughhousing him like there's no tomorrow and you'll be damned if you don't think it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen.

Their fight is interrupted as the train stewardess enters the train car. She seems very sweet yet seemingly oblivious to any of what is going on.

Tangerine is out of breath and bleeding from his nose and Ladybug isn't that far off. It's when Ladybug asks for water that Tangerine looks like he's about to lose it again. You roll your eyes at Ladybug's antics and Tangerine gives you a frustrated look that seems to say See what I have to deal with, here.

Drinking his water, Ladbug pauses, "You sure you don’t want to talk this out?

"Not particularly, no."

You throw a kettle back at Ladybug in response. It lands and he stumbles back, yelling "Ow, woman!"

You step between the both of them, gun at the ready, and exclaim, "Alright, that's enough!"

"Woah, lady!"

"Ladybug, calm down. Tangerine, stop with the fighting. We need to figure this out like civilized adults."

Tangerine glares at Ladybug, his fists clenched at his sides. "Where's the briefcase, you sneaky bastard? What did you do to the Son?"

Ladybug straightens up, adjusting his glasses nervously. "Listen, I've got the case, but I have no idea what's wrong with the kid. I didn't even know he was dead!"

You scrutinize Ladybug once more before asking, "Right, and where's the case?"

Ladybug hesitates until you point the gun in his direction, "Alright! It's in the refreshment car."

You scrutinize Ladybug once more before pulling Tangerine aside. You put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, and it seems to do something. The crazed look in his eyes calms and his breathing settles.

"I don't think Lemon was wrong. This guy might not be our Diesel."

Tangerine sighs, "I swear if you start with the Thomas references, I'm going to lose my shit - "

You smile assuredly, "Alright, no more train references. But seriously, we need to consider all possibilities here. If Ladybug didn't have anything to do with the briefcase or the Son's condition, then who did?"

Tangerine runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. "I don't fucking know, but we need to focus on finding out who's behind all of this and stop them before it's too late."

You nod in agreement. "Agreed. Let's just for now until we figure out who's responsible and make them pay for what they've done. Then you can beat him up as much as you want."

Tangerine gives you a grateful look. "Thanks, love. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smile, feeling a sense of safety and closeness with Tangerine despite the chaos surrounding you. "Likewise. Now let's go find some answers."

Ladybug looks between the two of you, confused yet hopeful that he can escape your wrath. He observes your interaction with Tangerine and the way you adjust his tie subconsciously, looking at him with absolute adoration. He thinks he understands now what Lemon meant when he muttered something about his partners being "oblivious as fuck." Because Tangerine seems just as unaware of the effect you seem to have on him.

Suddenly, though, Tangerine's phone rings and the caller does not sound happy. They expect you, Lemon, and Tangerine to get your arses out of the train at the next stop with the briefcase in hand. God knows the two of you won't be able to make it to the refreshment cart in time.

After you express your worry about getting your arms cut off, Ladybug offers to pose as Lemon, and you three set off to find a briefcase.

You, Tangerine, and Ladybug find yourselves in front of again what Tangerine so delicately put as an "80s dance-off."

"Wow. You two do look like twins, huh?"

Tangerine tries to keep his frustration to a minimum, "Yeah, okay. We got the case, now what?"

The leader of the group retains a look of seriousness, "You still take the train to Kyoto station."

"Mm-hmm. Yeah, okay. We can do that. Wonderful."

The man pauses with a look of scrutiny, "Have you opened the case?"

"No, of course not. Do you know what? I never asked for the combination. You know what I mean? Keep it safe that way."

Ladybug joins in with a shoddy English accent, "Yeah, so no one gets greedy."

Tangering fights the urge to roll his eyes and you're trying not to burst out into laughter. That is until Ladybug starts playing with the lock on the briefcase, which opens to reveal a pile of unmentionables.

You and Tangerine exchange a look of panic and all three of you make your way back onto the train.

Ladybug looks genuinely apologetic, "I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I-I have this bad luck thing, and I hit the thing -"

"Oh, is that what you call it?

You raise your hands with frustration, "What the absolute fuck was that?"

Ladybug winces, "I was trying to sell it. I was selling it."

"Well, I don’t think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose, were they?"

Ladybug snaps his fingers, "Ah, but… They were buying it."

There's a beat of silence. Then, Ladybug tries his hand at trying to convince you and Tangerine to get off the train. He talks about wanting to visit a temple or something. Your mind's on other things, like the fact that if you don't find that damn briefcase, the White Death is going to be all but merciful.

Tangerine seems to be on the same wavelength, "It’s a bit of a conundrum, really, ’cause, you know, I’m thinking, do I hand him back in one piece or do I chop you up into little pieces and stuff you inside a fucking Momomon or not? That’s what’s going through my head right now."

"Or..."

Tangerine frowns, "Oh, what? You got a better idea, do ya?"

"You know, before us now is just a wall, but it’s an illusion, man. It’s a construct. You know, ’cause within that wall sits a window. A window of opportunity. Damn it, it’s a door. It’s… Within that wall is a door."

You blink in confusion whispering, "What the fuck..."

