Miraculous Ladybug Oneshots

Chat Gets A Fish-LadyNoir

"Ladybug! Ladybug!" Chat Noir yelled, running towards a crime scene.

It was a measly crime scene, just a small robbery, but Ladybug was there just to ensure she could spring into action if she was needed.

She glanced at Chat Noir once, rolled her eyes, and turned her attention back to the grocery store, though she couldn't hide the tiny smile that crept up onto her face at the sight of Chat's stupid, child-like grin.

"M'lady! I thought I might find you here. Look! Look at this! I got a fish!"

At that she had to turn around. He got...a fish?

Yes, yes he did.

A plastic bag with a yellow coloured betta fish dangled from his claws.

"You got a fish?" she asked.

"Yes. That's what I just said." He reached out and touched her ear. "Are your ears okay?"

She swatted his hand away. He smiled even more.

She snarled. His grin grew.

He held the bag up to his face, then kissed the plastic. "How are you wittle fishy. Daddy's gonna get you a big aquarium, with delicious food and beautiful decoration. Okay, darling? Okay." He nudged his nose against the bag.

Ladybug gagged.

He just baby talked a fish. And, referred to himself as daddy. In third person.

"If you do that again," she warned, taking back his attention, "I will rip that tail off your suit."

Instinctively, Chat swung his tail around and glanced at it.

"Do what?" he questioned.

"The baby talk thing. Calling yourself Daddy."

"Aw, Daddy wuvs it when you get mad wike that," he teased, flicking her nose.

She grabbed his tail, fearlessness evident on her face.

"Ah! I'm sowwy!" he exclaimed. Then, horror flooded him as he realized he did it again.

She yanked his tail.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Anyway, I came to find you because I thought it would be nice if we pick out the aquarium and decor together," he explained, looking more worried by each word. He thought she might say no.

"Chat. Are you telling me," she accused, "that you flipped your way all through Paris to a pet store, bought a fish, and not an aquarium?"

"Precisely."

"Urgh. Chat let's go." She stormed away.

He trailed behind pretended he didn't love it when Ladybug yelled at him.

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"Okay, so I was thinking about an epic dark theme, with like, black gravel. And then, we can pick a few bright colours for the decoration."

Ladybug nodded and his idea.

"But of course," he continued, "we'll need a tank first."

Ladybug pulled a small fish bowl off the shelf. "How's this?"

"I think..." Chat began. "I think he'd be happier in a bigger tank."

"What about this?" she offered, pointing at a 2.5 gallon tank.

"Quite small, don't ya think?"

"It's a decent size."

"I was thinking something like this," said Chat Noir tipping his head towards a tank.

"Like that?" Ladybug's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Chat Noir was looking at humongous tank. It was as long as her desk.

"Are you insane? That's huge! Where are you even gonna put it? And do you know how much it costs?"

He glanced at the price. "Yeah, I'm aware, but trust me, bugaboo. I can afford it."

"Of course you can. Just like you can afford a mansion," she deadpanned.

"Exactly," he replied, rather nonchalant.

She gaped at him.

"LB, I'll have you know, I've got a TV bigger than this tank."

Her chin dropped to the floor.

He put his fingertips to her chin to close her mouth, but his touch snapped her back to reality. She whacked him away.

"It's for the fish," he explained. "I want him in a wondrous tank that suits his every need and want."

"Your plan is to put a single solitary Siamese fighter fish into a tank as big as that?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Usually she trusts Chat Noir's decisions. He, like her was a super hero. They're both trusted for their intellegence and physical capacity. At the moment though, she had absolutely no clue what he was thinking.

Chat Noir's reasoning for his choice was that he rarely got to do anything for himself. Other than his school work, what was entirely his own responsibilty? Nathalie arranged his schedule, his personal chef cooked his food, his maid cleaned his room.

So when he found out his father was accepting of a pet fish, he was more than ready to put together a feeding schedule and a varied diet, along with tank maintenance and disease prevention. He was so excited to take care of something on his own.

Ladybug however, knew none of this, so to her, he was truly insane.

Still, she tagged along and helped pick out plants and rocks.

"Hey, Chat!" she called from the other side of the aisle.

He came dashing around the shelves.

She held a colossal hill of black rocks, speckled  with many colourful artificial starfish. There were multiple large holes in the structure for the fish the swim through, and even a bright green plant wedged into the top.

"It's perfect, right?" she said, seeming enthusiastic for the first time that day.

Her smile was all it took to brighten Chat Noir's excitement more than he knew was possible.

"Paw-sitively purr-fect."

They pranced to the register, Ladybug's hands tangled into fake plants, while sort of lucky Chat had all his decor in the gigantic aquarium he was carrying.

Ladybug struggled to believe her eyes when Chat Noir payed like it was nothing.

When they stepped outside, Chat Noir was eager to rush home and set up his aquarium.

"We should hang out more," he said to Ladybug. "And I mean like, regular hang out stuff. You know, 'cause we always seem to meet in high stress situations."

"I dunno, you're a lot smarter when in battle."

She thinks I'm smart!

Chat Noir walked home, a tank full of fish tank decor in his arms. His tail was tightly curled around his fish's bag.

She thinks I'm smart!

He wanted to name the fish after her.

{A/N}

Hey guys. I'd just like to inform you that there will be no oneshot next week (August 24th) as I'll be going on a trip (in my favourite rocket ship...)