Hello, welcome to my tumblr page.Â
I write fanfiction and post on Ao3 and Wattpad, my stories contain a mix of fluff and angst at times, there are also smut stories on my page and will likely have more. You may call me Mio, Mi, Echo, Clover, Broken or however you wish as long as its a variant of those names; such as the clover emoji (đ) as an example.Â
I write for multiple fandoms however the most acknowledgeable ones I have written for are BSD, DCU, MLB X DCU, KNY and others which you can find on my ao3 dashboard as it will have a list of my posted fandoms there.Â
@tiredthing-idk, @awhiteroseinblood Look, I finally made a intro post!!
I do have a ramble account (@miorambles) which is likely going to be much more activce then this one as I will only be posting when I update a story, am sharing spoilers or annocining a fic related thing.
Some fun facts about me:
⧠I have been writing since I was about six
⧠I was born in June of 2006
⧠I write with oc's a lot
⧠I go by she/her pronouns
⧠I accidently deleted my whole tumblr account in the end of 2025 and this is the replacement for it
⧠I run a rp account for Melody-Rose Cortese; @melodyrosecortesegahs
Navigation of my page:
⧠Recovery in the robins nest au
⧠Mer/Sitron dcxmlb au
⧠Dc omegaverse au
⧠Virtual Urges au
⧠Gifted works list
Mutuals
You have to put up with this because I said so and because I need a list somewhere.
I will add more as time goes on...
Stream live now!: Kiss Proof? ~ a Wonderjournalist one shot
Diana Prince, otherwise known as Wonder Woman or Princess Diana of Themyscira in her streaming persona recently got the testers for the new launch in the shop, as did the rest of the group. However, instead of testing it alone on stream like normal her girlfriend is home so; Lois Lane, a reporter at the Daily Planet is going to help her test out some new products.
ââIs the lipstick kiss proof?â Let's find out⊠Lois, come here for a second darling!â
Up_up_and_away: Im gonna be a god father!
Echosofthe_dead21: I thought theyâd get married before they had kids with how WW was talking last stream
Wonderwoman4prez: @Echosofthe_dead21 same, like it sounded like theyâd have a wedding first
Lori_the_convicted: I think mods should shut off the stream, I can hear moaning
Ferris_Wheel: JIMMY
Up_up_and_away: OH GOD
Up_up_and_away: OH GOD
Up_up_and_away: OH GOD
Up_up_and_away: OH GOD
Up_up_and_away: OH Gâ
Stream Live Now: Wheel of Fortune ~ A Superbat SMUT one shot
Bruce's Pov!!!
Good morning/afternoon/evening/night everyone! Your favourite twitch streamer, Superman is live! Come join me and Batman while we play some games and get to know each other even better. Come catch us now or you'll be stuck watching clips :P
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Clark and Bruce are streaming together again, however this time a wheel was thrown in with question marks covering it. Whatever shows up on the wheel, they have to say a corresponding word that corresponds or starts with it.
Last time they did this, it got freaky, very quickly.
Written with @aurora2sunset!!
Go read everything she's written, its amazing.
Series and story links.
These are written by me and made to go together.
Live reactions ~ A superbat story
Clark is a facecam streamer, Bruce is a Vtuber, a likely friendship. A heartrate monitor is put on Bruce and suddenly Clark is reading a fanfiction to him. What could go wrong..?
Wheel of Fortune ~ A superbat smut story
Clark and Bruce are streaming together again, however this time a wheel was thrown in with question marks covering it. Whatever shows up on the wheel, they have to say a corresponding word that corresponds or starts with it.
Last time they did this, it got freaky, very quickly.
Co-writer: @aurora2sunset
Kiss Proof? ~ A Wonderjournalist story
Diana Prince, otherwise known as Wonder Woman or Princess Diana of Themyscira in her streaming persona recently got the testers for the new launch in the shop, as did the rest of the group. However, instead of testing it alone on stream like normal her girlfriend is home so; Lois Lane, a reporter at the Daily Planet is going to help her test out some new products.
ââIs the lipstick kiss proof?â Let's find out⊠Lois, come here for a second darling!â
Stream Live Now: Wheel of Fortune ~ A Superbat SMUT one shot
Good morning/afternoon/evening/night everyone!
Your favourite twitch streamer, Superman is live! Come join me and Batman while we play some games and get to know each other even better.
