She was a clever girl.

A clever, evil, and utterly cunning little goddess.

And she was fooling them all with her naturally big eyes, sweet words, tiny body, and cutely eating cookies. Even now, as Felix glared down at her intensely, hand covering his mouth to hide the frown that she knew was there; she just stared up at him, cutely nibbling away at the cookie like a mouse at a chunk of cheese. All the while waiting like a panther, ready to pounce for her kill.

He just needed to make his move.

Step into the many traps she had set up.

And the evil thing had the gall to look amused.

She was going to win.

They both knew it.

No matter what strategy he thought of it, Felix couldn't think of a way around her and her forces.

He was hopeful to at least take her queen before-

Crash!

Then again, maybe there could be a blame to his loosing game.

"Plagg! No! You little shit get back here! PLAGG!"

The kwami in question just cackled as he flew around the room, dodging Marinette as she jumped after him, trying to grab the little god.

Felix sighed, moving his hand to pinch his nose. They were being quite rowdy. Distractions. Very, very insistent distractions. There was a reason why when people (and little gods) played chess, they played them in quiet areas.

Evidently Marinette's room, while knitting, wasn't such a place.

Or maybe he should have just left Plagg home.

But that would mean hearing him whine about being left behind.

Or maybe the little imp would have just followed him.

Either way, this was troublesome. And annoying.

Marinette jumped up, managing to smack the red yarn ball out of Plagg's grasp, much to his vocal displeasure. Unfortunately, it bounced near Felix, jerking the blond to attention, eyes following it as it rolled away.

It looked very scared...

And helpless...

Soft giggles reeled him back to the game. He met Tikki's amused eyes. She gave him a charming smile as she asked, "Would you like to take a break?"

Narrowing his eyes, he made a hasty move, sliding a knight around the board, threatening an unguarded castle. He was going to take her queen at least before he lost. Behind him, Plagg squealed as he got a hold of the yarn ball once again, Marinette hot on his tail.

And like before, she successfully swatted it out of his grasp.

And once again, it bounced right by Felix.

It bounced right in front of him, barely missing the board, and Felix completely blamed instinct on this.

Or Plagg.

Yes, he blamed Plagg.

He wouldn't be acting like this if he didn't have that damn cat in his life.

When that ball bounced away, Felix flew out of his chair in pursuit and pounced on it, pressing that soft ball hard to the floor. He could hear the "Alright Felix!" his Queen was about to declared, before he sat up and started to knead and tug at the yarn, barely hearing the faint sound Marinette made at the now ruined yarn ball. In his defense, he was miffed and frustrated and has been trying to ignore this ball for too long something just had to be done.

Plagg dove down on the yarn ball, trying to tug it from his grip as he hissed at his chosen. "Mine!"

Felix ripped the ball away, hissing back, "Mine!"

Continuous "Mine!"s and hisses came from the two cats as they fought over the yarn ball, each trying to tug it away from the other.

A frustrated Marinette threw a scrunched up piece of paper at the back of Felix's head, not that he noticed, too focused on keeping the ball for himself.

"I suppose he was ready for a break," Tikki reasoned, floating closer to Marinette, cookie still in her grasp.

Marinette huffed, glancing over at the board. Flicking her wrist to it, she suggested, "Go knock over his king. He's going to loose anyway." The game looked pretty much over.

"No!" Felix snapped, twisting around as he pointed an angry finger at his Queen. "The game is still on! I'm going to take her queen at least! And no Plagg! This is mine!"

Plagg snapped childishly, "I was playing with it first! It's mine!"

Technically, it was her's, and she was using it to make a scarf for Nino like he requested. Guess they all couldn't have what they wanted. "Damn cats," she grumbled, too agitated to be amused as Felix successfully drew away from Plagg and started to roll and flop away from the little god, trying to keep the yarn ball to himself and was gradually just tangling himself up in red yarn.

She was not helping him when he snapped out of it.

So recently posted up a fic of Plagg playing with yarn.

Had to do the same with Felix.