Miraculous Ladybug One Shots & Scenarios

Social Media (Reveal)

"Please!"

"No."

"Paw-lease!" Chat Noir begged.

"You're not making your case any better." Ladybug crossed her arms to show him that she wouldn't cave in.

"Fine." He finally huffed. "I don't know why I'm even asking you. I can just make one on my own."

"You're acting like a child."

She couldn't believe him at times. He acted like a reckless toddler sometimes. Although he was Chat Noir, hero of Paris. This certain circumstance made Ladybug sure that he was the hero something.

Chat had mentioned it a few times to her before. The idea of them having their own socials. Yes, there was the Ladyblog but that was a fan page more or less.

"Imagine if you're bored waiting for me," he had mentioned one time during passing conversation of patrol, "you can interact with our fans on a more personal level."

"We're superheroes we don't need to-"

"Do you admire someone?"

"What?"

"You're a teenager, you must idolize someone possibly."

She thought of her bed room walls. "Sure."

"How would you feel if they interacted with you?"

She thought for a moment, "I'd be over the moon..."

"Imagine that happiness with our fans. Teens, adults, kids who maybe sit their rooms by their bedroom windows admiring and looking up to us, hoping to be just like us when they grow up. Imagine how happy they would be knowing we interact with them."

"Well if anyone's looking up to you I'm a little concerned... but I can see your point." The thought of someone wanting be like Chat Noir... was a scary thought. "But identities Chat."

"What does have to do with anything? You're a teenager I assume you have your own form of social media. We just make another account that's like our personal one but just superhero related."

"What if someone can trace it back to us?"

"You're worrying about nothing LB."

"...I'm still if-y about it." She said knowing her answer was a no.

"Why are you so concerned about it now?" Ladybug asked as Chat folding his arms, his body facing aware from hers as a form of protest.

He didn't respond.

"Really? Silent treatment? You are a literal child."

"Maybe a Twitter poll for our fans would say otherwise." He said still not looking to her.

"If you can make one on your own, then why haven't you?"

"Because we're partners," his tone was sincere, "before I do anything I wanted to consul you first." He drop his crossed arms as Ladybug had a puzzled expression on her face. "But if you say no about then I won't-"

"One."

"What?" He looked to her confused.

"You get to make one account." She held up her index finger gesturing the number one.