Emperor's New Groove inspired.

Marinette sighed as she flopped back on the cart, body heavy and tired. Going up to Paria to cell baked goods and deliver them to the palace was a long and exhausting trek, worth it for the money, but a long one.

But it was done.

She was home, will have a deserving break and-

Marinette jumped when a bundle rolled into her lap, blinking at the sleeping black cat. Staring at it, she reached out, lightly running her hand over soft, dark fur, smiling as the black cat stretched out from her pet. "Where'd you come from?" she wondered, glancing back at her cart, suspecting this cat must of nestled down and slept there, and got an unintended ride back to the village outside the city.

Well, it didn't look owned.

Most that owned a cat were the wealthy. And those cats usually had colors and elegant fur.

This one didn't have a collar, and the fur was a bit ragged and dirty.

Though the fur was still pretty nice...

Well, she'll be going back to the city in a few days, she can listen out for anyone missing a cat, till then, she's quite sure it'd be happy here. Things were pretty peaceful here, and no one would mind a cat hanging around.

She smiled as the cat unconsciously stretched and pushed against her scratches, pleased with the attention.

"Who's such a pretty kitty?" she cooed to it.

She blinked when the cat gave a start against her, silver eyes snapping open and locking onto her.

She jumped when the cat gave an alarmed yowl and leapt away from her, tearing off and running straight into a wall.

Marinette sat up, alarmed.

The cat stood stiff for a moment, face flat against the wall, then slowly backed away, making the most upset face Marinette's ever seen.

She crouched down low, slowly approached the cat, softly asking, "You ok kitty?"

She froze when the cat whipped around to face her, hissing out sharply, "Don't you dare come near me!"

Marinette jerked back, eyes wide.

It spoke.

The cat just spoke.

When the fact clicked in her head, Marinette whipped away with a frightened squeal, making him jump. "Demon cat!" she cried, scrambling back.

The cat blinked at her, squinting. "Demon cat?" he repeated, looking around wildly. Then he froze, then slowly looked down, spotting black paws.

The cat jumped high with yelp, landing gracefully and kicking his feet about, like he was trying to scatter water off him, pacing around with frantic awkwardness, muttering to himself. "How did this happen, why did this-"

The cat stopped, whipping towards her, looking ready to snarl.

Only to stop, and really stare at her, ears perked up and high.

"You're not Bridgette," he declared, ears going flat on his head.

She blinked at him. "No?" she confirmed.

"You're a peasant!"

She blinked, raising a brow at him. "Peasant?" she repeated.

The cat turned away from her, muttering, "Why am I with a peasant? I was at the palace, what, what happened-"

The cat stopped, his eyes going wide as he remembered.

"Oh you make such a cute cat Felix."

She didn't.

Yet, he was a cat.

She did.

She did it.

"Don't you worry, I'm not going to leave you like this. An act of love lifts the spell, and I love you. If you accept to be mine, I'll lift it from you. Return you to human form. But you have to be mine, My Felix."

He closed his eyes, a growl coming out of him, his hackles rising.

She did this.

Another act to try and get him to marry her.

Another go to get him to be hers.

She was not going to get away with this.

This was too far.

He made the peasant jump when he faced her once more, and earned her scrutiny when he ordered, "You're taking me back to the palace now, peasant."

Marinette stared at the cat, brow raised. "...I'm doing what now?"

Felix quietly sighed.

Nothing could go his way, could it?

You know, I don't think I've ever seen Bridgette written with a villainous role. I've seen Felix portrayed as a villain a few times, but never Bridgette.