“Ready, Princess?” He says, gleaming green eyes and a bright, sharp sickle for a smile. He extends a hand out to you, palms wider and fingers longer than your own–each of them ending with a sharp claw.
He is a nightmare made flesh, sin and misfortune in human form, and yet you are not scared. Not when he looks at you so beseechingly, patiently waiting on the wrong side of your balcony railing, bell around his throat to show he’s tame.
(Are beasts and men ever truly tame?)
Normally, he would not have to ask. Normally, you would already be out there, painting the night sky red with your own brand of justice. But tonight, you are not his lady.
You listen to the murmurs of sound from downstairs. Your parents following their routine, unaware of their daughter being tempted away.
Tonight, you are a Princess escaping your tower.
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A/N: Uhhhh… really tiny thing that I mashed out because midnight was encroaching. I don’t know why Marinette isn’t going out as Ladybug tonight, but apparently MariChat (or MariNoir?) is my favorite iteration of the LadyNoir pairing so… 🙂
I so want to write more in this fandom so badly but my brain is not complying with me 
edit: now on ao3 as part of the series Spots and Bells (and Unnamed Tales) here!
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