My Fair-y Lady Ch 01: The Calm of the Storm (Part 01)
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Based on & Inspired by the: Lady Fairy AU by @beebeebombam
CHAPTER 01: The Calm of the Storm (Part 01)
Summary: Marinette is both blind and holder of the Butterfly Miraculous, helping Chat Noir against Le Paon’s & his monstrous Asura. Will Lady Fairy, her Champions and Chat finally defeat the Peacock user all while uncovering more as everything begins to unravel? How will this story of magic, mystery, friendship, love and faeries play out?
Opening Remarks: Holy Smokes was this story a long one to make, but I am happy I did though. I really wanted to delve into this AU I found since there was just so many possibilities for this to work out. I will say a lot of the stuff have been edited or added fitting this narrative I already built myself in that is different from what the original Tumblr creator stated in the AU; I hope to further elaborate into once I get the ball rolling!
Stick around at the End Notes if you want to read some fun tidbits and references I added that may or may not be prevalent in future stories.
I hope you all enjoy my story, and if you want, leave a comment since I would like to reply to them when I can, and I hope I can continue writing more on this!
Update: I decided to half the story into 2 chapters which I will be doing for future chapters. I realized the chapter is too long and some people might have a problem with keeping up, especially when it comes to keeping up with any references I make. I apologize for those who already started reading the chapter and expected the second chapter as a new story. Don’t worry! The Second chapter will also be posted soon and also in parts.
AO3 Link Teaser I also gave FF Link
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“Manon! Do be careful! You wouldn’t want to get hurt!” The older of two girls called out her warning as the younger practically ran around the entirety of the living room, jumping around furniture with a bowstring as a pretend-wand.
“But this is so much fun Marinette!” Manon raced past the older one named Marinette as she readied herself on the couch.
“Manon, I know what you’re about to do so please don’t jump off the couch!” Marinette walked towards it, giving her an expression of mild exasperation but with a hint of amusement.
“Come on Marinette, you’re gonna love seeing thi—“ Manon stopped herself mid-sentence as she let slip out what she thought was an off-hand comment.
All too suddenly, Manon didn’t think she was going to jump off the couch after all and sat down in silent contemplation.
“I-I am sorry Marinette . . . I didn’t mean to . . .” Manon trailed off her words, possibly looking away from Marinette, who probably knew she was looking away from her without seeing it.
‘- seeing . . .’
Marinette immediately picked up where Manon thought she did wrong and sat down next to the saddened little girl, patting her back with the reassurance that her comment did not hurt her in the slightest.
Being a babysitter for someone like Manon was becoming difficult for Marinette.
And not because Marinette’s been blind since she was 7. She has had another 7 or so years to get over that and prove to everyone that while she may have lost her sight, she has never lost her strong will or resolve to just have a normal life.
Marinette is and will always be a determined girl, and when she has a goal set in mind, she will not back down. Hence, Marinette volunteering to handle Manon for the afternoon in their living room.
Okay, technically they were both being handled by Marinette’s parents but there was a sudden rush of customers from their bakery in the ground floor; thus, it fell on Marinette to entertain each other in her living room, the TV still blaring out a competition regarding the new weather girl.
Marinette personally did not see the point of it since for her as long as the weather person gets the predictions correct then they were doing their job, but maybe Marinette just never got around to understanding those types of social media sensationalizing. Manon seemed to understand it though since she borrowed her family’s laptop when she first came over.
“Awww, it’s alright Manon. I know you didn’t mean it,” Marinette hugged Manon as she didn’t want her to cry over a silly comment she herself didn’t notice nor care about. Wiping slight tears from Manon’s face, Marinette smiled at her.
“Why don’t you go freshen up a bit? I wouldn’t want this little princess looking all sad now do we?” Sensing that Manon was starting to smile again, Marinette continued.
“And then afterward we can have some of the sandwiches and tea I made. Sounds good?” Marinette beamed as she knew Manon nodded, leaving the couch and walked towards the bathroom.
“You did an amazing job as always, Marinette,” a little voice did not surprise her at the least but Marinette did flinch a bit when she thought of him floating out in the open. She relaxed when she realized the voice was coming from the side of her right pigtail, knowing then that the little voice did not take its chances from coming out even if Manon was in the bathroom.
“I guess . . . man, being a babysitter is hard work, Nooroo.”
“Well my dear Marinette, I think you’re doing an amazing job! You even managed to diffuse the situation before it escalated. With or without sight or powers, you know how to calm people down and that is what is amazing about you,” The little Butterfly shaped being called Nooroo took a risk and flew to Marinette’s cheek to give it a peck.
“Aww, Nooroo! You’re such a cutie for a Kwami. Are you sure you weren’t a Fairy in some other life?” Cupping Nooroo into her hands, Marinette held the Butterfly Kwami to her cheek lovingly. She was always happy to have Nooroo, or Fairy as she had affectionately called him since their first meeting, with her as he has always been there for her like any kind supportive fairy would.
Nooroo hid back into her hair as they both heard knocking from the front door. Opening it up as Manon came back from the bathroom, Marinette already had an idea who was behind the door but opened it anyways to—
“Alya? Hey, what’s u—“
“Marinette! Guess who’s got a big scoop? That’s right, me!” The girl outside Marinette’s door walked in proudly, giving Manon a pleasant smile before continuing on her spiel, all while Marinette smiled at her friend’s antics.
“Oh please do tell us, oh great reporter Alya! What great scoop will you bestow upon us today?”
“Haha, very funny Marinette, but this oh so great reporter just found out that a certain blonde classmate of ours is outside at the Park for a photo shoot!” Alya finished her spiel expecting enthusiasm from her best friend, only to receive—
“Oh, so Adrien is in the Park? That’s cool,” Marinette nonchalantly stated.
