Full Summary:

While on her way to visit her cousin in Paris, Marinette's ship is attacked by pirates and she is mistaken for Princess Chloe of all people. Kidnapped by the self-proclaimed "infamous" pirate captain Chat Noir, she must convince him otherwise while finding a way to convince Bridgette that Crown Prince Felix is NOT her soulmate. Then there is the younger brother, Prince Adrien and his unusual fascination for her. Too bad he's engaged to Princess Chloe.

What's a girl to do? Help her cousin seduce the Crown Prince? Let herself fall for Prince Adrien and his sweet gestures and gentle words? Be wooed by Chat's bold advances and flirty jokes? (slight Pirate/kingdom AU. No miraculous)

Yes, this is a "slight" pirate theme, but mostly it will be based around the prince/princess/kingdom aspect. Paris and France are two neighboring countries (because fuck geography). Also, I noticed Felix has his own character category, but Bridgette does not. She needs to be added! I want to read Felix X Bridgette fanfics!

Also, I will update my other miraculous fanfics soon. I've just been really busy with life, work, Halloween parties, and a hospitalized friend. Plus procrastination and sleep deprivation. Like right now. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

One of a Kind

Ch 1: Fated Mistake

Waves slapped against the dark, almost black wood of a ship as it sailed with purpose. Dark green sails dropped, and the ship picked up speed, turning twenty degrees starboard. Its crew worked quickly and quietly, in the darkness of the night to be ready for their current mission. Cannons were loaded, guns were prepped, and the swords, already sharpened.

One figure, dressed in all black, stood, perfectly balanced on the bowsprit at the head of the ship. A hanging belt swayed in the breeze, almost like some animal tail, an assumption one might make if they happened to notice the all-too-obvious cat ears pinned atop his blond hair. The gloves he wore ended in sharp points like claws. Even without a weapon in hand, these claws could easily slice through flesh if he so chose to use them. A leather mask hid the upper part of his face; a face, that if one looked carefully, was quite handsome. The black of the mask made his green eyes pop like the eyes of a cat. He was of average height, but his body was lean and tone. A silver and black sword and sheath hung at his side from the belt around his waist.

The young man, barely into adulthood, stood still as his eyes remain fixed on the glow of a ship ahead. His lips tilted upwards in satisfaction and anticipation.

The full moon, the only real source of light that night, was hidden behind thick, yet parting clouds. It would be far too late for them to see the danger that approached. To late to see the black flag.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng yelped as she accidentally pricked herself with a needle. The rocking of the ship did nothing to help her balance, or lack thereof while working on the extraordinary gown before her.

It was not a dress she herself had designed or crafted, as there was no way she could afford even a yard of the golden fabric used, let alone the ACTUAL gold and diamonds that were embroidered into it. No, she was only making adjustments to the dress. The dress really belonged to the Crown Princess of France, and the total pain in everyone's ass, Chloe Bourgeois. It was the dress she had chosen to wear when her engagement to the second Prince of Paris was publicly announced. The royal party and announcement were still a month away—so as to give the two royals time to get to know each other. Personally, Marinette actually felt sorry for the prince, not that it was any of her business.

She was the daughter of two well-renown and skilled bakers, and although she enjoyed baking, she yearned to be a seamstress and design her own clothes for commoners, nobles, and royals to wear and admire. Princess Chloe would do neither, of course, as she seemed to greatly despise Marinette. The only reason the two girls personally knew each other was because Chloe's father, King Andre had wanted his daughter to interact more with girls her age, and thus threw her a party at the age of nine with many little girls and boys of commoner and noble descent. ...That was probably the worst idea in history. Things were said, cake was thrown, some girl lost half her hair, an ice sculpture of Chloe was beheaded, and most everyone went home crying. Marinette never injured anyone at the party, nor did she behead the ice sculpture. She did, however, shove a large piece of red velvet cake into Chloe's face after being berated for half an hour over her family's meager income, her mother's foreign heritage, and her father's baking skills. ...Chloe had it coming.

That's why it was such a surprise Marinette had managed to not only be allowed to visit Paris but had been hired to touch up and adjust all of Chloe's outfits for her engagement trip. She didn't have to pay for the travel, and was instead, being paid to work. The whole reason she wanted to even go was so she could see Bridgette, her older cousin.

Bridgette worked as a maid at the castle in Paris and often sent letters to Marinette and her parents as they were the closest relatives she had, both physically, and emotionally. Bridgette's parents had died several years ago, leaving their only daughter to try and find a home and an income, something difficult for unmarried women to do. As much as Tom and Sabine had begged and begged, Bridgette would not leave France to stay with them or move to the eastern continent of Asia where Sabine's side of the family lived and could take care of her. They soon found out why.

