Author Note: I actually did some research into the history of England for this Chapter and it helped that I live in England as well.
Warning: Racial Slurs & mention of Violence.
I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.
Enjoy!
The year was 1863 in England when a young and hopeful man was buried in a ditch after being robbed of all of his belongings near the London train station.
"Welcome to England, fucking Nigger" shouted a white man with a ginger bearded and his buddy looked through his things with him.
The world reset.
#New Reality#
Darell Dion Lahiffe had come to England to make a name for himself, just like many young hopefully around the world.
Things were looking up, now that he didn't have to look over his shoulder everyday to see if somebody would kidnap him to force him into being a slave.
It was only 31 years ago but it was like it was yesterday.
His mama, always told him how lucky he was not to be born in a time where there was fear of being sold, however she was always the one who begged him not to go to England.
Racism was still very much there but he was determined to push passed it.
He went to the ticket booth and showed the person his ticket, he ignored the look on the guys face when he saw his skin but when the man started asking if he was travelling alone and other personal questions, that's when an alarm bell rang in his mind.
He tried to ignore it and got onto the train.
He began to walk when he felt like he was being followed.
He shook it off but it really felt like somebody was following him and they might not have good intentions.
He would have sat in his assigned seat like every person of colour but something told him it would be the worst thing if he did that so he kept going, he kept delved into the White only section of the train and just prayed somebody would come and help him.
He wasn't actually the most strongest looking person on the train.
He put his faith into a single cabinet and saw a white young woman with ginger curly hair in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen, she was reading what was unmistakably a book.
In an age where it was rear for somebody to own a book let alone know how to read it, those who did were usually of upper stature.
She turned to him and he worried she was going to scream so he said, fast.
"Excuse me, Madam, but I just need to be in here for one second" He said, before pushing into the cubical and then closing the door.
The only footsteps heard than were of a man who was checking tickets, he made the mistake of poking his head out and was seen by the ticket master.
"HEY!" yelled the man.
Damn.
The man stormed toward him and opened the booth, the next thing he knew he was being dragged by his arms.
"You know the rules, no niggers on this side of the train" said, the ticket collector.
However, nobody expected the woman to speak up.
"What are you doing to my personal luggage carrier?" she said.
"Personal luggage Carrier?" said, both of them.
"I mean" said, Darrell thinking fast. "Yes, I was assigned by the madam to carry her luggage, important day, you know. She's going to meet an important fella"
"Madam, is this true?" said, the ticket collector.
"Of course it is, now unhand him" she said, and he was let go.
Darrell brushed his coat off and watched the man leave but with narrow eyes.
"Thank you, madam" said, Darrell to the woman. "I was in quiet the bind"
"No, problem" she said, "Where are you going? Hopefully your not travelling alone, I pray?"
"That's right, I am" he said, defiant as he sat down. "I'm going to make a name for myself here. Going to be wearing big shoes, some day"
She smiled and said. "Well, to have big shoes you got to start from somewhere. How about coming to work for me, for real?"
"Are you serious, madam?" He said.
"I'm always looking for fresh hands" she said, "And enough of this Madam business. My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Coila Buckingham. And I'm only 16"
His eyes went wide and he said. "I'm 18"
She smiled wider and said. "To think I would run into somebody who looks older then their age here, like me. What's your name?"
"Darrell" he said, "Darrell Dion Lahiffe"
The dead wither branch that signified himself, came to life and sprouted more branches.
#Present Day#
"I feel like I've been hit by a trunk" said, Jemdi, groaning as he came back to consciousness only to feel the red lush carpet underneath him and see black polished shoes.
He found out that he was upside down on the floor and out of his bedsheets.
Suddenly he heard.
"Are you alright, young master?"
It was an unknown man's voice.
Suddenly he remembered what he did and managed to crawl back onto the sheets and get a good look at the owner of the shoes.
The man was pretty much the stereotype of every butler, not young, had grey hair, wore a black shit with white gloves however, his blue eyes spoke of a kind soul.
"I'm alright, Weinstein. What time is it?" said, Jemdi.
"Its 3: 15 in the afternoon, sir" said, the man. "Your parents decided to allow you to sleep instead of having me wake you up for your usually lesson, sir. However, somebody called Chloé Bourgeois called your phone several times, claiming to know you. Once she realised, I wasn't you, she stopped shouting"
And Jemdi couldn't keep the smile from his face as he said. "Any messages from her?"
"She said, that you should text her back, after I explained to her, your available times" said, Weinstein. "How was your trip, young Master?"
"It was a mix of amazing and a bit horrifying" he said, before his stomach growled and there was silence between them.
"Will you like to relax in a tube first or do you want to go straight to food?" said, the man as his cheeks went a bit red.
"I think I'll bathe, first" he said.
"I'll warm the bath and inform the kitchen staff, to prepare a meal" said, the man before bowing and then leaving out the door.
The moment the man did so he saw.
[Congratulations! You have successfully changed reality]
[Combined Quest: Clean every inch of the house- COMPLETE]
And then his profile came up.
[Name: Jemdi the 5th Buckingham.