“Exactly!” Catching more of the attention of the little girl, Alya lost a bit of her fervor as her friend just continued to sarcastically smirk at her.
“. . . I thought this was something more related to your blog about the recent happenings. I am actually a little disappointed, Alya. I thought you had something good,” Feigning boredom and disinterest, Marinette could clearly picture in her head the semi-serious shock her friend was making, all the while Manon caught on to Marinette’s act and just giggled.
“Hey! Don’t knock out my scoop, Marinette!” Alya caught on as well, and just went along with her friend being dramatic.
“And besides, I thought you would have enjoyed the fact that the teenage heartthrob of Paris was at the Park, for yours to take!” Alya ended her piece, smirking at her friend who only seemed to look exasperated yet amused in her smirk back. Clearly, Alya was not going to convince her friend; hence, Alya decided to change tactics if she wanted to gain an upper hand.
“Or . . . maybe he’s not the correct dashing blonde I am thinking of? Maybe Mr. Right isn’t the blonde model per se but rather . . . a certain blonde in black leather superhero?”
Marinette did not need sight to know she was beginning to blush pink but what she needed is a way to divert this awkward conversation. Thankfully, a certain little ‘princess’ gave her that needed escape.
“The Park?! Can we go to the Park Marinette!? Please please please please please!?” Manon exclaimed as she ran in between the two, grabbing Marinette’s hand begging for her request to come true. Jumping up and down with the energy of a rabbit, Manon quickly made herself the focus of both the teenagers.
“And who’s this little one, Marinette?” Alya smiled at Manon.
“My name is Manon Chamack and I am 5 years old! Who are you and why aren’t you helping me go to the Park with Marinette!” tugging at the hand of the aforementioned, Marinette sighed as she realized she will not stop.
“I am taking care of this little angel because my parents suddenly had a rush of orders from the bakery. It’s the least I could do to help,” Marinette stated though a part of her was beginning to regret it.
“And let me guess, you just had to prove to them that you could? Even when you don’t have any experience babysitting little angels such as her?” Alya’s retort hit the mark in Marinette but honestly, she was right. It still wounded Marinette’s pride though.
Alya knew what she had to do; kneeling down to be at eye level with Manon she did what she usually does to her own little angels at home.
“Well then. Greetings Manon! I am Alya, Marinette’s best friend . . . and a magical unicorn disguised as a beautiful woman that grants the wishes of all the little kids, but only if they are good.” Tapping onto Manon’s nose, the little girl only laughed before realizing what she just heard.
“Are you really?!” Knowing she piqued the girl’s interests, Alya lifted Manon up to her shoulders as she laughed in glee.
“I guess we can enjoy a picnic at the Park if you’re there to help Alya.” Smiling to herself at how she can hear her best friend and Manon cheer as they make their way downstairs to possibly also let her parents know, Marinette decided to pack up the food and other things they can do at the park, grab her walking stick, and meet up with the two all while Nooroo continued to snuggle inside her hair.
“Today does look to be a perfect day for a picnic,” Nooroo interjected as Marinette was reaching the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah, I just hope it stays that way, my Little Fairy,” Marinette smiled to where Nooroo hid, hoping as well that today would be a peaceful one. Meeting up with the two outside her home, the three girls walked towards the Park, a relatively short walking distance away.
“By the way, who did you vote for?” Alya asked more towards Marinette regarding the TV competition but before she could say that she never voted since 1) she never understood contests like those and 2) she doesn’t think they made a modification in their voting for blind people, Manon beat her to the punch.
“I voted for Mireille!” Manon exclaimed.
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He felt it.
Raw anger.
Like a thunderstorm that was taking shape.
Like a typhoon nearing to release torrential floods.
Like a cyclone ready to spread its windy destruction.
It was becoming something more.
Powerful.
Raging.
A maelstrom being created within such a poor unsuspecting girl was truly a disheartening fact.
“Perfect . . .” A man in a dimly lit yet spacious room whispered. The only illumination from this secret chamber was from an intricately designed round window that mechanically opened to allow light to shine upon the room and its eerie blue-clad being. He stood there, his stance as though he was calculating his next move; a move that would probably give him the win he so desperately needed. Dressed in regal blue tones with black and red accent designs, the mysterious man with toned blue skin stepped forward the light.
With a flair from his blue coat’s long asymmetric coattail, which oddly resembled a peacock’s pronounced tail feathers, the man’s right hand brought out a fan designed similarly like his suit. A handheld fan of similar blue shades, with a red ‘eye’ like design on each of the tail-feather like barbs and each rimmed with white featherlike material.
Plucking out one of the multitude of barbs, the figure dressed impeccably in blue held it in front of his masked face and into the light of the window. Suddenly, a clash of black and blue light seemed to latch onto the previously white feather part of the barb, and with a gentle blow, it came undone. The now corrupted feather piece flew out the window as the man whispered out his command to the seemingly innocuous debris.
“Sail the skies towards my next host . . . for my next Asura must be born!”
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‘It’s not fair!’ A click was made.
‘Why didn’t I win?!’ A second, third and fourth click of a button was heard, all with rapidness and impatience.
‘Why did Mireille, someone who can barely hold a conversation or a report at school, beat me to being next weather girl!?’
The more Aurore Beauréal internally seethed those thoughts, the more she failed to notice the eerily black and blue feather floating towards her as she continued her internal monologue while waiting for the elevator to work as clicked at it multiple times once again. Not even letting her sulk in defeat is the elevator of the same TV station that embarrassed her in front of live television, such as Aurore’s luck today.
