Author Note: Hi, guys, I finished this chapter early than I thought, and I was like: "Well, why not just publish it?". So here we are. Also, I want to state that this is a rare case, normally my schedule is very hectic and messy, so don't expect to have every three days a chapter. My goal is to do an upload once a week. Also after I counted the votes you all seemed to like Kickat so the blog is now called that and I changed it the previous chapter. The name Kickat came from my dear reader DSpaceZfrom AO3 so all credits to them! Thank you for the amazing name friend. Also if you have time check their own salt story about Adrien/Chat! I promise you it's fantastic! With that, I wish you happy reading! :D

Chapter 3: The first entry: The nightingale doesn't sing

"So are you ready for this?", asked Luka holding your phone in his hands.

You nodded, sitting comfortably on your desk chair, and took a deep breath to calm your nerves.

It was afternoon, after school, and after your nightly discussion.

It was time to get started on the Kickat -Blog. You would be lying if you said you weren't nervous.

Would anyone even take note of your guy's blog with the Ladyblog being so famous and so full of LadyNoir? You could only hope that there were still some people left with critical thinking skills and would realize what you and Luka had.

You needed a lot of people on your side to fulfill your goal.

With a last little prayer that anything would turn out in your guy's favour, you gave Luka the signal to start recording. He gave you a thumbs-up in return and you started to talk.

"Hello all citizens of Paris.", you started with a greeting. "You don't know me or me you, but we all live in this beautiful city together. My name is [Y/N] [L/N] or you can call me Harmony. Behind the camera is my best friend Luka Couffaine. We will not hide, because we're not scared. You can talk and write to us without a problem because we know the truth is on our side. Which truth do you ask? Well, yesterday I saw, took pictures, and recorded something and showed it to my partner which broke not only my trust and faith in one of our heroes his too. The hero in question is Chat Noir. Yes, you heard right, Chat Noir. We will post the photos with the time stamps and the video after this one, so you can see for yourself what kind of hero he is. Spoiler-Alert: he isn't one and we all have to help Ladybug to get a partner that she deserves. But we will leave you first to the proofs."

Luka stopped the recording. Then he sits down beside you on your desk chair. You already were turned around to face your computer and took wordless from him your phone. You upload the photos and both videos to your newly created blog and let out a shuddering breath.

There you have done it.

Now you had to wait.

Alya Cèsaire could say for herself that she was the most informed, most up-to-date on anything Ladybug and Chat Noir-related.

Not only because she was nearly always there when an Akuma battle took place, no, but she also had dozens or so alerts installed on any social media platform if some lucky civilian took a great video or photo of Paris superhero couple.

She always gave them credits of course when she posted them under her Ladyblog.

Sometimes she had a feeling people battle against each other to have a place in her blog.
Well, it was the most famous and the most popular!
And also the only one, but she ignored this little detail.

So the moment you created your blog and posted the photos and videos she was one of the first to see it, thanks to her alerts.

Since she had nothing better to do than to wait for Marinette to change into the Ladybug costume so her friend could play the role in Clara Nightingales' music video, she turned to Alix, Juleka, Rose, and Mylène and waved her phone around.

"Hey, guy's I got a new scoop. Want to watch it with me, while we wait for Marinette?"

"Oh, what is it about?", asked Rose eager and moved beside her.

The other girls followed her lead and looked at Alya phone screen.

"It's from a new blog.", started Alya. "It's called Kickat. Mmh, that's a bit of a strange name."

"Sounds like someone is angry at Chat Noir if you ask me.", said Alix interested.

"Why would anybody be angry at Chat Noir?", asked Mylène confused. He was such a good hero!

Rose and Alya nodded, meanwhile Juleka stared at the thumbnail and recognize your face.

"That's [Y/N].", she mumbled to herself.

The other girls looked at her surprised.

"You know the chick?", asked Alya to clarify.

"She is my brother's best friend."

"And?", came it from Alix. She had a feeling that there was more.

