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botherkupo · 4 years

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written in the stars (chapter 11)

Summary: He was a god of chaos and destruction. She was a princess whose kingdom had been prophesied to fall. To save her people, she would become his wife. [AU]

AO3

11: With These Hands

"There," she said, pulling on his collar to adjust it slightly. "That looks much better."

He stood in front of her with his eyes shut and his arms relaxed at his sides, dressed in the clothes she had crafted from magic. There had been many ideas she'd toyed with, but she'd settled on a sky-blue and pearl panelled doublet. Silver bands separated the colours, delicate enough not to distract too much when combined with the row of silver buttons down his front. A leather belt cinched the doublet slightly at the waist. His pants were tan and tucked into black boots.

"May I open my eyes now?" he asked.

"No, wait."

A soft laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" She shot him a glance as she used a darker shade of thread to embroider a quatrefoil-like pattern onto the panels of pearl fabric, complete with a small, clover-like cross in the middle of each.

"Because I think you're taking this way too seriously. It's just clothes."

"It's not just clothes." She traced curling vines onto the blue panels. "Besides, you agreed to let me do this, so you can't complain."

"I'm not complaining. I just don't understand why you want to go through so much effort."

"It's not effort." She fussed with his top button and smoothed her hands along his shoulders. "Some of us actually enjoy making clothes."

He tilted his head, his eyes still shut. "You do?"

"Yeah. Always have." Her voice softened with memory. "When I was little, I used to tell everyone that I was going to grow up to be a tailor."

"What changed?"

"My instructors quickly pointed out that princesses don't become tailors."

"Why not?"

Her lips twitched. In some ways, he was just as naïve of how the human world worked as she had been back then. "We're supposed to wear the pretty dresses, not learn how to make them."

His brow furrowed.

"Anyway," she said, circling around him to make sure the design was balanced and she hadn't missed anything. "Even if I wasn't a princess, I would have been lucky to do more than embroider a bit of thread to a jerkin had I pursued my dream. Turns out it's pretty much impossible to become a tailor if you're not a man."

"That doesn't seem fair."

She hummed in agreement. "So, you see now why it's not just clothes to me. Fashion has always been my passion. I'm just lucky my parents didn't mind that I liked to design clothes, at least as long as it didn't interfere with my lessons. Too bad I couldn't use magic then. Would have spared my fingers a lot of pain."

"You shouldn't overuse the magic tho—"

"I'm fine." She stopped in front of him, smiling. "And I think I really am done now. You can open your eyes."

Summer-grass green met her gaze, veiled with long lashes. He returned her smile.

Oh.

It was strange how the full effect didn't hit her until then: the black attire gone, his eyes on her as he smiled, warm and somehow looking more human than ever. Not even his pointy ears or the tail peeping out from behind him could shatter the image. He looked like a noble who had come to court. A very attractive one.

She had been right. Blue favoured him well.

Heat crawled up her cheeks and she rushed over, turning him by his arms so his back was to her. "Hold on," she said. "There's one more thing."

"Wha—"

"We can't leave your hair loose like that. It ruins the whole effect."

He sighed, though he sounded more amused than anything. "Am I your doll to decorate now?"

"Just hush and sit here." She steered him onto one of the chairs. "You're too tall for me to reach your hair comfortably."

"Any other requests?"

He was definitely teasing, but her cheeks were hot and all she could think was to not let him see the smears of tomato-red spreading all over her face. Too embarrassing. Too exposing. No way was she going to admit how attractive she found him in those clothes. (Because it didn't mean anything. Anyone could look attractive in a nice outfit. Even that buffoon, Lord Kim, had looked handsome enough to make her do a double-take at the last ball she'd attended, despite the fact he only talked about sports and tournaments.)

Marinette swallowed and stared at the back of Cat's head. Right. Now she had to do something with his hair.

Heart thumping, she stepped closer and slipped her fingers into the golden strands, careful to avoid his ears. She didn't dare to touch the silky fur without permission. Not that it made a difference. It was impossible for her to relax. Every breath she took sounded obnoxiously loud to her ears, and she was even more conscious of him—the rustle of fabric as he shifted on the chair, the slight rise and fall of his shoulders.

"Um, so what do you think of the outfit?" she asked.

"It's not what I'm used to, but it seems nice."

"Seems?"

He tilted his head back to look at her. "Forgive me, I don't know much about human fashion, but I'm impressed at the detail you've put into everything. It's clear you thought about it a lot. I'm sure you would have made a fine tailor had you become one."

Fresh warmth bloomed on her cheeks. "Thank you," she murmured more shyly than intended.

Silence settled. Combined with the rhythmic motion of combing her fingers through his hair, the quiet helped to calm her and cool her heated cheeks. Whatever had sent her senses into jittering hyperawareness slipped away like sand carried back into the sea. Her shoulders relaxed, her breathing evened.

