Ok I'm officially on the bandwagon with this fandom now.

This plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone. I hope it's as fun to write as it was to read! The first chapter is more action heavy, but trust me when I say the fluff, the angst, the drama and the romance are gonna hit you all full force very soon!

Enjoy :)


All That Jazz

Chapter One

It was supposed to be an ordinary day.

Well as ordinary as a day could be for Paris' superhero duo, Ladybug and Chat Noir.

"So what's the situation?" the aforementioned Lady swung down to her partner's side, peering over the rooftop at the man causing havoc down on the street. It was hard to focus today, but the plucky heroine tried to ignore her feelings of discontent. Not only had this stupid spring downpour meant that the picnic she'd planned with Ayla, Nino and Adrien had to be cancelled, but because of this stupid Akuma attack she'd probably be up past midnight catching up on homework!

She shook her head, now wasn't the time to feel sorry for herself. She was Ladybug after all, and the city needed a hero who wasn't so wrapped up in her own selfish wants or needs.

"Well my Lady, it appears we've got another Akuma who likes playing with time." Chat Noir grinned slyly and explained the situation. This particular Akuma attack seemed pretty serious. Time Twister was his name and, from the looks of things, his attack weapon was an antique walking stick. The man was old, small and spindly, but hyper powerful due to the Akuma that raged within him, controlling his every movement. Whatever he touched with his walking stick seemed to transform into an older version of itself. Cars turned into horse and carts, mobiles turned into CB radios and dial-phones, the concrete streets became cobblestones where he walked, but most disconcerting of all was what happened when he touched people.

Ladybug watched with horror as Time Twister pointed his walking stick towards none other than her best friend Alya. When it touched her she screamed and disappeared in a flash of white light. In her place was a young dark skinned woman, dressed like a hippie, who clearly had no idea what was going on. She promptly passed out. Marinette wanted to scream and cry out for her best friend. Fear clutched her chest, making it difficult to breathe, but all Ladybug could do was narrow her eyes at the scene. This was going to be tough, possibly their toughest mission yet. The pair of them leapt off the side of the building and onto the street, discussing tactics as they went.

"We can't get too close to that cane; if we get hit we're history!" Chat cried looking towards her. The rain began to beat down even harder than before, making his ears flatten from the weight of the water. Chat frowned, not only did he hate the rain (an after effect of being a cat) but the visibility was getting poorer by the second. Meanwhile Adrien tried best not to think about what had happened to one of his few friends, burying his fear in another clever pun. Despite the inner turmoil she was feeling, Marinette still had time to roll her eyes at him.

"Very clever kitty, but we've got to make sure we get the cane or the whole city will be, as you say, history" She smirked and even with the quotation marks she used, his heart still did flips at her mimicry of his joke- and her calling him kitty.

God he was in far too deep.

"LADYBUG! CHAT NOIR!"

Chat looked up just in time to spot the mind-controlled maniac rushing towards them, cane brandished high, ready to strike at any moment. The rain made it impossible to see his approach and (with a sense of utmost dread Chat realised) had deadened his cat-like reflexes. It was like a slow-motion train wreck, the cane loomed ever closer, the old man's face screwed up in demented triumph. Adrien steeled himself, ready to pay the price for his moment of weakness...

A pair of strong hands jolted him out of harm's way and Chat went tumbling to the ground, rolling uncontrollably before he slammed into a shop window. The glass cracked with the force of the impact. He looked up-

Green eyes met blue. The cane struck Ladybug and, before Chat could even register what was happening, his lady vanished in a flash of white light.


It wasn't raining anymore.

That was the first thought that popped into Marinette's mind as she stared unblinkingly at the dark ceiling.

Oh. There's also a ceiling.

It occurred to her that she really should be panicking right now but all she could feel was a dull sense of numbness, like having a dream fall out of your head just after waking, she felt like she was missing something she couldn't quite grasp.

That was when the headache struck her; a throbbing, pounding pain at the temples which made her want to shut her eyes and hide under a blanket for the next twenty years. She rolled onto her side, groaning, getting on to her knees. Where was she? What was happening? She felt dizzy, lost, sick, all coupled with a growing sense of dread.

A pair of rough hands seized her, dragging her upwards, and she gave a strangled cry as she was forced into a wall. Her brain felt like it was going to explode, black spots formed in her vision, making it difficult to see. She tried blinking a few times and, thankfully, her eyes seemed to refocus. Standing in front of her was a young man, probably a few years older than herself, with dark slick-backed hair and bright blue eyes. His face was clean cut and chiselled but also contorted into an expression of rage. Without any warning, her memories hit her harder than her headache and she reeled-

The rain. The Akuma. Time Twister. Cane. Chat about to get struck. She couldn't let him get hit. She had to-

Oh god what had she done?!

"Who are you and what have you done with her?!" The man gasped, his grip on her collar tightening. Marinette couldn't understand a word he was saying, his words had come out rushed and gruff, but she picked up on a few words. English! He was speaking English.

"Who are you and what have you done with her?!" He repeated, and she understood better this time. His hands were shaking against her collarbone. Marinette was unsure if it was in fear or rage but one thing was for definite, he was going to get the hell off her. Now. Using the last of her strength, she grabbed one of his arms and twisted her whole body around from her hips, breaking his hold and promptly slamming him against the wall instead. She wanted to grin at her crafty little manoeuvre, but decided that would only escalate the situation.

"My name is Ladybug." She replied in slow, somewhat broken English. She wondered why his eyes widened in response, and tried to keep her voice calm even as her vision swam before her. "I...look after Paris. I'm sorry. I don't know who you are talking about, but I'm...not...I'm not going to fight you." Her words slipped back to her native tongue as she herself slipped into darkness, falling to the ground and into unconsciousness.


Gone. She had gone.

Chat was finding it extremely hard not to lose his mind as he dodged more attacks from Time Twister.

Where was she? Where was his lady? Where had she gone? Why had she surrendered herself to protect him? Now she was gone and it was his fault.

He felt his world collapsing around him.

"What are you going to do Chat Noir? Your precious Ladybug has been sent away! Nobody now to take away my Akuma. You're a helpless little kitty cat and your miraculous is mine!" Time Twister laughed triumphantly, a wheezing sound which sounded like air escaping a corpse. Chat felt rage boil in his chest like venom, turning his blood black. His hands balled into fists and he snarled. How dare he, how dare Time Twister mock him when he'd taken away his partner, the only woman he'd ever-

No. No time to think about that.

He advanced, his staff ready. He couldn't get rid of the Akuma, but he could make damn sure Time Twister couldn't inflict any more damage.

A red yo-yo swung from the distance, wrapping around the old man's cane and snatching it from his clutches. Chat froze, Time Twister froze. In a bizarre moment of solidarity they both stared bewildered at each other.

"I don't think so pal!" A woman appeared on the rooftop, reaching up to catch Time Twister's cane, clutching it in her red-gloved hands. Chat gaped as she leapt from the building, landing elegantly beside him as she snapped the cane in two. She grinned triumphantly, her brown eyes sparkling behind her black mask, her polka dotted flapper dress sparkled as she grabbed for the glowing butterfly, using her powers to cleanse it of evil.

Time Twister vanished; in his place lay a bewildered, frail old man. It was then Chat noticed how heavily he was breathing. He turned to stare at- at who?!

It was Ladybug. Definitely Ladybug. The mask, the yo-yo, the black and red polka dots, everything fitted.

There was just one problem.

She wasn't his Ladybug.


Uh-oh! Big problems eh? How are they gonna fix this mess?!

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