Come catch us now or you'll be stuck watching clips :P
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Clark and Bruce are streaming together again, however this time a wheel was thrown in with question marks covering it. Whatever shows up on the wheel, they have to say a corresponding word that corresponds or starts with it.
Last time they did this, it got freaky, very quickly.
âTrue or false; Iâm adopted.â
âTrue. Thatâs accurate for real life and your streaming persona.â That was one point for Buce, adding to his slowly growing collection of them.
âTrue or false; the first article I ever wrote was about lead in Metropolisâs water supply.â
âTrue. And you have that article framed up in your apartment.â Second point of this game given to Bruce, marked on the board in red unlike the first game which was marked in blue.
Written with @aurora2sunset!!
Go read everything she's written, its amazing.
What if Bruce had gone to Smallville for a night, hell even a week in his teens; maybe the break from the city would have been a good breather?
Maybe he would have had his first hookup with a farm boy whose future was to become superman?
âYou wonât do anything?â Bruce mumbled, nails digging into the farm boys shoulders as a light friction started, gently pressing their crotches together.Â
âNot anything you havenât asked of me.â Clark murmured into the boy's ear, keeping the slow rhythm gentle, he wanted to make sure the omega was comfortable with him and the motions before speeding up.Â
âSomething telling me I can trust youâŠâ Bruce shifted his own hips, moving in time with the other, the heat of their bodies mengled as two very hard cocked rubbed against each other through the fabric of jeans and dresspants.
Chapter 1:
Clark is a facecam streamer, Bruce is a Vtuber, a likely friendship. A heartrate monitor is put on Bruce and suddenly Clark is reading a fanfiction to him. What could go wrong..?
âThats okay, Iâm coming to see you this weekend.â The male with beautiful curls and blue eyes which looked like the sky cooed.
âWhat? That wasn't planned.â
âI decided today.â
âThats not how this works, Kal.â
Clark shrugged, âit will be when youâre begging me to fucââ
âKAL!â Bruceâs voice cracked as he left the call, abandoning Clark to deal with it alone; the can broke into laughter.
Thank you to @aurora2sunset for letting me have them react to her fic Hiding From The Light!
Bandaids don't fix bullet holes ~ A Daminette/MariDami story
Chapter 13: Orange and Red
First night in Melody-Roses apartment ends with a graphic nightmare no one wants to come true in any universe.
âMarinette⊠Do you like what I did for you?â
âTheyâre deadâŠ. Because of you.â
âMarinette, you should say thank youâŠâ
âMarinette.â
âMarinette!â
âAnswer me; Marinette.â
He needed a vacation, they said, it would be fun and relaxing they said, it would be at a beach in Fiji they said.
Well, his kids lied to him, now he's out in the middle of nowhere, during a snow storm with the clothes they packed him while Clark Kent is wrapped around him.
This is why Bruce doesn't do vacations.
Thank you @aurora2sunset for this wonderful prompt!
âClose the door.â Bruce grunted as he got out of his blanket burrito and grabbed the other pillowcase, using it to wipe the snow off Superman's shoulders and hair, trying to dry him off before he could get sickâ or worse, get hypothermia and die. âHow the hell did you getââ The man paused, then looked up at the Kryptonian who was only a head or two taller. âRight, I don't need to worry about you.â
âButâŠIâm coldâŠâ The man in blue sounded more pathetic then Jason when the boy was sick and over reacting.Â
âThen start a fire in the fireplace.â Bruce climbed back onto the bed and wrapped himself in the blankets again.
So I had the option to pick between Melre and Mari fluff stuff or nightmares for chapter 13. I chose nightmares.
Uh, I guess a warning for gore :D
Marinette couldn't breathe, couldnât even see properly, her eyes fuzzing over with tears as she made a strangled sound which echoed in her ears like she was under water. She turned her head away, the choked sound muffled as she tried to look anywhere but at Melody-Rose on the floor, bleeding out while repeating âIâm dead because of youâ over and over again.
The teen's eyes landed on a second person; one who shouldn't be in the bed with her, shouldn't be in the apartment with her. Damian Wayne, her roommate at the academy, the only person who had treated her like a person in years, the only person who spoke to her regularly enough in the past four-ish days that she could consider him a friend. He was in bed, beside her, choking on his own blood.
The blood was slipping out from around his wound, on his neck as it kept coming out and then going back in, hearing him choke again and again, gasping for air while struggling to remove whatever was attached to his neck. Marinette screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks as that voice sounded again.