"Uh, Marinette?"

Right. Style.

She gathered his hair into a loose plait and bound it with a blue ribbon. "There," she said. "All done."

oOo

He had to leave the next day. Rather than stay stifled inside, she chose to wander the outer courtyards and gardens. Not that the view was much. Aside from the low hedges, which formed geometric patterns and borders, it was like walking in a rose garden trapped in winter. No flowers, no colour to break up the stone and evergreen. There weren't even weeds.

"I wonder …" she murmured.

The magic that thrived in the castle was born from thoughts. She'd seen it create fabric, tools, and ink out of nothing. There seemed to be no limit, so long as she could imagine whatever she wanted clearly enough.

She knelt next to one of the low hedges, running her fingers over the gritty texture of the ground. Determination steeled her expression. A small shovel appeared in her hands and she dug into the earth, cracking open the tough surface to form a hole. Dirt smeared her knees and got on her cheek. Still, she smiled as she loosened the dirt.

"See, Mylène," she said, thinking of the conversation from all those years ago. "I haven't forgotten."

Marinette had always been fascinated with creating things: clothes, trinkets—anything that could be shaped or nurtured with her hands. She'd loved the gardens back home and often talked with the workers, assisting them whenever she could. Mylène had been her favourite. Only a few years older, but always ready with a smile. They'd had many good conversations while bees had skimmed blue-kissed petals nearby and the scent of rosemary and sage had teased her senses.

"Why do you have to break up the dirt?" Marinette had asked once. "Can't you just put the plant in the hole?"

"It grows better this way. You have to let the roots breathe, see?"

Marinette's smile widened as she examined the result of her hard work. These roots were definitely going to be able to breathe. The soil she'd prepared was like soft moss to her fingers, pliable and ready to be used.

She settled into a more comfortable position on her knees. "Okay. Let's see if I can imagine this."

The actual flower was easy to picture: ripples of silk layered on top of each other, perfumed with a delicate scent. But the bush with all its untidy ends was much harder. No one tended to care much about the pragmatic underside of things—the stitches that kept a dress together, the roots that dug deep and allowed poplars to reach for the sun. Yet right now that was what she needed to envision.

"Come on," she murmured, closing her eyes. "Focus."

Everything rested on this one thought. This one act of seeing beyond the pretty finish to the framework and parts that gave all things life, just like the charcoal sketches she'd drawn with her fingertip as a child, envisioning outfits yet to take form.

Magic shivered and hummed, a song in her blood and in the air. Her eyes snapped open. The base of the bush rose from the hole, loosened dirt settling back over the roots to hold them safe. Branches spread out, prickled with thorns. Leaves unfurled in proud banners of green. She trembled as the buds came next, sweat beading her forehead.

Just a bit more. Just a bit more magic.

Black smears swarmed her vision. An odd ringing started in her ears, screeching from whatever had clogged her head with water. Or was it wool? Everything felt so strange and heavy.

"Marinette!"

She swayed, cut loose from the power that rippled through her body. Too fast, too much. Arms came around her, and then Cat was there, half cradling her on his lap as he looked down at her. His eyes were wide and anxious.

"Marinette, are you okay? Please say something."

She blinked back dizzy flashes and spots. Her body felt like a cloth that someone had wrung dry, squeezing every last drop of energy out of her. No words wanted to form on her tongue. Her thoughts gathered and scattered like dandelion seeds chased by the wind. But behind him, she could see the rose bush she had created, still standing tall with its colourful leaves. All of the buds were closed except one, which had emerged from its leafy veil like a blushing lady peeping over a fan, pink and delicate.

A smile curved her lips. She had done it.

#miraculous ladybug #god au #written in the stars #my writing

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thedreammweaver · 3 years

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When I Hear Those Reindeer Paws I’m Gonna Break The Law Chapter 3 (The Santa Clause 1 Gotham au, Santa!Oswald, head elf!Zsasz)

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Much to Oswald’s dismay he didn’t wake up at home in bed but still in the sleigh. He moved off of where he’d slumped on Gertrud’s shoulder to stand up and take in their now snowy surroundings. He turned to the reindeer angrily “Does this look like home to you?!” The reindeer ignored him and trotted away from the sleigh.

