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Shadow Fox

"Good morning, Adrien," Lyon greeted, walking up to the model outside the school.

"Hello, Lyon," Adrien smiled at his Greek friend.

"You waiting for someone," Lyon asked him.

"Would I sound too much like Cat Noir if I said you," Adrien smirked.

"Cat Noir's got nothing on you, Sunshine Boy," Lyon snickered.

"Ironic," Adrien thought.

"Hello, boys," Vallia approached them. "You two flirting with each other again?"

"Maybe," Adrien smirked.

"It's so obvious as well," Lyon shook his head. "How is it that so many people in this school still think Adrien is straight?"

"You were the one that pointed out their lack of common sense when we first got here, brother of mine," Vallia says.

"Oh, right," Lyon accepted her logic.

"At least Marinette was already dating Luka when you two started flirting in public like this," Vallia said.

"I was so blind to her crush," Adrien sighed. "I must have looked so insensitive to her."

"Adrien, crushes are pretty much a blind spot to all guys," Lyon tells him. "I know some girls back home had crushes on me that Vallia had to point out for me."

"It's true," Vallia giggled. "You can't exactly be rich, good-looking, and not expect people to get a crush on you."

"Celebrity crushes are the worst," Lyon shook his head.

"Don't I know it," Adrien out his head in his hands.

"Awe, poor kitty," Lyon playfully patted his head.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, wolfie," Adrien slapped his hand away lightly.

"You are so lucky that I don't have archery practice today," Lyon playfully glared. "Otherwise, you'd know the exact consequences of calling me wolfie."

"Oh, I almost forgot," Vallia says. "Have you guys seen the latest post on the Ladyblog?"

"Vallia, you know I do not care for blogs," Lyon reminds her. "Most people with blogs like that believe that it gives them actual rights as 'real' reporters. Please, most blogs are basically just wannabe reporters throwing around their opinions."

"You never hold back when stating your own opinion, do you," Adrien asked.

"Why should I," Lyon raised an eyebrow. "Free speech exists for a reason."

"Point made," Adrien shrugged.

"Take a look," Vallia showed them her phone.

New Lead On the Identity Of Ladybug was plastered as the lead story on Alya's blog. Adrien and Lyon looked at each other before returning to the story. It was some theory story that seemed to be more like a conspiracy theory as she compared old photos of Hippolyta, Joan of Arch, and some statue that she seemed to us an app to add ladybug style armor to as a basis for her theory that the current Ladybug was also a heroic person under the mask. She was guessing volunteer workers, teaching assistants, and any other female teenager that liked to help people.

"I thought Ladybug told her months ago to stop trying to find her identity," Lyon did not like what he was seeing.

"Did being akumatized into Lady Wifi not teach her anything," Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose.

"From what you guys told us, that was more Chloe's fault," Vallia reminds. "Yet Chloe didn't even have a reason until Alya went a little too far when she thought that brat of all people was Ladybug."

"May the gods help that girl," Lyon shook his head. "I have never been so happy that there is no god or goddess of blogs."

"Hephaestus is the god of technology," Vallia reminded.

"But a blog on its own is not technology," Lyon countered. "It may be created with technology, but that is not part of his domain. The internet is a thing all on its own."

"Maybe Marinette can help Alya by being the voice of reason," Adrien suggested. "She usually is."

"She shouldn't have to be," Lyon says.

"Alya, Ladybug has repeatedly told you not to look for her identity," they heard their favorite bluenette's voice.

"Speak of the devil," Adrien said. "Or rather, speak of the angel in this case."

"Relax, Marinette," they hear Alya's voice. "It's not like I gave any specific people to look at."

"Alya, you are endangering her family and friends by trying to figure out her identity and putting your 'clues' on the Ladyblog," Marinette says.

"Hawkmoth won't attack her family or friends," Alya waved her off.

The two girls approached the school, consumed by their conversation. They hardly noticed the other three walking up to them.

"What even makes you think that Hawkmoth wouldn't attack her family," Lyon asked. "There doesn't seem to be anything he wouldn't do."

"Hawkmoth did akumatize a baby," Vallia pointed out. "Poor little August."

"Well, Hawkmoth didn't attack Lila," Alya reasoned. "And if he didn't attack Laydybug's best friend, he wouldn't attack the rest of her friends or family."

"Ever consider that Hawkmoth didn't go after her because he knew she was lying," Lyon asked, in his scary calm voice.

"What is your problem with her," Alya glared at him. "What do you have against Lila to accuse her of lying without proof!?!"

"My proof is that she was stupid enough to broadcast her 'friendship' all over Paris on your blog," Lyon crossed his arms. "Anyone that publically says that they are best friends with a superhero is like asking for villains to attack them. It's pretty obvious she is claiming so to get attention."

"How dare you accuse Lila of that," Alya yelled at the Greek, not that he seemed to care. "She would never lie."

"Except that she has," Vallia says. "Pretty much since the day that she got here and every day since then."

The Greek twins then walked away without another word. That was another thing that Adrien liked about them. They took no nonsense from anyone and would tell you if you were doing something, or were about to do something, stupid.

And they certainly took no nonsense from Lila. But they especially did not after she told a lie about Clara Nightingale stealing some of her dance moves from her. It was well known, since Clara's last visit to Paris, that the pop star was very good friends with the twins so they automatically knew that was a lie. And they made their anger very well known. They didn't care if it got them some glares in return, but they always made people know that they believed that Lila is a liar. Which was true, but not everyone knew that.

"You can't say that those two are not blunt," Adrien commented to Marinette.

Marinette giggled in agreement.

The two walked into the school before Alya could go on another of her "defending Lila' rants. They got old very quickly.

It had just been the end of the school day when the Akuma Alarms started to go off. Lyon and Valiia did a disappearing act while Adrien and Marinette both made bad excuses in order to get away from everyone to transform.

"Tikki, spots on."

"Plagg, claws out."

"Frostbite, freeze over."

"Flutter, wings up."

Ladybug, Cat Noir, White Wolf, and Beautifly were soon all heading toward the newest villain that Hawkmoth created.

"What in the name of Zeus," Beautifly swore.

In front of the four heroes was a psychedelic killer clown. With the poofy red and orange jumpsuit, giant black shoes, red and orange clown/Santa hat, and purple skin, he looked like the long lost twin to the Ghost Clown from Scooby Doo. And he was also very unnerving to look at. His weapon seemed to be a giant clown horn.

"I have never liked clowns before, and this is not helping," White Wolf stated.

"You're afraid of clowns," Cat Noir raised an eyebrow under his mask.

"Not afraid of them, I just don't like them," White Wolf corrected. "I find them to be creepy and weird-looking."

"Looking at this guy, I am actually on Wolf's side for this one," Ladybug says. "Not that I am surprised that Hawkmoth made a clown akuma, at all."

"One was bound to show up eventually," Beautifly crossed her arms.

"Lucky us," White Wolf complained.

"I'm guessing he is either a birthday clown who got upset, or maybe a class clown that got in trouble for his jokes, or someone pranked with no sense of humor," Cat Noir guessed.

"Those are actually some really good guesses," Beautifly says.

"Fight enough akumas, you get good at figuring out what type of person they were under the mask," Cat Noir said.

"Good thing they don't have attached glamours like we do with our miraculous," White Wolf says. "That would make things a lot more difficult."

"Chloe's first time as a villain was certainly easy to figure out," Cat Noir said. "All that changed about her was putting her in a Ladybug suit with reversed colors. He was a lot more creative with Stormy Weather and Evillustrator."

"What else can you say about those with purple skin," Ladybug giggled.

"I may like the color, but purple skin is not something I would ever like to have," Beautifly says. "I'd look like a human lavender flower."

"He looks ridiculous I'll give him that," White Wolf looked at the clown.

"I am Jokester," the clown yelled. "If others can't appreciate my sense of humor, I will make them laugh."

"I think Cat Noir may be right about the prankster getting into trouble theory," White Wolf said.

"Finally, someone sees my genius," Cat Noir laughed.

Jokester brought out a cliche clown horn. He aimed it at the heroes.

"Heads up, guys," Beautifly warned.

She used her wings to fly up and out of the way. The other three jump out of range as the clown blown the horn. Out came a sound blast of yellow sound waves. While it missed the heroes, the sound did wash over some civilians that were farther back on the street from them. They all started laughing immediately.

"I am suddenly reminded of the Joker," White Wolf commented.

"Even with all the crime, I still actually have always wanted to go to Gotham," Cat Noir said.

"Don't let him hit you with that sound wave," Ladybug called to them.

"Where's the songbird miraculous when we need it," Beautifly tried to joke.

"We'll see how this plays out, Fly," White Wolf tells her.

