#tarzane

NOTE: Be respectful of my choices; the OTPs are not ranked, just of who I thought when making this list.

1. Star Wars franchise: Luke Skywalker + Mara Jade = Lukemara

2. Miraculous Ladybug: Adrien Agreste aka Cat Noir + Marinette Dupain-Cheng aka Ladybug = Adrienette

3. Disney’s Tarzan = Tarzan + Jane Porter = Tarzane

4. The Life and Times of Junipher Lee: Junipher Lee + Marcus Conner = Junimarcus

5. Disney’s Hercules = Prince Hercules + Megara “Meg” = Hercmeg

6. Sony Pictures’ Hotel Transylvania franchise: Johnny Loughran + Mavis Dracula = Jonavis

7. Harry Potter franchise: Harry Potter + Ginny Weasley = Hinny

8.  Harry Potter franchise: Ron Weasley + Hermione Granger = Romione

9. Pixar’s Brave: Fergus DunBroch + Elinor DunBroch = Ferginor

10. The Chronicles of Prydain/Disney’s The Black Cauldron = Taran + Princess Eilonwy = Tarlonwy

A Jane x Tarzan fic by let’sgetthoughtful on ff dot net.

Rating: Mature  |  Word Count: 3,392  |  Chapters: 2/2

Summary: Some lemony meditations before John/Tarzan and Jane return to the jungle. Limited sketches. Rated M.

A/N: You know me—I can't help sharing hot thoughts… Please enjoy.

Jane, who had been sketching the terrain as they sped past, felt her mind wander to John. Still clutching her pencil, she studied him carefully and began to draw. Absorbed in his reading, he took no notice, leaving Jane the ability to observe uninterrupted. She appraised his intelligent face, his wild hair, his large, rough hands. Outwardly, he didn't look any different than when they had left the port, but something in his bearing had changed now that they were back in Africa. Was it confidence? Anticipation? Whatever it was, Jane liked it. Even after years together, he took her breath away.

Soon she was daydreaming.

A Jane x Tarzan fic by let’sgetthoughtful on ff dot net.

Rating: Mature  |  Word Count: 3,392  |  Chapters: 2/2

Summary: Some lemony meditations before John/Tarzan and Jane return to the jungle. Limited sketches. Rated M.

A/N: A little late to the party here, but this is for anyone who needed more Alexander Skarsgard in Legend of Tarzan. (Maybe it's just me…?)

He remembered.

The first touch of her hand that set his blood on fire. How he had streaked back through the green overgrowth like lightning, scorched by her presence. How he had climbed, limbs aching with exertion, lungs screaming for air, until he finally breached the tree line. The way he had stared in wonder at the sky, letting the thrill run through him as he allowed himself to entertain an idea he had scarcely dreamed possible.

A mate for him.