Gertrud didn’t seem bothered as she was looking at the snowy landscape in wonder. “Perfect, now we’re stranded here-“ Oswald cut himself off as he saw a small figure emerge from some of the snow, their attire muted in colour but festive. “Excuse me, could you maybe tell us where we are?” The figure ignored Oswald as they coaxed a white and red striped pole with a shiny ball on it out of the ground. He entered some sort of code and gave Oswald a weird knowing look. Oswald’s attention was pulled away as he felt the ground beneath the sleigh give a bit and begin to lower. He clutched Gertrud, who was still rather unbothered, to himself protectively. They were lowered into what looked to be stables, albeit it ones that looked like they’d come straight out of a Christmas book. Elves that had previously been busily moving about were now stopping to look at their new Santa with excitement besides a few who were tending to the reindeer who’d appeared back in their stables. Oswald was still not completely sure he wasn’t dreaming as the sleigh came to a stop on the ground. “Stay here.” He whispered to Gertrud as he got up and focused his attention on one of the elves walking by “Hey, kid-“

“I’m not a kid, I’m an elf.” The elf corrected. Oswald blinked a few times before returning to what he was saying “Okay....who’s in charge here?”

“You are.” The elf huffed, walking away. Oswald followed them “No, I mean like who’s you’re boss??”

“You are!” The elf insisted again, continuing to walk away. Oswald was beginning to get angry when he felt a tap on his shoulder, he spun around to see...by the ears he could tell it was another elf but this one looked like an adult instead of resembling a child as all the others did. “Hey, Santa-“

“It’s Oswald.”

“If you’re looking for a figure of authority that would be me. I’m Zsasz, your head elf.”

Oswald looked at the figure reaching to shake his hand wide eyed “Head...elf?”

“Yeah..not much for handshakes, huh? Whatever, Santa, come with me you’ll want to get out of those clothes.” He said as he started walking.

“I’m not Santa!” Oswald insisted, following along behind Zsasz. “The other guy disappeared, right?” Zsasz asked, turning a corner. “He fell..” Oswald growled defensively. “Then you’re Santa now, it’s not that hard to understand, buddy.”

Oswald grabbed Zsasz’ arm to stop him “How did you know the other guy was gone?”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Wha- no I don’t want a drink, wh-“

“I’m thirsty.” Oswald groaned at the sound of his mother’s voice.

“I told you to stay in the sleigh.”

“Who’s this?” Zsasz asked.

“I’m Gertrud, his mother...who he doesn’t appreciate as much as he should.” Oswald rolled his eyes and walked off to the side a bit to lean against a door labeled ‘ballroom’. “Gertrud..” Zsasz hummed to himself “You know what? I’ve got something for you.” He said, reaching into the bag he wore and pulling out a gorgeous snowglobe “Be careful with this,” he cautioned as he handed it to Gertrud “It’s very old, just like me.” Gertrud took the snowglobe and shook it a bit. She felt tears sting her eyes as in it she saw herself and Elijah, much younger, ice skating with eachother. “Thank you..” she whispered, wiping her eyes. Zsasz whistled an elf over “Would you get her something to drink and show her around a bit? Thanks.” He said as the elf took Gertrud’s hand and lead her away. Oswald stood up straight from where he was leaning “Hey, wait a secon-“ Zsasz grabbed his hand “Come on, Santa.”

Oswald was tempted to pinch himself as he was lead into what looked to be the main room of the workshop. There were elves and toys everywhere. “This is not happening...”

“You read the card right?” Zsasz asked.

Oswald nodded.

“Then this is happening and you’re the new Santa.”

“But-“

“Do you have the card?!” Zsasz snapped. Oswald begrudgingly pulled it out of the pocket of the suit and handed it to Zsasz. The head elf grabbed a nearby magnifying glass and begun reading aloud “In putting on the suit and entering the sleigh the wearer waives any and all rights to any previous identity, real or implied, and fully accepts the duties and responsibilities of Santa Claus in perpetuity until such time that the wearer becomes unable to do so by either accident or design.”

“What the hell..?”

“It’s the Santa Clause, as in C-L-A-U-S-E, as in the last line of a contract which you have agreed to.”

“This is ridiculo-“

“Try to understand this!” Zsasz snapped again. The elves around them ooo’d as if Zsasz getting riled up was a regular and somewhat amusing occurrence. Oswald rolled his eyes “When can I get out of here?”

“You leave tomorrow morning, you have eleven months to get your affairs in order and you’re due back here Thanksgiving. I’ll ship the list to your house, put ‘P’ next to the ones who are nice and ‘C’ next to the ones who are naughty, got it?”

“What if I don’t want to do this?” Oswald asked stubbornly.

“Don’t even joke about that!”

“Why not? What if I don’t buy into this Santa Claus shit? What if I choose not to believe it?” Oswald was met with a horrified silence falling over the room. Zsasz’s demeanor turned solemn “Then you’ll kill the spirit of Christmas and disappoint millions of children, no biggie.” He shrugged sarcastically “Judy will take you to your room. Get out of the suit it needs to be cleaned.” Zsasz instructed before walking away. Oswald wanted to follow and argue but he was distracted by the whistle of a train and he turned to see a small one that came to a stop, one one of the cars was an elf with dark hair in a red dress and purple pointy hat with colourful streamers coming out the top. “Judy?” He asked, unamused.