‘I mean yeah sure she makes great researches on Meteorology, but I practically live and breathe the weather! I am a walking weather pun! I was basically born for that role! Why did they do this to me!?’ Banging her fist onto the still unopened elevator door, she felt a surge of pain and an influx of emotions when the accursed feather landed on her favorite parasol that she loves carrying around.
Stricken, Aurore felt the emotions within her skyrocket as her anger, her despair, her rage fired something within her. It felt new yet primal, like a beast was gnawing at its cage. Aurore has never felt this intensity from her emotions before but now knew something was terribly wrong, and before long something snapped inside. Like a lightning bolt from within, Aurore felt the surge of pain as a glowing blue symbol appear in front of her eyes like a neon mask and an eerie voice calls out to Aurore in her mind.
“Greetings, my poor innocent Soul.” A smooth voice uttered out into her head as she could still feel the rush of emotions and pain within. The voice sounded calming yet something about it felt wrong. It sounded like he was being condescending.
“I believe you have heard of me, yes?” A slight pause did nothing to appease the feeling Aurore was experiencing as the mysterious voice continued.
“I am the one they call Le Paon, and I am giving you a chance to be of use to my goals . . . whether you want to or not.”
There was the condescending tone Aurore knows was there. Her mind raced at the reports she remembered reading and hearing regarding various experiences from victims of Paris’ own resident magical yet elusive terrorist, but she never expected she would be on that list very soon.
Aurore did the only think so could do in this situation.
“N-no, p-please. Don’t do this to me!” She could only whimper and beg out in pain as her thoughts and emotions fought, causing her to kneel on the floor in agony. Her mind knew she was in desperate need of help but her emotions were getting more and more erratic and she knew she would lose eventually, as like many who befell the spell of the Peacock.
It was inevitable, she knew: She would become a vessel for an Asura, the monstrous entities Le Paon strikes upon Paris.
“My my, you did a wonderful job in letting the turmoil grow inside you. You losing by a sheer landslide to another as the new weather girl was just the perfect catalyst for my next Asura,” The voice in her head almost made it sound like he was proud of her for being the reason a new monster will ravage the city. The new monster that was going to be at fault for the upcoming destruction.
“You have my thanks,” The voice disappeared as soon as she felt something be yanked off her soul and fly away to the nearest window. Aurore was having the worst day on Earth and all she felt like doing now was lay down to rest.
She already felt like a loser by losing in the competition, but now she just felt like a loser in life for being used by that dastardly evil because she let herself lose in the former. In her bits of focus, she only wished she could have at least been a good sport and congratulated her classmate Mireille for winning.
“. . . rore? . . . Aur . . . ore!”
Aurore flickered back into awareness when she realized she hears someone helping her up. She finally allowed herself to breathe deeply as she allowed the air to fill her lungs and let her focus on the kind soul helping her up after that ordeal.
Mireille Caquet, the new weather girl. The reason for Aurore’s emotions to go haywire and for Le Paon’s new plaything to wreak amok onto the city of Paris.
‘Her fault . . . it was all . . . her fault.’
Her thoughts seem to still be in a haze but Aurore was too tired to reason with it. Clutching onto her parasol, Aurore steadied herself and needed to get out of the building before whatever creature was made by her emotions comes back to finish the job of disposing the vessel, AKA her. She looked at Mireille’s eyes one more time before weakly giving out what she should have done prior.
“Congrats, Mireille.”
The floors and ceiling started to spin for Aurore Beauréal as she felt the urge of a nap stronger than escape. Hearing her voice be called out again, she didn’t think too much when she felt her hold on her parasol loosen, nor the sound of something heavy and metal-like clank to the floor.
All Aurore knew is that she was having a really, really bad day and that she can probably, hopefully, sleep it off.
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Today was a perfect day to be out and about. One can go to a café and enjoy the food, or go to some of the famous Parisian sites that get flocked by tourists every other day of the week. Or just enjoy one’s stay at places like the Park where there is always something interesting to do there such as play games, have a picnic, or just enjoy the fresh air and sun.
All things Adrien would have killed to do if it weren’t for the fact that while he is at the park Place des Vosges where he could be doing all those and more, he was stuck near the fountain area for a modeling shoot; it didn’t help that his bodyguard, AKA Mr. Gorilla, was there as well along with the ever eccentric photographer Vincent, who is yet again making rather vivid remarks about wanting to eat spaghetti.
“Yes! Yes! Good! Show the camera you are in love as though you are enjoying the spaghetti!”
‘I am starting to suspect that maybe Vincent is just hungry since we’ve been doing this shoot for over an hour,’
“Yes! Now, look into the camera as though you are making love to the spaghetti!”
‘On second thought, maybe he’s just . . . too into spaghetti,’ Adrien managed to conceal a cringe while posing for the camera as he just wanted this impromptu shoot his Father made him do to be over. Maybe then he can convince his bodyguard to let him have even 20 minutes of free time before his next whatever appointment Nathalie shoehorned in.
“Okay, that is good for now! The spaghetti has been eaten but now is time for a short break before we go back to the spaghetti, no?” Vincent spoke it out as though it made perfect sense in the world for Adrien, the small crew and the bodyguard but all just warily nodded as to not invoke the wrath of the photographer.
Adrien decided to sit down by the chairs to the side where the small crew of makeup artists prepped him up for the impromptu photo shoot, giving them reassuring smiles that he’s okay and that they can take the break they deserve. Scanning around from where he sat, he was jealous that other people got to actually enjoy the park. Sure, some onlookers were awed that a model was doing a photo shoot but it only ever looks cool in picture; people would go back to what they’re doing and enjoy their time with friends and or family. Something Adrien wishes he could be doing right about now.
