Miraculous One Shots

Bye, Bye, Little Butterfly. . .

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, hugging her knees to her chest. The cold Paris air bit at her face, but she hardly noticed. How could she, when the cold inside her was more than the wind could ever be?

"Hey, I didn't climb all the way up here to see you sulk." A leather-clad figure sat next to her, letting one leg dangle off the edge of the iron spire. "Do you want to talk about it?"

A broken chuckle escaped the lips of the heroine. "You're an idiot."

"Me-ouch, m'lady." Chat Noir joked, bumping her hunched shoulder with his own. "But I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific."

Ladybug moved her gaze away from him. "Why would you do that? Why would you jump in front of that blow?" She forced her sore body to her feet, wrapping her arms around herself in a fruitless attempt to ward off the cold.

"You know why, m'lady." Chat Noir approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame. Ironically, it didn't help to warm her. 

Ladybug shook her head, tiredly allowing her eyes to flutter shut. "No. No, I don't. You could've been seriously hurt! What would I - !" She cut herself off to swallow the sob rising from her throat, and lowered her voice to just above a whisper. "What would I do without you?"

He turned her around and gave her a geniune, sad smile. "You would keep living and keep fighting. I know you would, because that's who you are."

"Not without you!" She protested, pulling away from him. "Everyone thinks I'm so strong because I'm 'Ladybug', but I'm only Ladybug becasue of you! I can't do it. . . without you."

Chat Noir pressed his cold lips to her forehead before leaning his head against hers. "But you can. And you will." He took a step back. "Because you have to."

Ladybug opened her hand to view the silver ring in her palm once more, drops of salty liquid dropping onto the brilliant red of her suit. She clenched her fist before looking back up at her partner through tear-blurred vision. One foot moved forward and she wept of her hand, reducing Chat Noir to dust.

A single, white butterfly fluttered away into the night as the shattered girl fell to her knees.

"Bye, bye. . . little butterfly. . ."

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