But not the kind of search and rescue you’re probably thinking
of. Instead of navigating dangerous terrain and hiking mishaps, I save people
from virtual reality.
Whenever something goes wrong; whenever there’s a malfunction
with the neural simulator, and someone stays under too long—whenever somebody’s
mother finds them unresponsive after 15 hours and starts to worry that they
can’t wake up, my job is to go in after them.
Sometimes there isn’t even a problem. Some kid didn’t realize
how long they’d been in there. Happens all the time. Sometimes there’s a bug
and they can’t come out of the dive until I’ve fooled around, run an
antivirus—and sometimes there’s a real issue, but that’s rare. I’ve never
failed to save someone from what’s usually their own stupidity.
It seemed pretty typical when I entered the house. His mom
sat at the kitchen table, like they usually do, looking up at me anxiously over
her folded hands.
“Where is he?” I said.
“He’s right in here.” She opened the door to the bedroom. He
was lying on the bed.
I looked him over a bit. His lips were pale and dry, his
muscles were slightly tense but looked weak and wasted. I snapped my fingers in
front of his face, just to make sure he wasn’t faking. Teenagers will do
anything to get attention from their parents.
“Have you got any clue as to what the issue might be?” I
“That’s the thing,” she said. “There isn’t one. Not as far as
I can tell.”
“How long has he been under?”
“Two days.” I heard the tremble in her voice. “Thirty-six
“That’s a long time,” I said. “He must be getting pretty
She nodded fretfully.
“Don’t worry. I see it all the time. What were his gaming
habits like before this?”
She pursed her lips together, and then finally decided to
answer me. “To be honest, Isaac has been in there almost 24/7 for several weeks
now. Last time I saw him up and walking around, it was only to eat and barely
that. He wouldn’t speak to me when I tried to talk to him. We think he’s been
sleeping plugged in.”
“Hmm.” I gave the hardware another quick check. “Well, I
can’t just yank him out—but you know that. The brain damage could be
She gave a terrified look, so I quickly followed with, “But
there are other ways. Let me go try to speak to him. Maybe he can tell me what
the problem is.”
“I lost my way
all the way to you
and in you
I found all the way
back to me.”
There’s something liberating in forgiveness.
A murmur of a candle flickering back to life in the
dark parts of one’s soul, Betty wonders how many years of heartache she’d have
saved herself if she learned to forgive sooner. Not just her family, but
Darkness cannot drive out darkness. It can only
It takes Betty longer than she cares to admit in realizing
that, though she’d forgiven her father, the anger toward Polly’s decision to
take her life—Betty hadn’t forgiven her sister for that. It’d only been when
Tobi one day grabbed the frame off his grandma Alice’s bookshelf, his five-year-old
self running it up to Betty and Alice as they chatted in the kitchen.
So this is my first ladybug fic?? inspired by @miraculous-weeks. The prompt for this one was Mistakes / Aftermath and I tried to squeeze both ideas in a little bit because why not. This is also one of my first times writing angst (it’s not my forté) but I tried really hard and I think I like it! Hopefully I’ll be able to write some more pieces for other prompts throughout the week ~
Mistakes / Aftermath a ML angst fic with hints of LadyNoir (1193 words)
It had been a long and hard ride to the hospital. The car had been filled with silence as you followed the ambulance that housed your daughter. Stiles was in your passenger seat, having opted out of riding in the bumpy vehicle that you were speeding after.
Your knee was bouncing as your nerves ate away at your sanity while you sat in the waiting room. A warm hand rested on your knee, stopping the anxious bouncing, and you looked over to see Stile’s with the small, white, butterfly bandages covering the cuts on his face. His hand squeezed your knee in a comforting gesture, and the only thing you could do was smile sadly.
“She’ll be okay,” he reassured you, his voice trembling and cracking on each word. “It’ll all be okay” However, from the way that the slight smile faded slowly off his face, you knew it wouldn’t be okay.
After today, nothing would be the same.
