Prompt: Chat Noir faces some competition. Canonish/Fluff Marichat Wish!

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Another Cat

Marinette sighed gently, scratching Chaton behind his ears and under his chin as the black cat purred.

The cat had grown larger and heavier during the months she had taken it in.

She had managed to hide him up until two months ago, then her parents had heard the meows coming from her room one day while she had been in school.

Needless to say her parents had been the perfect picture of intimidation when her mother held a bowl of milk toward the purring kitten sitting on her father's lap, who tried desperately to look serious with a small, adorable, purring kitten on his lap.

To her surprise they had allowed the cat to stay, but under the condition he was potty trained and not to enter the kitchen under any circumstances. He would need to primarily stay in Marinette's room and enter the living room on days off where none of them had to bake.

It was a neat deal. Now she had someone to cuddle with on rainy days.

She thought Chat Noir had been joking when he said purrs were medicine for the soul. But the longer she spent time with Chaton, the more she realized he had in fact been right.

The soft purring of her cat snuggled up against her whenever she got frustrated and the gentle vibrations and occasional pats of his paw on her leg did wonders to improve her mood.

She had nearly fallen asleep with Chaton in her arms when she heard the soft knock coming from her hatch outside.

Carefully setting Chaton on her bed, she opened the hatch and watched as Chat Noir jumped in gracefully with a grin and a bow, "Good evening princess, I do hope I'm not disturbing."

His gaze caught sight of the familiar cat on the bed and he smirked, "Oh? Looks like you're already busy with another tomcat, should I leave you alone?" Chat Noir waggled his eyebrows playfully.

Marinette rolled her eyes, "Very funny, kitty. I wasn't feeling so well so Cha-ah, my cat helped me feel better."

Crap

She couldn't tell him she named her cat Chaton. Despite already seeing him a few times, Marinette refused to tell Chat Noir what she named him, she would rather the ground swallow her up before that happened. He was bad enough as it was, he didn't need anymore ego strokes.

Chat frowned, eyes softening with worry, "What happened?" they suddenly hardened as did the tone of his voice, "Did someone upset you? Hurt you? What's his name I'll-" his hand moved behind his back, ready to grab his baton but Marinette laughed and shook her head, quick to soothe his nerves.

"Easy tiger. I'm fine, you don't have to protect me. Its just...it had been a hard week." she confessed with a soft sigh, allowing her tense shoulders to relax and craning her neck, stiff from doing all-nighters.

And it had been a rough week.

With the ever increasing workload for school and her designs as well as akuma attacks, she had barely caught a break.

Chat Noir's posture relaxed, "Oh..." his ears dropped, "Anything I can do to help?" He looked hopeful, genuinely curious and ready to help her.

Marinette smiled, remembering how, despite his silly antics, Chat Noir could be really sweet, "How about you tell me about your day?" She patted the free spot on her bed and Marinette settled on her pillows again, Chaton on her lap when the cat suddenly hissed when Chat moved close to Marinette.

He blinked, shuffling to the farther end of the bed, eyeing the feline warily. "No need upsetting my fellow people without good reasons. Cats can be nasty when purrvoked." despite the cat's reaction, Chat chuckled.

Marinette giggled, petting Chaton to calm him down, feeling the fur raise on his back threateningly in warning, "Dont worry, he likes you, he's just-"

A knowing look crossed the superhero's face, "Protective of you." she blinked at Chat Noir owishly, as if he'd grown a second head, "Yeah, I know." he offered a easy grin and Marinette giggled, shaking her head.

Chat watched fondly how she played and petted the cat and felt random but strong bursts of jealousy clawing at his chest.

Why couldn"t he be pet like that?

Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind.

He just hoped it would work.

Being as none threatening as possible, lowering his ears and body to the bed to be at eye level with the watchful cat, Chat Noir slowly, inch by inch, shuffled along the soft, sweet smelling bedding until his head bumped against Marinette's leg, "Marinette..."

When he flipped over onto his back to look up at the girl, she had a disturbed expression on her face, "...Chat...what are you doing?" Chat Noir eyed the cat, then Marinette, gently pawing at her arm, mimicking the cat's earlier actions.

He did his best puppy look, pupils dilated and ears pressed flat against his messy hair, lips pouty, "Chat..."

Just a little more...

Hiss

Chat Noir's gaze flicked over to the cat, who pointedly sprawled itself across Marinette's entire thigh, looking smug. If a cat could look smug at all.

Chat Noir frowned. This was war.

Gently pawing at her thigh, Chat Noir hummed, "Marrinetteeee...pweasse. Purrty pwease, pet me too."

Marinette sighed, stifling a yawn.

A little while later...

Marinette had no idea how she ended up in the position she was in, but she figured she couldn't really complain.

At first, Chaton had been curled up on her lap, while Chat Noir's head had been resting on her other leg before he had changed positions. She couldn't blame him really.

Purposefully or not, the cat had flicked his tail constantly to always land somewhere on Chat's eyes or mouth which offered many amusing sights of her partner's exasperated expressions.

She was thankful for the distractions, she felt oddly nervous when Chat Noir had looked at her with his smouldering glances. Like the room suddenly turned several degrees warmer and his messy hair looked strangely inviting to be pet. For scientific purposes of course...if his hair was naturally messy and soft or if he used some type of gel to make it that way. It looked soft anyways.

Now she felt...warm, content...and blamed the redness in her cheeks on the heat in her room.

Chat Noir was now leaned back against her pillows, with Marinette resting against his side and Chaton, surprisingly, sleeping calmly on her lap.

She didn't even remember how she got into this position. She'd felt sleepy after petting Chat and Chaton, who both started purring to her petting and dozed off after some time. Did Chat move her? Did she crawl over to him herself? No, Chat Noir was too much of a gentleman, as flirty as he can be, to do anything of the sort. She also noticed she wasn't on her side of the bed anymore so it was most likely she moved herself.

She was too nervous to move a muscle, what if he woke up and think she was making moves on him? Would he be creeped out? Turn tail and run and never come back?

She was about to try and move from her positon but the slight prickle of claws against her side made her freeze.

Hesitantly she looked at Chat's face and saw him sound asleep. When she looked down at his hand, it was twitching slightly, sporadically in his sleep.

She sighed in relief and smiled but she didn't really want to go anymore. She felt too warm and cozy.

She snuggled up against her big kitty, smiling at how warm he was.

After a while, Chat Noir's eye moved open slightly and peeked down at the sleeping girl laying against his side. The cat was watching him but there was no hostility there this time and Chat rose an eyebrow in question before blinking slowly, signaling he meant no harm or challenge.

The kitty looked away before adjusting itself on Marinette's lap to face them, he looked once at Chat before falling asleep and it made the hero's heart warm.

He trusted him. He finally trusted him. Well, he did spend the better part of the year trying to make Chat Jr. trust him. Not that he would ever tell Marinette how he secretly named her cat. She would surely kill him.

Or ban him from visiting her but that was just as bad if not worse.

Instead he relaxed, body melting against Marinette's softer one and he laid a hand protectively around her waist, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

"Sweet dreams, princess." he whispered into her hair before succumbing to sleep himself.

The cat stretched, regarding the sleeping humans curiously, before releasing a sigh and moving again, turning around so his butt faced the feline superhero while he affectionately rubbed Marinette's hand with his head.

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