“Santa?” She asked, matching his tone playfully.

“Oswald Cobblepot.”

“Follow me.” The train started moving again and he followed. For someone who’d been told he was in charge he sure was being ordered around a lot.

Oswald let himself marvel at the bedroom he was lead into which was absolutely whimsical. “Can I get you anything? The kitchen’s always open.”

“How about a stiff drink?” Oswald mumbled. Judy walked over to him and handed him a pair of silky red pajamas “You should try to get some rest tonight like your mom.” She said before leaving. Oswald’s brow furrowed “Like my mom..?” As he glanced over to the huge bed in the room he saw that Gertrud was already curled up on one side of it. The sight made him smile softly before he got to changing into the pjs.

Judy came back to the Santa suite, tray in hand, to find a small crowd of her fellow elves trying to peer through the glass in the door “Shoo.” She said and they scattered. “Santa?” She asked coming up to the door. “Oswald Cobblepot!” Oswald hissed. Judy came in and sat beside him on the steps in the middle of the room “I brought you some coco. My own recipe, it took me twelve-hundred years to get it right.”

“Twelve hundred years?” Oswald took the cup.

“That’s right.”

As he took a sip Oswald’s mouth was enveloped in the most brilliant chocolatey taste he’d ever experienced. “That is...really good.” He took another sip as he got up and went over to the balcony. “You look distressed.” Judy said. Oswald scoffed “I’m far beyond distressed. I mean I’m talking to an elf and I stopped believing in this stuff a long time ago.” Judy got up and walked closer to Oswald “That’s not surprising, most adults can’t believe in magic, it just...grows out of them.”

“Oh yeah? Tell that to my mother.”

“Your mother is a very magical person, not to mention smarter than you about these things.”

“Why don’t you start a fan club for her if she’s so great?!” Oswald snapped. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, leaning on the balcony “I’m sorry...I- look, you’re a nice little elf-“

“Thank you.”

“But this is a dream, one of my colleagues must’ve done something to the water supply again. I’m seeing all this insane magical stuff but I don’t believe it.”

“You’re missing the point.”

“Enlighten me.” Oswald huffed.

“Seeing isn’t believing, believing is seeing. Some people don’t have to see this place to know that it’s here, they just...know. You should get some sleep, goodnight, sir.” Judy said before taking her leave. Oswald took a minute to finish the cup of coco in his hand as he observed the fantastical sights below him. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he went over to the bed and crawled in. Sleeping next to Gertrud reminded him of when he was a kid, it made him feel safe, he promised himself again to apologize to her for being so distant as he drifted off, the faint rosy smell of Gertrud’s perfume in his nostrils.

#oswald cobblepot #the penguin #gertrud kapelput #Gotham au #the Santa clause au

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loadings-stuff · 7 years

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Unlucky Heart pt.1

So… A new story begins (I haven’t forgotten about Divine Addiction, don’t worry, just… Life happened and I had to delay it for now) I read a challenge on the amino app of Miraculous and… I really got interested in it, I suppose it’s a mermaid au, but this is how this story begun.

Master Fu tells Adrien that the only way to bring her mother back is to take off the heart of a mermaid and make a wish.

So with that idea, I was already thinking in so many possibilities! And then it came the part that totally sold me out

The part of the heart didn’t mean that he had to make her fall in love with her, no… It literally means to take her heart out! So… Yes, it won’t have a happily ever after ending, sorry… (Not sorry XD)

Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4

“You must steal the heart of a mermaid and make a wish if you want that what’s in your heart to come true... You can’t hesitate, Adrien, if you do, there will be serious consequences…”

With those words I woke up from my sleep, just a day have passed since I heard them and now I’m dreaming of them...

Great..

I walked out of my tent feeling heavy, sleeping out on the nature wasn’t bad, I’ll admit it, after all, I get to clear my head on my own with no distractions of any kind. The only times I woke up like this was when I went on training camps with Master Fu….

I stretched out, hearing my back popping and relaxing my entire body, I grabbed the small bag I brought to clean myself and headed to the river that was a kilometer away from my tent, remembering what my dream was about.

“A mermaid?! This is serious, master!! I’ve been training with you for the past four years so you could tell me the secrets to protect others! To not rub my bad luck on them!” a few hours ago I received an alarming call from my father, telling me my agonizing to death mother went critical since last night, that no one could do something for her, not even my father with all his money and resources could do something for her… gripping my blonde hair with the desire of rip it off in frustration I looked at my master in front of me “now my mom’s getting worse by the minute thanks to my bad luck and the only thing you can say is that I need the heart of a living mermaid?! What kind of joke is this?! Those things don’t even exist!”

