Disclaimer: I do not own Ladybug, Chat Noir, or any of their issues.

These were all previously published on Tumblr; in addition, some of them were things I submitted to my friend the-puddinator's blog, so you may have seen them there. I'm not taking credit here for anything I didn't write myself.

A contented sigh behind her made Ladybug pause before she bounded away. Over her shoulder she saw Chat Noir, a shaft of autumn sunlight gilding the edges of his suit and highlighting the gracefulness about him that she rarely had the opportunity to admire. With the feline fluidity of his namesake he reached both arms overhead, stretching languorously after their battle; his neck rolled easily from side to side, his back arched, and she imagined she could hear the quiet popping of his vertebrae. Though he faced away from her the relaxation in his stance was absolute, and a ripple of envy rolled through her. She still felt electrified from fighting and acutely aware of the state of her transformation, but fatigue and soreness were beginning to take hold of her, and she wondered if he felt it, too, or if all of his cares had already dissolved in the lingering afternoon warmth. Before she realized it she had turned fully, taken a step toward him, one hand extended; she caught herself, her eyes trained on her own hand as if it held the answer to a silently asked question. Then her attention was caught by the golden head before her tipping up to catch the sinking rays, and she knew without seeing it what a contented expression he wore, and the urge returned to her: to join him in the light, to run her fingers over his ears, across his shoulders, to stand with him one moment longer, to surrender to the peace radiating from him, to feel his purr vibrating beneath her hands. For too long she stood frozen in place, her thoughts a jumble of Would it be so bad? and But what about Adrien?, a nameless longing stuck in her throat and a heat in her face that could not be blamed on the sun.

Would it be so bad?

It took a quiet beep to break her trance and remind her that it was past time to be gone. She fled into lengthening shadows that could do nothing to dim the image in her memory.