Disclaimer:
I have no affiliation with Miraculous Ladybug or Percy Jackson and the Olympus or the Heroes of Olympus series. Also any similarities to real life events or people are unintentional unless explicitly stated.
Dear Diary,
I am in so much trouble. I'm in Monsieur Damocles' office waiting for my parents after blowing up some bronze statues in the nearby park fountain. Mama and Papa are going to be so angry with me.
I don't have enough money saved up to pay for it – That means that they'll have to pay for it! And statues are expensive so that means they'll have to take a loan they can't afford and then when they can't pay it back we'll have to sell the boulangerie! I'll have to give up my dreams for attending design school, then interning for the Gabriel fashion house, then starting up my own fashion line, and having a cat, no wait, a dog, actually, a hamster! But there is no way I can let my parents sell the boulangerie!
And today started out like any ordinary day too. I running trying to beat the school bell but as I crossed the street I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye. I was so startled, I tripped. It was the statue from the park.
I approached the closest citizen and pointing to the statue I asked, "Did you see that?"
"It's just a model," he said.
As you know we're right in the middle of the Paris Fashion Week so there were a lot of shows and events happening in the city.
"To be honest, I think that the steampunk look is a little faux pas," he added before walking off.
Frustrated, I tried another person, but when I pointed to the statue I noticed that it was staring at me. What's more, it was coming towards me. I looked around and saw more statues heading in my direction. So I ran.
I ran towards the park. There was a fashion show that looked as if it was about to start, so I thought that they'd have a lot of security there. Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to scope out the designs was because I had to jump to dodge an attack. Somehow, instead of falling flat on my face, I used my hands to flip out of the way. There wasn't any time to marvel at that, because the statues were still coming.
At that point, most of the fashion show guests were running away, but some photographers were taking flash photography of the statues. For some strange reason the statues seemed to stop attacking the people and pose for the camera. But then, they became enraged when the security guards tried to stop them.
Next thing I knew I had taken my out phone to take their photographs, yelling at them and trying to draw them outside away from the crowd so that no one else gets hurt. It seemed to work, but I was running out of battery fast. There was less than 5 percent left. I knew I should've charged it last night. Soon it started to beep saying it was at 4, then 3 percent and then-
Sorry! My parents have arrived. I'll continue my story later.
Adrien Agreste knew that there were a lot of things that could go wrong during a fashion week show. Sometimes models arrived late, even still styled from a previous show. Stylists often will change the accessories just before a model walks the stage, and some VIP decides to arrive unannounced and have to be accommodated. After all the years of accompanying his mother to her shows he's witnessed a lot of unexpected events, but the runway being hijacked by another fashion show was not one of them.
From a gap in the curtains he could see the chaos unfold before the Gabriel show started as people were knocked from their seats, and the security guards flooded the scene. Nathalie Sancoeur, Gabriel's new personal assistant, was furiously issuing commands listening to the radio. Meanwhile, backstage staff and models were ignoring the instructions and peeking through the gap.
All the models were doing at first was posing on the runway but things turned ugly when the guards tried to get them to leave. When approached, one of the models threw a security guard into the crowd. Guests then scrambled away screaming. Some of the models hopped off the runway and started charging at the people. Backstage, the staff and cast were panicking. One rogue model was heading their way.
"Mama," yelled Adrien. He scanned for his mother amongst the chaos.
"Adrien!" she cried waving. He wove through the throngs of people to her. "Do you have your ring?"
"Yes," he said. It was his only thing he had of his father and he hardly ever took it off or was far from it. He gathered the train of his mother's outfit in his arms. "Let's go!"
"Do you remember-"
"The Address? Yes." Ever since they were little it was only the two of them. They had a place in the 5th arrondissement for when his mother was in between modelling assignments or had work in Paris. But the Address referred to a close friend of his father's that recently contacted them and had told them that if they ever needed help, they just had to go to his house in the 21st arrondissement.
Unfortunately, while they were escaping they were separated. Adrien tried to go back to his mother but he was swept away by the moving mass.
Dear Diary,
I have no idea what is happening anymore. I just had the most bizarre conversation with my parents, Monsieur Damocles and Mademoiselle Bustier.
When they arrived I told the story of what happened in the park after I lured the statues away from the crowd, including how the Chinese tourist in a red Hawaiian shirt who yelled out that the "automatons", as he called them, required a "password" to deactivate and were made out of celestial bronze and vulnerable to electric discharge, and how I saw the saw the fountain, an abandoned camera, the fashion lights, the power supply and the statues, and then taking up the camera, directed the statues to the fountain, and I then declared that we needed more light, so I grabbed a light by the stand and ran to them, hoping that I didn't run out of cable, and threw it lights into the fountain causing the water and all the statues to sizzle, spark and terminate.
That was when Mademoiselle Bustier found me and sent me to the principal's office to wait for my parents.
It's a blessing and a curse to live so close to the school.
I told them I was sorry, but instead of being angry or even saying that they were disappointed in me, they said that there was something they needed to tell me.
"You're a demigod, Marinette," said Papa.
I didn't expect him to say that.
"What?" I said.
"Do you remember when we went to the Louvre and saw the statues of the Greek gods and goddesses?"
"Yeah…?"
"Good," he said, pleased with himself. "Well, they're real."
"Wait," I said, panicking a little, "Did all the statues in the Lourve come to life and attack people?!"
"Uhh…" said Papa.
"Not to worry," said Madame Bustier, "that situation has been taken care off. Luckily the mortals will simply believe it was a flash mob or Youtube prank thanks to the Mist."
Mama changed the topic (but what did happen to all those statues in the Lourve…?).
"Let me try, honey," she said. She then turned to me. "Marinette, do you remember the story of when you were born?"
"Yes, Mama."