"Well, [Y/N] hates injustice and any kind of hate against people that exist. One time a guy hit on me and before Luka or I could say to shove it, [Y/N] just straight up punched him in the face and told him she would castrate him if he doesn't leave me alone. She broke his chin and he needed two new teeth's.", told them Juleka and you could see in her eyes the deep respect she holds for you.

Alix lets out a whistle and grins. She liked people who weren't afraid to act to help someone even with a fist.

Alya, Rose, and Mylène had big eyes. You were sure a person not to mess with, this was clear.

"Okay, she smashes the faces of pervy sexually harassing guys, which is awesome.", said Alya. This was a good point in her book. "But why are you telling us this?"

Juleka looked serious into Alya's eyes.

"If she named her blog Kickat and it was under one of your alerts, then Chat Noir did something horrifying."

Needlessly to say that shocked the other girls.

"Why is no one responding to the blog?", you asked Luka nervous.

You were walking around your room in circles and tried to not get crazy. Dear heaven, if your concerns turned true and no one would realize what a piece of shit Adrien was even with the photos and video?

Luka was sitting on your bed and watched you walking around.

"Harmony, give it some time. I needed it too after I saw it. That's a lot to take in.", he reminded you.

Suddenly you both heard your computer beep.

There!

Someone had sent your blog a message.

Like an Akuma was after you, you run to your desk chair to sit in and check the message. You blinked, not believing, who messaged you.

"Luka.", you called him over in trance. "The Ladyblog messaged me."

"What did she write?", he asked couriers.

You read for him aloud: "Hi girl, this is Alya from the Ladyblog as you can see. I saw the photos and watched the video. I even have here Juleka with me, who confirms that you wouldn't play this kind of prank, but I need to ask because I just can't believe it. Is this real?"

"She is really asking that?", wonders Luka. "If Jules is with her she should take her word."

"You forget we are talking also to an avid LadyNoir shipper.", you reminded him.

Grimly you began to tip in a message to Alya.

Yes, hi Alya from the Ladyblog. I wish this was a prank but it is 100% true. You can even ask my parents who drowned if you are still unsure!

Sorry,Harmony, can I call you that? Anyway sorry, I can't imagine how you or your parents feel, but if this is true…then Chat Noir is the worst hero ever!

Yes, you can call me Harmony. Alya he is. Please think about it. Have you seen him actually doing his job right? Or is he only making fun and bothering Ladybug with his flirting?

For a few minutes, there weren't any new messages, you worried that Alya wouldn't believe you, till you saw a new message.

Girl, me and my friends have a meltdown right here! After you wrote that we checked my Ladyblog and…well, what we saw now, wasn't a good kind hero, but a sexually harassing bastard who couldn't careless for us and Paris! My friend Alix is ready to fist fight him and my other friends Rose and Mylène are crying for Ladybug. Juleka seems like she is planning a murder. And I feel sick that I supported LadyNoir at all. Good, I'm the worst journalist ever. It's like I, we had all the time a blindfold on!

You let out a breath and thanked god. She and her friends saw the truth. With the Ladyblog on your side, you would get all of Paris to see reasons.

I had the same feeling Alya, don't worry. I just ask you to help get rid of Chat Noir as a hero. He needs to lose his ring and Ladybug needs a better partner.

Don't worry I will feature your video and photos on my blog and clean it from Chat Noir. But first I need to stop this music videoshoot! TTYL!

You blinked surprised.

"Music video shoot?", you said out loud.

"What is it, [Y/N]?", wanted to know Luka.

You just pointed at your messages. Luka read them and then nodded.

"Right, I forgot. Jules told me Clara Nightingale is searching today for extras and a Ladybug for her new music video. She is there with her friends to play as extras."

"Well, sounds like to me that no music video is going to be made."

As Marinette came out of the closet where she put on the duplication of her superhero suit the last thing she expected to see and hear were people with phones in their hands, who were talking over each other. Some were crying, others shouting and Alya stood grimly beside Clara Nightingale, who gripped Alya's phone in her hands hard. Adrien, in his Chat Noir costume, seemed also to be confused about what was going on.

