I guess, you need some explanation? Me and solaneandbawb do snippets in Discord every day and to make it more interesting and challenging, every day we have a different challenge. This time it was a snippet based on Picture but since I fell asleep after writing it, I couldn't post it right away and doing it only now.
The picture in particular is here:
So... the snippet itself:
There was something hiding in his chest, the feeling of something unnatural when he was looking at his partner in particular moments. Something not light and really clingy.
He! He deserved to be there, not that cat! Not that obnoxious, arrogant, insolent orange cat who - that little piece of fur - was melting under each touch of his partner and dared to purr, to meow, demanding her attention to him.
The jealousy. That what it was called. Maybe even some envy, but jealousy took a lot of space in his chest, leaving only a few squares spare for something else.
He needed to do something! Something that will distract Ladybug from the cat and turn her attention to him. Of course, violent measures were out of the option because: a) He would commit a crime by doing this and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for; b) Ladybug wouldn't forgive him for this; c) The cats don't deserve that kind of expression from the people because the cats were the best.
But how could he grab her attention?
Chat looked at the cat closer, observing each movement that he did with a frown. After 5 more minutes of observation, Chat decided that it was time to do his own move...
To say that Ladybug wasn't impressed would be the same as saying that Hawkmoth was clearly not a designer outside of the costume. Each of his attempts to make her scratch his back or behind his fake ears caused her eyebrows rise higher and higher.
"You're not a cat, Chat," Ladybug said to him after he failed to do a wiggle that cats do when they want people to pet their belly. "You're a human in a first place, but I appreciate your attempt to act like a real cat. You didn't have to pretend someone else if you wanted me to talk with you."
Why? Why she was so perfect? How could he fell again in the well of those charming blue eyes with no way out of there? He could only continue to stare in them and dream about something distant.
Day 24 is doneee!! And it features a jealous kitty hehe. I loveee writing jealous Adrien/Chat!! I hope we see more of him in the show. Hopefully around Marinette too haha. Anywho, lemme know what you think <3
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Chat blinked, staring inside Marinette's window, his stomach in knots. She was inside, giggling away as she looked up at Luka. The musician was laughing with her, his hand on her shoulder as he said something obviously funny. He twisted his lip, trying to push away the uncomfortable feeling that was worsening in his chest. He had never felt anything like this before and he couldn’t understand why it was happening now. Rubbing his stomach, he wondered if it was because of something he ate. Perhaps his chef cooked something that didn’t agree with him. Yeah, that was probably it... no other reason.
When Marinette leaned against Luka as she laughed at another funny thing he said, Chat unconsciously crossed his arms against his chest, narrowing his eyes into slits. Perhaps he was so upset because this was supposed to be his time with Marinette. Yes, exactly! Fridays were his nights. He was supposed to be the one making her laugh and playing video games with her. Chat’s lower lip jutted out as he tapped his foot impatiently. His tail swished out angrily behind him as he waited for Luka to finally leave.
When the musician finally did wave Marinette goodbye, Chat barely waited for him to fully disappear out of her room before he burst into her room without knocking. Giving her a bright, almost smug grin to her shocked face, he nodded down at the other hatch. “I thought he’d never leave.”
She slowly shut her gaping mouth, raising an eyebrow at him as she stared at him rather pointedly. “So you decided to just burst in? What if someone had heard you?”
He shrugged his shoulders, his smile widening in amusement. “Let them. I don’t think it’d be so bad.”
“What on earth has gotten into you tonight, kitty?” Marinette tilted her head in confusion. “Are you akumatized or something? You don’t usually act like this?”
“Act like what?” Chat blinked at her innocently. He brushed away the fact that his stomach pain seemed to have mysteriously vanished, making him almost want to purr in satisfaction.
“Like... like...” Marinette huffed, pushing up off of the desk chair she was sitting on. She paced on her floor for a few moments, muttering to herself before whirling around to point at him accusingly. “Like you’re jealous or something.”
