A/N: This story takes place between Chapter 37 and Chapter 38 of my long story, "Confessions of a Teenage Superhero".


The origin of Weather Girl

Flooding wasn't new to Paris, not by a long shot. In fact, one could almost count on flooding every year. For some reason, the storms this year were worse than ever, and flooding threatened the inhabitants of Paris. Schools and businesses were closed as people flocked to either secure their own homes or to help other people in the city. Ladybug and Chat Noir wasted no time in calling out the other heroes. They even called on new heroes, and so every single miraculous in Ladybug's possession was being used - except the newly recovered peacock. (Poor Duusuu needed to rest.)

For his part, Gabriel closed his factories and designated his office building as a safe shelter for those in need until the authorities declared the emergency over. But that didn't seem to be enough. The superheroes looked overwhelmed, even with everything they could do.

For about the hundredth time, Gabriel took the small package out of his pocket and stared at it. He had renounced Nooroo completely, but then there was the emergency. Hesitantly, he opened the small box and held the butterfly brooch in his hand.

Once again, Gabriel debated with himself. He could go to the office, but Nathalie had things well in hand - like always - and Adrien was safe with the Dupain-Chengs. Besides, he was feeling a little useless sitting here like this. He pinned on the miraculous, and saw the expected magical whirl of lavender that accompanied his one-time … well, slave if he were being honest.

Nooroo looked at his former (new?) holder and crossed his arms. "I was expecting to see the Guardian, Gabriel."

"I know, Nooroo. And I was planning on turning you over today. But Paris is in the middle of a natural disaster, and the heroes have their hands full. It looks like they've called out every miraculous in the miracle box. Except you and the peacock." He took a deep breath. "I need to help, Nooroo. The right way. But I'm not sure how." Gabriel didn't want to admit it, but he was also a little scared. "Will you help me save Paris?"

Nooroo felt his new (former?) holder's sincerity. "Of course, Gabriel. This is what I am meant to do. Do you have a champion in mind?"

"Yes, if she'll accept me. Also, is there a way to make sure the costume doesn't look like my old Hawkmoth costume?"

"The superhero costume's appearance is attuned to your subconscious. So make sure you think very clearly about what you want before you transform. You know the words."


Aurore Beauréal was pacing in her living room after watching the most recent weather report. It looked like her nana's neighborhood was in one of the hardest hit arrondissements. She was over seventy years old, and Aurore was worried! The next thing she knew, she felt something touch her mind.

"Aurore, I can feel your worry for your grandmother. I can help you save her, and a lot of other Parisians as well."

Hawkmoth?, she thought. No. No, no, No NO! I don't want to be Stormy Weather again! Those powers will only make things worse!

Young Lady, the voice said. I am not Hawkmoth. I am…

Yeah, right. And I'm Ladybug!

Okay, I can see why you wouldn't believe me. Look, I may wield the butterfly miraculous, but Hawkmoth is no more. You may call me Monarch.

Uh huh. "Monarch" was it? I'll believe you when you face me IN PERSON.

Hawkmoth is gone, and good riddance! I'm just borrowing the butterfly miraculous for this disaster. Then I'll turn it over to Ladybug, just like the rest of the temporary heroes.

I don't believe you.

I can see that. Look out your window Aurore. At the roof across the street.

When Aurore checked the rooftop in question, she saw a man. He was dressed in a simple lavender colored oxford shirt with deep purple trousers, a butterfly-shaped mask over his eyes, and large butterfly wings sprouting from his back. He also had what appeared to be Hawkmoth's cane.

Still suspicious, the teenage girl asked, What do you want in exchange?

Introduce yourself to Ladybug's team first.

That's it?

That's it.

You're sure?

Yes. Just accept the tenshi*.

"Tenshi?"

The opposite of an akuma. The true power of the butterfly miraculous is to create a powerful champion who can fight on the butterfly weilder's behalf.

Sounds way too much like Hawkmoth.

Hawkmoth's power was a corruption of the true butterfly miraculous's power. I'm using it the way it's meant to be weilded.

Gabriel could feel Aurore starting to waver, but she wasn't quite ready to accept the power yet.

Look, I'll make you a deal. Your former Stormy Weather powers can be extremely useful to the heroes. You become my champion and I'll give you the good version of those powers. You will be in control just as much as I am. I only reserve the right to take the power back if you abuse it.

And I'm in control?

Yes. You have the power to accept and reject the power. You can choose your hero name and outfit. And you will remember everything that happens.

Aurore thought about it. Okay, Monarch. I accept those terms.


Ladybug was in the middle of coordinating the superhero effort with the local emergency services, trying to get people to safety. It was pure chaos. The next thing she knew, Chat Noir was tackling her.

"Ladybug, look out!" He pointed up in the air.

"Stormy Weather? Just what we need." She sighed and prepared to fight. "So much for giving up," she muttered.

"Hey, Coldilocks, long time no see?" Chat got right into his normal routine of taunting. "I hope you're not here to make things worse."

The akuma stayed right where she was, not approaching or using her power. Instead she called to the heroes while everyone was watching.

"Ladybug! Chat Noir! I'm not here to fight, I'm here to help."

"Come on, Stormy. You know we can't believe what an akuma says."

The girl in the air sighed. "He said that you might not believe me. I was afraid of him at first myself, until I realized he wasn't Hawkmoth. Look, it's me! Aurore Beauréal, though in this form I suppose you can call me Weather Girl. Where do you want me?"

"What do you think, Milady?"

"I don't know yet, I'm thinking."

Just then, the (non?) akuma got the signature mask over her eyes, indicating that she was talking with Hawkmoth… but truthfully, it did look a little different, as did she. "Monarch says he'll be here shortly, and to just direct us. My powers are to control the weather. Please, I just want to help. Perhaps I can help calm these winds down."

"No!" Ladybug cried out, but too late. Weather Girl waved her umbrella at the storm… and it calmed. Everyone was staring at the akuma, when they heard a new voice.

"Nicely done, Weather Girl. Are you okay to continue?" The speaker stood on a roof, just below where Weather Girl was hovering, and next to the rooftop where Ladybug was coordinating the superheroes.

"I want to check on my nana first, but then I'm good to go."

"Hold on a minute. Nobody's going anywhere until I figure out what the hell is going on. You!" Ladybug pointed at the man on the roof. "Stay right there. Weather Girl, come down here, please."

With no fuss, the two new super powered people did just as they were told.

"Okay, not that I'm not happy to have someone that can control the weather on our side for once, but with everything that's gone on in the past, I don't trust this." Ladybug stared at 'Monarch' and called to him. "Release her."

"Ladybug, it's okay, I promise," Weather Girl said. "Just promise me that you'll look after my nana's building next, okay? I'm worried about her." She stared into the heroine's eyes. "I release my power." With that, a lavender and white power bubbled over her, and a sparkling white and light purple powered butterfly flew back to the butterfly superhero, who de-powered it and stored it in his cane.

Chat Noir went to the girl. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Chat Noir. Just please, help my nana as soon as you can."

"What do you remember?" Ladybug sounded anxious.

"Everything. You really scared me for a minute there when I first saw you. I started to think we'd end up in a fight."

"Everything?"

"Everything. Including telling off who I thought was Hawkmoth when he first touched my mind. He said Hawkmoth is no more, and he's just borrowing the miraculous. Is that true?"

Staring into the butterfly holder's eyes, Ladybug said, "It looks like it."


A/N: According to a Google search, "akuma" is Japanese for demon or the devil, so I used the Japanese word for angel - "tenshi" - as the uncorrupted version of Nooroo's butterfly.