Adrien continued to scan across the open space until he saw a sight that made his heart soar. He saw two of his closest friends with a little girl sitting on a picnic blanket, enjoying themselves some food and having a great time. He saw Alya play with the little girl all the while Marinette sat in silence as she laughed at whatever story Alya was spinning.
‘Marinette.’
Something about Marinette smiling like that made him suddenly self-aware of his own appearance if he ever wanted to come and say hello; ironic as he is the face of various teenage modeling covers and that his classmate is blind. He was starting to realize that peering onto his classmates and friends like that were suddenly becoming close to stalker-like behavior and decided to at least come over and greet them.
‘It’s just saying hello, I mean . . . I am not going to chicken out just ‘cuz she’s my friend who also happens to like me for me and not because of my looks nor my connections . . . yeah. Just. Saying. Hello!’
“Hello Adrien. Would you like to join us or are you just going to stand there?”
His thoughts were suddenly on halt as he realized that he has already made it to his destination and seeing as Marinette and the other occupants have already acknowledged his presence, were now waiting for his response. Alya’s greeting seemed to be laced with a knowing tone.
“H-hi Alya and Ma-Marinette! Just saying he-hello!” Adrien internally screamed in his mind as he realized how awkward and nervous he sounded, trying to play it cool by nervously scratching the back of his head.
Alya, in her ever glorious way of breaking the ice, decided to help the poor blonde boy out from shattering in front of them.
“Would you like to join us, Agreste?”
“H-huh?” His eyes flicker to Alya, whose smile seemed to mean she was expecting him to answer.
“Alya, didn’t you say he’s busy with a photo shoot? He might need to go ba—“
“I would love to join you guys!”
Suddenly, eyes nearby also looked at the teenage model known as Adrien Agreste haphazardly proclaiming his intention in front of 3 girls at a park. So much for trying to play it cool on his end.
‘Plagg . . . if you’re nearby hearing this. Jus-just cause a hole to form under me so I can hide there forever please,’ Adrien prayed out loud internally, already hoping for a miracle when it did come in the form of Marinette’s giggles.
Marinette scooted to the side patting at her previous spot for Adrien to take the hint, to which Adrien happily obliged.
“So what are you guys doing here? Just enjoying the park?” Adrien asked as he was passed some tea by Marinette while Alya continued to smile knowingly at them, holding onto Manon who also looked on in interest.
“I was babysitting little Manon here but Alya said you were at the park then Manon heard park . . . and suddenly I knew I couldn’t convince them otherwise,” Marinette replied, giving them sandwiches which she prepared for the picnic. She never saw the blush on Adrien’s face nor the sudden look of interest from Alya. Adrien did want to somewhat ask her more about that but was cut off.
“Marinette! Can we please go get a balloon!? Please please please!” Manon’s sudden burst seemed to break the peace and Marinette realized she still had a job to do.
“Sure Manon let me just grab my sti—“
“Don’t worry Marinette! I’ll handle Manon for you,” Alya decided to cut her off and while smiling at Manon if it would be alright with her. Manon thought otherwise.
“But I want to go with Marinette!”
“See Alya? She wants to go with m—“ Marinette was again cut off by Alya’s persistence.
“Come on Manon, I’ll let you get the biggest balloon ever and then we can go onto the carousel ride so I can tell you the great story of the Troll King and the Unicorn Pirate Princess!” Alya’s pitch managed to convince the little girl so much that Manon was already latching onto her.
“O-okay, just be careful and make sure you guys contact me if anything happens alright?” Marinette conceded, not knowing that Alya gave a look to Adrien that seemed to give him the hint. With one last thumbs-up directed at the blonde, Alya with Manon on her shoulders carried off to the nearest balloon stand.
Marinette didn’t seem to notice and picked up a conversation with him about anything going on with him, and him vice versa while enjoying their time together. For Adrien, this was the thing he was hoping to enjoy while at the park. And that’s when Adrien fully realized what the hint was that Alya threw at him.
To even the densest of people, AKA Adrien Agreste, he knew that Alya knew about what he knows but is now scared if Marinette knows what he knows that he knows Alya knows. Basically, Adrien just got the hint and realized he is in a picnic blanket spread enjoying his time with his classmate and friend who he may have started to notice as someone he is crushing on.
‘Started to notice my butt! You were smitten by her since your first meeting and only progressed further due to the times you’ve interacted with her as Adrien and when saved and, dare we say it, flirted with her as Chat Noir!’ His inner thoughts strangely sounded like Plagg but Adrien couldn’t delve further into it when he heard Marinette ask him something new.
“How has your photo shoot been?” Caught a bit off guard, Adrien tried to at least sound casual with her and not let his blush show even though she would never see it.
“It’s been pretty okay. It was an impromptu shoot by the photographer who is going a little too into spaghetti.” Adrien tried playing it off.
“But I hope he’s not giving you a hard time.” There were hints of concern from her voice, regardless if she took his comment about the photographer and spaghetti seriously.
“Naaah, Vincent is just a bit more eccentric than most, but he’s alright.”
Adrien wished he could enjoy this time with Marinette for as long as possible, yet fate in the name of Vincent himself spoke otherwise. Already seeing the spaghetti loving photographer nearing, Adrien knew his time was up and was about to say his goodbye to Marinette when Vincent stopped him. Eyeing the two of them, Vincent left his gaze at the Eurasian girl still sitting down with her eyes closed, all while the target of his gaze was still questioning who the new person she felt was standing in front of her.