He slowly made his way off of her bed, taking a few steps towards her. Was she right? Could he be... jealous? The feeling was starting to remind him of the incident with Copycat. But back then it was understandable. He was in love with Ladybug and he didn’t want anyone else stealing her from him. This was Marinette. One of his best friends. Perhaps he was just jealous that Luka was taking up time that was meant to be for him. That made more sense... right?
Giving her a crooked smile, Chat apologized, “Sorry, purrincess. I guess I was just a little upset that he was taking up a lot of our time,” he gestured between them before nodding at her computer with a bright beam. “Are you ready to play games now?”
“Uh-huh,” Marinette said rather skeptically, her eyebrow rising as she looked him up and down. An odd look finally settled in her eyes as she met his gaze again. “Are you sure that was it? I thought I saw you a few times outside... watching us.”
He flushed, darting his eyes away from her piercing, sapphire eyes as he scratched the back of his neck. Chuckling nervously, he said, “Y-you saw that?”
“I knew that was you!” she snapped her fingers. “I thought I was going crazy after a while but then you slammed into my room like... well, like a jealous tomcat.”
Chat’s cheeks turned even darker as he realized that she hadn’t known for sure that he was spying on them. Marinette took a few steps closer to him, making him move backwards as she bumped him against a wall, poking a finger in his chest. “Just why were you watching us, kitty? Are you sure that it was just because he was taking up too much of my time?”
He blinked down at her, her bright blue eyes burning up at him rather passionately. Her breathing was different, more sped up as she kept her finger directly on his chest. Chat struggled to catch his own breath as he couldn’t keep himself from drifting his gaze down to her lips. They looked so perfect and kissable and she was so close. It would be so easy to just... no! They were just friends and he shouldn’t be thinking things like that.
Sucking in a deep breath, he banged his head against her wall lightly as he closed his eyes, keeping his thoughts from straying. Quietly, he murmured, “I-I am sorry purrincess. I just saw Luka here making you laugh and I got a little upset that he was taking up our time together.”
“Hmm, I think you’re lying,” Marinette said and Chat’s eyes sprang open to meet her sparkling blue ones. “I think it was a little more than that. You did burst into my room, after all.”
He gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from her smiling, teasing lips once again. She opened her mouth to say something else but this time Chat couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and connecting their lips together. Marinette squeaked once quietly before she relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck. His eyes popped open and he jerked his head as he gazed down at her in surprise. She slowly fluttered her eyes back open as she gave him a small, happy smile.
“I, um...” Chat said in a high-pitched voice. He cleared his throat once to bring it back down to its normal pitch. “W-was that okay?”
“That was perfect,” she giggled, peering up at him from beneath her lashes, chewing on her lip rather nervously. “Is it alright if we do it again?”
Instead of answering, he simply nodded, crashing their lips back together again. Chat sank into their kiss this time, snaking his arms around her as he held her tightly against him. For the first time, he was kind of glad that Luka came over. It made him realize that he did have feelings for Marinette. Plus, now he could do this. Tilting his head, he deepened their kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip. He was never going to give this up. Not even if Luka begged. Marinette was his princess.
Anyone else besides me wanna see a fanfiction where all the heroes are vying for Marinette’s attention? Like I feel like it would be a comedic gold mine.
I had a suuuperr fun time writing this chapter haha! I love writing a jealous Chat/ Adrien and we need more of him in the show plzzz. I wanttt ittt!! Anywho, lemme know if you liked this chapter <3
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Chat watched Marinette with amusement. She was humming lightly to herself as she danced around her room slowly. His head poked down through her trapdoor as she still hadn’t noticed his arrival. His smile grew wider as he watched her twirl. She was so adorable.
Unable to help himself, he murmured, “Well, hello there, purrincess. Are you practicing for something?”
Marinette shrieked, whirling around to look at him with wide eyes. His lips twitched with glee as her eyes narrowed. She then placed a hand on her chest, glaring at him rather harshly. “Oh my god, what are you doing here Chat?! You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought you were a murderer!”
