Author's Note: Okay, I've seen this Miraculous Angel and Demon stuff on Tumblr, Wattpad, DeviantArt, and this very website. I have no doubt it's probably on Ao3 too. But I've been on a mythical creature jag lately and I've been wanting to do a miraculous fic for months now. So here's my take on it:

I had one stinking job to do.

But he just had to win me over with that stupid grin.

That stupid, beautiful grin.

Not that I'd ever tell him that to his face.

But this is how we met. On a mission. One that I knew I wasn't brave enough for, but still accepted anyway. Oh dear, why did I do this to myself?

Anyways, it went like this:

Bad Marinette, bad Marinette! I scolded myself, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pry myself from his gaze. He had me under his spell.

His saddened jade eyes were begging for something I couldn't decipher. His enormous, white, and usually clean wings were covered in jet black blood and had thistles buried in the feathers. His arms, legs and face were bruised and bandaged in multiple places. His short blonde hair was disheveled and messy and was a new home for some dried leaves that nestled themselves in there. The plain white shirt he wore was torn with multiple holes, mud spots and black blood stains like the ones on his wings. His shorts weren't quite as torn, but were just as dirty as the rest of him.

Inside and out.

He stayed there on the forest floor. His arms barely holding himself up so he could get a good look at me, probably to control me with his charm so I would be compelled to let him go. But the joke's on him. I'm immune to angel magic!

"Heh. Are you now? Well, that makes it easier for me," he half-chuckled and half-coughed. A thin trail of black trickled from the side of his mouth and down his cheek.

Wait, did he just read my mind?

"At least I can say I was no match for my enemy," he said in a hoarse voice.

Okay, Mari, he's hurt. He can't do anything. This is your only chance, just do it already!

He didn't respond this time. He continued staring at me with those sad, green orbs. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk, and the gaze in his eyes turned from pain to... pride?

Before I fully realized what was going on, I was thrown against the closest tree behind me. The air in my lungs flew out of my mouth at such a high speed, I was gasping for my breath, which quickly turned to hyper ventilation as I saw him get up from his pathetic position on the ground. The tears in his clothes were mending themselves, the dirt and blood on his skin faded away and the leaves and thistles fell out of his hair and wings like they were water. Oh, and his hair was suddenly perfectly quaffed as if it was only brushed a minute ago. His right arm was outstretched as he held my body to the tree with an invisible force. The enchanted dagger that I had in my grip (that was meant to go into that angel's back) fell to the ground with a crunching noise from the leaves under it.

"Immune to angel magic, huh? You still have a lot to learn little demon!" he spat. His appearance changed almost immediately, revealing his true identity. It was another angel I had never seen before. He had short brown hair with lightning-blonde ends. His clothing changed from the plain t-shirt and black shorts to a hooded red jacket with dark blue pants and black sneakers. His wings were as black as the blood that decorated his shirt and wings a few moments ago.

"Let's get her, guys!"

As if on cue, two more angels appeared next to him in a swirl of gray and dull silver mist. One was a darkly complexioned boy with gray-feathered wings, about the same age as me but much shorter than the angel who was holding me against this tree and an equally short, pink-haired girl wearing a black outfit with lime green highlights. Her wings were a dull silver, matching the same mist that surrounded her when she teleported. All of their faces were painted with the same purple design around their eyes and stretching down to their cheek bones. A thin line in a rigid shape roughly resembling a butterfly.

As they drew closer to me, they began to draw out their weapons. Both the girl and boy next to the big brute in front of me were holding crossbows, while he drew an old-fashioned bow and arrow as black as his wings.

"Ready,"

The branches of the tree tied themselves around my wrists, ankles, neck, and chest; just above my breasts and across my shoulders. I was completely immobilized except for my wings. They flailed violently, unlike the rest of my body since it was tied down. The magic used to hold me there was lifted once I was securely fastened to the tree. The three hunters pointed all of their weapons at me. Each of them standing no more than three feet away. There's no way they would miss. My heart rose to my chest. My eyes closed as hot tears spilled out of them. I was prepared for death.

"Fi-"

The command was replaced with the sounds of blood sloshing against flesh and bone screeching against silver, accompanied by the familiar crunching of leaves as his body crumpled to the ground. I opened my eyes to see what was going on. I was taken aback when I saw the other two hunters kneeling before a cloaked figure in a white hood.