They all dodged another sound blast sent their way. White Wolf landed on the roof of a nearby building. He notched an arrow in his bow, letting it fly at the akuma. The clown dodged the arrow, letting it freeze the ground where it hit.

"Anyone want to take a bet on whether the akuma is in the horn or not," Cat Noir calls out, dodging a blast sent his way.

"At least it isn't hidden on a ship like Captain Hardrock's was," Beautifly says.

"Please don't mention her," White Wolf requested. "My ears still have a slight ring to them from her sound cannons."

"Not the quietest akuma we've ever faced," Cat Noir agreed.

"Try and surround him," Ladybug ordered. "He might get confused and not know where to aim the horn."

"Good idea," Cat Noir agreed.

The four separated, going in different directions. White Wolf kept the most distance so that he could properly aim his arrows at the clown. Beautifly stayed off the ground, her wings fluttering so that she could easily fly out of the way. Ladybug and Cat Noir were on opposite sides of the clown, both with their weapons out and ready to strike. Altogether, they formed an X around the akuma.

"You should surrender," Ladybug tried talking to Jokester. "Whatever Hawkmoth is telling you is a lie. He can't offer you anything real."

But the signature butterfly outline appeared over the clown's eyes.

"Do not listen to this teenage heroine," Hawmoths tells the villain in his head. "She only wants to take away your new powers and prevent you from spreading laughter and fun. I can help you spread real fun all throughout Paris while she can not."

"I could not agree more, Hawkmoth," Jokester replied.

He aimed his horn directly at the ground. Beautifly had seen this before when an enemy would aim their weapon right at the ground.

"Get out of the way," she yelled.

She immediately flew up, further off the ground. The three heroes on the ground followed suit by jumping or using their weapons to get onto rooftops. Jokester blew the horn right at the ground. The sound wave came out like a sonic boom as it boomed out in all directions on the ground. A few more dozen people all started to laugh uncontrollably. Jokester shot into the air and started flying just like when Rose was Princess Frangrance doing the same thing with her perfume gun.

"I hate it when we have to chase them," Cat Noir complained. "Can't they ever make it easy for us."

"Trust me, if I had it my way, Hawkmoth's lair would have a giant Las Vegas sign on it with 'come arrest me' spelled out in neon," White Wolf tells him.

"This is why I like having wings," Beautifly giggled.

She took off, flying after him. The rest followed after her. White Wolf aimed another arrow at the clown, firing when they jumped to another roof. But Jokester managed to dodge it and who knows where the arrow landed after that.

"I need to practice my aiming while I am running more often," Wolf said.

"What I would give to be a flying cat," Cat Noir says.

"I will have to look to see if there is a jaquin miraculous," Beautifly giggles.

"A what," Ladybug asked.

The butterfly hero flew faster, getting in front of the clown. She launched her razor flower at him. Jokester was forced to head back to the ground. He landed on a random street somewhere by Le Grand Paris.

"I will make you, heroes, see the joy of laughter," Jokester yells.

"Laughter is overrated," Wolf stated, firing another arrow.

He blew his horn at the arrow, blocking and destroying the arrow. They all then jumped out of the way as the sound blast almost got to them after destroying the arrow.

"Even with four of us, he has us on the ropes," Beautifly says.

"If we end up laughing non-stop, we won't be able to call upon our power or detransform because we wouldn't be able to form words properly," Ladybug said.

"Even separately, the sound wave is too big," Cat Noir noticed. "He needs to be distracted away from us so we can get the akumatized object."

"So we need an allie," Wolf said. "The stag or python miraculous might be able to help us. Or maybe even the songbird."

"Sonic scream, sound shriek, or paralyzing," Beautifly listed the powers of the three miraculous. "Any of those could help us."

Ladybug was about to respond when she saw Alya off to the side. She was on her phone, as usual, most likely filming the fight for the Ladyblog. Her blog had recently opened up to Lyon and Vallia's homeland of Greece because of White Wolf and Beautifly joining the battle against Hawkmoth. Google translate was probably very useful to them.

"I know what to do," Ladybug says. "I'll be right back."

With that, she left. Cat Noir was the first to get what she was doing when he saw that Alya was there as well.

"We better handle the clown gone wild until she gets back," Wolf says.

They separated again, dodging more sound blasts.

Ladybug destransformed into Marinette before she headed into Master Fu's building. She had a feeling that he was expecting her, like always. How he did that was a little creepy, but what did she know about Guardians of the Miraculous.

"Master Fu," she greeted when she came in.

"Come on in, Marinette," Fu says.

"I need the fox miraculous," Marinette tells him. "The illusions it can create will be the best distraction for this akuma."

"Of course," Fu said.

He went over to his phonograph and punched in his code. The miracle box soon rose out of it. He picked up the box and put it in front of her.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you on this mission. Choose wisely; such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over you will retrieve the Miraculous from them," he tells her.

Marinette immediately picked up the foxtail necklace. But then she hesitated when she looked at it.

"Marinette," Wayzz asked, concerned.

"What is it, dear child," Fu asked her.

"You know that I usually give this to Rena Rouge, right," Marinette started.

"Yes. And if I am correct, she is your best friend, Alya, correct," Fu guessed.

"Yes, she is," Marinette didn't even try to lie. "But... you know that Alya also is the creator of the Ladyblog."

"I mean no offense, but blogs are still quite foreign to me," Fu admitted. "But I do understand what you are talking about."

"Alya is a good reporter," Marinette started. "But she sometimes does not know when to let a story go or if a story will have unexpected consequences. Alya has been trying to figure out my identity. She's almost been obsessed with finding it pretty much since Ladybug's first appearance. The search was what started the events that caused her to be akumatized. I have told her to stop, but she hasn't."

"And you are worried that Alya will find your identity if you continue giving her the fox miraculous," Fu guessed.

"No, I'm worried that she will put us in danger when she figures it out," Marinette says. "She keeps saying that the people deserve to know who I am, who all us heroes are, even when that puts us all on Hawkmoth's radar. She's convinced that he won't attack us because a liar has been telling her that she is 'Ladybug's' best friend and she believes her. She thinks that since Hawkmoth had not attacked 'Ladybug's best friend' that he will not attack Ladybug."

"I see," Fu says.

"I have even told her, as Ladybug, to stop looking for my identity," Marinette continued. "Multiple times, I add. But she is still looking. Alya is a great friend, but she tends to listen only when it is something she wants to hear. I am not sure if I can trust her enough with the fox anymore."

"Heroes are not always set in stone, Marinette," Fu tells her. "Not even the ladybug and black cat are only compatible with one person. I trust that if you know when there is a good fit for a temporary hero, then that person will indeed be a good one."

Marinette seemed to calm down after that. But that also slightly made her curious about who else would be compatible with her miraculous. When they did that accidental miraculous swap and she became Lady Noir, she and Mister Bug actually did pretty well. Even if they did not have much practice with the powers that they literally had for less than fifteen minutes.

She quickly left and transformed, jumping over rooftops. She had to think of someone that could be a good match for the fox miraculous. She knew that Alya loved being Rena Rouge, but this was also a chance for her to see that her actions had consequences. To teach her that there are some things that are not worth a story. Also, do not believe everything you hear. That second one was more a jab at Lila than anything else.

The more Ladybug thought about it, the more she was thinking of a personality that would match the fox and its powers. Alya was hard-headed, stubborn, and liked to charge in. That was not the type of personality that would match with subtle illusions and an animal that is known for being sneaky and quiet. A fox should be sneaky, know when to observe before taking action, and should also know what will work best when in the shadows.

And now that she really thought about it, there was one person she knew that would be a far better fit for the fox.

Ladybug landed right near a very familiar boat on the Seine. Her Ladybug luck must have been working because the exact person she needed was right on deck.

"Juleka," Ladybug called, jumping onto the boat.

"L...Ladybug," Juleka stuttered, shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help," Ladybug stated.

"M...My help," Juleka looked even more shocked. "What can I do? I'm not cut out to be a hero."

"You are more capable than you think, Juleka," Ladybug pulled out the box. "Juleka Couffaine, this is the miraculous of the fox, which grants the power of illusion. You will use it for the greater good. After the battle is over you must return the miraculous to me. Can I trust you?"

Juleka was a lot of things. She was shy, sweet, kind, had a good head on her shoulders, and had a dream to become a model. She never would have imagined anything like this ever happening to her.

"M...Me," she was beyond shocked at this point. "I...I'm no hero, Ladybug. And... what about Rena Rouge?"

"Rena has... lost my trust," Ladybug admitted. "She has been permanently retired and won't be returning."

"Oh," was all Juleka could say.