“Pawlease,” he slid down to land on her bed, bouncing slightly once he rested on it. “No murderer will attack you with superheroes on the loose.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, crossing her arms when he flexed in front of her. She gave him an impatient look, tapping her foot on the floor. “And where are these superheroes because so far I’m only seeing a stray.”
“Meowch, purrincess! That hurt!” Chat pouted at her.
She shook her head at him before climbing the ladder to sit down next to him, bumping his shoulder with hers. “I’m pretty sure your ego can handle it.”
He chuckled, enjoying how close she was. This wasn’t something he usually saw as Adrien. She was typically too shy to tease him back. Leaning in close, he gave her a small smirk. “And how’s your ego doing knowing that I just saw you dancing with yourself a few moments ago?”
Marinette turned a light pink, shoving his face away. Ducking her head down, she muttered, “Shut up! You weren’t meant to just barge in and see that!”
Chat chuckled, leaning his head back as he watched her cheeks flush an adorable shade of red. Shaking his head, he asked, “So, why were you dancing, then? Got a special date for a big dance coming up?”
She lifted her head back up to give him a fiery look, her lips pursing in displeasure. “Of course not! A-at least not the date part, anyway. There is a dance coming up at another one of Chloé's parties, though. That is maybe, sorta, why I was practicing.”
His eyes lit up as Marinette chewed on her lip, tapping her index fingers together as she glanced away from him. She must be hiding something with a reaction like that. Chat gave her another small smirk, leaning back as he watched her closely. “Are you pawsitive you don’t have a date, then? You look purrety nervous for someone going alone. Especially when it seemed like you might be practicing for someone.”
She turned a darker shade of red, biting her lip as a small began to spread across her cheeks. Marinette glanced away from him, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. Quietly, she murmured, “No, I don’t have a date... but there is someone I want to dance with. I’ve danced with him a few times before, actually, so I don’t know why I’m still so nervous. I guess it’s because I’m always shy around him.”
His grin lessened somewhat as a strange feeling settled in his stomach. Trying to brush it away, Chat shook his head. Glancing back at her flushed cheeks, he tried to speak cheerily, nudging her shoulder lightly. “So, it sounds like you like him, then?”
Marinette’s face turned even darker and she giggled almost sheepishly. “I have for a while, actually. But it doesn’t mean anything, he only sees me as a friend.”
“He sounds like an idiot,” he muttered sullenly. He glanced away from her as he again tried to shake off the sudden mood he had gotten into.
“He is not!” she pursed her lips, smacking his shoulder. “He’s just a little oblivious! I don’t think he knows I like him.”
Chat jumped off the bed, extending his hand as he looked up at Marinette with a pair of mischievous, green eyes. After all, he had also managed to dance with her a couple of times before, albeit as Adrien. Maybe he’d be able to take her mind off of her mystery man at the party tomorrow and dance with her a few times. Nodding at her, he glanced down at his hand. “What do you say we teach this mystery boy a lesson?”
Marinette blinked down at him with her wide, blue eyes. She looked down at his hand before meeting his gaze again. She bit her lip shyly, as she murmured, “I-I don’t know... it’s kind of late.”
“Come on,” Chat jerked his head with an amused grin. “One dance won’t hurt. Besides, it’s better to dance with someone rather than all by yourself.”
Giving him a glare even as her lips twitched into a small smile, Marinette then rolled her eyes before coming down the ladder. She accepted his hand gratefully, a pink flush on her cheeks once again when he brushed a kiss against it. Her eyebrow rose as she drew her hand back. “I thought we were dancing?”
He chuckled, grasping her hand as he pulled her closer. Quietly, he murmured in her ear, “We are.”
Marinette then giggled happily as Chat swept around her bedroom floor, using his many years of ballroom dancing etiquette that his father made him suffer through. For once he was finally happy that he endured those lessons as Adrien as her bright laughter filled his ears. She was definitely his favorite dance partner. Her warm arms embraced him and he almost wished that he wasn’t in the suit so that he could feel her closer.
