A Brichat Little Red Riding Hood AU you never asked for but got anyway.

A young girl was skipping through the forest, her red shoes made soft thuds again the soil. She was taught to be careful but she was also carefree. Yawning, he awoke with the sound of crinkling leaves and snapped twigs, someone was in his forest, disturbing him. His tail flicked once while he stretched his limbs out, peaceful nap was no more. The sounds grew closer and his cat ears twitched in anticipation. Bracing himself for a jump, he heard the girl stop her skipping and slow to a walk, he knew it was a young lady based on the little tune she was singing. Did she not know this was his forest, his territory, and yet, he couldn't smell the fear from her. Step by step, she finally came into view. She was studying a small piece of paper, her brown picnic basic on her left arm, but the most striking was her red hooded cloak. The whole cloak was red, the sleeves went to her elbow and the red faded to black at the bottom of the cape. The closer she got the more her face came into view, she was beautiful, pale skin, blue eyes, dark hair, and with his advanced eyesight, freckles over her nose and cheeks. Deciding he waited long enough, he leapt down with a silent landing and leaned against the tree, waiting for her to notice him.

She didn't.

His smirk fell when she passed him with no interaction, he liked them to notice, and he sighed. "Little Red, Little Red, trespassing is a crime in this forest." Her squeal brought the smirk back to his face, she spun on her heel to identify where his voice came from.

"Says who?" She crossed her arms and her blue eyes turned icy as she stared at him. Interesting reaction.

"Why, myself of course," He would need to try another method. "Chat Noir at your service Little Red." He bowed in an over dramatic fashion and his tail swished behind him, drawing her attention.

She observed him carefully, the tail was almost as interesting as his ears were. The tail was thin and long, it looked just as fluffy as his cat ears, both black as night. His hair was a striking blond, slightly paler than sunshine yellow, softer. His eyes were cat like but a stormy grey and green combo that made him more mysterious. His clothing was black to match but she could see pale skin peeking out, he would have looked somewhat normal if not for the cat like features. The smirk adorning his face was supposed to be roguish, she guessed, but all she could do was giggle at him.

"Well, Chat Noir, I must be on my way. My grandmother is expecting me." She turned on her heel and went back on her way. She tucked the directions she was reading into her picnic basket. She couldn't believe he named himself Chat Noir, though it definitely fit the strange creature. She knew the forest was magical she just never knew how much was hidden from the public eye until now. She wondered how many other strange creatures must live in the forest, and what other mystical things it could hold.

He was a little shocked, she was walking away from him, how dare she. He sputtered a response before jumping after her and falling in step. "Might you grace me with your name?"

She hummed "Bridgette."

"That's a nice name. So, are those croissants I smell?" He leaned in extra close, when she turned to face him, she had to side step.

"Y-yes. I can spare one if you want?" So kind of her to offer.

"Mmmm, not today. Allow me to walk you to your Grandmother."

"Oh, it's fine. I can manage, it's just up ahead" His cat eyes were starting to disturb her, she had so many questions she wanted to ask him. If he didn't leave soon her curiosity would break though.

"I don't see many humans in my forest. I'll stay. Ask your questions, I know you have them." He walked with almost regal grace, his head held high, blond hair framing his face, his smirk was almost infectious.

"Why are you a cat? Are there more of you? Is the whole forest magical? Why are you here? How did-" Bri couldn't hold it in any longer, he gave her the go ahead for her questions.

"One at a time." his voice was low but full of command that made her swallow her words. She took her time, carefully thinking of the right one to ask first.

"Why are you a cat?"

He sighed, this was always the first question. "I was cursed. Next."

"So you are not magical?"

"Curses are magic, but I don't possess magic, just bad luck." They continued walking, now in silence, gone was his smirk, and her face was full of emotion. A small cabin came into view through the trees, the exit of the forest as well. Carefully he watched the trees get thinner and slowed his pace. Bridgette was too lost in thought and kept walking, he gripped her wrist to pause her. Turning to him, she raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"I must leave you, Little Red. I'll be sure to catch you on the way back." He flipped his grip on her wrist and brought the back of hand to his lips. Catching her gaze, he pressed a kiss to her flesh and flashed her a smirk. She pulled her hand back quickly, as if it was on fire, confused she looked down at it. His laugh echoed and she looked up, only to see him leap into the trees. Looking back and her hand, she saw nothing wrong. It wasn't till later when her grandmother discovered the palm of her hand held a black paw print. She explained it was the mark of the Cursed Chat Noir and as long as she was in his forest, she would always be found. Bridgette was outraged, she was tied to him now, she barely knew him and now he would always know where she was when she traveled. That is, unless she decided to kiss him and break his curse, but she told herself that there was no way that was happening.