I'm Ladybug?!

Chapter 1

IN THE FUTURE...
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I felt a manic glee pulse through my veins.

We were finally here, the nest of all those akuma. The source of all and every single problem that had arisen during my time as a supposed hero.

I clenched my fist in anticipation, apprehension coursed throughout my whole being at the prospect at beating the wretched man up those stairs until he was black and blue. Until he was nothing but a quivering mess at my feet. Until he had payed for what he'd done to me.

I looked around the abandoned observatory, looking at what looked to be an old reception converted storage room. The smell inside was stale and I felt like I was inhaling dust, I held my breath and observed the room though I couldn't see much. It was almost pitch black, the world was tinted dark blue from the night sky that filtered through the windows high above, running around the walls in a glass strip.

I felt a breeze wash over my face. Across the room to one side I saw a door leading to the outside

I turned towards the old rusted metal door that was creaking precariously on its hinges. It was gateway to the semi corroded stairs hanging on side to the building, leading to the observatory where he lingered, oblivious to my incoming presence. Oblivious to his incoming downfall.

My footfalls were quiet and slow as I ascended, each step silent and purposeful. The wind caught my hair and stung my cheeks. A chill came about me. Day had set hours ago, night crawled in and claimed its place in the sky. The city lights below glowed celestially, casting iridescent lights which blurred together in a low haze. I would be transfixed had I come here any other night but tonight. But I had business here. Business that couldn't be left at loose ends.

I grit my teeth and pressed forward at with a new vigour, the weapon held in white knuckled grip dropped and whirred fiercely, emitting a unsettling glow illuminating one side of my face and sending the other amongst the shadows.

I reached the top of the stairs.

A door blocked my path leading inside, I kicked it wide open leaving it hanging lopsidedly on one of its hinges. I had no time to ponder as the sight before me- a man with a grin too wide, a hand too slow, and two oh so innocent faces caught in the raging inferno- had new rage blooming in my chest.

Blood pumped, seared, soared through my veins.

He was turning, the ivory butterflies around him seemed to swirl and pulse as they gathered around the man I had spent what felt like lifetimes looking for. Tiny winged bodies formed a cocoon around him and dispersed within the same instant. Revealing a man I had barely any time to recognise before a strangled high pitched voice, choked with shock, rang out.

"Dad?!"

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PRESENT

I tripped, falling harshly to the ground and scraping my palms as I tried my best to cushion my unexpected stumble and fall. Mocking laughter reached my ears as I dazedly looked around.

People milled around, spreading from the direction behind me- but that wasn't right, I was walking home from work in the rain. Alone. It was night (or morning depending how you looked on it) and my shift ended at the time between late as hell and early as fuck. No one would be walking at this time of day (or night) and especially not this many people.

I looked around and felt dread curl up within me. It looked like I was lost. Really lost. So lost in fact that everyone was speaking an entire different language. Maybe I was in the wrong side of town. People speaking French is common in Canada, right? I had only just moved and hadn't gotten well acquainted in the area, all I need to do is to ask for some questions. Easy. Quick. Simple.

Only it wasn't easy, quick or simple. Talking to people wasn't high on my things to do list. And people in an entire different language? Please save me the embarrassment, save yourself the second hand embarrassment and just quietly ignore my entire existence, thank you.

Nodding to myself and immediately stopping because that was cringey as hell- what was I, a kid?- I looked and noticed a hand reaching out to me. I looked up, following from hand to elbow to shoulder to neck to chin to cheek and stopping there to save myself the anxiety of looking a person in the eye. I quickly grasped their hand and hauled myself up, muttered a quick merci and did my best to create distance between myself and the other human.

I speed walked down the road/street/avenue/whatever-you-wanted-to-call-it looking down at my feet moving one in front of the other noticing something peculiar. I was wearing something odd. My whole body pulsed with alarm. If I was wearing those, then what was I wearing on top? When I noticed less feet and noise in general, I stopped to glance at myself in a passing glass window, hoping my clothes weren't as flashy as my shoes. And stopped when I looked into eyes I've never seen before and a face I don't recognise looking straight back at me.

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Rousing into consciousness so suddenly in an environment unfamiliar to oneself could really do a thing to your state of mind-breathebreathebreathe-whatingod'snameishappening-what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- I would certainly know, having it happen to me in the most jarring manner.

But I won't bore you with the nitty gritty details- nails digging into my-no his hair blood seepingfallingdripping- or the bloopers of myself atempting to become an entirely new person-a pale face bright blueblueblue eyes-notmine notmine notmine- and just get to the part where life began again, well. Not that it could possibly begin after becoming an entire new person, but. It's the thought that counts right?

Not that life began again- that is, not for me at least. No.

I wasn't that resilient.

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A/N: I just wanna let everyone know that this is gonna be a Semi-AU fic, when I first thought of this fic my main inspo for it was the original PV and the concept art they made, so the powers and weapons are gonna be a little different from canon, I think I might change the lore too but we'll see if we get that far😭

I literally started writing this years ago😭 and it's been sat in my google docs gathering dust lmao I've had this idea for ages and I dont think I've seen much of male marinette (personally that is) tho so I decided to take a shot at it myself.

This first chapter is from years ago (like 4-5 years ago now💀💀) so and my writing style has changed somewhat since then, so if its feels a little off balance in the upcoming chapters that's probably why.

The cover art is by me btw i just made it real quick💀

Please tell me what yall liked- leave a comment and a vote if you did like this chapter!💖🧡💕