"Juleka, there is no bravery without fear," Ladybug tells the shy girl. "Being a hero does not mean being fearless and always jumping into danger without a second thought. It also means being careful and going in with a strategy. You are naturally quiet and observant, a perfect match for the fox miraculous."

"I'm not a hero, Ladybug," Juleka was still reluctant.

"We all have a hero inside of us, Juleka," Ladybug gave her a reassuring smile. "You do not need to be fearless to be a hero."

Juleka looked at the box that Ladybug was offering her again. She wanted to be confident, to be able to stand up to people if she has to, to put herself out there more. Now, she was being given that chance.

"Okay, Ladybug," she took the box and opened the lid.

A ball of light came out, flying around the goth girl. To her credit, she did not stare at the ball of light and exclaim "what is that thing" like Alya did.

"Hello, there," Trixx greeted, not showing how surprised he was at not seeing Alya.

"Rad," Juleka gasped.

"Not easily shook, is she," Trixx asked Ladybug.

"Guess with magical superheroes around, these things are being seen as more normal," Ladybug shrugged.

"Alright, then," Trixx turned back to Juleka. "My name's Trixx, and I will be your kwami."

"Kwami," Juleka was not as informed as Alya had been.

"I'm what gives my holders their powers," Trixx answered. "I am the kwami of illusion. To transform, you say 'Trixx, let's pounce.' Detransform, it's 'let's rest.' To call my power, play your flute, think the illusion you want, and say 'mirage."

Juleka put the necklace on, but she still looked nervous about doing this.

"You'll do great, Juleka," Ladybug smiled at her. "I know you will."

Juleka nodded. "Trixx, let's pounce."

Trixx was pulled into the necklace and Juleka transformed. Ladybug immediately noticed that her hero outfit was a lot different from Alya's.

For starters, her colors are midnight black and dark purple. Her torso was similar to Rena's but was dark purple where it was normally white and black where it would have been orange. But that was where the similarities ended. Over her torso clothing was a black leather jacket with streaks of purple on it. She also wore knee-high black boots that had no heel and matched the dark purple gloves on her hands. Behind her was a real fox tail instead of Rena's fabric one. The same difference was the real fox ears coming out of the top of her head. Her hair remained mostly the same but grew to where the tail started to come out of her. Over her eyes was a dark purple mask. Her flute also changed to purple and black and was strapped to her back.

"Wow," Ladybug gasped. "This might actually come in handy if we ever have another akuma at night to deal with. There would be plenty of shadows that you could blend into."

"This feels so awesome," Juleka looked at her costume.

"So, what will I call you," Ladybug asked.

"My name can be... Shadow Fox," Juleka chooses a hero identity.

"Cool," Ladybug smiled at her.

*****

Meanwhile, back at the battle, the three other heroes were trying their best to keep other civilians from becoming laughing messes. They already had to save Alya three times because of her need to film the fight even when it was a risk to her safety.

"Alya," Beautifly yelled in warning.

Make that four times.

The butterfly hero dived down and picked up the blogger. She just managed to fly out of reach of another sound blast from Jokester. She set Alya down on the roof of a building further from the fight.

"Hey, I need to be closer to the fight," Alya protested where she was put down. "I would never be able to get a proper video from here."

"Your life is not worth a simple video," Beautifly scolded. "Either stay away from the fight or just learn to dodge on your own. We can not keep saving you. It distracts us from defeating the akuma."

"I need this for my blog," Alya continued to protest.

"A blog post is not worth your life," Beautifly snapped at her.

She flew away before Alya could attempt to argue more with her. She saw Cat Noir and White Wolf standing on opposite sides of Jokester, hoping for at least one of them to get a hit in.

"Take this, Mr.Big-Nose," Cat Noir yelled, jumping at him while spinning his staff.

Jokester focused his attention on Cat Noir, raising his horn to make him laugh as well as blast him away. White Wolf fired an arrow when he was distracted. And this one finally met its mark. The arrow hit the horn and ice erupted around it, encasing his hand and the horn at the same time. That lead to the akum only being able to jump out of the way of Cat Noir's strike.

"Finally," Wolf says. "There is no worse feeling to an archer than constantly missing their target."

Cat Noir had to laugh at that, making the wolf hero playfully pout.

"Aw," Cat Noir looked at him. "A pouting wolf. How adorable."

"Call me adorable one more time and I will shove an arrow so far up your..." Wolf started.

"Don't want to be called adorable, then don't pout like that," Beautifly smirked, interrupting him.

"My quiver literally never runs out of arrows, you really want to tempt me," Wolf shakes his bow at them in a threatening manner.

"You're still cute, Wolfie," Cat Noir winked at him.

"Do not make me shoot you, Kitty," Wolf playfully threatened.

"You two are made for each other," Beautifly giggled.

"Am not," the two heroes could not hide their blushes.

"Someone needs to tell that Ladyblogger to take down that LadyNoir ship name," Beautifly giggled again. "Because that is obviously not happening."

Both male heroes were really going red, but their fun moment was ruined by Jokester.

"I will make you laugh if it is the last thing I do," he yelled.

"You'd think a clown would appreciate our senses of humor," Cat Noir commented.

The ice around the horn began to crack.

"Oh for the love of Hades," Wolf swore.

They all shot in different directions when the ice exploded with a sound blast that would have directly hit them.

"Looks like I need to layer on the ice," Wolf notched another arrow.

"Someone call for back-up," Ladybug's voice called.

Not even a second later, a black figure shot at Jokester and hit him with... was that a flute? The clown was knocked right into a nearby wall.

"That was the akuma I just hit, right," the figure asked, her voice telling them that she was female.

The rest of the team got their first real look at Shadow Fox.

"That is most definitely not Rena Rouge," Cat Noir immediately said.

"You can call me Shadow Fox, kitten," Shadow responded.

"This is an interesting development," Wolf commented.

"Indeed, it is," Beautifly agreed.

Alya, who had finally managed to get close to the fight again, was unbelievably shocked, not to mention angry.

"I'm Rena Rouge," she thought, angrily. "I was right here, why would Ladybug give someone else the fox miraculous. She doesn't even look like a fox."

The three did a quick look, up and down, of Shadow Fox. She was certainly a lot more different than Rena Rouge in terms of looks. And the way that she was able to just shoot at Jokester and nail like that meant that she was comfortable with being quiet even when attacking.

"That was a good hit," Wolf complimented. "Probably one of the few that have happened in this fight."

"Uh... thanks," Shadow said.

"I'm more happy about there now being three heroes with dark-colored outfits compared to the two with bright colors," Beautifly remarked. "We outnumber them, now."

"Finally," Cat Noir cheered in agreement.

"I resent both of you," Ladybug pointed at them, playfully glaring as well.

"At least the two of us stand out more," Wolf smirked.

Jokester than started to get up. He noticed that there were now five heroes against him instead of just the three he had been fighting.

"Oh, look," he gave them a creepy smile. "More people to join in my plan of spreading laughter. Goodie."

"This guy is really creepy," Shadow stated.

"See, she agrees with me," Wolf said.

They all dodged another sound blast.

"Okay, time to end this," Ladybug says. "Lucky Charm."

She threw her yo-yo into the air, calling whatever object that was going to appear. It came in a flash of light as usual and then fell into her hands.

"You have got to be kidding me," Beautifly said, looking at the object.

It was one of those ridiculous fake clown flowers. The ones with a small pump at the end of a tube to squirt water out of the flower.

"What in the world am I supposed to do this," Ladybug looked at it.

"You better figure it out quickly," Wolf called out to her.

He was running across rooftops along the street, continuously firing arrows at the demented clown. But none of the arrows met their mark because they were all destroyed by Jokester's sound blast.

"I'll try and give us some more help," Beautifly says. "Nature's Heart."

Her razor flower spun around her, landing on her hand in front of her. Out of the center of the flower appeared a blossom. This one was oddly known my Shadow Fox.

"That's a water lily," she said, making Beautifly look at her. "I grew up near the water, so I have a lot of aqua facts up my sleeves."

"Okay," Beautifly says. "Then I know exactly what this does. And it does make sense. Sound can not move through the water. Everyone out of the way!"

The butterfly hero took the flower and raised it in front of her. Jokester barely had time to look at her when a powerful torrent of water came shooting out of the flower. She loved her ability to call enchanted flowers, even if she never knew what she was going to get.

Jokester shot another sound blast, but the water was too powerful for it. The sound blast was now acting more like a shield as it tried to keep the water at bay. The heroes all stood on different roofs to avoid the torrent.

"I have never loved flowers more than right now," Cat Noir said.

"That's my partner for you," Wolf grinned.

Ladybug looked around, using her Ladybug vision to work out how to use what she had. Shadow Fox was the first to flash in her sight, then the water gun flower, then White Wolf's bow and arrows, and finally Cat Noir. She now had a plan.