“You!”
“. . .”
“. . . me?” Marinette was curious at first as to who this new person’s voice was addressing their command to and came up short when she realized this person was addressing her. Pointing at herself got a sound that seemed to agree with her deduction before the person spoke again.
“You are the perfect candidate for my next piece with my model! Adrien, do you not agree?” The man, whom Marinette already guessed as the eccentric Vincent, began walking away and barking orders to his crew to start the next shoot. Adrien was at a loss at the whole interaction before he felt hands reach forward to him.
“A-Adrien, please tell your photographer I think he’s found the wrong girl,” feeling self-conscious about the idea of modeling when she herself can never see it, Marinette is hoping her friend can diffuse the situation.
‘Right. Marinette might be strong and courageous but even she has limits to what she can do . . . and that includes modeling,’ realizing the plight of his friend and personally couldn’t handle the discomfort that was marring her face, Adrien complied.
“Don’t worry Marinette, I’ll talk to him. Just stay right there, I’ll fix this,” Adrien voiced out which helped calm her down before he stood and rushed to stop Vincent from making the changes while leaving Marinette at her picnic spot.
“Vincent! I don’t think my friend is comfortable being in the shoot,” Adrien stated but before he can continue, the photographer in question cut him off.
“Nonsense! She is perfect for the part! See how naturally beautiful she is!” Vincent placed his hands on Adrien’s head and shifted it to observe the beauty he is referring to. Marinette sat still, calmly awaiting the news from Adrien.
‘No doubt about it. Marinette is amazingly beautiful . . . inside and out,’ feeling his redness flood back into his face, he still tried to retort when Vincent showed him what is practically a treasure trove for Adrien.
“Plus, I noticed you were enjoying your time with her in that picnic. You seemed to have found the essence when I meant making love with the spaghetti!” Vincent exclaimed in his heavily accented glee as he showed the various candid photos he must have taken of the two together, smiling and having a great time.
Together.
Alone.
Like a date.
‘I need to have those photos ASAP!’ Reminding himself of why he was asking Vincent, Adrien tried to play off his internal needs for the sake of his friend’s comfort.
“We-weird analogy but thank you I guess?” Adrien said before continuing.
“B-But Marinette said she is not comfortable with being in a photo shoot.”
“Adrien, I am a professional, no? I know exactly what I am doing. If her beauty can be captured candidly like so,” showing yet again the much sought after photo files Adrien needs to get his hands on, Vincent continued.
“Then I bet we can have her retain that essence even in the shoot.”
Adrien was beginning to lose hope since Vincent seemed adamant in having her be his co-model, and being honest with himself Adrien would also like to model with Marinette, but Adrien knows that if she doesn’t want to model then he will respect her wishes. Vincent was going to be an adamant person to convince, but for the sake of Marinette, Adrien will do it.
Looking up to the sky, he started noticing that dark clouds seem to be forming, possibly signaling rain, which was strange for him since Nathalie informed him that morning that because of how good the weather is today she shoehorned in this photo shoot at the park. Keeping an eye out, Adrien felt the breeze slightly pick up as well, and for once he hoped this was all just in his head and some bad weather-forecasting.
He hoped today would still be a peaceful one.
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Le Paon looked on from where the Soul began.
He could see that this Asura would be an interesting one; an Asura with so much destructive power he couldn’t have fathomed to be harnessed from the vessel that was that poor weather girl wannabe. Always observant, like a museum-goer looking onto a masterpiece, Le Paon scrutinized at the Asura he managed to create, or rather the Soul that would eventually grow to be the Asura he needed for his goals.
For when Le Paon has accumulated enough emotions from his victims, he yanks the very corruption he targeted his feathers upon the poor Vessels; thus, a Soul of an Asura is born.
Now comes the fun part for the blue-clad Miraculous user: Forming the beast that would be his Asura. And with an idea that was as ingenious as it was creative, he commanded the Soul even from where he is to take shape.
“Come forth Furfur, Asura of the Storm!” Le Paon’s intentions arose the formation of the beast he has henceforth called Furfur.
A towering beast was taking shape in the middle of Paris.
A monstrosity that was shaped mainly like a deer with its head and hind legs yet had a humanoid like torso and arms, and large bird-like wings on its back. If that was not terrifying enough, its body or form seemed to be made of consistently violent swirling clouds of dark purples and periwinkles, which seemed to consistently move yet retain its shape. Its eyes glowed with a lilac hue and where the antlers should be for this demon were intertwining wisps of wind colored twisters in the same dark purple and periwinkle tones, forming into solid twisters resembling its horns. Purple lightning seems to snake and spread all around the being and a faint light purple glow can be seen pulsating within the middle of the beast, signaling that the beast called Furfur has fully come to life, and as the same eerie blue symbol glowed onto the beast’s eyes, is in full compliance to its master’s desires.
“Go forth and run amok onto the city. Let our heroes come face you, and once you meet the heroes follow these orders exactly.”
The beast was floating unmoving yet has caused the dark grey clouds to form in the sky and gale winds whipped around it passively.
“Retrieve the Cat Miraculous.”
The villain in blue, still hidden in his chamber overlooking the city, gave one more order.
“And as for the Butterfly Miraculous . . .”
If Le Paon’s plans were going to come true, today was his day. With an Asura embodying the very power of weather itself, he was poised he can actually kill two birds with one stone.
“Find it . . . and destroy it . . . by any means necessary.”
With a roar that could very much render the sky itself, the Asura called Furfur by its master enacted its orders.
For Le Paon, today may be his day.
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Aurore awoke to find herself in a bed that was not her own. Still feeling slightly weak, she tried to recall her last moments before falling asleep.
