Hello readers! This is basically going to be a medieval spin on the world of Miraculous! With Adrien, son of high standing Lord Gabriel, and Marinette, handmaiden of Chloe Bourgeois, the daughter of King André Bourgeois. Together, they become the protectors of the Kingdom of Parisamor. This story is co written by my great friend and brother, Death546, check him out.(he's a lil shit but I love him 3). And I also do not own Miraculous Ladybug, neither does Death, if we did….it wouldn't be a kids show, lol.
Long ago, there was a Kingdom, the likes of which are not here today, which was ruled with an iron fist by King André Bourgeois, a man who loved his kingdom almost as much as he loved his daughter. She was his world, and though she was spoiled, she loved her father dearly. Her name was Chloé Bourgeois, crowned Princess of Parisamor, everyone in the kingdom can willingly say she was beautiful, with long soft yellow hair and bright blue eyes. Though none would say she was the prettiest, for the prettiest and most humble woman in their mind would be one of her handmaiden's, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a young woman with soft dark hair, normally dusted lightly with dirt or dust and the most beautiful voice the land had ever heard.
Though Marinette is normally not seen by the public eye that often, you could see her early in the morning strolling through the halls before delivering Princess Chloé's morning tea. And even rarer than that you could hear her sing as she gathered clean sheets from the line at the back of the palace, her voice was always buttery smooth and soft, unlike the Princess's own voice, which was admittedly harsher and higher. This morning our lovely maiden was folding the silken sheets of the palace's guest rooms, with her best friend and fellow handmaiden; Alya Césaire.
"Can you believe that Duke Agreste is celebrating his sixteenth birthday at the palace, tomorrow?!" Alya squeals, her mind flashing to the young Duke's friend, Duke Lahiffe, a charming young man with dark skin and stunning golden-brown eyes. Marinette giggled, folding the last pillow case in the basket, as her friend's mind wandered, Alya seemed quite smitten with the dark haired Duke, even if they'd only met a handful of times.
"Oh Alya," she sighed, resting the woven basket against her hip, she really did love her friend, but she just didn't understand how two people can make such a bond with only meeting a few times.
"I know, I'm sorry. I just can't help it!" The ombré haired woman giggled, picking up basket, leaning it on her hip.
"I know, I know." Mari giggles, bumping Alya's hip with her own, "you got it bad, girl." Alya bumps her hip back and both laugh as they make their way back to the palace, passing by the kitchen to check on Marinette's parents, Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng, the head bakers of the palace.
As they walked through the double doors to the kitchen, though, they saw her parents backed up against the wall as a man in the attire of a noble was shouting at them.
"You could be beheaded for this! Princess Chloe could have died!" He screamed. His face was red and wrinkled, nearly matching his scarlet cape.
"We're very sorry for the mistake, but don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration? I mean, it was just a little burnt…" her father began, trying to place himself between the noble and his wife.
"Just. A little. Burnt?! The princess demands perfection, as does his royal Highness! She could have choked on that lump of charcoal you call bread!" the man interrupted. Marinette's eyes fell to the loaf in the man's fist. It was nearly perfect, the tip just slightly blackened. She grit her teeth and stormed up to the man.
"Wait just a second." She said sweetly, taking the loaf. She peered at it, and rubbed the black tip. When she withdrew her finger, it was black. "Sir, the bread is fine. This is just soot from the oven."
He glared at her. "And why is your oven not clean?"
It took a fair amount of effort not to snap at him. "They've been working non stop in preparation of Duke Adrien Agreste's birthday tomorrow, they haven't had time because they're under so much demand." She plastered a smile on her face. "I'm sure Princess Chloe can wait a little while for the oven to be cleaned, no?"
Her parents were beaming at her. Her mother took over for her. "She's right, all we need to do is wipe the racks and sides, and we can bake a fresh batch for her. No need for conflict."
The man sneered at them. "Make it happen." he demanded, turning and stalking out of the kitchen. Marinette let out the breath she had been holding, and her fists became unclenched.