Slowly, once she was gasping for breath after he had led her through several dances, he stopped. He gazed down at her with a soft smile as Marinette glared up at him with a pair of glittering, happy, sapphire eyes. “I thought you said it was one dance?”
Chat shrugged, his smile growing wider as he murmured, “Purrhaps I lost track of time.”
“Mhm,” Marinette said, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him.
He simply chuckled, his eyes landing on a stray strand of hair that must have come out of one of her pigtails during their dance. With a gentle hand, he pushed the strand back behind her ear. Her eyes gazed up at his own with some shock as her lips parted. Chat looked back down at her, on the verge of something that he didn’t quite understand. Carefully, he drew his hand back, brushing lightly across her cheek as he did so.
Marinette closed her mouth, swallowing quietly as his eyes darted down before he met her gaze once again. She shook her head once before clearing her throat. “Thank you for the dance, kitty. You were right, it was good practice.”
For some reason, his heart sunk in his chest and he gave her a shaky smile. “Y-you’re welcome,” he croaked before clearing his own throat.
She nibbled on her lip and Chat opened his mouth to say something before she cut him off. “A-anyway, it’s getting late. You should probably get going. I have a big day tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” he sighed weakly, trying to again get rid of the odd mood that hit him. “Goodnight, purrincess.”
“Goodnight, Chaton,” Marinette called after him before he ducked out of her bedroom hatch.
Running a shaky hand through his hair, he shot one last look down at the trapdoor. Pursing his lips as a feeling of loss ran through him, Chat began to make his way back home. He’d have another chance to dance with her at the party tomorrow. He’d just need to make certain to grab her first. With a quick nod to himself, he settled on his plan, finally feeling excited once again.
Day 20 is finished!! Whoohoooo hehe! I can't believe we're almost done with Marichat May :O. I don't want it to endddd D:. Lemme know what you think of this chapter though :D!
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Chat’s mouth fell open once he ducked into Marinette’s bedroom and caught sight of her. His eyes widened and he felt a silly smile begin to twitch at his lips as he saw her grin over at him.
“What’s the matter kitty, cat got your tongue?” Marinette giggled over at him as she twirled for him in her pink dress.
“No, no. I’m sorry,” he shook his head to clear the haze that had taken over it and tried to stop his heart from beating out of his chest.
With another small twirl and a giggle, she asked, “So do you like it then?”
Chat blinked up at her after he got distracted from the shimmering gown, “Like what? Sorry.”
“The dress, silly,” Marinette snickered at him.
He gave his head a firm shake, trying to snap himself back into focus. The fact that his heart was still flip-flopping in his chest wasn’t helping any. Managing to give her a weak smile, he purred at her, “It looks purrfect, purrincess.”
“Aw thanks, Chaton,” she beamed at him. Her sapphire eyes gleamed happily up at him before she looked down at her dress thoughtfully, “I still have to make some adjustments though.”
Smiling shyly back at her, “Well, I couldn’t even tell, honestly. It really is amazing, Marinette. Did you make it yourself?”
“Yeah, I did!” Marinette spoke gleefully, “I’m glad you noticed! I spent a lot of time on it. Especially on this thing,” she glared down at the pink butterfly on her waist, fingering it lightly.
Swinging down from the bed to look at her dress close-up, Chat gazed down at the butterfly with a small smile, “Well it’s pawsitively adorafur. You did really well on it.”
“I would hope so,” she blew out a breath, moving a hair that had come loose from her pigtails, “I spent hours making it look perfect.”
“So, I was wondering, where are you wearing this purrty dress too?” he said as a small, mischievous grin formed on his face. Adrien may know about Chloé’s ball, but Chat Noir didn’t. It was funny watching Marinette’s face scrunch up disgustedly as she talked about the blonde.
