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miraculousprotector‌:

@ches

Quietly, marinette worked on her apology dinner. after she was sure the cure had worked she had cleaned and cleaned.

Flung every window open for hours until she was sure that the scent of blood had been cleaned from the apartment and had baked up a delicious tray of sweets. Minature Mont Blanc, apple tartans. Riz à l'impératrice. Wonderful tasting treats to cover any scent that might still linger.

She could only hope Ches would let her apologize. Could only hope that he would come home now that the disease had passed.

Marinette was glad he hadn’t been home when that voice had come on the TV. It had been a knee jerk reaction that had sent the remote she had cluched very nearly into it.

The ladyluck could only pray that Chesire hadn’t been near a Tv when the voice came on.

Now she was absently working at the stove again, hunched over a frying pan and working fat scallops around in the mix of wine, butter and flavor filled herbs.

Waiting on a kitten that might not even show…

Of course he had been dumb and left something in her apartment.

Cheshire didn’t want to return and risk overthinking these damned thoughts that plagued his mind. He was fucking aware of his feelings, and that was something that needed to end. And he was aware that his Hanahaki fit had ended, so that only meant.. Shit. Don’t think about it.

The cat could have easily avoided Marinette; this wasn’t his home and he didn’t belong here. And even though he knew that some invisible force would nudge him towards her. But damn. His old stupid self had fucking left something in his room in her apartment, and he wasn’t able to teleport anymore today.

Slowly he pushed the window open, lucky that he had left it unlocked as he swung a leg into the room. His other dangled from the lack of support until he was finally straddling the window’s ledge. His gaze shifted between the room and outside as he sighed to himself and turned to enter the room. Standing straight, he took a step and tumbled to his downfall.

He stepped on a ball--he had been looking for that!--and he immediately lost his balance as he crashed into the ground because of the stupid rubbery sphere. “Ugh,” he groaned, staring blankly ahead at the ceiling. With all of his fucking rotten luck of course that would happen. He just hoped that she didn’t hear his tumble. 

Petals done

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miraculousprotector‌:

She needed another loophole. Marinette frowned and dropped her hands to her cellphone and smiled. No speaking and no looking? That was no issue to someone who again, was a very clever little bug. With carefully movements she wormed the blanket up over her head and began to type. ‘i don’t know the extent of what’s gone on in your past but I know what it’s like to be unable to speak your feelings to someone ches. For a long, long time there was someone in my world that I harbored a major crush on. Like, to a really unhealthy extent. I would get clumsy and tongue tied and unable to get a single word out around him. It’s one of the reasons why I was so worried about crushing on you. I didn’t want to have that happen and turn into some overdramatic stalking freak. You deserved someone who could give you a healthy relationship. Now, at this moment we’re facing something scary. But you’ve been here longer than I have, right? Than you know the beech stuck in that mirror isn’t going to let anyone in their pet project die. It would defeat the purpose of bringing us here. I think this is them getting impatient and wanting more matches so they’re hoping a good scare will pop out the love confessions. We just need to center ourselves and not give into panic. I can wait for you to be ready Ches.’ And squishing her eyes shut, she stuck her arm out and tapped the phone on the floor!!

The tap caught his attention. He glanced up from his turmoil and looked towards her, taking note of the phone. Cheshire leaned forward but reeled himself backwards as he saw the paragraph on her phone. Certain words caught his attention. Admittedly he was shocked.

But he was also angered.

“Why- why do you keep dancing around my request?” Cheshire asked. His teeth gritted together, and he could feel the pulse point near his temple throbbing with the build-up of emotions.

“You know what. I’m fucking over this. I- I thought you’d actually listen to me but I feel like you’re fucking toying with me and ignoring what I’m saying.” He clenched at the carpet, the tiny fabrics burying itself between his fingers and nails. His eyes squinted as his nose crinkled from frustration.

His lips curled upward as he stared at the ground. “Marinette, I- I can’t do this right now. I need to leave. I’m out.” Without giving her a chance to move or respond, he snapped his fingers and poofed out of Marinette’s apartment. 

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miraculousprotector‌:

She bit the insider of her cheek even harder as she heard Ches come in… And had to fight every part of her that wanted to say something or peep open her eyes. She really did feel bad for putting Chesire in such an emotionally tight spot. It took her a few moments of thought when she found a loop hole. Just because she could see or couldn’t make a peep didn’t mean she couldn’t help her kitty. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too huffy at her! Carefully she squished her eyes shut as she adjusted only one hand to cover both eyes, and than held out her hand to where she had last heard him speak, silently offering her support by curling her fingers towards her palm in a come here gesture.