Age: 14
Eyes: yellow
Hair: Brown
Relations: Lord Arnold Leblanc Buckingham (Father)
Lady Alice Aggie Buckingham (Mother)
Grandmother: Lady Anna Cassanda Buckingham (Deceased)
Grandfather: Lord Charles Harry Buckingham (Deceased)
Status: Nobility- Inherited by the union of Darrell Dion Lahiffe and Lady Elizabeth Coila Buckingham.]
Wow, the guy married into nobility...Thought Jemdi, good for that guy.
And that's when he heard.
"Young Master, your bath is ready"
"Coming in" he said, getting up and walking out of the door, only to remember the dust but then he came into a beautiful hallways chalked with servants.
Those employed were actually local town people.
They were paid a lot more then farming, ever did, that's for sure.
When they saw him, all of them respectfully bowed before carrying on with their jobs at maintaining the house.
He then somehow know the way to the nearest Bathroom and met his Butler in front of double doors, the man opened it up and he found a large hot tub of bath, with servants there to even help him wash his back and wrap him up.
What followed next was as if he was at a Spa because he certainly got the spa treatment, he came out squeaky clean from his hair to his teeth, he wore a noble blue shirt, jeans and slippers.
He walked down the hall and looked at all the pictures, pictures of him and his family, as a baby, there was a much older couple in the frame which he guessed were meant to be his grandparents, he made his way to the dinning room and it was like the dinning room in the Agreste estate but with a touch of English.
He sat down and the servants put in front of him, some cheers, a bowl filled with warm milk and a spoon.
"Where are my parents?" he said.
"The Lord and Lady, went out for a game of Polo with the boys and girls, Young master" said, Weinstein "Do you wish to contact them?"
"No, I'm fine." he said, eating the cereal before eating toast. "May I go outside?"
"Of, course. What transportation would you like to take?" said, Weinstein "The car or the horse?"
"Wait. Horse?" he said.
And that's how he ended up on a white horse galloping in the nearby field.
He called it Croissant, because food was on his mind.
The wildness of farming fields in Britain smelled terrible.
Everywhere, an animal either went toilet on, or waste was dumped on at some point.
He felt eyes on him and guessed it was his watchers making sure, nobody kidnaps him as he did so.
However, on that horse, he felt truly British and decided to go on his social media, accept that Alya girl before streaming his ride with his horse.
Only for him to get a very big surprise.
60,000 followers.
He blinked.
How did that happen!?
Apparent, people really love to see the life of the super-rich and were already commenting on how beautiful his horse was and how good he treated it while riding.
Back in Paris, Sabrina awed while Chloé looked over her shoulder.
"That horse is so adorable" she said.
Chloé eyes narrowed, so this was what he doing?
It never even crossed her mind that he would have a life outside of waiting to hear her voice.
Even his voice mail had changed to complete English.
Jemdi finished his live stream only to come back an hour later, showing him with his personal hair stylizer.
"What did you do to your hair?" said, a fashionable man in English.
"Its not that bad, right?" said Jemdi. "Its only been a month"
"And hair can die in a month" said the man. "Your roots lack lustre. You should have called me the moment you got back. A Nobel must have the fantastic roots of a noble."
But then he said, "Place the phone hear. I'll show the world my skills" and the person did so, right in front of Jemdi who was on a tablet and didn't even look like he cared that much.
The man proceeded to give his followers a tutorial with expensive and not really that expensive products.
When he was done, anybody could go back to any of his pictures and see the huge difference in quality, his hair now had that glowing movie star vibe to it.
His hair had been combed and styled down, making him look a whole lot less like Nino Lahiffe.
The video ended and later, he posted a video of himself shirtless with his new hair, in a mirror, he got a mass of likes.
#Césaire Home#
Alya looked at his latest post and then turned to Nino who was sitting right next to her in her bedroom.
When Nino saw her eyes he started flexing his thin body.
She face palmed.
#Scene Change#
Jemdi walked out of the bathroom, only to hear the sound of the front door opening.
"Welcome Lord and Lady Buckingham" said a group of servants bowing.
He looked down and saw a tall man in the traditional Polo gear who could have been Nino dads twin but far more groomed and British.
Behind him was a light skinned woman in a flowing dark purple dress and heels.
"Lord, Buckingham, how was your game of Polo?" said Weinstein, taking the man coat.
"It was delightful, Weinstein" said the man, speaking in a Yorkshore English accent. "Me and the boys had a cracking good time, is our son up yet?"
"He's been up for several hours" said the man and that's when Jemdi decided to appear only to be met with a large hug from the woman he would now call mother.
"Jemdi, are you okay?" she said. "We heard you were spooked when you came home. Are you hurt?"
"Mother, I'm fine" said Jemdi, as she kept touching him.
"That's my boy, tough as nails" said his father. "How about you accompany us to a party with some friends of ours who are also bringing their kids with them?"
A party?
[Quest Unlocked: Attend a High society party and stay awake]
[Rewards: Social reputation unlocked, 200,000 dollars, one more spin in daily spin, Energy increase]
Jedi agreed to go.
Just how boring could a high class party be?
And scene!
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