"I can't hold this for much longer," Beautifly shouted.

Ladybug quickly made her way over to Shadow Fox.

"When Beautifly stops her attack, that is when you need to call your illusion," she tells her.

"But... what do I even create," Shadow asked, holding her flute tightly.

"Trust in yourself," Ladybug says. "You'll know what to do."

Shadow Fox nodded, holding her flute. Ladybug then went over to White Wolf and Cat Noir to explain their parts of the plan.

It was not long before the water stopped coming out of the lily that Beautifly was holding. She looked at it, frustrated for a second, before having to take off again as a sound blast nearly hit her. When Jokester went to fire his horn again, Shadow Fox put her flute to her lips and played the tune that activated her power.

"Mirage," she whispered, throwing the ball of light.

In a flash, there were many copies of the heroes along the rooftops. And no two groups were in the same positions, so Jokester could not work out which was which based on how they looked.

"NO," Jokester yelled, confused on where to fire.

Having been looking up, at all the copies, Jokester did not notice the flower that Ladybug had managed to sneak in front of him. When he stepped onto the pump, the flower squirted water right into his face, further distracting and confusing him.

Hidden in two different alleyways were Cat Noir and White Wolf as they waited to do their parts. When Jokester had his back to White Wolf as he was trying to blast all the copies while still trying to wipe the water off of his face and out of his eyes. The icy hero came out as quietly as he could, raising his notched arrow. Aiming as carefully as he could, he fired. The arrow sailed through the air, making contact close to the bottom of the horn, freezing it and knocking it out of Jokester's hand.

"My horn," he cried. "I need that to spread laughter."

Ladybug was quick to jump out of her hiding place and use her yo-yo to wrap around his legs and trip the villain.

"Cat Noir, now," Ladybug yelled.

"Cataclysm," the black cat called, his hand bubbling with black energy.

He jumped up, touching the frozen horn with his hand. The horn instantly turned to dust, falling into icy pieces. A black butterfly flew out of the remains.

"No more evil-doing for you, little akuma," Ladybug opened her yo-yo and threw it at the insect. "Time to de-evilize."

Ladybug released the butterfly, the creature now being white. She then threw the fake flower into the air, letting her Miraculous Cure sweep over the city. As the swarm of ladybugs vanished, three of the heroes started beeping because of the timers on their miraculous for using their powers. Ladybug and Shadow Fox were left with four minutes and Beautifly had three left. Cat Noir was probably close to having four minutes left but White Wolf did not use his power so he was not on a timer.

"LADYBUG," Alya shouted, running toward them.

"And... that is our cue to leave," Wolf stated. "I am not getting involved in this."

"Me neither," Beautifly agrees. "I'd rather fight the spirit of one of the furies."

The Greek heroes flew/ jumped away. Cat Noir then looked at Ladybug.

"I don't really know why she is angry, but I'm not getting involved in whatever happened that made her so mad," he tells her.

"Can I come with you," Shadow asked before he could leave. "I can hide and give you the miraculous so that you don't find out who I am."

"I'm cool with that," Cat Noir responded.

The two quickly left as well and Ladybug was left alone with the blogger.

"Yes, Alya," the hero knew that this conversation was going to happen.

"How... How... You replaced me," the Ladyblogger managed to get out. "I was right here, how could you replace me?!?"

"Because, Alya, you have lost my trust," Ladybug stated.

"Lost your trust? But I didn't do anything," Alya protested.

"Really? Because I recall telling you, multiple times, to stop trying to figure out my identity," Ladybug crossed her arms. "And yet you continue to try. I saw your latest blog post. That not only puts me in danger if your theory is even correct, but it also puts innocent girls in danger that anyone thinks could be me."

"The people deserve to know who is protecting them," Alya argued.

"And does that fact that my friends and family will be targeted by Hawkmoth mean nothing to you," Ladybug glared at her.

"Hawkmoth will not attack them," Alya tries to argue.

"And what reason do you have to think that," Ladybug was not going to back down. "Do you have him on speed-dial? Do you have a video of him saying that he would leave them alone? What proof do you have that he will not attack my family and friends?"

"Well, Lila is still..." Alya was interrupted.

"Her again," Ladybug shook her head. "I told that girl months ago to stop saying that she knew me and that we're friends. It was annoying then and it's annoying now."

Alya was undeniably shocked.

"But... she said..." Alya was interrupted again.

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear," Ladybug says. "The only way that me, Cat Noir, White Wolf, Beautifly, and any other hero in Paris knows Lila Rossi is when she has either been akumatized, been chased by an akuma, or has been the cause of one. Neither me, nor any other hero, is friends with her and she needs to stop lying by saying that she is."

"You're just saying that to protect her," Alya was in denial at this point.

"This is why you no longer will be given the fox miraculous," Ladybug remains glaring at her. "You are so in denial about the truth unless it suits you and what you believe. You go running head-first into danger, not caring about your safety or how it distracts me and the other heroes when we constantly need to save you. You also only ever publish what gets you more views on your blog. Lila Rossi's video, your theories about who I am, and I noticed that you still have not taken down that story you posted that accuses Cat Noir of stealing the Mona Lisa. That was a villain called Copycat, who was akumatized to look just like Cat Noir. We told everyone that, yet you still have not taken that article down or posted an apology to him."

"But... But... I..." Alya was speechless, for once.

"There is more to being a good journalist than clickbait articles," Ladybug got her yo-yo out again. "Looking for facts is also a big part of being a reporter. Maybe you need to think about that. Bug out."

Ladybug then swung away to retrieve the fox miraculous that Shadow Fox gave to Cat Noir.

#ml salt #alya salt #lila salt #original heroes #original akuma #original miraculous #original character #miraculous #miraculous ladybug

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LO characters sorted into Hogwarts houses Part 3

Part 3 is where all the gods who are related directly and or I had to find a place to put them for the sake of the blog. All these gods also live in Olympus thus here are with Part 3 of the characters of LO sorted in their respective houses. So without furthur a do, let's begin. Bewarned this blog was first posted on Amino. I just thought why not post it here.

🎓Athena🎓

All I have to say is that Athena is Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw energy. It does not need any explaination, its just makes sense.

Hestia: The Secrect Slytherin

Hestia maybe the most unproblematic god in the original greeks myths, but in Lore Olympus that could not be furthur from the truth. She may look like the LO version of Helga Hufflepuff, but that could not be furthur from the truth. She is controling towards the membetrs of TGOEM, for example getting mad at Persephone for interacting with Hades without when he is literally her boss and she is an adult. Blaming Persephone for the tabliod once again Persephone was literally druged and woke up there. Also wasn't Artemis supposed to be watching her so where was she. Hestia is obcessed with appearences of her organization. She will also do anything to get funding for it, welcoming Hades in when there was a chance at his bank account after lecturing Kore against him. In truth Hestia feels like a woman set in the old ways of propriety believing women should remain pure. Frankly TGOEM seems like her way to push her own outdated agenda under the facade of being a progressive femnist group. Her narcissm made her okay with Demeter forcing Kore into TGOEM even though it was the girls only option to escape her controling mother. Instead of being a supportive mother figure Hestia used Kore's situation for her own gain and to get control over the young goddess. Hestia's gentle appearance hides a narcistic controling manipulative hag. Her actions and personality fit perfectly with Slytherin. As she does whatever to get what she wants, is stuck in the oldways. Hestia is LO's version Dolores Umbridge, they appear to be sweet , but inside they are cruel and selfish. For these reasons Hestia would shock everyone when the Sorting Hat, shouted Slytherin the moment it landed on her head.

🏹Artemis: The Broken Gryffindor

Artemis was a easy choice, she is a Gryffindor. She is rash to act even if she does not know all the facts. Artemis also is blind to those closest to her who mean harm. Cough Asspollo. Cough Peter Petigrew. She tries her best and has chilvarious nature. The only Gryffindor trait she lacks is the ability to break the rules. Although that may have to do with her childhood. Even without being Zeus's daughter it seems that sibling dynamic from the myths is still in play. That could mean she had the same early life where right after her birth she had to help her mom get through the birth of Asspollo. In order to make things easier on everybody she tries to be perfect. She has tried so hard to be perfect that she neglects the world around her. Something many a Gryffindor have had to also faced. In the end of the day Artemis is person who is trying to be a good person, but is crippled due to wanting fullfill others expectation. TGOEM in many ways has broken Artemis making her a shell of the godess she should. Hopefully at the end of the story Artemis will start an organization with Persephone to help other girls achieve their dreams.