Cheshire stared at Marinette, his gaze glazing over as his frustration boiled over. He fought against monsters, was cursed after disobeying his lady, and did some unimaginable shit that he couldn’t even begin thinking about.  But when it came to something like this, Cheshire felt even less powerless than when she stripped him of his powers.

Heavy eyes lidded upwards, his lips pressing together as he stared at her. What was she doing? Sneaky little girl. She found a loophole. It was comforting to see her support, but he couldn’t go to her.

Falling to hiss knees, Cheshire rested on the floor as he attempted to gather his bearings. He inhaled through his teeth as he covered his eyes, burying his face into his hands. “Why is this so damn hard?” he cried. “Every one of the idiots roaming through Wonderland’s street make it look so damn easy to tell someone that they’re interested in them.”

“I can’t fucking do this! I can’t- I just can’t!”

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miraculousprotector‌:

“ok. I promise. No peeping and no speaking.” She felt tears start to prick prick at her eyes and start to drop down the side of her face. How could she do anything less than what he wanted her to? Chesire was here, was willing to still be nearby even though she had pressed him into such a tight, tight corner. So, she did the only thing she could think to do. Pale, shaking hands clasped over her shut eyes and she caught the inside of her cheek between her molars. Marinette carefully breathed past her nose as she hovered between two extreme ways that this could go wrong, wring, beyond wrong. What would he say? What would he do? How could marinette stand it if he didn’t want her friendship anymore?

Peeking into the bedroom, Cheshire’s eyes quickly ensured that Marinette’s eyes were closed. Covered. Even better. 

He walked into the room, tucking his hands into pockets as he took a deep breath. Calm. Composed. Comfortable. Despite his reluctance to get involved with this type of shenanigan, Cheshire had always witnessed others admitting their feeling. And they always made it seem to easy.

“Listen, I, uh- You see-” Every word that he started to say didn’t sound right, and Cheshire began tripping over them. His eyebrows furrowed together and he thought about the words. His hands curled into fists in his pocket. “You said- I-”

He had thought that this would be easier if Marinette couldn’t see him and watch him struggle under the growing pressure. But in all honesty, he was afraid. Marinette wasn’t like Mila; nothing could happen. But the Mirror could do something. Others could do something

And Cheshire could do something too. God, he couldn’t do this.

“Ugh,” he groaned, wincing as he bared his teeth. “Why is this so fucking hard!”

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miraculousprotector‌:

She blinked once and than twice. Chesire was.. still here? Still here. And talking to her. it confused her tired brain but she sluggishly rose up from the bed and took a breath. Cleared her throat to ensure her pathway was clear and nearly nodded. Than recalled ches wouldn’t see her nodding and flushed. She projected her voice as best as she could. “I hear you Ches!!!”

The back of his neck grew hot, and he desperately rubbed the spot to satisfy the burning itch. Cheshire raked his hands down  his face to wipe away the tears--when did those get there?--and he focused his attention. 

She had responded, so this was okay. It could work. And then he would leave. Because no one was stupid enough to stay with a cat. But.... he needed to say this.

“I-I need you to listen to me. And don’t interrupt. No words. No comments. Nada!” he said, raising his voice. Pushing away from the counter, he approached her room and continued speaking. “And I need you to keep your eyes closed.” His stomach grew uncomfortable as he hid beside the wall, leaning against it as he awaited her response. “Will you do that?”

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miraculousprotector‌:

She slumped backwards into the bed, energy spent. It had taken so much out of marinette to lay that out that sentence. to give into Chesire’s demands that she be honest with him and herself. Blank blue eyes stared up at the ceiling as she forced herself to rationalize everything going on at the moment. Chesire was leaving. She was alone. That would be fine! She had known this might happen. After all, how could marinette weigh Chesire down with herself? At any moment she could be forced to give up her memories. How could she curse him with a partner who might forget him? Was she truly such a monster? Ches deserved so much better than her. She stared at the ceiling and wrapped a hand around her mouth. Forced herself to make not a sound as petals filled her mouth and her body trembled. She only unclamped her hand to reject the petals into the trash can. The only sound a ticking clock. “I’m sorry.”

“Gods fuck, gods fuck, gods fuck it all!” Cheshire’s fist slammed against the corner as he dug his teeth into his lower lip, drawing blood. His sight spun around him and he wasn’t sure which way was up.

Heat pooled on his cheeks, and he knew that the damn had broken. Who the hell was he? How did this happen? Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he had realized the shit that he would never understand. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He couldn’t do this.

But he had to do something.

After a moment, he spoke. Loud enough so he knew he would be heard. “Marinette!” he called out, taking a shaky breath. His hands turned to grip the counter, keeping himself upright. “Can you hear me?”