Tangerine rolls his eyes and gives a look that says, "Is this guy serious?"

He squints and gestures, "I’m finding it very hard to follow this story."

Something changes in Ladybug's expression, "My point is, that door is closing."

Before you can even react, Ladybug is kicking Tangerine onto the platform outside the train door, which closes before you can step out. You punch the door's window with frustration with a look of anguish, watching Tangerine's beautiful surprised and angered face pass you by, "Damn it!"

You turn backwards slowly and Ladybug's smile immediately fades upon seeing your expression. 'Cause if looks could fucking kill.

Ladybug backs away, "Listen, lady-"

"It's Peach," you growl, anger evident on your face. You approach Ladybug with your arms at the ready.

"Right. I'm sorry about your boyfriend. It's nothing personal-"

"He's not my boyfriend."

Ladybug stops himself and frowns in confusion, "Really?"

You feel your face heat up and not only with anger.

As you stride forward, fists clenched and fury ablaze, Ladybug backpedals, "You're sure?"

You land a punch on Ladybug. "Yes, goddamn it!"

"Okay, well I've got a great therapist for this sort of thing - fuck!"

You kick him in the groin.

He winces, "Ow! Working through your buried feelings of admiration might help. Maybe-"

"Shut up!"

"Maybe if you just talked to him. 'Cause I'm sure he feels the same way."

"What?"

You pause and try to conceal your surprise before shoving him against the luggage rack.

He groans in pain yet looks at you thoughtfully, "You really haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what?!" You shout, waving your arms with confusion.

"God, Lemon was right about you two. You're both oblivious as all hell," Ladybug mutters. "He's clearly in love with you."

All of a sudden, you hear a crash from the nearby train cart, where Tangerine and Ladybug had been fighting earlier.

Ladybug takes advantage of your distraction and bashes his head into yours. You falter backwards and your vision blurs. Ladybug runs off in the other direction. You hear him yell from a distance: "Just talk to him!"

"Fucking insect," you grumble, bringing your hand towards your head.

With what little balance you possess, you stumble into the adjacent train cart and spot a sight for fucking sore eyes. It's Tangerine. He's panting, bleeding, and covered in shards of glass, but you've never been so happy to see him in your life.

"Tangerine!"

You run towards him eagerly, and he looks up at you, disoriented and with curls bouncing, the gel in his hair having worn off. This man looked handsome in every state.

You help him to his feet, brushing off the pieces of glass that stick to his clothing.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?"

He looks a bit dazed at the sight of you, "I'm alright, love."

You can't help but hug him tightly, your eyes watering as you ramble. His arms wrap around your waist with just as much fervor, like he's clinging onto you for dear life.

"I thought I lost you," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion.

Tangerine squeezes you tightly, his warmth enveloping you like a protective shield. "I'm not going anywhere, Peach. Not without you."

You loosen your grip on him and brush the glass out of his hair. "I was about to murder Ladybug after he pushed you off the train! And he kept on talking, over and over again. About his wild ideas about you and I. Something about Lemon and us being oblivious. Oh, I don't know..."

"Go on."

You retract your hand from his hair and he seems almost disappointed at the loss of touch. "Well, it's nothing..."

There's a mischievous glint in Tangerine's eyes, but he also looks hopeful, like he's been waiting ages for what you're about to say.

"Don't keep secrets, now, darlin'," he says, calloused hands caressing your face.

You feel heat rise in your cheeks and your hands fall to his chest, his heart beating quicky under your palms, "Well, he might have said you're in love with me," you admit, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Tangerine's expression softens, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of relief and something else you can't quite place.

"I am, Peach," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been in love with you since the moment we fucking met."

God, this man... Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you feel a rush of warmth spread through you like wildfire.

"I love you too, Tangerine," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion.

His lips meet yours fiercely and its absolute bliss. His mustache tickles your lips, but it's a nice feeling. It's familiar. It's him.

As Tangerine's lips press against yours with a fervor born of longing and passion. His hands move to cup your face, his touch gentle yet possessive as he deepens the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance. You revel in the taste of him, his cologne mingled with the sweat and adrenaline of the chaos around you.

His lips move hungrily against yours, his kisses growing more urgent with each passing moment as if trying to convey all the love and longing he's kept bottled up inside for so long. And you respond in kind, matching his passion with your own, your hands roaming freely over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.

He presses against you and you moan with pleasure. You've wanted this man for so long. His hands trickle down your back and you feel chills. The things you want him to do to you.

As you come up for air, you gaze into his eyes, bright and passionate. Tangerine looks youthful, free almost. He has a decisive look about him, "Forget the case. We're finding Lemon and getting the fuck off this train."

He bites your earlobe and whispers, "And then I'm going to absolutely ravish you."

You giggle as he kisses you on the cheek, takes your hand, and leads you down the train. Besides the blood and disheveled look he had about him, you wouldn't have thought that he had just punched his way onto a bullet train. You thought you had lost him, and yet here you were.

Fuck the case. You two would find Lemon. You three would get off the train and find a cozy hotel. Things were going to be okay.

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