Master Fu, a grown man in his late 190’s, but that looks of 50 or 60 was as passive as always, his posture straight and was holding a cane behind his back with both of his hands, looking at me with those same eyes that said he wasn’t joking. “I wonder if you yourself believe your own lies Adrien…or could it be that you really don’t remember it at all..?”

My hand went straight to my chest, touching over my clothes the spot where a scar in the shape of a cherry blossom flower carved and marked my skin 15 years ago… I looked away from my master, feeling the shape of the petals beneath my fingers “or maybe you don’t want to remember it...”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about master…” I denied it with all my might, I don’t want to remember it…I want it to stay the way it has until now…as just a dream…

After washing my body in the river together with my teeth, I put on my clothes that were hanging on a tree close to the river, as I put my black large shirt on, I grazed my fingers over the flower, as I get close to my destination I’ve felt the scar pulsing and even sting me…just over my heart, quite accurate to the task I’m doing…

I put on the rest of my clothes with a sigh and walked back to my tent, is just the dawn…but I have to start moving if I want to get there before it gets dark.

Putting my clothes in a backpack with my tent and all, I grabbed a bunch of berries and ate them as I started making my way again to my final destination… the beach house of the Agreste family and approximately half day from there on the shore…the last place where I saw an alive and real mermaid…

“Plagg, can you sense it?” I asked the kwami floating to my side as we walked through the shore, not a single soul around or any kind of civilization besides the Agreste mansion in more than 2 miles, luckily our resources were enough to last for another three days but it was almost the sunset now, if we didn’t have the sunlight to guide us, I was going to have to use my backup plan.

“Barely… Adrien, are you sure this is what you want to do?” it’s the first time after meeting Plagg 15 years ago that he’s been the quietest, I was sure he was going to be complaining during the whole journey since we started it but it was the opposite, he stayed quiet most of the time and also listened to everything I had to say.

“You heard Master Fu, this is our only option, and she’s my only option…. I can’t just choose some random mermaid...”

“The girl on your mind…is the only one that’s capable of saving your mother, the only heart powerful enough… your wish can save her life, save her from the dark destiny she’s bounded to suffer….” Master Fu told me while Plagg placed once of his paws over my hand on my chest, trying to ease the pain that was rising from the depth of my heart.

Because of me…

“What… What should I do...?” I asked before I could think about it, my mother needs me, my family needs me now… I can help her for the first time, help her and not cause pain....

“Look for the mermaid that put that mark on your chest…”

“Should I bring her to you…?”

“Yes… but if on your way you find it hard to bring her to me… you can do your wish no matter where you are with the condition that the heart is still beating once you take it off if it stops beating...you should face the consequences, your mother will face the destiny she’s meant to have…” Master Fu's expression was restless, he knows this isn’t the easiest task to ask and to ask me to do it is even harder….

Without a second thought, I packed the essentials in a large backpack, a tent, toothbrush, towel; clothes for at least a week of travel, a large and dented knife wrapped in a thick cloth and food enough for me and Plagg to eat during the trip. When I went back to the garden, I saw Master Fu in the eyes and asked the last thing about my task….

“Why her….?”

“Because where you’re the night, she’s the day, where you are anger, she’s love.. Where you’re bad luck... She’s good luck…. where you’re Yin... She’s Yang…”

“I really hate when you speak like that, why can’t you speak clear this time that I need clarity? I’m always up to hear riddles and puzzles master but I’d really appreciate if-“

“Where you got Plagg, she’s got Tikki…”

Tikki? The name of the Ladybug’s kwami, the opposite of Plagg, the one that should be my partner…

“The miraculous of luck…my partner…my opposite…” I frowned looking in disbelief at my master “you told me it got lost…long ago…that you couldn’t give it to me”

“A child that since born was meant to hold the miraculous of bad luck wasn’t going to be able to resist the amount of power that the miraculous of good luck has…only someone with the heart as pure as the miraculous itself can use it and keep it…”

“What do you mean with that? If I’d tried to be the holder of that miraculous…”

“You’d have died just in the attempt Adrien….”

“Died, uh…?” he said it so casual and with that serious expression of his, but what Master Fu probably doesn’t know is that I’ve died already… probably more than once… “So she’s the one with a heart so pure that can make her deserve to be the holder of my opposite…to be my partner….”

“What are you thinking Adrien…?” Plagg looked worried as I felt the first cold wind of the chilly night cursing through my entire body, I'm already tired and it's getting darker by the second…

I need to find her today, I can’t lose another night, I can’t afford it, not anymore….

