Waking up without Tikki and with a small little blue bird-like thing snoozing away on Marinette’s pillow was definitely warranted screaming.
At least in Marinette’s opinion.
“A-aw no, please, d-don’t scream,” the little blue thing cooed, its lip trembling. “Y-you’ll make me…” it burst into tears, very glittery tears.
“Wh-who are you?!” Marinette tried to project as much patience into her voice as possible but it was hard when she didn’t have any.
It kept bawling, desperately wiping away tears. “P-Plume. M-My name is Plume.”
Marinette chewed her lip, fear for Tikki making her heart race in her chest. “Are you a kwami, Plume?”
Plume brightened, wiping away stray tears as she fought to smile. “Yes! I’m your kwami!”
“Y-you, but, I didn’t, but what’s- where’s the miraculous?” And Tikki, where’s my Tikki.
Plume’s eyes dropped. “Check your hair and your ears, Ladybug.” her voice was solemn.
Marinette hesitantly lifted a hand to her hair, finding the short dark hair elegantly pinned back with a peacock pin rather than in its usual pigtails. Her fingers at her ear, she noticed no earrings that marked her as Ladybug.
“I-I, when? H-How? Tikki?” Marinette could feel the prickle of tears.
Plume sighed, floating over to perch on her shoulder. “Tikki had some business to attend to, Miss Marinette. I promise, she didn’t at all want to leave. She put the miraculous in your hair as you slept. She gives you her love.”
“W-Will she be back?” Her TIkki, her Tikki was gone.
Plume’s smile was bright and radiant. “Oh yes! Soon, very soon! I am her stand-in! Plume, at your service. When you say ‘transform me’, you become Aviaire!”
Marinette was still wrapping her head around the fact that Tikki was gone. She had left, with no goodbye, no warning.
“Oh, Miss Marinette,” Plume gently brushed aside the tears that slid down Marinette’s cheek. “Tikki will be back very soon.”
Marinette sniffled. “Th-Thank you Plume. Now,” Marinette wiped the rest of her tears with the heel of her hand before putting on a bright smile. “Tell me all about Aviaire.”
Plume, Marinette noticed, was very… emotional. When she was happy, she seemed like her whole world was full of bright sunshine. When she was upset, the world seemed dark and dreary with no sunlight to break through the heavy clouds.
Plume was very pretty too. Marinette loved the deep blue color of her and her feathers were so lovely with their dots of red. The red dot in the center of Plume’s forehead reminded Marinette of the Hindi wedding fashion she had studied for her designs.
“So, urr that’s pretty much it. I don’t think I forgot anything.” Plume’s smile was beautiful. “That’s never happened before.”
Marinette smiled. “I know how you feel.”
“Are you feeling better, Miss Marinette?” Plume asked, with affection in her eyes.
“Just Marinette is fine. Yes, yes, I’m better.” As great as I could be without my kwami.
“Marinette! You’ll be late!” Marinette’s mother called.
Marinette didn’t even make it to school when she heard the screams.
“Already?” Marinette groaned. “Well, Plume, are you ready?”
Plume floated out of Marinette’s bag. “Absolutely!”
“Tikki, transform me!” Marinette called.
Plume stared at her, a little sheepish.
“Oh,” Marinette blushed. “Sorry, Plume, transform me!”
The transformation was different from Ladybug’s. Blue, rather than red, sparks covered her, leaving a suit in their wake. The suit itself was a work of art. Not as practical as her Ladybug suit but what could she expect from a peacock miraculous?
Two fans like rows of peacock feathers were attached to her hips. Marinette was cloaked, the clasp over her collarbone. The cloak fell behind her, designed like a peacock’s tail feathers. The suit itself slid from a deep blue at her shoulders to a light, sky blue at her hips where it ended in a skirt. Marinette could appreciate a good skirt but fighting in one could definitely prove to be a challenge. Her legs were clad in black, the same material as the part of the suit that covered her chest and torso. Three feathers shot out from the middle of Marinette’s blue mask.
Sure, it was very pretty, but she would have to test its practicality.
As she ran for the akuma, the cloak billowed around her. Marinette could almost swear it was making her faster.
The akuma, it seemed, was putting the city of Paris to sleep. They glided down the streets leisurely in a beautiful dress like the night sky, emitting a perfume into the air. People in the vicinity immediately dropped, not dead, but asleep. The akuma hummed quietly, a lullaby-like tune.
“Hey! Your singing is awful!” Marinette- no, Aviaire yelled, trying to catch their attention.
The akuma turned slowly to her. “Ha, Ladybug, you are no match for… who are you?”
Aviaire rolled her eyes. “None of your business.”
“Well, whoever you are, I am Dreary Dream, and I shall take yours, Ladybug’s, and Chat Noir’s miraculouses!” Dreary Dream laughed, soothing voice gone. “Now come here, little birdy.”
Aviaire laughed. “In your dreams.”
She held her breath as she flipped over the akuma, searching and scanning for the akuma’s object.
“Who are you?!” Aviaire sighed. That was definitely Chat’s voice. How was she going to explain this.
Aviaire turned to see Chat who was standing very defensively, claws out, a near snarl on his face. “Territorial, are you, kitty?”
“No offense, but the last time we had a new ‘hero’ they turned out to be an akuma that nearly took my Lady’s miraculous.” Chat growled. “It’s not happening again.”
“Lucky for you, your Lady isn’t going to turn up-”
“Cease your banter!” Dreary Dream rolled their eyes. “Give me your miraculouses!”
Chat rolled his eyes before launching himself at the akuma, quickly bringing them to the ground. “Hard to fight in a dress, isn’t it? I was definitely better than you at it, though.” Chat grinned.
“Check the earrings!” Aviaire called.
She could see Chat grimace, reaching for the earrings that seemed to emit the perfume.
“Chat, look out!”
Chat dropped aside, very much asleep.
“That stupid kitten.” Aviaire muttered, fans wielded.
She held the fan up to her nose, waving it to ward off the perfume and headed over to the akuma who was struggling under Chat’s dead weight.
“Not today, Hawk Moth,” Aviaire smiled, breaking the earring in half and letting the akuma out. “Plume!” Aviaire buried her face in her hands. “You didn’t tell me how to cure!”
Aviaire caught the butterfly in her hands, already feeling its evil seep into her skin. “Um, uh, miraculous ladybug? Uh… miraculous paon? Miraculous peacock? Dammit, Plume- whoa.”
Aviaire’s words broke off as a light glowed between her gloves. The blue light faded away and she spared a peek at the little butterfly in her hands. It was white, pure and free of evil.
Aviaire sighed, letting the butterfly go. “Now how do I…”
Just hold your cloak in both hands and give a lil shake! Plume had said. Aviaire held up her cloak in both hands, and shook from side to side.
Sparkles flowed from the cloak, turning into white feathers as they swept up by the wind. The people began lifting their heads, eyes still full of sleepiness. The damage Dreary Dream had caused erased.
“Did you… just cleanse the akuma? Where is… where is my Lady?” Chat’s voice was quiet, still cold.
“Chat,” Aviaire sighed. “Look, I didn’t use my power and neither did you. Let’s meet at the Eiffel Tower in five? I’ll explain everything.”
“What if you kill me and take my miraculous?” Chat raised an eyebrow.
Aviaire rolled her eyes. “When has Hawkmoth ever sent out two akumas at once? He can only have one champion. I thought you would have more observation skills than that, kitty.”
“Don’t call me that.” his voice was venom. “I’ll meet you there but don’t expect me to trust you.”
lmao when did i write this peacock mari holy shit