Miraculous One Shot Compilation

Pickup Lines

A/n - I've seen several other people's one-shots with this title, and I wasn't going to do one, but this last Valentine's day my favorite YouTube channel came out with 'pick up lines according to Google Translate'. Even after I watched the video, I still wasn't going to. Then my mom watched it with me and gave me a sideways look when it mentioned feather allergies - so blame her.

At first, it seemed to Ladybug that this evening was going to be much like any other that she had spent patrolling the city with her partner. She was still under that false notion when she arrived, extending a friendly greeting to Chat - who was already standing there with his back to her. "Good evening, Chat, how are you?"

He seemed to turn his head in slow motion to face her, much like a beloved character in a horror film right before their grotesque transformation is revealed. The only difference was that there was nothing wrong with his face; one could perhaps even call it beautiful the way his face lit up when he saw her. "I'm feline fine tonight because I get to spend time with mew."

Ladybug blinked in surprise. This wasn't the first time he'd tried a pickup line on her, but he'd never been so quick on the draw. He hadn't even said 'hi'!

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked him with a chuckle.

"Sure I am! You know, Ladybug, I'm no psychic, but I can see a future with you."

"I think you'd better get your eyes back on the city," she commented, squinting her own eyes against the darkness.

"You know, since I'm a cat, I really should crown you my quean." A/n - I googled this term just to make sure, and apparently it also means something rude. To be clear, quean is a technical term for a female cat, and is my intent here.

"Chat..." she warned him, yet not having the heart to outright crush his playful mood.

He went accommodatingly silent for the rest of their patrol, but once they reached the point they regularly departed from, he turned her by the shoulders so he could look into her eyes. "Can you help me?"

"With what?" Her partner was really confusing her tonight.

"I'm lost in your eyes, and I'm looking for directions to your heart."

Ladybug found she couldn't help but giggle. What was this mood he was in tonight? She turned her head to the side, forcibly breaking eye contact with him. "You're not lost in my eyes anymore. Is that better?"

"Why would I want to find my way backward?" he huffed.

"Chat," she shook her head. "Why are you like this?"

He pondered her question. "I'd ask if you were an angel, but I'm glad you aren't, because I'm allergic to feathers."

She bopped him on the nose with her finger. "That's why I'm called Ladybug and not Ladybird. Goodnight, Chat, I think you've said enough for one night." With that she swung off toward her home, ending an evening unlike any other that she had spent patrolling the city with her partner.