You eventually fell into a restless sleep, Stiles’ shoulder becoming your pillow. It was a few hours later when you were shaken awake by your husbands soft hand.
You looked up, still groggy from your unhelpful nap, to see Dr. Geyer standing before you, hands clasped together in front of him and clipboard tucked underneath his arm. You glanced behind him to see Scott’s mother, Melissa, standing behind him, tears staining her cheeks, eyes red from crying.
You could already feel the burn of tears forcing their way out of your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you took in the sullen look on Dr. Geyer’s face.
You looked over at Stiles just as a tear dropped down his cheek. You watched his Adams apple bob as he swallowed, probably trying to keep it together for as long as you could. You both knew what was coming.
“I’m sorry.” You squeezed your eyes shut as the tears ran down your cheeks. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Once you heard those words come out of Melissa’s mouth, you broke
down, no longer being able to hold in the sobs that had been threatening
to escape. The noise in the waiting room for the ER fell quiet, your
heart wrenching sobs being the only thing that could be heard. Stiles
was crying quietly beside you as he embraced you in a hug.
AN:@a-little-light-zine is a digital Miraculous Ladybug charity zine to benefit the victims of Hurricane Matthew. Zine orders will be open until Feb. 1! I’m thrilled to participate in my first ever zine! Hope you enjoy :)
Despite being hypersensitive to their presence after so many months of fighting akuma, it’s an easy mistake to make. Distractions come in the bag of hot roasted chestnuts passed between them; in the sea of twinkling lights washing up before their feet that dangle over the edge of a roof; and in the joyous ringing of laughter and carolers rippling through the streets.
In the distance, the bells of Notre Dame sing the late hour, and the Eiffel Tower comes to life in a stunning rush of light that sparkles brilliantly for a few captivating moments before fading.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” Chat hums as the bells continue to chime. He deftly catches a chestnut that Ladybug tosses at him and pops it in his mouth. Undeterred, he puffs his chest out and belts, “There’ll be much misteltoeing and hearts will be glowing when loved ones are neeeear~!”
He nudges Ladybug cheekily at that and laughs as she shoves another chestnut in his mouth. Sputtering, he finishes, “It’s the most wonderful tiiime of the yeaeeaaar~!”
Ladybug’s Miraculous started beeping and she tensed, shooting a worried look at Chat; only to find him already staring at her. “We’ve got to hurry,” she muttered, swinging her yo-yo around as her eyes snapped back to the Akuma they were facing. She didn’t have much time left, she only had one dot left, but they were nearly done. She just needed to break his necklace and then capture his Akuma so she could purify it. All in a minute’s work…she hoped.
Chat nodded, pulling his staff back and dashing the other way to get the Akuma’s focus on him instead of Ladybug. While the boy was distracted, the ladybug-themed hero tackled him and ripped the necklace from his throat, causing the chain to snap and the black butterfly to fly out. She quickly captured it and smiled when a small white butterfly flew out of her yo-yo. “Bye bye, little Akuma,” she muttered, picking up the repaired necklace and handing it to the confused boy on the ground.
“Nice job, My Lady,” Chat grinned, his ears twitching when her Miraculous beeped in a last warning. “But I think you should go now.”
She smiled and was about to swing her yo-yo, freezing when the press started to circle them and ask multiple questions. They had cornered them, if she moved now, there was a chance she’d accidentally hit someone with the toy.
“Ladybug! That was amazing!”
“Ladybug, do you have time for a few questions?”
“Ladybug, are you and Chat Noir together?”
Her cheeks flushed red from that last one, but at the moment, that wasn’t really her top priority. Her blue eyes flickered to her partner, who looked just as worried as her.
Her Miraculous beeped for the last time and the final dot disappeared.
Chat’s mind was racing, and as the familiar sparkles started to cover Ladybug, followed by gasps from the press; he acted quickly and without thinking.
