Society

A 'historical' MLB fanfiction

By Serenawilliams628

Inspired by The Luxe, a novel by Anna Godbersen

Authors Note

Our story takes place in the late 1800s of America. In this time, ladies and gentlemen in high society were judged by newspapers and gossip in every aspect of their lives. Much like the Middle Ages of Europe, if you were not rich, you were poor and looked down upon by the more fortunate people in life. At this time, America was still a young country, and though I know Miraculous Ladybug is a French show, I thought since according to the show, the miraculous has been around for more than 5000 years, I was inspired to write a fanfiction about what it would have been like in this point of history. I might make a sort of series about miraculous history, but I'm not sure.

PS-I'm still a novice author, and I still haven't figured out the whole chapter thing, oops

Chapter One

Claire gathered up her skirts and rushed to the massive ballroom, where guests were beginning to gather. "Where have you been?" Her mother hissed through her teeth, a fake smile plastered to her face.

"Sorry Mother, Loraine couldn't find my white corset." Claire said. Her mother sighed and picked up a flute of champagne from a passing waiter.

"Go and mingle, I hear Thomas Danson is looking for a new bride," She ordered.

"Mother!" Claire gasped. Her mother shook her head, motioned to the growing crowd in the ballroom, and drained her glass. Desperate for better company, Claire looked to the crowd, searching for someone who she knew. A gloved hand grabbed her arm from behind, startling her. Turning, she saw her childhood friend, James Wicker, smirking at her. "What are you doing here? Mother will kill you!" She whispered, James' family was once fabulously wealthy, like hers, but when his father passed, his materialistic mother couldn't cope with the strains of poverty, and sadly reunited herself with her late husband, leaving James parentless and without money. Claire's Mother, however, took pity on the boy and employed him to the family's kitchen staff, giving him a spare room at the manor and food in his belly. James was supposed to be in the kitchen, so Claire was surprised to see him among the guests, and so sharply dressed in a full suit.

"The chef had no use for me, so he made me a temporary waiter," he grinned, "so, any dashing suitors for the lovely lady Claire?" He said with a horribly fake accent.

"I don't know, Mother said Thomas Danson is looking for another wife," she mocked, nodding her head to the ridiculously handsome man charming her mother in the corner of the ballroom

"How many brides has he gone through already? I swear, he's married more women than there are in America!" He laughed. An old man in the crowd waved his hand, hailing for a waiter. "I guess that's my cue," he sighed, and walked to the little man. It's a miracle, she thought to herself, that someone who has gone through so much still keeps a smile on his face.

"Miss Claire?" A voice snapped Claire out of her thoughts. She turned to see Peter Samuelson, a seedy looking gentleman, extending his freckled hand to her, "may I have this dance?" He asked, flashing his crooked, yellow teeth at her.

"Oh, of course," she replied. Thanking the Lord for her silk gloves, she took his hand and he led her to the center of the dance floor, where other couples were gliding across the ornately decorated tiles.

After hours of waltzing circles around the ballroom with various hopeful suitors, Claire could hardly stand when the last guest left the mansion. With a sigh, Claire trudged up the staircase into her room. After her personal maid, Loraine, helped her undress and into a silk kimono imported from Japan, Claire slumped on her bed and fiddled with the round silver locket around her neck. Three sharp taps sounded from her door. Assuming Loraine was outside, Claire flung open the door, only to be greeted by a very red James. Seeing her in such sparse amounts of clothing made his jaw drop and eyes bug.

"C-Claire?" He stuttered.

"James, what are you doing, I'm hardly dressed!" She cried, hurriedly wrapping her robe tighter around herself. He quickly dropped whatever he was holding and buried his face in his hands.

"Um, you left your box thing in the ballroom!" He rushed.

"My what?" She asked, bending to pick up the small box resting on the floor, causing him to blush harder. The little black box was decorated with a mysterious red emblem. "Loraine must have moved it from my room." Claire brushed it off, figuring it was another jewelry box. He only stared at her, not moving. "James," she started.

"I-I should go." He stuttered, gave her a quick bow, and rushed down the hall. Humiliated, Claire retreated back to her room and opened the peculiar package. A ball of light burst from the parcel. Screaming, she threw it at the wall. It bounced off and landed in the middle of her room.