"Remember how we said that we had trouble conceiving you and that-"
"I'm a miracle child." I've heard that story numerous times, but it still embarrassing to listen to. Not to mention that my teacher and principal were there listening to it too. Did I mention that it was so embarrassing.
"Now, you know that we tried a lot of things and even the doctors told us that there wasn't anything we could do. But, - and I know that this will be difficult to believe - the Greek goddess of fortune, success, prosperity and luck, Tyche, heard our prayers, and helped us. She agreed to be your surrogate mother. The procedure was still risky but it was a success.
"However, there was a condition. At the time of your birth she told us, "This child is my child as much as she is yours. I will come for her when the time arrives," and it looks like the time is fast approaching."
And at that exact moment, just to make things even weirder, there was a knock on the window. We were up on the 2nd floor! Monsieur Damocles opened it and helped the woman inside.
"Welcome, Tyche."
So apparently this woman was the Greek Goddess of luck and my surrogate, making me a demigod in the sense I am not a pure human even though, genetically, Mama and Papa are my parents.
Then - and I thought that I was seeing things - when Monsieur Damocles went to the window I noticed that his legs were hairy and cloven like a goat's.
Mademoiselle Bustier apparently is a water nymph for the Seine which I guess explains why she's always wearing green or blue clothing.
Anyways, back to my "godmother". Tyche seems to have a very happy-go-lucky attitude. She said that she could've taken the stairs, but then decided that it would be more fun to parkour it to the window. And she mentioned to me that she got her clothes from a thrift shop, and I must admit that what she was wearing was a really great find. I think I recognized the jacket from the Coco Chanel 2004 collection.
Ah, sorry I got distracted again.
So, having Tyche as my godmother means that I have might have some demigod traits like ADHD or dyslexia (I'm pretty sure I don't have dyslexia) and some of her powers including luck. Unfortunately even having the powers of luck is down to chance. If it was working all the time then I Chloe wouldn't also be a demigod.
It turns out that were even more surprises that day. Two more of my classmates, Chloe Bourgeois and Nino Lahiffe were also claimed by their Greek godparents. In their cases, I think that they're actually the offspring of a Greek immortal.
Chloe is a piece of work, and a child of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty - in my opinion, only the external kind at best. I've known her since I started school and we were always in the same class. She makes my life so awful. On the way to the airport, the only good thing I could think of about having to leave Paris for New York was that it would help me get away from Chloe, but when we arrived she was there at the boarding gate heading to Camp Half-Blood in America where we were to be trained.
What kind of training? They didn't really answer that. But they mentioned that it was for our own safety.
Nino was there too. He is apparently the son of Apollo, Greek god of music, healing, archery and poetry. I can totally see that. He loves and is really good at DJ'ing so I can totally see why where the talent comes from. I glad that he's here too. It's nice to see friendly familial faces.
So, the three of us are now on a plane to America. According to our school records we're going there for an exchange. It happened so quickly. I only managed to pack some of my clothes before we were driven to the airport. It only hit me only after we took off that I don't know when I'll see my parents again.
With any luck, that will be soon.
Adrien wandered the streets of Paris lost, tired and hungry. He had lost his phone and wallet, probably in the mob. His only hope was that he would find his way to The Address and that his mother was there.
There weren't that many people on the streets in the area he was in now that the sun had set. He was also feeling hungry since the last thing he ate was some snacks that he pilfered from the food table at the show.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and it was The Gorilla, Gabriel's bodyguard.
"Good evening monsieur," said Adrien. "What a coincidence it is to see you here. I'm heading to my mother now… or I guess you'll take me to her..?"
The Gorilla didn't say anything or release his grip on Adrien's shoulder. He had no choice but to be lead to the awaiting black car.
"To the 21st arrondissement, please" said Adrien, but The Gorilla just grunted.
Instead, The Gorilla drove Adrien to Gabriel's mansion in the middle of Paris.
"Is my mother here?"
The Gorilla replied with a grunt.
Adrien had only been at Gabriel's mansion a couple times before with his mother, usually for work related events. Every time he saw the place, he thought that it was ridiculous to have such a large mansion for one man and his staff. It looked so empty.
Gabriel was standing on steps of the grand staircase when Adrien walked in.
"Adrien," said Gabriel, descending the steps to shake Adrien's hand. "I'm glad that my driver found you safe and sound."
"Thank you very much, monsieur, for your concern." Adrien broke the intense eye contact. "Is my mother here as well?"
"No, it was too chaotic, no one could find her. I'm sure that she's worried about you." He gestured to his assistant at the foot of the steps. "Why don't you follow Nathalie to the dining room and have some food?"
"Ah, well, thank you but I should contact my mother. May I borrow your telephone? My phone ran out of battery."
"Do not worry about that." Gabriel walked down and put his arm around his shoulder. "I'm sure that your mother will come here soon enough looking for you. And it's late, I'm sure that she would rather that you are well fed and rested. I'm sure that you are tired and very hungry."
"Yes I guess so…" he conceded. He was tired, and very hungry.
"And of course you should stay here for the night. You are welcome here. After all these years, are we not like family?"
Author's Notes:
Hello! This idea for a Miraculous Ladybug and Percy Jackson crossover world refused to let me stop thinking about it until I wrote it out. I should be able to keep up a chapter per week.
When I was writing this crossover series, I couldn't help but think at how similar both series are. They're both extremely fast paced, detailed, and very random at times.
This story starts in between the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series and the Heroes of Olympus series. Expect spoilers for both.
I was kind of worried about how Marinette would be born, because Tom and Sabine are the perfect couple and I didn't want to break that, but then I found that the definition of a demigod is quite loose. Besides, there have been weirder births in actual Greek mythology; pretty much all of them really...
If you have time, please leave some feedback comments. It would help me a lot to improve. Thank you!