Hermes: The Prankster Gryffindor

Hermes was the easiest decision ever as he is what would happen if either Fred or George Weasely became a god. Full of energy, the life of the party, while also being a bit reckless. Hermes is a Gryffindor through and through. He looks nice, but hurt his friends and he will make you pay. Some people may think he only wants to keep Persephone's secrect due to fearing Demeter's wrath or being punished by Hades for fuding the record. The fact is Hermes has put himself in danger in order to hang out with her. Case in point nearly drowned while hiding in lake from Demeter while hanging out with Kore. He only took the money as you don't refuse Demeter. Overall Hermes is an example of a natural Gryffindor. Also for those who thought he was a Hufflepuff he is way to lazy. He might me the messenger of the gods, but he avoids work as much as Neville avoided Snape. Hermes is also a rule breaker a common trait among Gryffindor as he is the god of Theives. He also seems to manage to get lucky whenever trouble comes. No different from his house manages to win the House Cup despite all points taken away due to rule breaking.

Hephaestus The Innovator

Hephaestus would be a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. As Hufflepuff excepts all, which would give him the needed support. Still its Ravenclaw that the Sorting Hat would eventually choose for him. Frankly Hephaestus would doubt his placement in Ravenclaw, but based on his love for his craft it would be the place where he could truely succeed. He is inventor, literally building mutiple robots in the original mythology. They may not be called robots, but they were robots. Beings made of metal that could work on their own, thus robots. Magical robots, but still robots. His professors may not understand his craft at first, but after seeing his results he would be praised by all. Although only after making sure it was not a new form of Dark Magic. Hephaestus would be viewed a vissionary and would make Head boy upon his secound year. Becoming the youngest person to get the title, yet all of his housemates would think it well deserved. Maybe starting his own area of magic study. As his form would mix magic with smithery and technology. Bringing the Magical World into a modern age. Overall Hephaetus is a Ravenclaw with some Hufflepuff.

Asspollo: Expelled and sent to Azkaban

He would be expelled for misuse of magic and will likely end up in Azkaban for evil acts. All of it done the moment he got his wand. Asspollo did not even make through the doors of Hogwarts thus was never sorted into a house. He spends the rest of his days trying to avoid the Dementor's kiss and the rest of the world moves on.

Conclusion

Sorry about the Hestia rant, but it only jusy hit me how evil she really is. Kore left one controling figure for another. Despite the results of living with Artemis, things would have been way worse if she had been living with Hestia. One she would have never met hades. Two Hestia would have prevented her from any friendships outside of TGOEM, thus no Hermes or Eros. Frankly Hestia would have led to Kore having an even bigger break down then what happened with Earth. An event I don't think Kore would ever come out of. Thank you so much for your time and I hope you agreed with my choices. Next up is the shortest section as it focuses on the Nymphs along with two notable side characters who are not nymphs. Lastly no Echo as she has not done anything yet. Oh and I decieded to add one more part to this series, the pets of Olympus and their Dogwarts houses. Sorry I had to make the pun. As always I hope you enjoyed part 3 of this blog series.

#lore olympus #hogwarts houses #hogwarts #lore olympus hermes #lore olympus athena #lore olympus apollo #lore olympus hestia #lore olympus hephaestus #lore olympus artemis

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Mara Goes on a Late Night Rant

Started this last night. Finished it tonight.

Let me preface this by saying that I have been sick as all get out for the last week, I haven't been getting as much sleep as I should, and since the only other reliable employee is sicker than I am I have had to work. So, there will be some over the top ranting, more anger than is reasonable, and tangents that go nowhere. That said, strap in people, because I am pissed and I have a blog, so everyone is gonna hear about it. Okay. The five people that actually read what I have to say are gonna hear about it. So last week I stumbled across a cute little podcast about Greek Mythology that was absolutely lovely. But it was mythology, not religion. So that got me wanting. I want podcasts about religion. Specifically Greek and Norse. I found a wonderful YouTube channel that had some Norse myths and stories, but I wanted more. Besides, I didn't like the stories about Loki. This is where I get angry. Not because I can't find any, but because of what I found. Hate. Hate is what I found. I have become used to the hate and disrespect that Loki gets. I don't like it. I get frustrated. But the blinding anger has dissipated. When even fellow Lokeans show disrespect to their own God, who they are supposed to love and respect above all others, you finally lose your voice and sit in misery. I have begun to avoid most work that talks about Loki because I just don't want to see the hate and blatant disrespect anymore. So, I thought, let's check out the Greek podcasts. I need some love tonight. I did not find it. Let's start with Hades I found quite a few that told the story of how He gained His beloved Persephone. So. Many. Hateful. Words! Basically, what every single cast I found boiled down to was this: Hades was a poor, pitiful, lonely man who hated his position in the Underworld and wanted to drag someone down with him to keep as a possession. He saw poor, clueless Persephone and thought ''oh she is hot I want her." He went to Zeus who said sure you can take her but don't let anyone know, especially Demeter. So he pops out of the ground and scares away her guards and drags her away. Once he finds out that Demeter has found a way to save her daughter, he tricks said daughter into eating something so she has to stay. He is outsmarted because Persephone only ate 3 (or 4, or 6 depending on the translation) pomegranate seed, and so he has to let her go home for 1/3 (or 1/2) of the year. All is right with the world because evil Hades has been outsmarted and the defenseless flower child is free for part of the year. How fucked is that?! Hades isn't evil! Most of them justified this assumption by comparing him to Voldemort, saying no one would say His name even when giving Him offering. No. Just no. There were REASONS for not stating His name. And He has many names that He is called by. Just like everyone's favorite shiny God, Apollo. He has many different names, depending on His role at the time, and even depending on who is worshiping Him. So, that argument is invalid. Next. Another justification was (I quote here) "even when they gave Hades offerings, he was always given offering last, after all the other Gods". Um DUH. Idiots. He rules the realm of the DEAD! When you have nice fresh meat and veggies to give as offering, you give it to the Gods that want that! Do you give lemon to a God that wants sugar? No! Certain Gods want a freshly killed deer as sacrifice. Others want desiccated meat. You give the God what He wants or the offering is pointless. So, you wait. Hades wants super dead stuff because, you know, that's HIS DOMAIN! Morons! Utter morons!! (I quote again) "and when they would give him offerings, they would bury it in the ground and look to the ground and away. They couldn't even bring themselves to look at him for fear" Nooooooo...... out of RESPECT! UNDERworld, people! UNDER. THE. GROUND! Of course they buried offerings! You gonna look to the sky if you believe your God is under your feet?! Of course they looked down. And averting your eyes is common sense. *growls in frustration* Hades is the God of the realm of the dead (don't even get me started on the idiots that were calling Him the God of Death. Do your basic research, dumbasses. He rules the realm of the dead. Thanatos is the God of Death. *sigh*). There are basic rules when one honors Him. Death is the one constant. It is the END OF THINGS. So, He would get offering last. Not in disrespect. In acknowledgement that He is the one we all go to at the end of our lives. He is cold and distant to us, yes. Because He truly has no reason to interact with us while we live. "I will see you at the end of your days. Live your life, we have eternity later." He is cold because death is cold. Emotionally speaking. Cold is not evil. Respect is not fear. Now. My Lady Persephone. Someone please please PLEASE for the love of Olympus and Valhalla, tell me how the FUCK someone can call a GODDESS weak and clueless and easily tricked. HOW?! Persephone is a dual Goddess. She is the wildflowers in the fields. She is the death of winter. She is a Goddess in Her own right and a motherfucking QUEEN of the Underworld. If Hades had kidnapped and raped Her, if He was keeping Her there against Her will, do you honestly think She would be RULING by His side? Do some minimal research and you will find that SHE had more say, more rule, more POWER than Her husband when in the Underworld. How is this possible if She is a defenseless little meek thing like they were insinuating? In all honesty, I would rather face down Hades, Cerberus, and Thanatos before facing The Queen. (please don't make me! I beg you. I was only saying it to make a point, not to invite trouble. I would rather not face any of them tyvm.) She is scary when angered. She is in no way meek. She knew what She was doing when She ate those pomegranate seeds. She WANTED to be there. He didn't kidnap Her and hold Her against Her will. She got on that chariot because she WANTED to. And don't even think you can say, "but He raped Her!" No. No He did not. Rape did not mean the same thing then as it does now. These words are translated from ANCIENT GREEK into Latin and from Latin into English (and possibly a few other languages between them). Languages evolve. They change. Words are updated. Definitions are altered. Look up the history of awesome. Or terrible. Or any other number of words. The word rape, even now, does not mean "to force sexual acts on an unwilling person", or at least that isn't all that it means. Now, it also stands for many forms of violation. But "the rape of Persephone" didn't mean what people today think it means. The title of the story is literally "The Rape of Persephone" but does the content of the story have sex ANYWHERE? Not anywhere I have found. Please, if someone finds a version, a HISTORICALLY ACCURATE VERSION, that tells of Hades forcing Himself on Persephone, show me. On the topic of rape, let's go to Zeus now. If I hear one more podcast that calls Zeus ''rapey Zeus" I am going to scream and throw my phone! Again, I say, RAPE DID NOT MEAN WHAT IT DOES NOW!!! Yes, He was what many people today would call a horndog. But please, stop placing your mortal and societal views onto the Gods. And why place all that judgement on Zeus? The other Gods and Goddesses got around as well. Admittedly, not as much as Zeus, but please. Would you rather tell everyone that you got it on with the King of the Gods, or... I dunno, Hermes? And it doesn't really matter how many Gods, Goddesses, or mortals he slept with. Our morals are a social construct. They are mortal views. Not the morals of our Gods. Beyond that, they are GODS! Who are you to judge Them?! Who are you to scoff and shame a God for what He or She may or may not have done?! I may not be as close to Zeus as I am to Persephone and Loki, but it still pisses me off. And.... since I am here, and in a ranting mood. Can I just ask.... If you call yourself a Lokean. If you say you are devoted to Him. Why. Why do you disrespect Him so? You say you love Him and then in the same breath, call Him a "little bastard" and a "shit" or even a "fucker". Why? You flippantly post online how some people give great pomp and ceremony to one God while giving a grand offering that took hours to prepare and you just toss a donut on the altar and say "here you go I guess. whatever". No. No no no. How is this respect? How is this devotion? Yes, there are days where Loki wants a donut as offering. But shouldn't you give that as much ceremony as if you were pouring the finest wine? Beyond that, why announce your rudeness to the masses? Disrespect Him privately if you think that is the relationship you have. Fine. I am not one to judge your relationship with your Gods. But don't show people this! It isn't funny. It isn't bragging. I have had moments in my relationship with Him where I have said things that could be seen as disrespectful. But do I post them online? NO! The closest I have gotten was posting a glitter bomb situation when He was being especially playful. And I removed the one disrespectful comment I made in the screenshot of the text messages. It doesn't make me angry anymore. It makes me sad. We, as pagans, are faced with hate and disrespect from many outside our religion. We shouldn't encourage the same among our own. Our community, our religion, should spread love and respect, not hate.