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miraculousprotector‌:

Marinette felt the guilt eating her up from the inside out. How could she be so stupid, so selfish? Ches had only been in her bed less than three hours ago in a near melt down over this stupid shit! And just because she didn’t want him to leave her while she was in agony she did the most stupid and selfish thing in the world. God, no wonder no one could stand the thought of her as a romantic partner. “I.. I said I love you. I’m sorry Ches. I know you’re not going to want me. Not like that. I don’t expect us to be anything but friends! I know how you feel about romantic stuff. I’m content with whatever you can give me.” This was all she could. Damage control. Pray he didn’t loath her from those three little words and she hadn’t sent him spiraling into a dangerous mood where he’d run off. Where he’d never want to be near her. Never want to eat her cooking….!!!

She had said it.

Marinette had said the three words that that the cat had been afraid of for so long, deeming that they were unecessary and a complete waste of time in Wonderland. Yet here he was, his subconscious believing in the stupid emotions. And Cheshire was no longer a victim to the disease.

He had been ready to leave the room, his hand already on the door’s handle. “Really? Y-you actually had to say that now.” Emotions were difficult for Cheshire and he never knew how to understand or express them. He fully understood that he was close to Marinette, a feat that very few had managed to achieve in Wonderland. And he was beginning to acknowledge that these ridiculous feelings were stronger than he thought because of this stupid illness. But he still wasn’t ready to admit it aloud yet. Not when he was such a frigtened little kitten.

And even if he could, Marinette had just admitted that she didn’t want som-no, Cheshire himself-to feel pressured into saying something. So he was at a mute point.

“God, you stupid little girl!” he said, choking on a gasp. Why did he feel like he was going to cry? When was the last time that the infamous Cheshire Cat actually sobbed? “I can’t say- I’ll fuck-” His grip on the knob tightened until he felt his hand falling asleep from the strain. He slammed the door open and rushed into the living room without another word.

Don’t let her see you cry. Cheshire doesn’t fucking cry!

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miraculousprotector‌:

She didn’t want to be alone! Well, marinette wouldn’t really be alone but the kiwami could only do so much to offer comforting touches. They could barely hug her wrist, let alone her body! Panic bubbled in her stomach at the thought of Chesire walking out that door. Walking out that door and never coming back until it was too late. What would happen if she died before telling him? If he never learned? Could she stand that? Could she? Pale hands gripped and twisted the blanket. Slowly becoming numb as the smallest, most fragile voice she had ever spoken in came out. It was such a tiny voice she wondered if he could even hear those tiny, little words. “I love you, Chesire.”

Even with his animal senses, Cheshire was barely able to hear Marinette as she spoke. Though her mouth moved, her words fell deaf to his ears. Yet his eyes-- his stupidly attentive eyes--thought he had managed to read the phrase. He wasn’t sure if he had heard her correctly, but he was actively aware that his voice wasn’t as scratchy as it previously was.

And that was something he wasn’t ready to entirely come to terms with.

Underneath his jacket, Cheshire’s arms grew gold. Goosebumps tickled his arm as he stood there. His face was void of a grin or a frown or any emotion. It just showed his confusion as he tried to understand everything happening. He felt like he was going to be sick, and it wasn’t from the Hanahaki.

“What... what did you say...?”

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sirserpentine‌:

“ Jabberwhat now? My dear boy, I am terribly confused! One moment I’m in my machines waging war and the next minute here with this keychain and an apartment on the beach! Can’t I have such a small reprieve from the confusion and dismay?! Latching onto to my dear lady bug friend?! How do expect me to conquer this world without making friends and minions out of them?!”

He paused.

“ Besides, I like her outfit. It is cute and reminds me of my son. Granted he was a spider and not a ladybug but same principle! Would you like to see a photo of him?”

Machines that wage war? Now this intrigued the cat. This was a question for a later date.

“Listen, I understand. As someone who helped plop people into this dismal world, I get it. You can get whatever fuck wad minions you want. But leave her out of your shenanigans.” But wait. Reminds of a son?

“You’re saying that this ladybug reminds you of your son...? Show me the damn picture.”

sirserpentine‌:

“ Now that’s not very nice at all young man! Where are your manners?” 

Pentious crossed his arms and huffed loudly, clearly offended by the insult. To think he had taken the time to try and quiz him on his merits at being his slave! So this was the thanks he got for working overtime?! These people would never be satisfied would they? It wasn’t enough he has to talk to them and look at them, apparently, he had to mingle as well! So many hoops he had to jump through just to rule the masses! It vexed him greatly.