"Leave," was all they said, the voice belonging to a male. The hunters fled before disappearing into a cloud of colored mist matching the hue of their sleek, ginormous feathered wings. The figure bent down and grabbed the bleeding lead hunter by his neck, who was clutching the stab wound in his abdomen. He turned the whimpering man in his grip to face him. His clawed nails digging into the skin on the hunter's face, but being careful not to break it.

"It'll heal," he hissed in a chilling tone that could intimidate even the bravest animal inhabiting this forest that served as the border between the angelic and demonic lands. "But I hope now you know to think twice before pulling this shit, again, Kim."

"Y-Yes," he managed to choke out. The hooded figure threw Kim to the ground, but he too vanished in a swirl of colored mist moments before he fell.

If I was frightened before, words couldn't even begin to describe the fear I felt when whomever was under the hood turned their attention to me. I forgot I was still bound to the tree until the branches released their grips on me with a slash of his own knife. I collapsed to the ground and instinctually rubbed where the tree held me down. My wrists were visibly reddening by the second.

I certainly wasn't expecting them to kneel down next to me and remove his gloves. I tensed up as he took my hands in his own and delicately traced his thumbs over the marks left on the insides of my wrists. He let go and I immediately took notice of the fact that they were completely healed. The next thing I felt was the same delicate touch around my ankles.

Then he placed his warm palms on my neck. I unconsciously closed my eyes and relaxed as his hands traveled upwards. His thumbs tracing my jaw and brushing against my cheeks. Why was I enjoying this so much?

When his hands left my skin, it felt like it was too soon. Just thinking about what just happened and how I reacted made my cheeks grow hot. He pulled back and I could finally get a good look at his face.

Of course it was none other than the real person I was meant to kill. Adrien frikin' Agreste.

"Are you alright? I hope the Akumas didn't hurt you too much,"

"No, they didn- wait, Akumas?" I asked, "you mean the hunters that just tried to kill me?"

"Yeah," he responded. He stood up and gestured his hand towards me. I took it and was pulled up with more strength than I was ready for.

"You're light, Princess," he chuckled softly.

"Uh, thank y..."

Wait, Princess?!

"Hmm? Did you say something?" he asked.

"Uh, y-yeah. Um, thank you, ah..."

"Adrien," he finished for me. "Call me Adrien."

"O-Okay," I stuttered. The unannounced breeze that suddenly came in was cool against my skin, but I was naturally unaffected by temperatures warm or cold. Just one of the perks to being a demon. Adrien on the other hand shivered and pulled his cloak closer to his body.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"A little I guess, but I'll manage."

"Tonight's the coldest night of the year-"

"I said I'm alright!" Adrien snapped, but his tone was calmer when he spoke again. "I appreciate the concern, but-"

"Here," I said. I held out my hand and attempted to conjure a spell, but the glowing orange sphere of energy in my palm had trouble staying sphere and kept fading against my will. I really ought to practice my magic more. After a few seconds, It finally stayed in the shape I wanted and I stepped closer to Adrien with it.

"What is that?" he asked cautiously.

"It'll help keep you warm, at least for a little while," I assured him. I carefully moved his cloak to the side and pressed my hand over his chest. I could feel his heartbeat as the spell entered him. His eyes widened and he gasped sharply. I quickly removed my hand out of fear that I went too far.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry if it hurt, I didn't mean-"

"No, no. It's alright. I guess I was a bit chili after all," he chuckled again. I'll never get tired of his laugh. "Thank you, ... ah..."

"Marinette," I told him. "My name is Marinette."

"That's a beautiful name," he said. My cheeks were most likely dusted with pink again. "I do hope our paths cross again." He took my hand again and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles. I only blushed harder.

"...Uh... yeah. Me too," was all I could say before seeing him turn away into the forest. He vanished in a swirl of pearly-white mist.

Shit.

I have a crush on the person I'm supposed to kill.

A.N. So, yeah. I hope you like it so far. This goes out to all my friends and my step-sister who are all total saps for fluffy stuff like this.

This will be a short fic, so I'll only add one, possibly two more chapters at the most. Let me know if you want me to continue it.