#religion #pagan #greek #norse #rant #disrespect #hate

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Rachel's Very Hectic Stay In Paris

Miraculous Ladybug x Percy Jackson crossover one-shot

Posted as part of my Kota/Mayfly extras, but can stand alone

Rachel's Very Hectic Stay In Paris

When the first supervillain attack Paris, Rachel was very confused.

Most people were scared - even those who had previously known magic existed - and some were excited. But most didn't have a built-in future teller who usually warned them of important events.

And that was the weird thing. The oracle spirit had not warned Rachel at all.

So when a giant rock monster emerged, Rachel was very, very confused.

Of course, the first thing she did was call Chiron.

"Some magic is outside the oracle's power," he explained. "You'll have to be as careful as everyone else."

Rachel couldn't decide if that was a helpful answer or not.

"Do you know anything about these... miraculouses? Miraculi?" Rachel asked.

"I know a little," Chiron replied. "They've made their way into the hands of demigods before."

"But nothing helpful?"

"It is hard to say," Chiron said. "The situation is too new. Just be careful, and stay in contact."

Rachel debated trying to reach Apollo. It wasn't like she needed to know - but she was dying to - and it was probably better if she stayed out of it - but she didn't want to stay out of it.

Eventually, Apollo reached out to her. With a note on her bed.

"Don't get too involved

They might not know of Greek Stuff

Keep them in the dark"

Which was also good advice.

Rachel was tempted not to follow it.

But she did.

It wasn't as hard as she thought. It wasn't like the Greek monsters she saw growing up - everyone saw the giant stone monster. All of her roommates got put into the bubbles, not just her.

And, slowly, everyone in Paris was becoming a conspiracy theorist.

The first roommate that bent to the conspiracy side was Jay.

"You see," he said, gesturing to the stereotypical conspiracy theory cork board he had in his shared room. "All of the akumas have been spotted in this general area."

"So Hawkmoth lives near us?" Another roommate, Nova, asked. They were curled up on Jay's bed, watching with apt attention.

"No," Jay replied. "Well, maybe. But it means he's - they're? She's? - I don't know - but they're aiming for international attention. This is the most tourist-y area of Paris."

"But no one outside of Paris knows about Hawkmoth," Rachel pointed out. It sounded impossible - and it was possibly an effect of the mist - but it was true.

"How would you know that?" Jay asked.

"... I'm American?"

"Right," Jay replied.

"Perhaps it's an affect of the magic," Jay's actual-roommate roommate, Kal, suggested.

Jay pointed at Kal excitedly. "That's a good idea. That's - I'm writing that down."

Lyra was the next.

"What if Hawkmoth is immortal, and so are Ladybug and Chat Noir?" Lyra asked. "And we're just caught up in an ancient battle of good and evil?"

The six roommates were gathered around the small coffee table, drinking and playing card games. Rachel was slightly drunk, so she just blurted her response.

"Ancient battles are a lot more dramatic," she said.

"More dramatic? Did you miss the latest akuma?" Kal asked, picking up the next card. "Oh, come on, I do not need this card."

"Ooh, are you going to turn into a card akuma, Kal?" Ely teased, waving her drink at him.

"A Phase 10 akuma sounds terrifying," Nova said.

"Yes, please don't," Lyra agreed.

Kal grunted and discarded the card.

"Ooh, yes!" Ely said, picking it back up. "One run of four and one set of four!"

"Oh come on!" Jay said. "Stop it!"

"Stop beating you?" Ely asked. "Never."

Ely discarded her card, ending her turn. Rachel frowned at the discarded card, before pulling a card from the pile.

"Anyways," Lyra continued. "Have you seen the latest news from the Ladyblog?"

"Ha!" Rachel interrupted. "Two sets of three. Finally."

Rachel slapped her cards down with drunk enthusiasm, put a few cards down in other piles, and discarded, leaving her with one remaining card.

"No, but like," Lyra continued. "There's art of a ladybug hero in the Louvre, from, like, forever ago. Therefore, they also have to be from, like, forever ago."

"Are you going to play?" Kal asked.

"Hm?"

"It's your turn."

Rachel had been living with her roommates for three months when the idea of telling them first occurred to her.

It wasn't that the mist was gone, exactly. Rachel still caught glimpses of monsters no one else noticed - many she didn't recognize. But slowly, as akuma attacks got weirder and weirder, people started being more open to the idea of magic in general.

And eventually, Rachel told Ely.

The two were hanging out in their shared room that night, watching the unfolding akuma attack on Ely's laptop and sharing a bag of chips.

Rachel checked her phone for the thousandth time. "Still no word from Jay or Kal."

Ely cursed. "They've definitely been turned into - whatever. But they'll be fine, right?"

"Right," Rachel echoed.

"This is a weird akuma," Ely muttered. "Do you think he might actually be related to - oh, what was it? Hercules?"

"No," Rachel said. "He keeps getting the names and pronunciations and myths mixed up. Like, Hera threw Hephaestus off of Olympus, not Zeus."

"I thought there were versions of both?" Ely asked.

Rachel blinked, surprised that Ely knew that.

"What? I know things. Sometimes."

Rachel laughed, which made Ely laugh.

But Rachel found herself explaining that yeah, there was a version of the myth that was correct - and how Rachel knew, and Ely believed her and listened. Neither of them even noticed when the akuma was defeated, and when Jay finally returned their calls.

After telling Ely, telling the rest of her roommates was easy.

Rachel told Jay and Kal first, then Lyra and Nova. They all took the news well, in their own way. Jay was delighted to learn about more types of magic, and it wasn't long before more conspiracy theories sprung up on his wall. Kal listened, and then moved on. Lyra had the most art-related questions, asking how it impacted Rachel's painting, and Rachel had enjoyed going in depth with her. Nova had looked at her strangely, before asking questions that led Rachel to wondering if they also had experience in magic they hadn't told anyone.

But all her roommates were disappointed when Rachel told them that no, she couldn't predict akumas.

Rachel was really wishing she could've predicted this akuma.

She had been grocery shopping, as real adults do, when the fruit had spawned arms and legs. Rachel yelped, the couple shopping a few feet away screamed, and the whole store descended into chaos as all the fresh produce stood up and walked to the door.

The fruit joined together near the front door, growing and transforming into what looked like a warrior. The fruit warrior grabbed a baguette for a sword, and starting shouting orders at the costumers in the store.

It was only after all this happened that Rachel's phone buzzed with an akuma alert.