“I’m thinking that we need to be able to see in the dark… to be able to sense her kwami…” I stopped and let my backpack fall in the sand before looking at Plagg “we need to be ready…in case she tries to resist...”

Plagg looked at me troubled, he hates the idea of us getting ready for her not cooperating, but he knows we have no choice, after all, Master Fu said it, where that girl is the day and good luck…

I’m the night and the cat of the bad luck….

“Plagg… claws out…” making a fist with my hand, Plagg went into the ring, our usual transformation began, we fusion into one and he gave me my powers, the first years my transformation was all flashy and was meant to look as a superhero, after going to Master Fu to train four years ago it changed, just as my job and my life did…

A mask covered my mouth and nose now, not my eyes, at will it could cover my whole face, making it useful for when I needed to use the night vision, pointy ears were still in its place but they were now also sticking out of a large hoodie that could cover my eyes if I had to pass unsuspicious at any job, I’d look like a simple guy in a weird hat passing by, my belt was still my tail but now I could tie it around my body, I learned to tie stuff to it too, the thing that changed the most was my weapon, the staff disappeared and instead a pair of large and stylized Tekko-Kagi appeared attached to my wrists that I was able to retract in case my job needed me to do it, in exchange, my abilities in jumping, escalating and running increased even more with the training I had with Master Fu, my leather catsuit became more rough in design, more normal looking for civilians, but also it was way more impenetrable than before.

“Feels just like home…why didn’t I transform earlier…?” I mumbled to myself with my mask on, with my hoodie still on, I picked up my backpack from the ground and kept walking.

Plagg was right, I can barely sense her… she’s getting away…how can I make her come close to the shore?

A sudden memory popped up in my mind, I can’t keep walking around in circles when I know she must be deep in the ocean…she’s somewhere around, hiding from humans….

I need her song…

I walked as close as I could to the shore, my knee length boots almost touching the water of the ocean. I closed my eyes and sighed, just five more minutes until the sunset passes. I walked into the water, not stopping until the water reached my hips, the cold water didn’t bother me at all thanks to Plagg...

‘Plagg…can you help me with the mask a little…?’

Plagg didn’t answer as usual on my mind; instead, he let my mask fall from my face, I caught it just before it fell into the ocean.

I looked forward, where the ocean turned deeper, I closed my eyes and tried to remember the lullaby I first used when I was little…the lullaby or more like… the weird and full of pain words that I as a lonely kid hummed to myself that made her risk her existence just to meet me…

‘A boy who seeks the soft touch of love…

‘Looks for someone to give that love to…

‘In search of that girl…

‘Whom my bad luck can clear…

15 years ago I sang and mumbled those words to myself close to the shore… my dad moments before almost drowned when we were playing together thanks to my bad luck, after that, I ran away as far as I could… but being only 6 at that time didn’t take me far, crying and desperate I started mumbling and saying dumb stuff to myself, hoping that like in a fairy tale, a fairy, a princess would hear me and come to save me from my living nightmare…

But I never expected something like her to ever appear…

Thanks to Plagg I felt a kwami getting closer to me; I put my mask on again covering my nose and mouth immediately as I saw a shadow under the sea getting closer at full speed.

Once the shadow was right in front of me I felt the scar on my chest pulsing and burning in the same way when it was done, I looked down as the thing that made the shadow in front of me emerged from the water, black bluish wet hair that reached just under her shoulders was the first thing that came out, her face now larger after 15 years, bluebell eyes that haunted my dreams occasionally watched me curious but with her guard up, her lips rosy were just as I remembered, her hands were nowhere to be seen, probably were helping her to stay on the surface, she stared cautious and curious at my clothes, once she stopped checking me out and reached my eyes, we stared at each other without saying a word for a minute, she was the first of us to break the silence.

“A-Adrien…?” her voice was soft, melodious and even more alluring than when we were kids.

But it wasn’t going to fool me, not this time.

Not after I’ve trained myself to keep calm and cold in front of an enemy for 4 years…

The last ray of light coming from the sunset shone between us for a second before everything around us turned into darkness, blue and green shining in the darkness as we stared at each other.

“Finally, I found you…mermaid…”

Ok! First Chapter! I have the rest already written, I’m just adding stuff and editing them, besides that... I think they’ll be posted during the course of the day, right now I’m tired and I need some sleep ^^

Let me know what you think of it, I’d really like to know what people thought of it or if someone liked it ^^

#mermaid au #chat noir x marinette #marinette #adrien #amino apps #mlb #miraculous ladybug #unlucky heart

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Zodiac Shifters

A collection of books with an astrological spin on love. From Aries to Virgo… discover all-new tales of paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Zodiac Shifters features New York Times, USA Today, and other bestselling authors. Each month expect new releases based upon the twelve astrology signs.