Pain. Anguish. Rage. Intensity. Asura. Le Paon. Guilt.
‘Guilt.’
Guilt for having been used by the villain in blue. Guilt for having created a new Asura. Guilt for having allowed her emotions to be abused all because she lost a competition. Guilt that she didn’t try to be nicer about it to Mireille who won, and for Aurore seeing Mireille herself sitting beside the bed relieved at her being awake made the feeling drive itself further into her.
‘She saw me after Le Paon was done with me,’ Aurore continued to mull over her thoughts as she noted Mireille talking to her phone and hearing the words ‘nursing station’ and ‘still at the station’ thrown around.
‘Even when she must have at least seen the Soul fly away and guessed I was the cause for a new Asura, she saw me and helped me . . .’ Looking at the bedside she noticed her parasol at the side of the chair Mireille was sitting on, and at the table next to her she saw the glass and metal like trophy awarded to her as the new weather girl. Even from the daze of waking up, Aurore can easily catch the slight chip and scuff the trophy must have recently experienced, as though it was haphazardly dropped onto the floor.
‘Mireille was more worried about me than caring for the trophy.’
“I-I’m so sorry Mireille,” tears seem to cloud Aurore’s eyes as she choked out her apology. Aurore’s emotions may not still be fully normal but at least she knows her emotions are at her own control, not anyone else’s. There was nothing said or done for a few moments as Aurore allowed herself to cry it out and Mireille was shocked to hear both an apology and see the tear stricken face of someone who she saw was a proud and confident girl; nonetheless, Mireille gave her the needed time to let her emotions wash over her.
“It’s alright Aurore. I know you were just upset over losing. I am sorry as well for not having reached you faster,” Mireille’s almost hushed yet soothing words help stop Aurore from crying longer. With some tissue paper conveniently within reach for her to take, she padded her eyes and nose as she just realized the last part of Mireille’s words.
“Yo-you have nothing to be sorry about Mireille! I am the one who acted like a sore loser, especially after the host Alec rubbed my loss to my face. I am the one who let Le Paon use my emotions like that! And now . . .” Aurore trailed off as she realized further the depravity of her words stinging her back.
“ . . . A new monster is going to rampage the city. And it’s all my fau—“
“No, it isn’t!”
Aurore was stunned in continuing when she saw Mireille grab both her hands and made her look into her eyes. She was amazed that Mireille could have even spoken that loud before.
“You were never at fault for this Aurore!”
“B-but —“
“Le Paon was the one who took advantage of your emotions and made them something truly horrible! You are just as much of a victim of his nefarious schemes as all of Paris is when a new monster attacks the city, okay?! You are not at fault.” Mireille clutched her hands even further to prove the point.
Aurore, while stunned by her actions, realized what Mireille was doing. That she wasn’t just saying those words to comfort her but to make her realize that blaming oneself when they were the unwilling puppets to the actual evil was removing the blame from the true evil himself. Aurore was a victim just like every other former Vessel of the Asura was and just like every other person being affected by the onslaught wrought out by Le Paon’s insane creations.
“Has anything happened so far?” Aurore asked, fearing the worst in that they were already at the front of the Asura’s wrath.
“Not yet, but I overheard people talking about strange clouds and strong winds coming from the river Seine a while back,” Mireille stated as she saw Aurore wanting to stand up and saw that forcing her to rest again was going to be fruitless.
Grabbing her folded parasol, Aurore looked at Mireille one last time before walking past the door.
“Where are you going? The news outlets have stated that the Asura just now recently formed and is already causing chaos outside!” Mireille said as she showed Aurore her phone presenting a live stream video of a large purple deer like monster which was the likely cause of the dark clouds above it. While the deer like Asura may have initially scared her, Aurore knew she couldn’t just stay here where it could find her again.
“We have to find somewhere else to hide. We need to get to those evacuation centers the police typically set up to wait it out!”
“O-of course! There seems to be one close by!” Mireille exclaimed as her phone showed the location of one relatively close to their location at the TV station. Both girls were already out the door running to the nearest evacuation center typically set up by the police during Asura attacks for the citizens when both noticed the eyes of the Asura peer down onto them.
Suddenly the winds picked up and the girls felt themselves fighting against the strong gale, holding onto each other and onto a nearby sturdy light post. When the winds seem to have calmed a bit down, both girls shuddered as the Asura had a glowing blue symbol onto its eyes, the same symbol meaning Le Paon was currently commanding the beast.
Having instincts override logic, Aurore grabbed Mireille’s hand and used the given time frame to make a run for it. But it was not enough as with a sudden wave of its humanoid hand, the Asura known only to the villain as Furfur shot purple lightning bolts towards the two girls.
Aurore didn’t have time to process anything at that moment before she felt something push her and now realized her and Mireille were now separated by a dome that seemed to be made of the same violent purple wind and lightning as the beast. Aurore, grabbing onto her parasol, tried to strike it only for her to falter back from pushback force the dome made.
Mireille was now trapped inside after she pushed Aurore away and saved her. The beast, seemingly now uninterested at Aurore, raised a hand at the evacuation center itself and with the same lightning bolt trapped it in the same stormy prison that ensnared Mireille. The Asura, feeling sated from having imprisoned more people, flew up above the rooftops, raising its hands as purple lightning bolts rained down, effectively capturing random civilians in similar thunder domes.
Aurore looked back at Mireille just banging at the dome from the inside. Mireille did what she thought was her only option at the moment and pushed Aurore away, and now Aurore did what she thought was her only option at current.
Aurore Beauréal ran.
