AN: I liked 'Ten Inch Hero' and I'd been meaning to write a serious fic for it, but then I got all girly and watched 'The Devil Wears Prada' and since I'm so obsessed with TIH, the name 'Miranda Priestly' jumped out at me, and I wondered…what if Miranda was Priestly's aunt?! Because you know, "Priestly" is just his last name, right?

This is a half-crack!drabble and I know how bad it is but seriously, I had to write it.

Disclaimer: Not mine. None. Don't sue.

Fashion Faux Pas

Perfectly horrendous.

That's what Aunt Miranda would call today's outfit. Priestly sniggered. Hell, that's what she would call every day's outfit. Not that he cared.

He examined his reflection in the bathroom mirror and pursed his lips in a thoughtful pout.

"Terrible choice in hair color…although it does correspond to the shade of your shirt," he heard the cold detached voice of the Runway fashion magazine editor muse in his head. "Unfortunately."

"But that text screened on the front. Mmm…Dreadful taste." Then she'd probably go into the history of printing on fabric and how his little "rebellion" against fashion isn't really a rebellion at all.

"And those piercings will simply have to go. The tattoos too. Emily, give my nephew the number of that tattoo-removal place in the…you know where."

Priestly snickered to himself. Well, F-you, Aunt Miranda Priestly. He left the bathroom with a swagger and a rude hand gesture. Anti-establishment, baby.

AN: And yes, I will get to my WIP story. I will. Just, umm, wait a bit longer, please. Thanks people!