She felt her parent's arms wrap around her. "Thank you, darling." her father whispered. Her sighed, pulling away with her mother. "Well, we have work to do. I believe you do too."
She nodded, picking up the basket of sheets and returning to her smirking friend in the hallway. "See you at dinner!"
The forest was serene. The bursting colors of flowers and plants atop the vibrant greens, the sounds of the creatures of the forest calling to each other. Some would love to simply sit and gaze at the peaceful scene. Dukes Adrien Agreste and Nino Lahiffe, on the other hand, would choose something else.
Their laughter echoed through the canopy as they rode their horses through the foliage, the clopping of hooves against rock joining in. Adrien leaned to the right, lightly nudging his horse's side with his heel to make to her go faster, turning a corner with a laughing Duke Lahiffe right behind him.
Both were dressed in more 'normal' clothes, at least for them. Dark silk tunics with long sleeves decorated with golden buttons and black trousers, held close with more gold buttons and silken string, which then tucked into knee high black leather boots. Once again decorated in the gold buttons, the top of the boot folding over slightly to reveal the softer leather of the interior.
Their clothing, though far fancier than a peasants, was still very modest for their rank and status. It was a hard earned freedom that was given very strictly. No one could see them in it and they must stay out of public eye when donned in the, less than desirable, attire.
Nino chuckled, gaining speed on his stallion over Adrien's Mare, clicking his heels against Bubbler's side, the blue roan catching up to Noir, Adrien's Friesian horse. A few moments later they reached Adrien's hideout, his mother's old garden, which was hidden behind a few old weeping willows. They tied Noir and Bubbler to one of the trees near the pond, Nino grabbing two apples from Bubbler's saddle pouch, tossing one of them to his best friend.
"Thanks" Adrien smiled, taking a bite, walking along the old path around the flowers, vibrant roses in red, white and pink, a large bush of blue hydrangeas and flowering pansies, orchids and black eyed susie's, when he was younger he would help her take care of this place. Her own little paradise, she called it. And now, years after her death, he would come here every few days to take care of them. Even now, only he and Nino knew of this place, his father forgetting it as the years passed.
Nino finished his apple and grabbed a bucket, filling it with some water from the pond, making small waves which causes the lily pads to bounce as well. He kneeled by a small patch of roses, carefully watering the delicate flowers, "it's hard to think that you're turning sixteen, dude. Seems like yesterday we were kids, playing with wooden swords and shields." Nino chuckled, moving on to the next bush.
Adrien smirked. "You going to see Chloe's handmaiden again?"
"Dude…" Nino's cheeks heated up as he glared at his best friend, who was standing next to him, smirking. "I… I don't…" He was at a loss for words as Adrien laughed.
"I think your blush is disagreeing with what you're trying to say, bro." The blond chuckled. Nino groaned and hit Adrien's shoulder, giving the last of the water to the hydrangeas.
The two leaned against one of the weeping willows, taking in the quiet beauty of the place, every so often a bird will call to its mate or a frog will jump into the clear water. "So what did your dad say about it?" The dark skinned male asked, turning his head toward the other man.
Adrien sighed, "Father said," he deepened his voice, "'Every young Duke needs to marry by the age of eighteen, Adrien, in order to become a successor to their father. And you know full and well that courting takes over a year, as well as planning the wedding.'" Nino winced, knowing all too well how harsh Lord Gabriel Agreste is.
"Basically I have two weeks to find a suitable woman to court, or I will never become Lord." He drops his forehead to rest on his knees, "Father has a small 'list' of potential women in mind, Princess Chloe is at the top of it." Nino cringed. They had met the princess, she was… overbearing, to say the least. Adrien groaned. "I just want to find someone on my own, you know? Shouldn't marriage be for love, not politics?"
Nino shrugged. "Not with nobles, apparently"
Adrien let out another sigh, but after that they sat in silence, enjoying the forest. Eventually, Adrien stood up, as did his friend. "Almost time for dinner. Let's head back."
Miles off the coast of Parisamor, was an island. And on this island, stood a single, wooden shack. Despite the apparent lack of materials, the shack was ornate, with a unique shape to the roof and bamboo used for the walls. A koi pond lay out front, with oriental decor everywhere.