Aurore Beauréal ran towards the Asura with her parasol.
Aurore Beauréal ran towards the powerful weather based Asura with her parasol demanding it let go of the people like Mireille who saved her life. Let go of her friend.
Aurore Beauréal would not have it anymore. She was not going to let Le Paon win if she has anything to say about it. In this fight or flight response, Aurore chose to fight.
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Adrien Agreste hid.
Not because he had to hide from the Asura he saw and heard coming a mile away since he was a scaredy-cat, but because he needed to find a place to hide from the public when he needed to fight as a cat.
Or rather transform first so he can fight. That is if he can get his stupid Cat Kwami to wake up from its nap first. Shaking the tiny Cat shaped being of Destruction, Adrien needed him awake as soon as possible.
“C’mon Plagg! There’s a new Asura on the loose!”
“. . . I am sleeping,” the Kwami named Plagg said while supposedly still being asleep. Not at all surprised by the laziness of his Kwami even in the face of danger, Adrien knew he has to bring out the big guns.
Or rather big cheese.
Wafting the smelly Camembert cheese he begrudgingly keeps close to him in front of the ‘sleeping’ Kwami was enough to awaken it from its supposed slumber. But before Plagg could savor the snack, Adrien managed to voice out the command he needed.
“Plagg, Claws Out!”
Where once Adrien Agreste hid, the fully transformed Chat Noir came out and ready to face the monstrous being head-on. Publicly running to the front of the Park with his staff ready, he saw the Asura steady its movement. Both Asura and Miraculous Hero of Paris stared each other before the deer like monstrosity raised its hands up, shooting up to the dark cloudy sky a single lightning bolt. Mere moments passed before a torrential rain of the same purple lightning came striking down around the whole park area.
Chat Noir kept on dodging the bolts that seem to trap anyone onto wind-based dome like prisons. Already assuming being struck with one would mean being trapped as well, Chat was thankful that he was avoiding them the best that he could. Nearing the Asura, Chat Noir propelled himself forward with his staff, spinning it above his head as to strike down the weather beast. The Asura managed to catch on and flapped its large wings forward, causing the same passively strong winds surrounding it to gain more speed and effectively rendering Chat’s propulsion to fail with him falling away from it.
Getting back up to his feet, Chat could at least gather that as long as the Asura was using its long wings to continuously cause strong gusts it would be too busy to shoot out lightning bolts. That was a potential plus but also a problem for Chat seeing as trying to get close to it would only make it use its wings to blow him away while being at a distance to let it stop and use its hands to shoot out imprisoning bolts. Looking around the area of the park, he already saw a ton of people trapped in their own stormy domes, including his bodyguard, Vincent and the crew.
‘There has to be a way to get through this weather Asura without weathering myself out,’ Chat internally punned and sought out the time he knew he had to wait before his partner shows up, but before he could continue biding his time he heard the same voice that just a while ago laughed and made his heart sore now yell in urgency.
She was now using her voice to cry out people’s names.
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“Alya! Manon! Are you alright!” Marinette rushed forward, trying not to stumble due to the strong winds to where she can guess they were based on their voices even in the weather.
“We’re okay Marinette but we’re just trapped,” Alya tried to reassure-shout it out at Marinette through the windy prison but knowing now that they were trapped by something Marinette couldn’t even see was worrying her even more.
“Manon, I am so sorry! I knew I should have stayed with you! I am such a bad babysitter!”
“Don’t worry Marinette! Alya is here to help and at least you’re safe,” Manon reassured her just like how Marinette reassured her back at home.
“It’s true Marinette, thank goodness you’re unhar— look out!”
Marinette wasn’t able to comprehend what exactly just happened but all she now assumed was that someone must have saved her from being hit by whatever imprisoned Alya and Manon and that she now finds herself in a bridal carry by her savior before she felt her savior run away from the commotion.
“You okay, princess?” A whisper close to her ears with a voice she clearly knows made her realize who her knight in shining armor, or rather black leather, is.
“Chat Noir, thank you for saving me.” Unintentionally snuggling closer to her savior in black, she failed to notice her own blush nor the blush emanating from Chat Noir.
“It’s part of the job as a Hero, princess. How about we bring you somewhere safe?”
“My house is above the bakery. You can just drop me at the balcony.”
Running now towards their destination and further away from the now seemingly busy Asura, Chat asked her.
“Ar-are you sure? Won’t your family be worried?”
“Don’t worry, I can just quickly holler at them from below I got home safe thanks to a certain Hero,” flicking the bell attached to his collar, Marinette giggled which Chat found to be enchanting.
“W-well then! H-hold on tight, Purr-incess!” Having her latch onto his neck, Chat Noir steadied his staff to extend all the way to the balcony where he graciously dropped her.
“W-well while it would be lovely to continue Chat-ting, this Hero needs to take down that maelstrom menace.” Chat clarified to his audience of one.
“Thank you for saving me once again Chat Noir, I am starting to think you might have favorites in saving from danger,” Marinette smiled somewhat knowingly, as though she was flirting back at him.
Too stunned for silence all he could say where mumbles Marinette could not pick up, no matter how good her hearing was. To this Marinette could only giggle, which Chat drank in with his ears.
“T-take care, princess. This Chat has to make this as right as rain for Paris again!” Chat shot off, where the Asura seems to have taken a route towards the busier commercial districts of Paris.
Waving at where she assumed Chat was a moment ago, Marinette waited before she could feel that she was truly alone.
