Special chapter!
Wings
by thepeacockandthebutterfly
Felix sat on a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge as he gazed over the landscape. Fear settled into his stomach, having found a home for itself there ever since the threat of battle had been made aware to them.
"What are we going to do if we lose?" he sighed to himself. The image of eerie purple eyes filled his mind as he recalled what Marinette had relayed to them about the butterfly's appearance. He looked down at the street below, wondering how it would feel to fall.
To let the wind catch his body and pull him downward. Wrapping around him in a rush of cool air just precious seconds before he would hit the ground. Body absorbing the impact of smooth stone to splatter into flecks of blood and bone across the pavement.
He wondered what his teammates would think. What his brother would think. What Marinette would think.
It was with this wonder that he found himself leaning forward, testing the limits of his own bodily strength and gravity's pull. A movement that was just too far, sending him plummeting downward.
He broke free of the thoughts that had clouded his mind, panicking suddenly.
"I'm not ready to die now!" he cried into the air, "Nooroo, help me!"
Pain arced through him like a lightning bolt piercing his mind, body, and soul. A line of connection that flowed through him and connected to the brooch that sat between his collarbones. Purple surrounded him in a dizzy haze until he felt he was drowning, suddenly seeing the lines that connected him to everyone else.
Life.
And death.
And then his wings broke free, tearing their way out of his shoulder blades and hanging heavy behind him as he fell.
Seconds felt like an eternity as he spread them, instincts taking over, and flapped downward. He went soaring up, suddenly as light as a feather as he sailed above. Each person below was a tiny spark of life that caught his eye, he could see their emotions.
Their pain, anger, sadness, happiness, regret.
He landed back on the rooftop, craning his head to look back at the light membranes that now adorned his back.
A deep wine purple tone began in the center before fading outward into a pale lavender.
Felix took a deep breath, tears welling up in his eyes. He understood now, what it meant to be the butterfly miraculous. "Nooroo...thank you."
His brooch beeped softly, sending him into his transformation so that he could take his cane and turn on the communications system. Vulpin's startled face filled the camera's view as he ran along Paris's roofs.
We've got a problem, guys!" he called, the wind ripping at his face as he ran across the rooftops.
His eyes looked directly at the screen, a hollow sort of terror filling the cerulean pools. "I found the dark butterfly."
Fonce felt terror flood his veins again, but he got up shakily and began his run to where Vulpin was.
Please let us survive this.
Fonce made it in time to see Fonce and Ladybug battling with deadly arcs of black and pink light that crackled together in a display of bright and dark sparks. He watched for a moment, not wanting to get in Ladybug's way. But the moment he saw Ladybug falter, he was casting his magic outward, calling up a Champion to defend her.
A shield met Fenwa's clawed fingers just in time as his Champion leapt to protect Ladybug.
Fonce concentrated from where he hovered in the air, calling upon his ability to create such a Champion. Channeling all his strength and feelings into the chosen one, pushing him to protect and fight.
Take your time to rest now, Marinette, then you can fight again.
Ladybug looked at Fonce, and he reveled in the closeness they shared, knowing that she had understood his nonverbal message. Thank you. He nodded, seeming to be able to read her mind...just as she could understand every one of his little mannerisms. After all, you never really forget your first love. He watched as Ladybug closed her eyes and took a deep breath, chasing away her aches and pains before snapping her yoyo out.
Vulpin charged forward while Fenwa was distracted, bringing his flute around to smash into her. Fonce carefully controlled his Champion to flank the heroes.
He didn't see the new villain appear in the form of Sombre. He didn't see the deadly arrows that sped towards him. He, being too deep in concentration, was struck in the arm holding his staff. He howled as the cane fell to crash on the ground, thin fingers pulling the arrow out of his arm and then trying to staunch the blood flowing from the deep puncture while zooming down to find his staff. The Champion flickered, but continued to fight before wavering one last time and disappearing as Fonce could no longer channel his magic through his cane.
Ladybug, be safe.
