Author's note: This was loosely inspired by Robin Hood, but with a miraculous twist. I've always been fascinated what would happen if Chat Noir was Robin Hood, so I simply had to write it. I would love to hear your thoughts and I hope you will enjoy!:}
Disclaimer: Don't own Miraculous Ladybug or Robin Hood
Act one: "Be still my beating Heart"
Princess Marinette Dupain-Cheng leaned against the wall as she observed her aristocratic subjects. The beautiful women twirled themselves in colorful swirls, while the noblemen, made sure they never fall in their grasps. The sight before her, reminded her of pompous peacocks, who only cared about portraying their outer appearance.
Marinette hated liars and fakes. Throughout her entire life, she had met people who put on a show for her, and laughed behind her back. She mostly saw aristocrats as jesters: they laughed mockingly and made people as the butt of their jokes. Marinette would love nothing more than to go to her chambers right this very moment.
On the other hand, the music was enchanting to her ears, the delicious food consumed her nostrils, and the entire ballroom bursts with vibrant colors. The thing was that she felt guilty about the castle hosting another party. Her parents, King Tom and Queen Sabine, had to take care of some business in another country.
This left Tom's younger brother, Hawk Moth, under the reign of the kingdom. It had already been about three years since their departure, and the kingdom was already in a huge debt. Hawk Moth had been taxing the poor peasants of Paris. Do you know what Hawk Moth did with all of the taxes? He used it to host another luxurious party like this one for example.
Her people were starving and simply broke. Marinette tried to reason with her Uncle, but it was futile. She knew someone would revolt soon and it didn't take long for that to happen.
They whispered his name throughout the kingdom. He was the mystifying thief that robbed the rich to feed the poor. His name was Chat Noir. The cat thief with the bow and arrow. Soon after, few others joined Chat Noir's revolt, and they called themselves: 'Merry Akuma's'.
Later on, another rebel came along, but she never robbed. She simply brought food, clothing, and toys for the poor people. Her name was Ladybug. Ladybug was probably the most mystifying one of them all. No one knew who she was, except for Marinette, of course. Marinette knew the identity of Ladybug, given that she was actually Ladybug herself.
Marinette sighed at her perturbed thoughts before she headed towards the balcony to clear her head. She let herself be consumed by the cool, spring breeze that caressed her black locks. Marinette found herself enraptured at the dotted, twinkling sky. Marinette pondered over if Leonardo da Vinci was alive in this era and stood in her place. Would he have shown Mona Lisa this perfect night time view, so she would give him a smile? The sight alone made Marinette smile, it almost made her cheeks hurt.
Marinette knew it would forever be a mystery as to how he got Mona Lisa to smile for him. However, Marinette hated mysteries, and always had endless conspiracies to fill in the missing puzzle piece. The one mystery that still haunted her in the back of her mind. What had really happened to her betrothed, Adrien Agreste...?
The sound of a hungry cat meowing snapped Marinette out of her reverie. Her blue bell eyes widened when saw a beautiful black cat. People have said to be superstitious of black cats, given that they're bad luck and all. Nonetheless, he was too adorable to stay away from.
"Hey boy, what are you doing here?" Marinette inquired gently as she hesitantly rubbed the back of his ears.
The cat purred in satisfaction from her wonderful fingers. He gently nipped at her fingers as if there was food there. When there wasn't, he widened his green eyes, and looked at her pleadingly.
"I see, you smell the cheese, silly kitty," Marinette gave him a smelly cheese from her other hand, "I didn't like it, but you might. If you don't, I'll get you something else," Marinette suggested kindly.
The cat gobbled down the cheese before Marinette could even blink. If her etiquette teacher, Madame Bustier saw this, she would be appalled by the sight. Yes, her teacher thought that animals should have a sense of table manners. Marinette giggled at the picture in her head. Imagine a cat holding a teacup, but couldn't, given that a cat has no thumbs. Then, as for a sophisticated conversation, the cat would meow to: 'God Save The Queen'.
"Something amusing you, Princess?" Someone inquired in a seducing voice.
Marinette felt her breath leave her throat. Chat Noir sat on the balcony, with a relaxed posture, and the cat laid on his knees.
"I must thank thee for feeding my cat cheese. It's one of his heavenly divines," Chat said with a smirk.
Apprehension gripped onto Marinette like a corset. She knew Chat Noir was not a rotten apple, but he was still a thief, so she had to be wary of him. Marinette was rich and a princess no less. She would be daft not to be vigilant of him.
"Chat, what brings you here?" Marinette said casually.
"Oh, I was just passing by, and something caught my eye to steal. As you know, cats are very curious creatures…" He drawled as he prowled near her.
"Yes, I'm highly aware of that knowledge. Has anyone ever enlighten you that curiosity killed the cat?" Marinette asked threateningly.
"You slay me, my lady. To see your beauty up close, is worth the risk," Marinette blushed when he came a little too close.
"How charming of you," He must have been trying to trick her. Marinette knew she was pretty, but not close to any beautiful Goddess for that matter.
"What was it you were trying to steal?" Marinette asked as he settled his gloved hand on her flushed cheek.
He bent down and purred in her ear. "Your heart, my purrincess,"
A loud commotion in the ballroom drew her out of his captivating spell. As she tried to move away from him, he pulled her closer, and sealed her with a kiss. She stood dumbstruck at the spot. Marinette had never kissed any males on the lips before and she found it highly enthralling. It was simply scandalous to kiss a man without being courted, but it was simply miraculous.
Marinette finally snapped herself out of it. She felt so weak when she vigorously pushed him away from her. It almost felt like she carried a heavy sword. Nonetheless, it was the only way to cut this imaginary rope that would certainly choke her in the end.
They both breathed heavily. Her thrumming heartbeat blocked out to what was going on inside the ballroom. Her mouth hung open like a guppy. It was very unladylike, but she didn't give a damn. Chat Noir was her first kiss. That filthy thief stole her first kiss, damn it. On the other hand, why did she enjoyed it so much? Heat of the moment, she concluded, so that it would put her spinning thoughts to bed.
"I'm glad that I made you feel satisfied, my princess. I know that us parting is such sweet sorrow, but I shall come to thee soon. Aido, Purrincess!" With those parting words, him and his cat jumped off the balcony.
She ran to the balcony and looked down. He wasn't there, which made her gape in heavy confusion. Marinette cursed at the wind as she stomped herself back to the ballroom.
Marinette prayed that she would never see that stupid cat ever again. Another part of her, wanted to have another encounter with him again…
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