“Marinette, the coast is clear,” Nooroo confirmed her assumptions and helped her relax before Marinette grabbed one of the many wooden butterfly houses she has around her balcony’s sky garden. Careful in going down her ladder, Marinette found herself in the safety and privacy of her bedroom. Giving a quick shout from the stairs to where she assumed her parents could hear her that she was safe and just staying in her bedroom after being saved, she locked the door and placed the seemingly simple wooden butterfly home onto her desk with her and Nooroo sitting in front of it.
It was a fairly simple butterfly house that she already had bought when she first decided to have a garden in her balcony. Shaped similarly to a birdhouse, the butterfly houses have instead long vertical slits at the front and a small hinge or door at the back for people to place inside the caterpillars and the food it needs to eventually to grow and eventually leave through the slits as a butterfly.
Except for Marinette’s case, as she was about to open the back door of the house, they were no ordinary butterflies.
With an opening, a sudden flurry of pinkish white flow escaped from the small ornamental home. Even without her sight, Marinette knew they were basically dancing around her and fluttered around her room, carefully landing as to not cause any sound nor damage to the furniture. Nooroo floated up to see Marinette pluck something from the inner pocket of her jacket lined by a zipper. It was a simple oval shaped jeweled brooch colored in a vibrant purple.
“I know I usually have to wear this already, but I also know that it would be kind of weird or suspicious if I wore this on me without something to cover it up,” Marinette stated out loud as she began putting it on at the collar of her shirt.
“Good thinking in having a zipper added onto an inner pocket, Marinette!” Nooroo excitedly stated as he did initially have his concerns of having the Miraculous just randomly placed in a pocket where it could accidentally be dropped. Nodding at Nooroo, Marinette stated the command she needed for her own transformation.
“Nooroo, Wings Flutter!”
Within a moment Nooroo magically got sucked into the brooch as it sprouts 2 pairs of long thin butterfly-like wings of translucent pink fabric, but that alone is not the end of her transformation. Almost immediately is Marinette flooded by magic far grander and older than any have ever heard or unheard of; pinkish-purple light dance around her body as her outfit is realized into being. And as quick as any sequence of transformation can be, now stood a different person with a whole new look.
While her hair may still be styled the same, her hair ties are now thin lavender ties with the ends extending longer and almost defying gravity as it coils at its own ends like antennae of a butterfly. A beautiful light purple tailcoat with puffy shoulders are designed with sleeves from where the shoulder and the upper limb meet down to her wrist in a darker purple color both ending in butterfly winged edges, and at the top part are rimmed in white and flecked with sparkle while gloves of the same color as her tailcoat cover her hands. A pastel purple body suit starts at her neck in a ruffled form, which is also where her Miraculous resides slightly below, all the way to her legs that meet to knee-length boots designed similarly to her sleeves. Her coattails end not in the usual two but instead four tails, also rimmed and flecked with white and sparkle. At the part of her tailcoat above her posterior comes a clasp and attached are shimmery light purple and pink fabric designed as translucent butterfly wings while a butterfly-shaped mask-like visor covers her eyes in the same translucent shades. A cane manifests into her arms and appears to be a smooth rod that starts white at the bottom but gradients into the same purples as her outfit at which a rounded part on top has a smooth round ornate pink and purple stone.
Overall her design perfectly mirrors the name she gave herself when first taking on the mantle of the Miraculous user of Transformation.
Lady Fairy.
Leaning onto her cane, she allowed one of the various butterfly-like forms touch her nose. With a gentle whisper, as though she was soothing the corporeal insect shaped light, she let it gently fly out her window.
Lady Fairy could only hope her request can come sooner first before her usual routine in letting it fly out to do her job, despite flying literally against a windstorm.
“Fly forth my little Fae but first find Chat Noir.” Lady Fairy paused as she worded out her next command, mainly for herself but she also hoped her Fae already knew what its next goal was.
“Only then when we coordinate, can we find someone worthy to be our Champion!”
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End Note References / Tidbits
Le Paon is the name of the villain since he controls the Peacock Miraculous.
The terms Asura, Soul of an Asura, & Vessels. When I found out that in the canon feathers were called Amok, the process was called Amokization, and the monsters were called Senti-Monsters, I was like meh about the terms. So I decided to use terms I wanted to use since I wanted it to fit into this narrative I plan on building.
Asura - are based from Hindu (Indian) myth and are the names of powerful but malevolent or power seeking demi-gods; hence, they are kinda similar to the Akuma (Japanese for Demon). I thought the name seemed more fitting than Amok or Senti-Monster.
Soul of the Asura - I didn’t want the process of the Peacock & Butterfly Miraculous to be exactly the same (possessing an object) like in the Canon so I decide to change it so that for the Peacock, the feather heightens and then harnesses the emotions of the person enough until it can become a catalyst or ‘Soul’ that an Asura can be formed. This also, in my opinion, makes it harder to battle Asuras since the Souls could very much be hidden within the monsters’ bodies and that the heroes may need to severely damage the monster first before getting through to the Soul to destroy it. It is possible for the Soul to remake its body if given enough time.
Vessels – Seeing as my narrative might delve into more realistic or mature themes, I did want to delve into the concept a lot of fan-creators have already discussed which the aftermath for victims being known targets of the villain. I know some fan-writers have already expounded on the concept of people/society seeing people differently after knowing they were Akumatized in the Canon, so I want to also explore on that idea. I decided on the term ‘Vessel’ since I thought it seemed like an appropriate label.
The name Le Paon gave the Asura along with its description is based on the Furfur, one of the 72 demons found in the Ars Goetia of the Lesser Key of Solomon (A collection of grimoire books). The demon specifically was stated to have the power to create thunderstorms, cyclones and other weather related powers. Whether I continue using this reference or use other references, we’ll just have to see in future stories.