Fonce came back up to the battle just as Fenwa moved forward, sending a orb of black lightning crushing into Paon's chest.
"NO!" Fonce screamed as he flew faster than ever before to catch his father's body before it could hit the ground.
Fonce's eyes were like steel. A blue so cold it was grey. He placed his father's injured body beside Vulpin and Queen Bee, flying forward to attack Fenwa.
She sneered, wiping away the blood dripping into her eyes from the gash above her eye. "Your father failed, boy. What makes you think you can do any more than him?"
"Because I care enough for these people to die," Fonce said bluntly, eyes flickering to where Ladybug crouched beside Nino, a comforting hand resting on his back. But when she felt his eyes settle on her, she got up and walked to stand beside him, the picture of strength.
Ladybug's eyes were pleading, begging even, but her face was a smooth stone slab and her voice was equally unwavering. "Alya, please come back to us." The strength in her voice broke only for a moment then, revealing her feelings.
Something inside Fenwa twitched, trying to awaken. But the dark butterfly pushed it down, pulling on the proverbial puppet strings it used to control Fenwa. "You don't understand, Ladybug. YOU did this to me."
Fonce didn't listen to their verbal battle, he just closed his eyes and reached out with his senses. Nooroo had told him that each butterfly was a Champion, they could become a knight in emergency situations. But the true Champions came when the butterfly was melded to a worthy soul through a treasured item. So Fonce looked through the souls of every child, creature, and adult in Paris. Some of them were dim, flickers of anger or other negative emotions leaking off of them. That was what he looked for as Hawkmoth. But as Fonce? He picked the bravest soul, the one that gleamed with a fighting spirit.
"Come, my Champion, and fight for your city and all things light!" A white butterfly took on a dazzling golden light and soared off into the city, settling in the golden locket that nestled against his Champion's heart. "Come, Vif!"
Fenwa, noticing the summoning, tried to cut Fonce down, but Ladybug stepped in front, the strength in her eyes a blazing blue fire. "Don't you dare," she said menacingly, her yoyo flying out in an arc to meet Fenwa's hands.
A blinding white light shone over the battlefield and landed among them. A girl who burned with a light so pure it began to eat away at the darkness inside Fenwa. The dark butterfly was anxious, fluttering madly, ordering her to take action. So she did.
Fenwa leaped forward and her fingers found the chain around the girl's neck. Vif sneered at the villainess and made a slicing motion. The strands of light cut at Fenwa, opening bleeding wounds on her skin and fracturing the dark butterfly's control.
But Fenwa's fingers had already closed around the golden necklace, ripping it off Vif and easily breaking the locket. The white butterfly flew out, looking tired, and made its way back to Fonce where it fluttered its wings gently against his cheek before fading into his staff.
"You did well, Vif," he whispered to the butterfly, casting out his magic and watching as the brave human girl vanished back to her home.
Ladybug had frozen in awe of the floating golden and silver sparks that were the pure magic that the butterfly was capable of. Fonce, too, was watching, amazed by the potential for good and light that he had now. Fenwa was not distracted and she was angry...rather, the butterfly was angry. It screamed from within Fenwa, sending out a wave of deadly onyx lightning.
Fonce saw the light right before he was hit, not having time to move away. He fell, slamming into the ground and lying so very still, mask receding along with his transformation.
I'm so sorry, sweet. I have failed you.
HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!
My baby is 1 year old! I poured so much of myself and my life into this little fanfiction and I'm so honored that so many people read and enjoyed this story. Wings has been a part of my life for a year now! I actually can't believe that I managed to finish this fanfiction and that it's been a year since I posted that first chapter. That chapter that changed my life.
This special chapter was from Fonce's point of view. My favorite character as we watched him grow and mature throughout Wings. I hope you all loved this chapter and I hope you all loved Wings as much as I did!
Thank you to my faithful readers! I love you all!
-thepeacockandthebutterfly ;)
(reminder that my current fanfiction is Locks of Ebony and Gold, a Rapunzel AU that you all should really check out!)