“Chloé’s having another ball and unfortunately everyone was invited so Alya’s dragging me along,” Marinette rolled her eyes, “I just hope it goes better than her last one.”
With a quiet chuckle, he grinned at her, “I’m sure it will, even if that girl can be clawful.”
“You’re telling me,” she rolled her eyes once again.
“So, have you got a date?” Chat asked slyly, wiggling his eyebrows up and down at her cheekily.
He wasn’t expecting Marinette to duck her head and blush. A silly smile formed on her face as she twirled one of her pigtails around. A strange feeling roared to life in his stomach. An uneasy, almost nauseous feeling hit him as he heard her giggle. This was something he never felt before. A small frown creased his brow before it smoothed over after she spoke, “I don’t know, maybe.”
It was weird how quickly the uncomfortable feeling disappeared, leaving behind an almost palpable relief. Chat barely realized when he was blowing out a quiet breath of relief. Slowly, he tensed though, “What do you mean, maybe? Are you thinking of someone in particular?”
“What are you jealous, kitty?” Marinette glanced up at him with a smug smirk. He froze up for a minute, eyes darting everywhere but on her. Her giggle stopped him though as she patted his arm softly, “Relax, Chaton, I was just kidding. I know you’re not jealous. That’d be silly.”
“O-oh, r-right,” he chuckled uncomfortably.
“But to answer your question, I really don’t know,” Marinette shrugged, “I’ll probably just go with Alya if I don’t get asked.”
Any last, remaining amount of tension drained from his shoulders. Curiously, he rolled them, wondering why they had tensed up in the first place. Clearing his throat, Chat gave her a small smile, “Well, I hope you have a fun time, purrincess, but unfurtunately this kitten’s gotta go. I’ve got photoshoots and homework to do. I’ll catch you later.”
“Goodnight, Chat Noir,” she giggled at him with a shake of her head as he jumped up onto her bed.
“Have a great night, Marinette,” he called over his shoulder before taking off into the night.
We’ve seen Marinette getting a cat and Adrien being jealous but imagine her getting a dog and Adrien being fucking terrified as well as pissy?
The dog tries to chase Adrien up trees.
Adrien hisses at the dog.
Marinette just thinks that Adrien is not a dog fan.
The dog and Adrien compete with each other for Marinette’s attention.
Adrien carries around a lint roller to brush Marinette off every time she comes to class with dog hair on her.
Chat Noir and the Dog fight over who gets to sleep with Marinette in the bed.
Chat literally rubs up against Marinette to put his scent on her to let the dog know who his princess belongs to.
Every time Adrien comes over, the dog nudges them a part to prevent him cuddling Marinette and snuggles Marinette instead, who just thinks her dog is so cute.
When Marinette and Adrien lay down next to each other, the dog lays its head on Marinette’s shoulder to rub its scent on her. Adrien is not happy.
Marinette’s face is red when Adrien nuzzles up against her.
When Marinette and Adrien are dating and cuddle each other, the dog has to snuggle her too and gives Adrien the side eye until he moves away from her. As soon as Adrien moves, the dog happily takes his place.
When Adrien tries to put the moves on Marinette, the dog jumps on the bed and starts licking Marinette’s face effectively cock-blocking Adrien.
If Hiro Hamada and Marinette Dupain-Cheng were friends Snippet episode
Imagine Hiro and Marinette having a sleepover at her place and just joking around when Chat drops in and he’s shocked there’s another guy around his princess.
“Princess, who is this?” Chat can barely contain a hiss
“Umm Mari why is there a guy in leather and cat ears here?” Hiro asked wondering why the hell his friend was face palming and NOT freaking out someone broke into her room.
“Oh my god Chat why?” Marinette wants to jump off a cliff
And then Chat sits them down as they clearly don’t understand what boys and girls their age do together when left alone as this should not be happening and why had her parents allowed this BOY near his princess was beyond him and Baymax is there to provide visuals and Hiro and Marinette just want to die.
“So Hiro if you decide to lay one hand on my princess in any way that is not platonic--”