"Hey, watch the face! These whiskers don't stay this straight naturally!" A scratchy voice came from behind her pillow where the box landed. A small black creature zoomed up to her face, making her scream louder. "Ow, okay my ears are in danger here!" The animal said, closing her mouth with his little paws. Stumbling back, Claire scrambled for her vanity, grabbing her paper fan and swinging at it. The creature made a popping sound and the fan went right through it. "Hey, hey lady, calm down, I'm not here to hurt you." It said.

"Get away from me you devil!" She cried, throwing her fan at it. Again, the fan went right through it.

"Just let me explain. I-"

"I don't care what you are!" The animal flew back to the pillow and returned with a silver ring. He dropped it in her hand and crossed his arms. The glittering ring caught her eye and she gingerly plucked it from her hand. While she was examining it, he began to explain himself,

"I know this is a lot to take in, but my name is Plagg and I am a Kwami."

"A what?" Much to Claire's discomfort, Plagg sat himself on the ring. While he was going on about masks and identities, she became more sure that she was in a dream.

"Well we might as well give this a try," She laughed when he finished, slipping on the ring and admiring it on her slender finger.

"Not so fast, I'm empty."

"You're what?"

"I'm hungry. I can only transform you while I have energy, got any snacks?" He demanded, zooming around the room, inspecting its contents.

"I might have something downstairs," she said. Plagg shot her an expectant look and she quickly hurried out of her room and down the hall. Claire ran to the drawing room and picked up the first plate she saw that remained from the party. With the plate, she scrambled up the staircase and into her room, where Plagg was patiently waiting. Following the smell, he floated to the rather large slice of Camembert cheese on the plate. He simply tossed the whole piece in his mouth, swallowing it whole.

"Okay sister, are you ready?" He asked.

"Sure why not, it's not like I'm going to wake up anytime soon."

"Okay, all you have to say is, 'Plagg, claws out!'" He shouted, pumping his fist.

"Um, Plagg, put your claws out."

"No, it's 'Plagg, claws out!'"

"Plagg, claws out!" She cried. The kwami, with a wink, shot into the ring on her right hand ring finger. With a surge of power, almost like an electric shock and a mixture of green and black sparkles, Claire had the weirdest sensation that she could do anything. She walked to her full length mirror on one side of her room and gasped. Staring back at her was a girl with the same blond hair and skin tone, but atop her head was a pair of black cat ears, her usually striking green irises filled her entire eye like a cat's, surrounded by a black mask that ended in a point at her nose. And at her fingertips were claws, and instead of her golden silk kimono, she was dressed in a skintight black suit made of a strange material that was surprisingly more comfortable than wearing nothing, that blossomed from her sides to form a skirt that deepened behind her back and ended at her calves. Moving around, Claire deemed the skirt very pliable yet firm, and could move around in it more, without it weighing her down like every other dress she's worn in the past. A black ribbon made of the same material of the dress and ears was tied to the small of her back, in the spot right before her skirt jutted out, and trailed to her feet, securing a metal baton to her back. She saw everything with sharper vision, and could even see dust motes floating lazily through the air. Not believing what she was witnessing, she closed her eyes and pinched her arm, but when her eyes opened again she was still in front of the mirror, dressed in her costume. Suddenly she bake cake very aware that she was not dreaming. Panicking, Claire opened her door and slipped through the shadows to James' room. He'll know what to do, she thought, but when she came to his door, she tapped lightly on the wood. When he didn't answer, she sighed and went back to her room. Full of fear, Claire, without thinking, opened the window to her room, three stories above the well kept lawn below. Looking down upon the silent streets, she cautiously hopped onto the window sill with great ease, and casually stepped into the night air.

Author's Note

I'm so sorry I haven't posted any stories in awhile, I have no excuse, I just ran out of inspiration for Geode. (I may or may not finish that, by the way). However, I am really excited about this story and really feeling it. My creative juices are flowing for the next chapter! If you haven't read my past stories, you should, though one of them I haven't finished and might not. Really the only story genre I've finished is MLB. Well, all those frustrations from season two must be channeled into something, right? Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you'll read my next chapter!

PS: The design for Claire's suit I borrowed from the Pokémon movie Volcanion and the Mechanical Marvel, (just so you know I am a Pokémon nerd too, Glaceon is the best!) anyway, you should watch the movie, it's really good and on Netflix! Since I can't publish this story with any links or photos, just search Kimia Pokémon into the search bar, and look at images, just to get an idea.

PPS: The picture I pasted is just the idea for Claire's skirt, not the hair or anything else, just the skirt, the rest of the suit is basically ladybug's but all black.