Hello everyone, so it's been a while hasn't it? Well, I just wanted to give you all an update on which Miraculous AUs and Stories I plan to keep and write. Even though I'm no longer a big fan of the show, I still love and appreciate those who still wanna give my stories a chance and I thank you all so much for it! <3
Anyways, here's what I do plan to keep and still write:
(Italic means already writing)
AUs:
The Queen Bee and the Vesperia
The Undercover Tales of Rena Furtive and Invisible Hornet
The Lost Miraculous
A Fox and Her Cub
Bug and Wasp Game
His (Un)Loyal Student
Stories:
The Secret Life of Sabrina Raincomprix
Understanding the One and Only Miss. Chloe Bourgeois
So excited to announce that my debut EP “Steady Now” is set to be released May 27th! This collection of songs, including “Into the Fire,” were written surrounding monumental experiences and reflections of the last few years in my life. These songs consider growth, failure, and love. I can’t wait to share this part of me with you.
i originally wanted to cast Ma Dong-seok as a Trojan OC therapist that would connect with Jean in TTC/Steady Now, but the more i work with him in mind, plus the aftg x tlou wip, he is just so Wymack coded...
so this is embarrassing. i thought the last thing i wrote about was the Renison wip Baby Girl, Good Luck, but it's actually a random jerejean scene for Steady Now? and by random i mean... hot steamed buns. i didn't actually get to that part, but i feel like oversharing, so have the whole dry thing:
Jeremy doesn’t touch Jean anymore. To wake him up. From the nightmares.
He waits it out, makes sure to be ready for when Jean comes out of it, be whatever he needs, steady presence or safe absence. Jeremy keeps his back to Jean and lets him decide the course of action. If he calls out to Jeremy or simply watches him until the claws of the Nest recede. He’s not actually sure if Jean knows he’s awake the whole time, if he knows just how attuned Jeremy is to his sleep cycle and everything that unfortunately comes with it. He’ll let Jean decide for this too, if he prefers the semblance of secrecy or if he’d rather know for sure. Jeremy does kind of feel bad for having learned to be aware of everything it entails to be Jean, because he doesn’t want to seem like he’s repeating abuse of the past, but it’s also not like he has any ill intention whatsoever. Jean needs this. He can’t ask for it, so Jeremy will give it to him without a word, until he tells him to stop.
When there’s a louder, longer rustle of sheets followed by complete silence, Jeremy knows Jean managed to get himself out of the nightmare. Then the deep, shaky breaths begin, in and out, in and out, like Jean’s been taught. Jeremy lies still, patiently awaiting Jean’s choice for tonight. But he already suspects it’s a ‘fighting alone’ kind of night.
The following half-hour is passed in silence, and Jeremy knows Jean is watching him from his bed on the opposite side of the bedroom. He can picture him so clearly despite the darkness, his closed eyes and his turned back. Because Jean had chosen to sleep on the bottom bunk, and Jeremy had a single bed, he knows Jean couldn’t see him properly if he stayed lying down on the mattress. No, he’s sitting cross-legged, facing Jeremy’s bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped, and eyes like magnets on Jeremy. It doesn’t feel like being a target though. It feels like… a weight full of meaning and responsibility. It’s his back, with Jean’s eyes on it. The heaviness is scary. But not unwelcome. Never.
It somehow lulls Jeremy to sleep, every time. It feels steady. And steadying. Like ocean waves. It frees his mind from stray thoughts, their unkindness, and leaves only the calming warmth of roaming sand.
But tonight, Jean surprises him. Watching is not enough, and despite being on the brink of sleep, nothing could keep Jeremy from lighting up at Jean’s voice, calm and clear, calling to him, “Jérémy.”