Pisces - artist, dreamer, romantic

Out of the Ashes by Julia Mills

Meet the Guardian of the Zodiac and their companions the Dragon Guard of the Sea! Lost and thought dead, these mighty dragons arise from the depths to not only help to save all mankind but reunite with others of their kind. The mission is simple – get into the enemy camp, free the humans, return the demons to Hell and return home the victor. For a Daughter of Poseidon and her constant companion, Drákon – a centuries old water dragon, that’s called a good day at work. Everything is going as planned. Una, eldest daughter and Guardian of Pisces, has checked one and two off her list, and is headed to three when things get complicated. Brody Mason bows at her feet, pledging his allegiance to not only her but also, the gods and the Light. As a show of loyalty, he promises to take her to the portal from Hell and with his own blood help her close the door on the Underworld. This one act will rid the world of evil forever. There’s only one problem…he’s a Hellhound. It doesn’t matter that Drákon doesn’t believe him, fearing it yet another trick of Hades to deter them from their mission or that there’s fire in his eyes and the smell of brimstone on his olive skin, she can feel the truth in his words. It also doesn’t hurt that with just one glance he sets her heart ablaze and her pulse racing. Not that this is about love or lust, it is all about saving the Earth, protecting the humans, defeating her uncle’s evil…or is it? One leap of faith leads Una and Brody on a race against time and facing the fight of their lives. Hiding from Poseidon, Hades and an army of Guardians led by her sister, Zoe, this couple may have the best intentions but in the end, isn’t that what paves the road to Hell?

Release date: Feb. 28th 2017

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Excerpt 1 PG (please choose 1 and delete the other)

“They have invaded the entire western and southern borders. I fear the coast is next. I’m going to need you to go and help the humans with this battle. They are ill-equipped and just not strong enough to fight evil on such a widespread scale.” Una looked at her father, Poseidon, the god of the sea, as he stood beside his periscope with a worried look. She’d never, in all the millennium since her birth, seen the great god anything but confident and unencumbered by the woes of the Earth and Her human population, but this was different and much more personal. She hated to see the deep lines feathering from his glowing blue eyes or the downturned expression emphasized by her thick white mustache and beard. Family issues sucked, especially when you were a deity and your whims effected the world as everyone had come to know it. Hades, Una’s uncle and Poseidon’s older brother had caused trouble in the past but nothing so catastrophic or life threatening to the beings Una and her sisters had been charged with keeping watch over. Named the Guardians of the Zodiac, the Daughters of Poseidon had long been protecting Earth and her humans from afar. Una could scarcely remember the last time her boots had walked the terra firma, smelled the sweet scents of the many blossoms and tasted of the bounty only the small blue and green planet had to offer. It had always been their directive to lend assistance from afar, never to cross paths with the humans and always remain the deities they were intended to be. Things had now changed. Una would be the first of her sisters to fight alongside the ever resilient race with the hopes of saving them from certain demise. The first to do what they’d been training for since they were old enough to hold their weapons. Bowing, her bow at her side, the Guardian of Pisces asked, “When shall I leave? Shall I take Drákon?” Without turning away from his view of the Earth, Poseidon nodded, “You will need to leave this night, my daughter. When the veil between our worlds is the thinnest. By all means, take the dragon with you. You will need the help.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Una called to her constant companion and training partner, Drákon, a centuries old sea dragon her father had given the power to change from his original form to that of a human man. “We’re a go. Put on that flesh suit you’re so fond of and meet me in a hour at the docks.” “Hell yeah,” Drákon cheered, using the human vernacular he’d been studying for centuries. “Yippee ki yay…” “Whoa, there cowboy,” Una smiled, glad she’d been paying attention when her companion read out loud. “That’s a good way to meet the pointy end of Dad’s trident.” “Duly noted.” The ancient being was once again all business. “See you at the docks.” Working hard to chuckle and happier than she could admit to be leaving the pomp and circumstance of her father’s court, Una answered, “See you there.”

Excerpt 2 - Spicy (please choose one and delete the other)

