Falling For a Demon (ML Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Demons and Angels

So this chapter is also in my other "Miraculous Stories" collection but it got such great feedback that I'm turning it into my summer project! It'll be a short story (5-7 chapters long estimating) but it'll be packed with lots of great moments! Hope you all enjoy!

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He was quiet today and certainly not the good kind. Not the kind that was only forced because she told him to, no, this was... unsettling. He was usually bouncing with energy, his wings rustling with excitement or just pure joy, despite how he was raised to act. He was a demon, sure, but he certainly didn't act like one.

Today he just looked miserable –quiet and over tired. His wings were tucked in tightly, proving just how tense he was. Eventually, Marinette watched as the black feathered limbs practically fell limp, drooping against his back almost like a blanket. Maybe he was going through some family crisis, she knew he always had daddy issues. Today could be one of those days.

She moved a bit closer before draping her white feathered wing across him, the equivalent of wrapping an arm around him. He glanced over at her, meeting her gaze for a moment before adverting his attention to the floor. She didn't say anything, she didn't want to pressure him into telling her what happened, she just wanted to comfort him and she wanted him to know that she would always be there for him. So she stayed with him, even through the unsettling silence.

Her thoughts drifted off, bringing up the memory of how she first met this friendly demon. Everything changed after that memorable day.

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She was running despite the ache and the pain in her wing that dragged against the ground, no longer able to move. Her other wing was tucked in tightly, long since given up on trying to fly away. She ran through the forest, barefoot with only one thing on her mind; Run. She was panicked and her breathing was laboured, her lungs burning with effort but she couldn't stop to rest, they would catch her and she might as well be dead.

Marinette glanced behind her, catching sight of two of them in the sky, following her with a steady pace, as if teasing her. They wanted to watch her run until she couldn't any longer. She didn't see the other one, wherever he was, she figured he'd show up soon to end this game of cat and mouse. They were like vultures, their black wings taunting her and with every sight of them her heart would skip a beat, fear rushing through her like electricity.

Damn Demons.

They had broken her wing, the feathers of her right limb ripped and torn, ruffled in pain and fear. Blood soaked through most of them, turning pearly white feathers a dark red. She risked a glance over at the damaged wing, glad it hadn't snapped completely. If they had bent it anymore, the bone would've bulged out of the the only thing holding it all in.

She had screamed and begged them to stop, but they only laughed until one of them finally decided it would've been funnier if she ran from them. They gave her a 10 second head start but with how fast they could travel with their strong wings, it was pointless, they were on her trail in under 3 seconds.

She ducked under a low branch and kept running, stepping over fallen twigs and plants. She tried to stay on a path to avoid any hazards but luck wasn't on her side today, she ended up scrapping her barefoot against a sharp rock, crying out as she stumbled over, breaking her fall slightly with outstretched arms. Her body screamed at her to stop, it needed a break and more than anything, some medical treatment. She could hear them laughing from above her, watching as she struggled to get up.

"Did you see her fall! How pathetic!" A demon laughed, accompanied by his friends. Marinette pushed herself up with a wince and placed a hand on a tree trunk for support, lifting her injured foot slightly.