Before she could fully transform, Chat had wrapped his arms around her and extended his weapon, jumping on a random roof and running away as fast as his legs could carry him with her still in his arms. He could feel her grip tightening on him, hugging him close as she buried his face in his chest in a desperate attempt to hide it. Sure, she didn’t want him knowing either, but right now, he was her best option.
If she had to trust anyone with her identity, then it was him. A few months ago it would have been Alya because Marinette always thought Chat was irresponsible and childish, but he had proven many times he could be serious, including what he was doing right now.
The cat themed hero jumped into an alley, gracefully landing on his feet before letting Marinette go. The girl ducked her head and wrapped her arms around herself, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “So, now you kno-” she looked up, frowning. “…Chat?”
He had placed one of his clawed hands over his face, covering his eyes.
Marinette blinked. “Chat, what are you-”
“You don’t want anyone to know, do you?” He cut her off. “Correct me if I’m wrong, My Lady, but that includes me, doesn’t it?”
She stared at him, eyes searching his face (or, what wasn’t covered by his hands, at least) for any answers. When she found nothing but sincerity, she smiled, suddenly feeling very warm inside. Despite all of his faults, he really was the best partner she could ask for.
Chat jumped when he felt her soft, delicate hands on his, growing even more confused when she tugged gently. “W-what are you doing?”
“You deserve to know,” she stated simply.
He tensed, his heart starting to beat faster. “Buginette, are you sure-”
“Kitty, I trust you.”
He relaxed almost immediately at her words and she smiled when he finally allowed her to pull his hands away. His eyes were still closed when she removed his hands and she rolled her eyes, finding it both adorable and a little bit annoying that he was so unsure. She let go of his hands and stepped back. “Open your eyes, Chat,” she muttered softly.
Chat followed her orders, clearly still a bit hesitant despite all the excitement he was feeling. He blinked a couple of times, his eyes taking their time to adjust a bit to the light from being covered so long, but when he did see clearly, he was surprised, to say the least. “P-Princess?”
“Hello, Kitty,” she greeted, a bit awkwardly. There was a hint of a blush on her face, her cheeks tinted a light pink as she stared at him and waited for his reaction, hands behind her back.
Chat ignored the unintentional pun she made, his mind still processing what was happening. Sweet, cute Marinette was Ladybug? She seemed so…different. Sure, he had noticed that they looked alike (from what he could see, anyway) but the way they acted was way off. Marinette was shy while Ladybug was confident. His Princess was very uncomfortable with Adrien (why was that?) while his Lady just acted coolly around him.
“-Chat?” He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts as she waved her hand in front of his face, a confused look on hers.
“I asked if you were alright,” she frowned. “Chat if you don’t like-”
“No! No, that’s not it!” He assured her quickly, smiling when she relaxed. “I’m just…surprised, I guess.”
“Not something you would expect?” She said, rubbing her arm. “But something’s off, you know me behind the mask, don’t you?”
He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. Damn it, she was observant. “I-I’m that transparent, huh?”
“No, but you just confirmed it.”
“I guess I should-”
She surprised him again by reaching out and placing her hand on his, the one with his Miraculous. “Don’t,” she scolded lightly. “I don’t want you to show me who you are just because you feel like you have to, now that you know who I am.” She pulled back, smiling up at him. “I want you to do it because you want to.”
But he did want to, she had no idea how much he wanted to tell her. Right now, she wouldn’t let him though, she definitely wouldn’t let him for the following couple of months. So he wouldn’t, he’d do it when she wouldn’t expect it. “Stay safe, Purrincess,” he winked at her, grinning when she rolled her eyes at the pun. He jumped onto the roof and was about to leave when-
He froze. “Yes?”
Marinette smiled and crossed her arms, her tone turning playful as she looked up at him. “And don’t start being all protective over me in your civil form; that’d make it too easy for me to guess who you are. Make it a bit challenging, okay?”
He smirked, his eyes flashing. So she wanted a challenge? “Of course.”
His smirk stayed in place as he ran away, multiple scenarios flashing in his head. Sweet little Marinette really didn’t know what she just got herself into.
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