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I’m gonna be honest, babes, it seems she has been living inside my head for years but never on paper? I haven’t got any written notes?? Wild. Absolutely sick behaviour. Got playlists tho! I should search my mess of a desk among the dunes and dunes of paper, maybe she’s in there. I gave birth to her while working at a donut shop during covid, so I was using receipt paper to write down when I was bored playing security guard at the door for insane customers… Dark ages… She was my light. Take care of her, ‘kay?
*Because she dates back to 2021, this has nothing to do with TSC – refer to this oc masterpost for context OR ask meeeee*
Excerpt from Wade Vesper's (OC) file:
While Wade's personal case remains unsolved, he's 27 when he falls head first into the case of his life: tasked with protecting Adèle Moreau, surviving daughter of the Moreau crime family that had fallen to ruin in France years ago, Wade cannot let go of her once it is time to hand her over to Witness Protection.
Adoption it is. Never in a million years would Wade have imagined being the legal guardian of a girl with ties to the mafia, one that could be killed any moment, one that chips at his fortress of a heart and ice-cold of an exterior. One that mends his heart in ways he never thought possible. One that takes only months to heal parts of him he never even considered were broken, when years of relentless work had done barely anything. Light of his life, and whatever.
But for years, she survives, and so does he, and they're even happy together. Until. It's always 'until'.
Neil Josten, aka Nathaniel Wesninski, opens his big fat mouth and reveals awful things, opens up gates that should have stayed locked. Adèle learns about Jean Moreau, learns about USC, hides the little she knows about her past and her file, and somehow lands both her and Wade in SoCal, under the pretense of joining the excellent gymnastics program at USC.
Jean is supposed to be in his early twenties in this and Adèle is his little sister of 4-5 years younger
Since TSC I have been thinking of incorporating Elodie into this fic’s lore, as the sibling between Jean and Adèle who still dies, but it’s just an entertaining thought to play with, nothing more
In this AU, the Moreau mother is better than what Jean got in canon; although she acts too little too late, she tries, like Mary, and her children survive, like Neil, but at what cost… at what cost
Maman Moreau is meeker than her Wesninski/Hatford counterpart, much less ingenious, not because she loves her husband or agrees with him, but because anything brighter has been beat out of her since girlhood
All she has left is the training ingrained into her body, burned into it, scarred into in
Jean has always been reserved for something else, away, something more, and she loves him, she does, but he is stronger than her, already, which leaves her nothing to give him
Adèle, however… Adèle is all hers
Maman Moreau tries to begin her training at the very most perfect second; not too young, not too old; not too grown, not too soft; not to aware, not too stupid
If she plays her cards right, if she plays her daughter just right, Adèle will climb up to the top of the world’s podium, like her older brother is supposed to, and maybe then, maybe then…
It’s gymnastics from 6 to 6, 6 days a week. Not on the Lord’s day. Then we must pray. Mother Mary knows we have too much to pray for.
In 2 years, Adèle quadruples her potential and skills, rivaling the Romanian girls
She’s on an unstoppable high, she’s doing it, exceeding expectations, sweetening the sense of victory Maman Moreau cannot help but float on
It is not enough
Or, well, too much
Adèle is perfect, this strong and agile little doll anyone would be lucky to get their hands on
Her price skyrockets and Moreau Senior collects
Her price pays for the errors of Moreau Senior and the Red Room is coming to collect
Maman Moreau falls catatonic at the news, because she knows, she knows, has heard the whispers like trails of blood, and she is locked in the confines of a room in the attic, because Adèle cannot know, Jean can’t know
It is not the first time, after all, that Maman Moreau is sick
The Moreau siblings suspect absolutely nothing as their family and servants gather to see Adèle off from the porch of the Villa Marseillaise
And none of the Moreaus expect a raid from an armed enemy squad, shooting all over, slicing throats left and right
Adèle Moreau dies that afternoon
She’s shot in the back twice and bleeds out in the sandy gravel, her Maman bowed over her little corpse, banshee wailing in the winds of the willows