As she was forced to crouch down behind a table of oranges, Rachel felt a burst of grumpiness that the Oracle spirit hadn't warned her of this. Couldn't she have had a little warning to shop at a different time?

The akuma lasted about an hour. When it was over, the grocery store closed for the rest of the day and Rachel had to go home without her food. No one else in the apartment had gone shopping recently, so they ordered delivery for the night.

That wasn't the last akuma attack Rachel got caught in.

The worst had to be on Valentine's Day, when Nova and Lyra were hit with the akuma's arrow and their roommates had to keep them from killing each other. The akuma who flooded all of Paris was a close second. And then there was the akuma who had lost the election to be mayor - that had been an interesting experience.

Every new experience with akumas unsettled Rachel's roommates. Rachel wasn't much better. It was all so unexpected, so hard to predict, it felt like they were always waiting for the next attack.

It didn't help that their apartment and jobs were in the middle of all the chaos. Rachel had intentionally gotten an apartment close to the Louvre, even before she got her job nearby, and now she was starting to regret that.

Except no, she wasn't, because she liked her roommates. It was worth the chaos to get the chance to meet them.

Ely was amazing. Despite working two jobs - one in a bar and another in a clothing store - she always had extra energy. Even though she and Rachel each had a bed, the two of them often ended up in the middle of the room in a pile of blankets and pillows. Ely was a little bigger than Rachel, but they still managed to wear each other's clothes, and it wasn't long before it was hard to tell what clothes belonged to who.

Lyra quickly became Rachel's art friend. She used her job at the Louvre to get Rachel cheap tickets and insider knowledge. They went to art stores together, spent evenings sharing a table as they both worked on their art, and went to art events together.

Nova was quiet, spending most of their time curled up on their bed reading, but they had an endless supply of blankets and sweaters they were willing to lend out. Nova was the one to teach Rachel how to make tea, who showed her their favorite bakery, and who was always willing to listen to whatever rant their roommates had come up with.

Jay was generally the one ranting. He loved conspiracy theories, but he never took them too seriously. He was excitable, like a puppy, and always up for anything. Game nights and movie nights and two AM mini adventures were all his idea.

Kal was the opposite. He always looked cool and collected, even in the morning, and was the only one who actually ate healthily. He was the roommate the others turned to when they needed help adulting, or when they needed a bit of common sense.

And Rachel loved them all.

It helped that she could talk to them - really talk to them. Until she met Percy, Rachel hadn't had any friends she could discuss what she saw with. But when Rachel came home with stories of weird monsters, or ominous feelings, her roommates would - well, listen might be a strong word. Ely was usually having at least two conversations at any given time, either with her roommates or with someone on her phone, Lyra usually had headphones in, and Jay had a bad habit of interrupting. But they believed her, and that meant a lot.

It also meant a lot that when Rachel's work needed extra volunteers for an event, Ely, Nova, and Jay all signed up.

Rachel had gotten a job - well, a volunteer position - at a local charity that was dedicated to giving arts education to low-income families. It was a cause that meant a lot to her, was close to her apartment, and with the money her dad sent her Rachel didn't need to worry about money. While getting a "real job" to be more independent was appealing, it felt like a wasted opportunity when she could afford to spend most of her time volunteering.

The event that day was an art show with pieces from the children the charity helped. Rachel felt proud - she knew several of the kids, and the art they made was gorgeous. Most of the art, at least.

While Rachel mingled with the students and their proud parents, Ely and Jay worked the entrance table and Nova helped with concessions. Nova was their usual quiet self, but Ely and Jay acted professional around the guests. Rachel would have guessed they became completely different people if it wasn't for the weird faces Ely made whenever she caught Rachel looking at her.

About an hour into the event, someone got akumatized.

It felt very out of nowhere. Rachel hadn't noticed anyone acting off, or anything that would cause an akumatization, and, of course, the Oracle hadn't given her any warnings. It just happened.

Rachel reacted quickly, grabbing the nearest person by her and dragging them behind the nearest table.

The other person cursed under their breath. "One day without an akuma. That's all I want." Rachel ignored them.

Rachel peered over the table. She glanced at the akuma which, to no surprise, was art-themed, then at the concession stand where Nova was. She couldn't see them, but given the angle that likely meant Nova had ducked behind the stand. Rachel could make out Ely and Jay hiding behind the welcome table.

Rachel ducked behind the table again. Her friends were safe, for now.

The akuma started monologuing. Rachel felt her stomach dropped when she realized what the monologue was about - someone's parents not being proud of their artwork.

Finished with the monologue, the akuma - Masterpiece - raised his hands, and the paint from the artworks behind him floated off the canvas and surrounded him. He pointed his hand at the table Rachel was crouched behind.

Rachel pushed the other person out of the way as paint slammed into the table and splintered it into a million pieces. Mid-explosion, the table froze, like a statue.

Oh, that looks cool.

Masterpiece continued sending jets of paint at various guests and furniture. One guest got a chest full of paint, and ending up looking like a marble statue. Another dissipated into a chalk drawing on the floor.

Rachel was starting to wish she brought a hair brush.

Masterpiece changed a trash can into a abstract statue, and then pointed his hand at the welcoming table, where Jay and Ely were still crouched.

Rachel moved before thinking.

She jumped onto Masterpiece's back, and he missed his shot. He spun, knocking Rachel off. She hit the floor with a thud and a flare of pain in her arm.

Rachel yelled a curse in Greek that Annabeth had taught her, because ouch.

Masterpiece turned to Rachel as she pushed herself up to her feet, and raised his arm. Rachel prepared herself to dodge - surely she was faster than Masterpiece, akuma powers or not, she -

Someone whacked Masterpiece over the head with a bottle. He stumbled, and Rachel saw Nova behind him, broken bottle in their hand.

Nova appeared to have no idea what to do next. They glanced

Fortunately, that was when the heroes showed up.

When it was over, Ely enveloped Rachel in a hug.

"Thank you!" Ely said.

"That was super cool!" Jay added, walking up next to Ely. "Same for you, Nova."

Nova blushed.

"Just don't make me do that again," Rachel said.

"Yes, please don't," Nova agreed.

"I don't know, I'd like to see that again," Ely teased.

"I would not," Nova said. "So let's not."

After that, things were uneventful for a few weeks.

Rachel's work held a make-up event, which came and went with no akumas. Lyra got a promotion at her work, Nova found a new book series to be obsessed with, and Rachel got a call from Piper about one of her sisters moving to Paris - but as long as she didn't move to where Rachel was, she should be fine.

It was a pretty good few weeks, so of course it ended with an akuma.

Rachel had felt this one coming, not in the way she felt prophecies coming, or anything else magical.

No, it was the overturned trashcan that tipped her off.

"Lyra," Nova explained, from their spot on the couch. They were picking at a loose thread on their sweater. "She's kicked it over when she walked in."

"Is she okay?" Rachel asked.

Nova shook their head. "I don't know. I - she was muttering something, but it didn't sound like French, but - you don't think she's at a risk of being akumatized?"

"I don't know," Rachel said. "Is she in your room?"

Nova nodded, and Rachel walked to their room and knocked on the door.

Lyra moaned, and Rachel took it as an invitation. She creaked the door open and peaked her head in.

Lyra was curled up on her bed, still in her work clothes, arms over her head. Her shoes had ended up on the other side of the room.

"Lyra?" Rachel asked.

Lyra moaned.

"Are you okay?"

Lyra mumbled something that sounded like "do I look like I'm okay?"

Which, no, she did not.

"Can I grab you something?" Rachel asked.

"Pain meds," Lyra said. "And something to drink."

"Are you injured?" Rachel asked.

"I think I have an ear infection," Lyra said. "It hurts so bad, I had to leave work early."

"That sucks," Rachel said.

"No kidding. And I just got this promotion - what type of person leaves early two weeks after getting a job?"

"The type of person who is sick," Rachel replied. "I'll grab those meds."

Lyra muttered a thank you, and Rachel closed the door behind her.

"Ear infection," she told Nova. "She'll be fine."

Nova nodded.

Rachel grabbed pain meds and a bottle of Lyra's flavored water from the kitchen, and was on the way back to her room when the door exploded.

Nova yelped and scrambled to hide behind the couch.

The explosion was accompanied with a distinct, painful ringing noise.

Rachel grit her teeth against the noise, still holding onto the water and medicine. Lyra - now very clearly akumatized - sized her up, before shaking her head and crashing through the front door and out of the apartment.

A second layer, Jay and Kal appeared in the doorway.

"Was that Lyra?" Jay asked.

Rachel nodded.

"We need to stop her," Nova said, standing up. "What if she gets in trouble?"

"You legally cannot get in trouble for what you do when akumatized," Kal reminded.

"Still, she's our friend, we should try to do something," Nova stressed.

