Author's Note: Hey there everyone and welcome to this new Miraculous story that I'm writing~ It's one of those that I'm writing because I enjoy writing it and have a lot of ideas for it too~ So hopefully y'all will like it too~ I'll try and update it bi-weekly and toss in oneshots or a different story in between :3 Anyways, enjoy :D

Chapter 1

"Stay miraculous viewers!" the woman exclaimed, waving goodbye to the screen that was in front of her. With a click of her mouse, she cut off the feed to the video hosting service she was using to broadcast. She let out a large sigh and slumped in her chair, as she watched the chat room fill up with messages saying "Goodbye Ladybug!"

She smiled, feeling happy seeing so much positivity coming her way. She was fortunate and thankful that she had such a nice and loyal fanbase. At the present moment, it was small but she preferred it to stay that way, especially after what happened when she had a large amount of "fans".

The woman's name was none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a young adult who often streams video games for a living, alongside helping her parents with their family-run bakery. However, when she's online, she goes under the alias of "Ladybug", which is what all of her viewers know her as, except for those that are close to her.

She retrieved her phone from the side of her desk and checked her messages, seeing that she had only missed nine messages from her best friend and biggest fan, Alya Cesaire. Alya used to run a blog about heroism around France, but once she found out that Marinette had started up a channel on Twitch, she devoted most of her time to helping her out. A lot of the time these tasks included being a moderator in her chatroom, managing a Youtube channel for Ladybug's highlights of the streams, and networking with other channels for exposure. Marinette was thankful to have such a devoted friend to look after what she didn't have much time for, but she also felt guilty that she took up a lot of Alya's time with it. She told Alya once that she could continue her heroism blog, but she said that she enjoyed working with Marinette more.

She opened up the conversation and noticed that her friend was flipping out at her. Thankfully, it was in a positive way. She read out. "Girl… Check out this guy… Chat Noir on Twitch… You're going to love him… He's so popular… He just said he'd network with you… You have to do this… He's still streaming… Go and say hi."

Of course, her voice didn't match her friend's enthusiasm, but it appeared that her friend was serious and excited about this person. Marinette shrugged her shoulders and decided to search up the streamer her friend was talking about.

As the stream loaded, she looked around the man's channel page to get a feel of what he was like. He had a profile picture of a small black cat that was winking with a floating heart off to the side. The description underneath the stream was like most that you would find. Mainly rules for the stream and credits, nothing out of the ordinary, except for pictures of black cats that accompanied around the area. She felt it to be a bit weird that he loved black cats so much, but she thought it was just his gimmick; much like how hers was black spots on a red canvas like a Ladybug.

The stream finally loaded and she found that this streamer was playing one of her favourite games, Overwatch. He was playing as one of the tank characters known as Reinhardt. She looked up to the top right of the screen, where his webcam was located, and saw a young man that appeared to be no older than she was, was the one that was playing the game. He was quite handsome to her too, her face quickly covering itself with blush seeing him. The thought of playing with him didn't help any, but she managed to keep herself calm, and waited to see how he played before making any final judgements.

She sat and waited for gameplay on the screen, but none was shown. His character was stayed in the spawn area and just stood, not doing anything. She turned back to the webcam and saw that he was just posing for the camera.

She was irritated by this, that he wasn't actually playing the game. That's what streamers on the site were supposed to do, play a game for their audience to enjoy. She looked around his page and stream for signs of a charity mention, hoping that perhaps he was doing this for charity, but none were to be found.

She took to his chatroom and began typing. "Aren't you going to go into battle?"

She sent the message, but it quickly became buried underneath many hearts and compliments from other viewers, that appeared to be enjoying this "show" he was putting on. She sat and waited, hoping that he was able to see the message. From experience, she knew it would take at least 30 seconds for him to see it, so she sat and watched him, to see if she would be acknowledged.

As soon as the time that she had to wait passed, she saw that he stopped his posing and leaned into the screen. He began chuckling. "Well Ladybug, do you really want these muscles to get hurt?"

She watched in disgust as he commanded his character to flex on the screen, as he joined in with him. She turned her attention towards the chat and saw that the girls were going wild, responding for her saying "No! We don't want you to be hurt!"

She was furious watching this all go down. Her stomach began to churn too the more it went on. She couldn't take much more of the sight. However, before she left, she wanted to leave a final message for the man.

She began typing once more into his chat, sending a message that said "Streamers like you make me sick. Never network with me."

After closing down the tab that had his stream on it, she stormed out of her room and made her way down to her kitchen to grab a drink to ease her nerves.

She returned back to her room a short while later, feeling calm now. In her hands was a plate of freshly baked cookies that her mother made while she was streaming. She was thankful for them, as her mother's baking always cheers her up no matter what went down.

She sat back in her chair and placed the plate beside her computer. She took a cookie with one of her hands and used her free hand to browse the websites she frequents, mainly checking her messages.

When she went back onto Twitch, she found that she had received a message from someone entitled "?". She nearly choked on her food from the sudden surprise when she read who it was from. She had to pound her chest a few times to get her breathing back to normal. She read the username again to confirm what she saw. The message came from none other than the streamer whom riled her up earlier, Chat Noir.

She was reluctant, but opened the message when curiosity took her over. The message read,

"Greetings Ladybug,

I hope you don't mind my asking, but I'm curious as to how I "disgust you". I am genuinely concerned and hope to hear back from you sometime soon.

Sincerely, Chat Noir."