Pentious once against withdrew his gaze from the other, clearly irate from the exchange. All these primitive people running around, unknowing just who stood before them. Perhaps he should be the bigger man and accept they’ll never truly understand that he was an almighty demon with a vast empire in the hellscape…as well as an army of living eggs.

“ I’m not going to offer you my lordship again until you apologies  for that remark! I’ll have you know my scales are soft and smooth, like the sands of Naboo!”

“Your... lordship?” Cheshire arched an eyebrow as he stared at the snake, his eyes raking up and down along the... creature’s (?) length. A tiny smile cracked onto his features as he snorted to himself, his nose scrunching with his amusement. Why was he finding enjoyment in this stupid interaction? It was confusing and less than desireable. But with talk of eggs and shit, he knew he was talking to another loony being brought into Wonderland.

"Apologize for what? Hurting your damn feelings?” Cheshire threw his head back as he laughed. “I’m sorry, I just-” He took a shaky breath, tears brimming his vision. This was too good. “I knew that worms had five hearts, but I never thought that you guys actually had feelings.”

miraculousprotector‌:

“I don’t think you can ruin an infection Ches.” She let out a soft little laugh and rubbed her chest almost absently. Yes, marinette still held flowers in her lungs. And they would grow and grow. They would slowly leech the moisture from her lungs; paper thin roots clinging to the capillaries and sapping away her life. She blinked at him slowly. “And I told you. I don’t want to tell the person I love. Not like this. When u confess I don’t want the threat if my health and welfare to force him into saying the words back. I want him to have the freedom to reject me without this hanging over his head like a blade.”

It felt like his chest was being stabbed by the same invisible force by earlier. His jaw clenched together as he tried to keep himself from showing his discomfort. Marinette was such a noble and good-natured person. And it irked him so much. It bothered him so much that she would would take this stranger’s well-being into concern before her own. She’s too good for him. Both for Cheshire and this stranger.

“I don’t... hear about this...” Cheshire whispered through clenched teeth, his words barely audible to even his own ears. His fist clenched by his side.

“God, Marinette. Why the hell do you keep doing yourself?” As much as he didn’t want to hear about this shit, he just wanted her pain to end. He couldn’t handle the stench of her blood looming in the air. “You don’t know how badly this could end for you. You could die from this stupid illness and for what? Because you want to be some fucking saint?”

The dam was shaking; it threatened to break. “I need to get the hell out of her,” he announced, briskly walking to her bedroom door.

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sirserpentine‌:

“Annoying, stupid, and ignorant? I would be shocked if I wasn’t used to idiots like you. There are plenty of people that would argue with you about noodles. Noodles aren’t just made from grains. They can be made from vegetables and beans.”

“You probably just insulted a load of people. Better knock it off before the Jabberwocky mistakes you for some sort of rotten zoodle. We don’t want ‘im getting sick. Now do we?”

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“I can tell. I would understand why you’d want to keep something like this underwraps.” Marinette gave him a soft smile as the phone was planted back on it’s charging dock with a little thonk. She remained silent for a while. Letting the other calm and recenter himself before she patted the space beside her. The night was still semi young after all. Want not? “C'mon ches. Tuck back under beside me. It’s nice and warm. Don’t want to be freezing the tips of your ears off, do you?”

If anyone understood, it would be Marinette. It was always Marinette, and Cheshire still couldn’t wrap his head around her determination to allow him in her life. And to understand. And feed. And... return to the bed?

An invisible hand clamped around Cheshire’s heart and slowly squeezed it, the cat grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He was unsure of the ache he felt; it was dull yet painful all at once. “My ears are covered in fur,” he deadpanned, his brows falling as his eyes lowered. “I doubt they’ll fall off.”

He turned his back to her and sighed heavily. Hanahaki still affected the girl. And that idea did not settle well in his stomach. “Besides, you still have that stupid disease,” Cheshire murmured, shifting his gaze over his shoulder. “I don’t want to ruin your stupid inflictionn or risk-” coughing up mine again. “Apparently this disease is all knowing. Maybe listen to it instead of trying to keep to your-”

Don’t finish it. Do not finish it. Cheshire took a deep, calming breath, barely noticing the ease in his breathing.

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sirserpentine‌:

“ Yes she is. I LITERALLY JUST SAID THAT! Were you not listening? Open your ears fool! I just said that she was my right hand anythin- I mean right hand woman! Yessss!”

“Of course I heard you. I’m pretty sure everyone on the other side of The Looking Glass can hear the loud and annoying shit that you’re spewing. Now read my lips, you limp noodle: she is not your right hand woman. Claim your damn ownership elsewhere.”

“She’s not your right hand of anything. Get your head screwed on straight, you slimy worm.”