"What's up?", she asked her other friends.

"Oh, Marinette it's terrible!", cried Rose and hugged her tight. Stunned she patted the back of her friend. "Chat Noir is so…so…mean!"

"You mean, he is a number one bastard and sexual abuser.", corrected Alix with crossed arms and an angry look on her face.

Marinette swore her brain just paused for a second. What was she hearing?

"Look at this Marinette, please.", sniffled Mylène and hold her phone out to her.

"Yeah, this will clear things up quickly and we can go cat hunting.", mumble Juleka with a dangerous glimmer in her eyes that Marinette had never seen.

"Juleka!", shouted Rose.

"Don't shout at her, she is right. The fucker needs at least a good kick in the nuts for all the shit he did!", cursed Alix.

Before Marinette could even look at the video Mylène wanted to show her or decipher Alix's words Clara called out to her.

The singer had given Alya her phone back and Adrien was now standing beside her. He seemed still to be as confused as herself.

"Marinette, please come here, I have to clear something with Adrien and you there."

So still confused Marinette got up the stage and felt Alya pat her back as she passed her. What was that for?

Clara took Adrien's and one of her hands and looked at them both sadly.

"I'm sorry you two and to Mister Agreste but I won't make this video under this new progress."

"New progress?", parroted Adrien and Marinette together. If she wasn't so lost, she would have swooned at how synchro she and Adrien were.

It seemed like the universe didn't want that she finally understood what was going on because Mayor Bourgeois walked back in with a stack of papers and a smug Chloe by his side.

"I'm sorry. My administrative staff just realized you never submitted permit A38 as stipulated in the circular B65 that one can only get at counter C, third floor of City Hall, which is, alas, closed for renovations until August, which means you don't have a permit to shoot...anywhere in France, including Paris.", said Mayor Bourgeois and handed Clara the stack of papers.

Clara just looked him straight into the eyes and rhymed: "Don't worry, Mister Mayor, sir, I was about to go. I would never shoot a video for such an enormous asshole. Chat Noir can go to hell, for all I care. I'm just sorry for Ladybug, the poor dear."

Nobody couldn't tell if the Mayor and Chloe were that shocked because Clara didn't even fight back or because she cursed, but Marinette was sure shocked hearing the normal sweet Clara cursing out her superhero partner.

Even Adrien seemed shocked.

"Miss Clara, what do you mean?", asked the boy sweetly.

It wasn't Clara who responded to him, but a woman in line for the extras.

"She means that stunt Chat Noir pulled yesterday or should I say didn't pull."

Others talked too.

"I never realized what a lazy bum he was!"

"You mean how we never realized that he abuses Ladybug?! I think that is more important!"

"Hey, I drowned yesterday, and not that it isn't terrible how he treats Ladybug, but I did die and maybe I didn't need to die if he was doing his job!"

"He never does his job because he thinks with his dick, Karen!"

"Yeah! God, I feel disgusted that I even shipped LadyNoir!"

"It is disgusting even shipping real people! How come we never realized that?"

"An Akuma?"

"If that is so then Papillion is an even bigger dick than I already thought!"

More and more voices got louder and Marinette felt sick. What was going on? Why was anybody so angry at Chat Noir?

Sure, she was angry at him sometimes too but…no she can't think about it, she can't lose her nerves, she has to be careful because of the Akumas.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it!

Please, don't think about it!

Paris comes first, you last!

Don't forget that.

Marinette feels how someone, Alya, wraps an arm around her shoulders and leads her down the stage.

"C'mere, girl, we will tell you what happened. But we need you to first get you out of the costume."

So she followed.

You and Luka stared in awe at the growing number on your blog and how anybody seemed to agree with you.

It was a fantastic feeling!

"It's working, Luka, it's really working!", you said and you both hugged each other happy.

The first entry was a success!

And now the real battle began.