Inside the shack, an old, stout man sat on the floor, knees crossed. He was stone silent, eyes closed in deep concentration. This was common for him, he usually spent his days meditating, keeping the place clean, and taking care of his secret mission. To guard.
Suddenly, he gasped. Fire exploded across his vision. Chaos. Death. Evil. A lone figure cloaked in purple, and an unmistakable butterfly brooch upon his chest.
"Nooroo." The man gasped. His eyes shot open. "Wayzz. Where are you?"
A green glowing creature flew into the room. He resembled a tortoise, with huge, bright yellow eyes. "You sensed it as well, Master?"
Master Fu rose to his feet. "Indeed I have. Hawkmoth has returned, and akumas are sure to follow." He turned to look at his old friend. "Wayzz, shell on!"
Wayzz looked hesitant, but flew towards his master's bracelet. As soon as he entered, a snap was heard. Master Fu cried out, falling to the ground as Wayzz flew back out to help. "Master, you and I both know taking on Hawkmoth alone would be foolish." He took a breath. "I think… it's time to bring back Plagg and Tikki."
Fu smiled wryly as he stood back up. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He stroked his beard as he walked toward the back wall. "Yes…" He reached out, removing a panel to reveal a small ornate box. He lifted the lid to reveal an array of jewelry, four of them missing. A turtle bracelet, a fox necklace, a Peacock pin, and a butterfly brooch. And in the center, in a black and red yin yang, were a pair of ladybug earrings and a cat ring. He selected these two, replacing the panel. "It's time for a new generation of heroes."
The dark tower loomed over the cliff it resided on. Lightning flashed, momentarily illuminating the terrifying gargoyles scattered across the walls. All around the tower, hundreds of tiny creatures flew around, the fluttering of their wings deafening.
Inside the tallest room stood a cloaked figure. A deep purple cloak covered all but his brooch, which was in the shape of a butterfly. The only other feature able to be seen were his fiery blue eyes, which glared out from beneath the cloak.
Despite the thunderstorm and flying creatures, the room was oddly silent. The figure gazed out the single window of the room for what seemed like hours. Until finally, he broke the silence. "Nooroo." He growled. "To me."
A shaking form reluctantly flew to him from the shadows. The creature glowed a soft lavender, with wide eyes that ached with pain. This feeble fairy landed at his master's feet. "W-what may I do for you, M'Lord?"
The piercing eyes of the figure shot down towards the fairy. "The brooch. It has… sent me a vision. Of red and black warriors. What does it mean?"
Nooroo's eyes filled with hope. The other Miraculous! They had finally been activated! His face reverted to his now normal pained face. He knew lying was a lost cause, but he had to try. "I… I have no idea, master. I have never heard of…"
"You're lying. I can always tell when you're lying to me, Nooroo." the man interrupted. "And you know what happens when you lie."
Nooroo's eyes widened with fear. "NO! Please! Master, I beg you…"
"Then tell me what the vision means!" He demanded. "Now!"
He flinched at his master's words. "There… are other Miraculous'. The red and black warriors you saw, they are future holders."
The man's lips curled into a snarl. "Why did you not tell me this before?"
The purple fairy shivered under his gaze. "I… did not deem it necessary…"
"Damn you Nooroo! Should I fear these Miraculous?!" The man shouted, now enraged.
Nooroo struggled to fly away, when the man's hand snatched him out of the air. "They are the most powerful of all the Miraculous!" he cried. "One wields the power of creation, the other… of destruction."
The man's eyes were unreadable, he simply stared at the fairy as he processed his words. Then a small grin started to form. "What would happen if one man were to… persay… wield both these Miraculous?"
Nooroo gulped. He had no choice, but he feared his words would bring a new age of darkness to the land. "He would be… unstoppable."
And that's the end of this chapter, we had so much fun making it and can't wait to write more. Also, we got inspired by a picture, it's called Adrien's Princely Life by Piku-Chan on Deviantart. Go give her some love, she's very talented at what she does :).