The raiders set the land on fire and Lady Moreau stands guard over her daughter as it all goes ablaze
From the doorway where he is being carried to safety, Jean Moreau, little Jean, a knife still sticking out from his back, failed attempt at killing him, or was it, catches a glimpse of his burning mother, but never sees his baby sister again
Adèle wakes up in an unfamiliar car, an unfamiliar young man driving, speaking lowly into a cell phone in an unfamiliar language, unfamiliar accent
She is laid on her tummy in the backseat, an even younger man unwrapping mummy bandages, when a bump in the dirt road triggers a searing pain along her spine down to her toes
She almost has time to scream before a strongly scented cloth covers her mouth and she goes back into the dark wonderland
Adèle Moreau vanishes from Marseille and resurfaces as Astrid Müller in Geneva, under the guardianship of a very old couple, childless, both coincidentally retired gymnastics coaches of worldwide renown who teach her everything they know
As Astrid’s bullet wounds heal nicely, a goddamn miracle, the severe burns covering half of Maman Moreau’s body don’t, nor does her heart, or Jean’s
As Astrid trains harder than ever, works from sunrise to sundown on the Swiss farmland, her brother is shipped to America and her mother is interned somewhere in Finland
Astrid does not understand, and she almost forgets, if it weren’t for the twin circles marring her back, but not even ten years go by before someone finds her again
They kill the old couple without mercy but they don’t find her, and the news of the murdered Olympic coaches goes international but they don’t mention her
Adèle and Astrid collide, battle it out somewhere in the acres of blooming corn
It’s one of the American agents of INTERPOL that finds her, and doesn’t let her go
Wade Vesper holds her till Montpelier, Vermont, till the case is opened and closed, opened and closed again, opened and abandoned, till her papers show Marian Vesper, till she hides her accent completely under an American one, till she graduate high school at the top of her gymnastics team, till it’s time to fly away to college
Wade doesn’t teach her everything he knows; if he teaches her a hundredth of what he knows
As hard as some things are to forget, some other are even harder to ask, and answer
Until Nathaniel Wesninski opens his goddamn mouth and almost gets himself killed once or twice, like it’s fun
UCLA was the plan, UCLA was always the plan, fellow gymnasts already awaiting her arrival on the champion team, but Marian applies to USC, because they have a new athlete on their Exy lineup, and she could swear she knew him
What is Wade to do? Uncover the landmine he’s been hiding with his body since he met her? Let her go into the Californian minefield that could make her disappear for good? Fly them to the British countryside and leave a burning house behind?
He lets her go
For better or for worse
Marian fits seamlessly into the dorm life of the student-athlete building, fits in seamlessly with her roommates, two of whom are on the Exy team
The more she learns of this nightmare of a backliner they just welcomed, the more she finds them both beautiful, the more she avoids said backliner, Jean
He doesn’t have a sister; he doesn’t speak French anymore; he isn’t out of the woods yet
Wade Vesper, Neil Josten and Jean Moreau are helpless to what is about to come down; what is done, is done
A Trojan she is, at last
Adèle Moreau doesn’t know what box of horrors she opened
in an exercise for motivation, i’m making the decision to share my OC team of the USC Trojans! this started years ago, wayyyy pre-TSC announcement, as a background for a Jerejean fic called 'Steady Now' but well. as OCs are wont to do, it got out of hand realllll fast. now everyone's got a complex backstory AND storyline!
in bold are my OCs, ready for you to be introduced to ; in regular are Nora Sakavic's characters, but i painted them with my watercolors so you should absolutely ask me about them too!! if there is [redacted], that character's not ready to be born yet! or sometimes it's just an issue of final name... if the name is underlined or has numbers beside it, it means i've provided some lore already, but you should def ask more about them, always!!
i would like to thank @joanofexys with my whole heart for being an inspiration and the loveliest enabler <3 Jo (may i call you Jo?), you are a breath of fresh air to this fandom and a light to my dashboard, i love everything that you do and the passion with which you accomplish it all xx.