“Hello, Pinkípissa Una. I missed you so when I awoke and you were gone.” Turning in his arms, she looked deep into the whiskey-colored eyes of the hellhound who’d captured her heart. She loved that he spoke in the native tongue of the gods. Combined with his deep, rumbling baritone and sexy accent, it was irresistible. She couldn’t imagine a time when he wouldn’t take her breath away. Leaning into his embrace, Una sighed as his lips met hers. She opened completely, reveled in the arousal racing through her veins as their tongues danced a sexy tango of their own design. Desire filled her being, growing stronger, more profound with every second. Whimpering with need at the hellhound’s bold advances, their hearts beat as one as he stoked the flames of want and desire with his every touch. Spinning their bodies while maintaining their embrace, Una soon found her back against the cool of the stone behind her and her legs wrapped around he’s waist. Her panties were immediately soaked with her excitement as he rolled his hips between her thighs, teasing her throbbing clit feeding her overwhelming need to come. Raking her nails down his back, feeling the ripple of the tribal markings under her fingertips, Una held Brody close, digging her hands into the taunt muscles of his ass to keep him in place. Tearing his lips from hers, her hellhound nibbled along her jaw and down her neck as he slipped one hand under her bum and pressed his hips tighter to her center while his other hand traveled between her legs, ripping the silk of her panties and sliding two fingers into her already slick pussy. Una mewled as he fucked her with his fingers, turning her arousal into desperation. Shoving her hands into his long silken hair, the she-wolf pulled his mouth back to hers, and bit his bottom lip before sucking his tongue into her mouth. His resulting growl spurred her on as she rode his fingers with wild abandon, her orgasm careening towards her like an out of control wild fire. The pad of Brody’s thumb found her clit and with little more than a touch Una was screaming her release as untold pleasure spread throughout her body. Not giving her even a minute of respite, her mate pulled his fingers from her pussy, let her wobbly legs slide down his body and spun her around, caging her in with his own body and placing their combined hands on the boulder before her. Moving one hand from hers and sliding it between their bodies, Una heard the telltale whine of his zipper a second before his lips were once again at her ear whispering, “I must have you, i kardí mou. I must feel you wrapped around me, joined as one. You are mine, Una and I will have you, love you, mark you as my mate for all to see.” His words ended just as his calloused hand rubbed down the globe of her ass, slipped into her pussy and out again just before the head of his cock slid into her sleek channel. Her nails scratched at the rock as in one slow glide, her hellhound filled her so tightly she felt him in every fiber of her being. Their bodies fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. His chest was plastered to her back as he kissed her shoulder, whispering of his undying love and their eternity together. Pulling back, followed by a quick thrust that forced fire to rush through her veins and Una was lost to the pleasure. Over and over Brody thrust into her, forcing all thought from her mind, pushing her back to the edge of pleasure she had just fallen over mere minutes before. Needing to come more that she needed to breathe, Una begged, “Please… please, agapiméni Hellhound mou…” “Yes, agápi mou. Yes. Orycheío gia pánta.” She couldn’t stop the smile that crossed her lips as he stated she would always belong to him. Their love was so complete, so beautiful, at times not even she could believe how the gods, specifically her father, the mighty Poseidon, had blessed her. His hands closed even tighter over hers as he growled, “Say it! Say it, now!” Her body closed even tighter around his as he drove in and out of her with such force the words spilled from her lips, “Yes, yes, agápi mou…yours, always yours.” Her words pushed some button deep within the man she now had no doubts was her chosen mate. His strokes became frantic. His cock branded her as his for all eternity a mere second before she was flying high, the intensity of her orgasm stealing the breath from her lungs. Sure nothing could feel any better, Una suddenly felt his canines sink into the flesh of her shoulder. The mixture of pleasure and pain shattered whatever control she had been holding onto. Lights, like fireworks, burst behind her closed eyelids. She screamed and moaned and begged. Her nails extended into the claws of her water dragon, one of the many forms that were hers to call, as beautiful, shimmering blue-green scales appeared on the backs of her hands. One final thrust and Brody was roaring so loud the ground beneath her feet shook. “Mine! Dikos Mou!” Her pussy sucked him deep inside, her body reveled in the feel as he bathed her insides with his warm semen. Una never wanted to be anywhere but in Brody’s arms. The world be damned, she had found her forever Mini orgasms continued to rock her core as his cock slid from her pussy and he spun her around. Kissing her like she was the most precious thing in all the world, her hellhound lifted her into his arms and walked into the cave they would be calling home while n earth. “Oh, agápi mou, my Una…”

About the Author

Hey Y’all! I’m Julia Mills the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Dragon Guard Series. I without a doubt admit to being a sarcastic, southern woman who would rather spend all day laughing than a minute crying. Living with my two most amazing daughters and a menagerie of animals, keeps me busy but I love telling a good story. Now, that I’ve decided to write the stories running through my brain, life is just a blast! My beliefs are simple. A good book along with shoes, makeup, and purses will never let a girl down and no hero ever written will compare to my real-life hero, my dad! I’m a sucker for a happy ending and alpha men make me swoon. I’m still working on my story but I promise it will contain as much love and laughter as I can pack into it! Now, go out there and create your own story!!! Dare to Dream! Have the Strength to Try EVERYTHING! Never Look Back! I ABSOLUTELY adore stalkers so look me up on Facebook and sign up for my newsletter at JuliaMillsAuthor.com. Send me a message! Thank you for reading my stories!!! XOXO Julia

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