At some point after becoming a castle maid, Bridgette had gotten it into her head that the Crown Prince of Paris had an interest in her and that she and he were destined to marry someday. Her delusions and one-sided feelings were concerning and dangerous. Romantic or sexual involvement with nobles was always a bad idea. Royalty was worse, and considering the rumors of how strict Paris's king was and how cold the crown prince was, the Dupain-Cheng family worried for her life. Marinette was going to try and talk her cousin out of her fantasy and hopefully bring her to France where she could make a new life and maybe fall in love and marry someone closer to her status, or at the very least, someone not destined to become a king.

Marinette sighed and rubbed the sleep from her sore eyes. The lamplight kept dying, making her detail work more difficult to see and her eyesight taxing. The private room she was in was both her sleeping quarters and workshop for this trip. It was a spacious room, but with all the dresses and gowns worn by manikins, it was a little cramped. Originally this was to be Chloe's room, but the brat cried and screamed and threw a tantrum about staying in such a small and dull room, and refused to be on the same ship as Marinette. Marinette felt the same about sharing a ship with Chloe and was more than happy to be told that the princess was taking a different ship a day or two later. Their course would be a longer, but safer, which meant the young seamstress wouldn't have to hear Chloe's nagging and snide comments for a few more days. It would be bliss.

Unfortunately, it also meant she had to make all the adjustments from memory or use her own body as a stand-in. The girl's had similar figures, though Chloe had the bigger chest and Marinette had wider hips.

The sooner she finished this dress, the sooner she could relax and enjoy the rest of the trip. With that in mind, she undressed and slipped the dress off the manikin so she could put it on. It took a while thanks to the confusing and somewhat annoying backing that tied the bodice together. The fabric stretched very little, so she had to keep her breathing to a shallow minimum. Was it bad to hope Chloe would faint while wearing it? Maybe fall face-first into a piece of furniture and lose a tooth?

Marinette turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror. Despite some of the complaints she had about the gown, it was very nice. Gold wasn't her color at all, but even someone as poor and unimportant as her could look like a princess.

Maybe it was some childish fantasy she had or a sleep-deprived craving, but Marinette wanted to pretend she really was a princess. ...If only for a moment. ...Nobody would know. ...It would be her little secret.

Marinette opened up one of the drawers and pulled out a large, flat box. Inside, cushioned with a molded pillow to safely fit and secure the treasures, was a delicate, gold and diamond tiara fit for a princess. Okay, it wasn't the real deal. It was gold-plated with glass diamonds. The real tiara was with Chloe. This one was to fool thieves should someone try to steal the tiara before the engagement announcement.

Just as careful as if it were real, Marinette placed it on her head and looked at the mirror once more. A bashful smile spread across her lips at the giddy feeling that arose inside her. Her fingers played with the ribbons in her hair that held her pigtails up. She pulled them out to let her short hair fall around her.

"There... That looks more like a princess."

The ship suddenly lurched to the side as something rammed into it from the starboard side. Marinette fell into the naked manikin and the tiara fell off, rolling across the floor. Several loud explosions went off, shaking the ship slightly. Sailors and guards screamed and shouted at one another, giving orders, alerting the others, or shouting at whatever had caused all the commotion.

Someone burst into the room causing Marinette to scream in surprise. It was the ship's captain. "Stay in here and keep the door locked, Miss Don't open it for anyone but me. We're under attack." He tossed her the key to the room and shut the door as he left, not even taking note or caring that she was wearing the Princess's dress.

Marinette scrambled to her feet and thrust the key into the door, locking it. She stepped back towards the bed and sat down. Her knees and hands shook and her insides squirmed. The tiara glinted in the lamplight and Marinette reached down and grabbed it. Even if it was fake and even if they were under attack, if it broke, she'd have to work for the rest of her life to pay for it. Chloe would see to that.

Another explosion made her scream in fright as the screams of the men outside seemed to die down. Had they won? Were they safe?

The sound of footsteps approached the door and Marinette stood, ready for the captain to give her the okay to unlock the door. ...It never came.

The handle of the door twisted as whoever was on the other side tried to open it, but the door did not move. Marinette's breathing stilled. This was not the captain. The captain knew the door would be locked.

BANG!

Marinette screamed again as the door was kicked open, almost falling off its hinges at the force.

"Ah. There you are," said the man who had just kicked in the door. There was a hint of amusement and satisfaction in his angelic voice along with something else she couldn't place. "Princess Chloe Bourgeois."

"...Say what?"

If you like it, please review. I'll try to keep the chapters somewhat frequent as I actually have the whole story planned out. I just need to get it all typed up. This WILL be a long story. Just a heads up.