Fic: My Hope Lives in You
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soc_puppetFandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Summary:norakwami: Fic prompt: "Cats have 32 muscles in each ear to help them ignore the shit out of you."
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galahadwilder: angst time: “Chat please stop dying”
Me: Oh, it is on, you fuckers.
AO3 link: I mean it, Cat!
Wordcount: 280
Ships: Ladynoir-ish
Notes: Post-Reflekdoll
Fic: My Hope Lives in You
Ladybug landed on the roof next to Cat Noir, intent on saying her peace before patrol started. There had been another akuma attack only a few days before, and that meant another near-death experience for her—or rather, for her partner. She didn't bother with pleasantries: "Cat, I need you to stop dying on me."
Cat flicked one of his leather ears at this pronouncement and looked away. “Shall we go east first tonight, my Lady?” he asked blithely.
Ladybug grabbed the offending ear between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it until he was forced to look at her. “I’m serious, Cat. Stop dying on me. You need to take care of yourself better!”
Her partner met her eyes seriously before looking away again. “I’m sorry, Ladybug, but this is what I have to do. You know that the city’s hope ultimately rests with you; if I go down, you can still save the day and bring you back, but if you go down? That’s it; it’s all over.”
Ladybug glared at him. Catching his face between both hands and forcing him to meet her eyes, she said, “No, it’s not. As long as my death doesn’t involve me vanishing—hell, as long as even my ears are left, you still have the ability to become Mister Bug and bring me back. I trust you to do that. The hope of Paris may rest on my shoulders, but my hope rests on yours. So stop killing yourself for my sake!”
Cat stared at her, eyes wide, then closed them and covered her hands with his own. “Okay, my Lady,” he told her, voice hoarse. “I promise I’ll try.”
--fin--
Summary:
norakwami: Fic prompt: "Cats have 32 muscles in each ear to help them ignore the shit out of you."Me: Oh, it is on, you fuckers.
AO3 link: I mean it, Cat!
Wordcount: 280
Ships: Ladynoir-ish
Notes: Post-Reflekdoll
Fic: My Hope Lives in You
Ladybug landed on the roof next to Cat Noir, intent on saying her peace before patrol started. There had been another akuma attack only a few days before, and that meant another near-death experience for her—or rather, for her partner. She didn't bother with pleasantries: "Cat, I need you to stop dying on me."
Cat flicked one of his leather ears at this pronouncement and looked away. “Shall we go east first tonight, my Lady?” he asked blithely.
Ladybug grabbed the offending ear between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it until he was forced to look at her. “I’m serious, Cat. Stop dying on me. You need to take care of yourself better!”
Her partner met her eyes seriously before looking away again. “I’m sorry, Ladybug, but this is what I have to do. You know that the city’s hope ultimately rests with you; if I go down, you can still save the day and bring you back, but if you go down? That’s it; it’s all over.”
Ladybug glared at him. Catching his face between both hands and forcing him to meet her eyes, she said, “No, it’s not. As long as my death doesn’t involve me vanishing—hell, as long as even my ears are left, you still have the ability to become Mister Bug and bring me back. I trust you to do that. The hope of Paris may rest on my shoulders, but my hope rests on yours. So stop killing yourself for my sake!”
Cat stared at her, eyes wide, then closed them and covered her hands with his own. “Okay, my Lady,” he told her, voice hoarse. “I promise I’ll try.”
--fin--