"Do we even know where she's heading?" Jay asked.

"Work," Rachel said. "She was upset she had to leave work early."

"She got akum - never mind," Jay said. "Maybe we should let her go. Showing up akumatized because she had to leave work early might get her bonus points with her boss."

"Legally-"

"Yes, we know," Nova cut him off. "But legally doesn't always mean in reality."

"At the very least, we can be there when she is deakumatized," Rachel said. "Unakumatized? You know what I mean. We shouldn't get in the way of the battle, but when this is over it will be disorienting for her, so that's when we can help. Oh, and someone needs to tell Ely what's going on. She won't be home for another couple of hours."

The akuma attack ended up lasting about half an hour.

None of them got to see much of the fight. Rachel, Jay, Kal, and Ely had taken refuge in a bakery to wait out the fight, though none were hungry enough to order anything.

Lyra had never made it to the Louvre. She wasn't too powerful - she could cause explosions, and freeze people in their tracks, but that was all. The fox hero had appeared, preventing Lyra from hitting the main heroes, and causing confusion for anyone trying to figure out what was going on.

Lyra - or whatever her akumatized name was, Rachel hadn't heard it - was a prettier akuma than most. She was dressed in all black, with a skirt that floated down to her ankles, black pumps, a black business blazer, and a black turtle neck shirt. Her hair was now black instead of dark brown, pulled up into a ballerina's bun, with two stands hanging down around her ears. The only splash of color was her red scarf, patterned similarly to her work lanyard.

"She'll be glad to learn she wasn't one of the brightly colored akumas she's always complaining about," Nova noted.

"Like the bubble one?" Rachel asked.

Nova nodded.

"No one liked his design," Kal agreed.

The battle was won with a polka-dot ribbon, somehow, and after the magic ladybug swarm magically repaired all the damage, Rachel and the rest of the roommates rushed out to meet Lyra.

Nova was the first by her side, skidding to a stop on her knees next to Lyra.

"What happened?" Lyra asked.

"You got akumatized," Nova said.

"What?" Lyra asked. "Oh pl-" Lyra winced. "Yep, there's the ear infection."

"I brought meds," Rachel said, passing the bottle to Lyra. "And water."

Lyra downed the meds immediately. "Oh, you are amazing. Thank you."

"Are you okay?" Kal asked, stopping behind Rachel.

"I - no, not really," Lyra said.

"Come on," Nova said, standing up and offering a hand to Lyra. "Let's go home."

Lyra nodded, taking the hand. "Home sounds good."

#Percy Jackson and the olympians fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #my writing #Rachel Elizabeth dare

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Alright, guys! So, I figure it’s about time I posted an update on what I’m working on. I feel odd for not posting a fan-fiction in so long, and for the lack of activity on this blog. So, please allow me to explain. 🙏🏻☺️ (this is going to be very long, and there are trigger warnings, so read at your own discretion)

I have a bolded headline for those of you that would like to skip my emotional and trigger sensitive spiel.

I don’t expect any of you to actually read what’s been going on in my life, but at least I had the opportunity to release everything I’ve been holding in.

Not only have I started another blog (my third active blog total), but I’m going through immense emotional problems right now. My mom and step-dad have been fighting lately, and it honestly feels like I’m walking on glass shards for most of the day. I know they won’t get divorced because they still love each other at the end of the day, but something needs to change. Things need to be amended.

Also, school has really been stressing me out. I’m only taking two classes right now, Composition 2 and General Chemistry, and as easy as they are for me, given my education and knowledge beforehand, I’m struggling thanks to ... ... good ‘ole procrastination, one of my most difficult demons to deal with.

I’m about 6+ assignments behind in Composition 2, not only thanks to absence, but procrastination as well. Most of them are in-class assignments, some I didn’t know existed and some from absence, and the others are things like the pre-writing, outline, and rough draft of the essay that is due next Tuesday (the final draft)! I’m just having a wonderful time! (Note the sarcasm. 🙃😂)

Not to mention General Chemistry! I missed one quiz. One, and now I’m missing a whopping 50 points! Did I mention my take-home midterm is due this Saturday? I haven’t even started it, and it is now Friday. Not to worry, I’m fairly confident I can complete it efficiently. 👍🏻

I haven’t told any of this to anyone. At all. I’ve been internalizing all of this for nearly the past month. So, now, surely you can realize how stressed and overwhelmed I am, and why I haven’t been active lately. Well, let me tell you, my tale of misery doesn’t end there!

On Tuesday night, merely 30 minutes before I was supposed to be attending my 6:30pm-9:00pm Composition 2 class, my bird, the African Grey, Zeus, pulled a can, a metal can... full of food onto his foot. Now, surely, you’ve dropped a can of soup onto your foot at least once in your lifetime, right? Imagine the effect it would have on a bird that’s toes are thinner than your pinky finger.

He started bleeding. Everywhere. My mom’s arm was covered.

So, I had the fortunate opportunity of missing class to rush to the animal hospital with my mom hysterically crying in the passenger seat, arguing with me on the way I decided to take to the animal hospital. Thankfully, we had called beforehand, and the routine animal hospital we usually frequent for whatever our birds need, was able to attend to Zeus, and we, as in I, didn’t have to drive us 45 minutes away with Zeus still bleeding out. See, the danger when a bird his size starts bleeding so much is that he’s very small, which means he can lose all of the blood in his body very quickly, and well, die.

Now, you can understand my mom’s hysterics. Not only due to the risks, but it was her beloved pet! Understandable circumstances for the reaction.

So, the doctor bandaged his foot, dressed him in a plastic cone with a fleece covering over it that encircled 1/4 of his wings to prevent him from picking at the bandage, and sent us home with antibiotics and pain meds. Unfortunately, my mom had work, which meant either I or my step-dad would have to watch him in case he fell over and couldn’t get up, to calm him, etc. I was tasked with the observation first.

My mom had him wrapped in a towel (something perfectly safe, and is done in the vet’s office to handle birds), and I was to watch him and calm him. Well, not even 5 minutes later, he bit me (surely out of stress and/or frustration with the contraption encasing his body), and that’s all it took for me to have a complete mental/emotional breakdown!

It was a lovely night.

So, yeah. I’ve been having a very hard time. I won’t even begin to describe my personal feelings on these matters, and the depression that’s been plaguing me for the past 1-2 weeks. I’ll just say that it’s been rough, and get onto what I’m sure everyone is anticipating: a schedule!

Or the shell of a schedule, anyways, because nothing has a set date. 🙃

*** NO MORE TRIGGER WARNINGS FROM HERE ON ***

Schedule/Update:

First off, I would like to state that I’m considering a sequel to “White Lilies,” featuring Taehyung and reader, should anyone be interested, message me or comment on this post if you would like me to write it!

Now, to begin with what I’m working on!

An unnamed Jimin and fem!reader, and Hobi and fem!reader fan-fiction in which Jimin and Hobi are reader’s dance teachers, and both of them are in love with her, unbeknownest to reader, of course. This was inspired by the Highlight Reel that BigHit released. I have to thank one of my real life best friends, @kpopworldposts, for providing me the idea, and aiding in the construction of the plot. Also for her continuous support of my works, including being the first person to read any fan-fiction I write that I think I might actually complete. 😂 /// Genre: Romance, Angst. Expected completion: — ? It’s honestly nowhere near completion. I haven’t even named it! 😞 However, if anybody would like a teaser of what I’ve written so far, I will gladly provide! I was already contemplating it to be honest.

Other than that, I don’t really have anything planned. I have a few other fan-fictions that I’m heavily working on, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever post them, mostly because they’re heavily filled with angst and personal insecurities.

I’m sorry that there are so few things to look forward to regarding fan-fictions I’m writing. Feel free to message me if there’s anything you’d like me to write! My inbox will always be open. ☺️

Thank you to those of you who took the time to read my spiel. I appreciate it. I know it was lengthy, and probably not very interesting, but it means a lot to me that you took time out of your day to read what’s been going on in my life. I’ve been having difficulties with recognizing my worth in other people’s lives, so I’m really grateful if you decided to read it. Thank you. 💙

I will try to post more as often as I can, but those of you that read my rant know that I have a lot going on. So, I won’t bore you with even more details, just know that I’m doing what I can when I can.

My blog mostly runs on queue now, and I think that’s how it’ll be for a while until I fix myself and my problems. Not an easy task, but I know I can do it. It will just take time. So, forgive me for the lack of activity. I’m trying my best.

I look forward to posting my next fan-fiction, starring Jimin, Hobi, and reader in their angst and romance filled love triangle.

Thank you again. 💜

Stay strong.

~ Alexis ~

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#schedule #personal #update #trigger warning #tw: Blood #tw: mental illness #tw: negativity

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