Not Melodys, her voice had faded into the background when Marinette was trying to process Damian laying beside her. This voice, this horrific voice belonged to one person, the only person who could come up with a way to ruin her family and then force herself into it.
Fundraising for Gotham academy is normal-ish. Need new equipment for the school that you should go to Bruce Wayne for? It's fundraiser time.
One class is holding an in-school cafe; of course, to appeal to other students it's a maid/butler cafe. Who's the student theyâve all come to see? Damian Wayne, in a butler suit (he might have borrowed it from Alfred)
This side story is based on art made by @/mishka-the-cat
Chapter 1/2
Fundraising for Gotham academy is normal-ish.
Need new equipment for the school that you should go to Bruce Wayne for? It's fundraiser time.
One class is holding an in-school cafe; of course, to appeal to other students it's a maid/butler cafe. Who's the student theyâve all come to see? Damian Wayne, in a butler suit (he might have borrowed it from Alfred)
This side story is based on art made by @/mishka-the-cat
This chapter is a prologue to the next one, this is telling you WHY they're having the fundraiser the next chapter will be taken from the art like mentioned.
Random paragraphs from the side story I'm working on...
Damian grumbled something under his breath, getting an elbow from Marinette in response; though the elbow was gentle and wouldn't hurt anyone. âMiss Dupain-Cheng, we donât resort to violence on school grounds, if you wish to harm Mr Wayne you can once you leave the gates. Mr Wayne, please repeat what you said, I couldnât hear you.â
âIâm here, Rose.â Damian was currently distracted pushing a strand of Marinette's hair behind her ear.
writing school things is hard, especially because half the class are ocs I haven't even finished making...
Bandaids don't fix bullet holes ~ A Daminette/MariDami story
Chapter 12: Draft I ditched
(Melody-Roses Boyfriend-thing)
I thought this was moving it along too quickly and it felt stupid so I dumped it and rewrote it which is whats up on ao3 now.
The chapter is under the cut.
Melody-Rose sighed in relief as she finally got home, exhaustion taking over her bone. They had started talking about Marinette's classes, about her designing, about the baking. Apparently the sun decided to set while she had listened to the kid ramble. Now they were at the apartment, Melodyâs purse emptier than it had been at the start of the week and kfc in their hands. âBedroomâs to the left, go put your things down, Iâll set the food down.â She mumbled, walking towards the kitchen.
This rundown apartment block really needed to invest in an elevator, she was dying from the stairs. The adult set the two bags on the table and pulled out the boxes inside. Slowly, she lowered herself into a seat and closed her eyes. She should really ask for a raise. Marinette walked back into the main room, playing with her fingers. âIâm happy to sleep on the couch.â
âAnd Iâm happy to punt a man into the sun, have I done it? No. So you won't be sleeping on the couch until I punt someone into the sun.â She was tired, beyond so. If she hadnât had the kid then she would have likely passed out of the floor when she first walked in, however she had to set an example so eating and then passing out it was. âSit, eat.â
âAlright..â The teen sat down, looking around the apartment. There were children's drawings covering a wall, the rest were painted a soft purple-grey with a few family portraits. The couch, brown leather looked like hell to sleep on and the kitchen was a mess; dishes which hadn't been washed in a week stacked to the side of the sink, the fridge which was empty left hanging open. Marinette decided not to comment on that, instead, she took a bite of the chicken tender she had and pointed at the wall with the drawings. âCustody fight?â
Melody-Rose choked, tears in her eyes as she gagged repeatedly, struggling to breathe around the chunk of air logged in her throat. She started to hit her chest in the middle as she chugged a glass of water. âNo!â She choked out, voice croaky as she stared wide-eyed at the teen. âThose were drawn by my sister.â
âYouâve mentioned her beforeâŠâ Marinette thought back to the cafe, back to the look on her face. âDo youâŠwant to talk about it?â
âI am not doing therapy with someone eleven years younger than me.â The woman sighed, shaking her head. âI donât need to bother you with my issues when youâre already struggling with your own.â
âNoâ I meantâ talk about herâ not what happened!!â Marinette squeaked, dropping the half eaten tender back into the box and holding her hands up like someone was pointing a gun at her.
Melody held back a chuckle. âYou want to know about Lillian?â
Marinette nodded slowly, hesitant.
âShe was a little brat, a fucking stupid one.â The woman hummed, voice affectionate as she looked at the wall of art. âShe showed up on my fathers doorstep when I was fifteen. Her mother didnât want her anymore, my father took her in.â It was simple, soft. âShe became my world. When she started to walk I was the one she walked to. Honestly, at times the lines blurred between being a sister and a mother.â
âWas it hardâŠ?â
âNo. It was quite easy, mainly because my brother did the diaper changing and waking up through the night when Tato wasn't there.â Melody looked back at the teen before her. âYour smile is like hers.â That's where she was leaving it, if she spoke more the rage and pain would flood her veins again, that wasn't wanted. âFinish your food, shower then go to bed.â
âYes, mother.â Marinette rolled her eyes, voice sarcastic.Â
Melody paused as she went to grab her burger. âIf you start calling me that Iâll start acting like it.â
âArenât you already?â A male voice cooed from the window. Fuck. Red Hood.Â
Melody slowly stood, stepping in front of the child who was sitting in confused-stunned silence. âYou do know breaking and entering is a new low even for a crime lord?â Her stance was different then their last meeting, the aggression wasn't pointed at someone else this time. She might be exhausted but god does she want to beat someone up at the same time.
âNow, now, just dropping by to see when we can have a second date.â
Marinette choked. Second date?!
âI donât count that as a first date, now leave. I have a kid to look after.âÂ
âIâll be back.â He warned playfully, eyes glistening with some kind of evil plan which Melody-Rose didnât want to know about.Â
As Red Hood left the woman collapsed into her seat and held up a finger. âNot. a. word.â
Bandaids don't fix bullet holes ~ A Daminette/MariDami story
Chapter 12: Home sweet home.... maybe?
Getting home and moving Marinette in, the memories Melody-Rose cant escape shouldn't be coming back, not when this teen still needs time to adjust to life in Gotham let alone her one bedroom apartment.
Mari just wants to clean the kitchen.
Melody sighed. âDownstairs, the alley on the right of the building is where our bin is, make sure you knock first because Gary lives in it and he doesn't like things just being dropped into it. He organises it.â
âOhâŠâ
âJust leave the bags in the hall, Gary will come get them at midnight.â Melody said softly, walking into the apartment and setting the bags on the coffee table. âHome sweet home, you ready to eat, Fruitcake?â
Mentions of a deceased 12 year old. The child will appear in this chapter in photos around the apartment and in drawings either through the actual drawing or name of the artist. There might be flashes of how the child died in this chapter; as in flash backs to happy moments. The likely hood of them being graphic is close to zero but please keep in mind the chance they could be.
Marinette gulped. âAlright!â She walked towards the dresser, the empty one. It was pressed against the wall, closest to the bed, the other wall had two dressersâ likely Melody's considering this is her home. The teen had, at first thought Melody-rose would be an organised tidy type however from what she could see, on the surface of the two rooms sheâs been in; it's tidy, not organised aside for the photos hanging on the wall by the entrance door.
The dressers that Melody had filled had things on top, like a makeup bag, a bracelet stand which only had handmade bracelets that clearly a child had made on it, beside that was a jewellery box with some cheap, some high quality necklaces, rings and earrings. The wall behind the dressers had drawings on them, all kinds, some signed by people at the school, others by graduates, others by someone with the name âLillianâ. The drawings, paintings all were different, different styles, from people in different stages of development, some look like theyâre photos, some look like a three-year-old did their best on them.
They were so different from one another; however, each one was displayed proudly on the wall.
Series and story links.
These are written by me and made to go together.
Safety among predators 1/1
Trapped in a cave, surrounded by teeth and the scent of blood. Marinette was abandoned, forced to hide in a cave while a beast circled outside, waiting for her to come out so it could feed on her.
Apparently in the water, blood isnât thicker.
Or, due to a shark attack Marinette is separated from her pod, forced to hide in a cave as the shark waits for her to come out, sirtonâs come to the rescue. (And take her in)
Sanctuary of the Wraith 1/1
After being adopted by a passing pod of Sirtons, Marinette goes with them, moving with the waves without thinking of her old pod.
Does she forget them or are they on her mind as they swim towards the shores of Gotham to avoid the ships?
Or, being hunted down by humans leads them to meeting a family, human mixed with mer, will they be safer on land then in the sea?
Penning to Vacation 1/1
Penpals meet for the first time in person as theyâre both now in Gotham. She didnât expect him to be a man in his later years and he didnât expect her to be in her late twenties. However age isn't a requirement for what theyâre to talk about over tea.
Or, Melody-Rose and Alfred meet in person after being penpals for a few years and are surprised by each other's appearance⊠and the fact that one of them isn't human/seafolk.
