Day One: I do not own Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.
Hello, Ladybros and Tomchats! (Is that what we call ourselves? Or is it Ladybrethren?) This is my submission for Miraculeuse Coccinelle's "Miraculous Week". These stories may-or-may not actually appear the day they're supposed to be on, however. Sorry about that; my little sister hogs the computer.
I decided to start off the week with what makes Marinette and Adrien superheroes: the kwami. Well, the kwami and the jewelry. Please note that this is personal headcanon and is more than likely extremely OOC and AU.
Tikki and Plagg had heard the story ever since they were young. When the balance between life and death, the kwami and the akumas, became to great for them to balance out on their own, three humans would have the powers of the three sprite archetypes: good-luck kwami, bad-luck kwami, and akuma. They would, hopefully, be able to set things right. The last time it had actually happened, however, had been slightly more than 9000 years ago. Thirty times the average length of any of sprite's lifetime, and thus it was little more than a story.
The two had an unlikely friendship; their archetypes fought with each other almost as much as they did the akumas. Nevertheless, they had a friendship (although it bordered on being more-than-platonic on the end of the bad-luck kwami.) Even if they weren't supposed to be enemies, their friendship was unlikely. Tikki was a stickler for following rules. Plagg would rather make excuses than ask for permission or forgiveness. She worried about pretty much everything. The only thing he actually worried about to the extent that she worried was whether or not he could get her to like him as more than a friend, to love him (not that he let her know this). She hid her feelings with a cheerful grin; he would give a sad smile and then sulk about for the next five hours. She was the smart one, he was the one who made all the wrong decisions. She let her fear keep her from making the wrong decisions (and the right ones), he ignored his fear and just went on impulse. They balanced each other, and they'd need to balance each other if they were going to do this.
She was usually the one who took charge, but it almost seemed that he was the one taking charge in this situation.
"Do you realize how many laws we're breaking by doing this?" Tikki asked her friend as they snuck through the supposedly top-secret storage facility. It housed three, technically four, things that they'd need. She didn't wait for her friend to respond. "Three-hundred and ninety-seven! We'll be killed, or at least sentenced for life! Let me list the ways we are doing the illegal. Law One: Usage of artifacts without explicit permission. Law Two: Going to the world of the humans without explicit permission. Law Three: Stealing of artifacts. Law Four: Attacking akumas and thus causing a war. Law Five-"
Plagg cut her off. "If we don't get caught, we'll be fine."
"We could get killed."
"If the akumas truly gain the upper hand, we'll get killed anyways."
"If the authorities find us, we're dead. They're already suspicious of us."
"That's because they know just as much as we do that the Monarch - or Hawk Moth as he goes by it turns out - has awakened. The champion for the akumas is out there, and we can't wait for the luck-wielders to awaken."
"I know, just," Tikki began when she heard a large crash. She glared in his direction.
"It wasn't me!" he said to her. A laser shooting past them proved his point.
"See you in the human world!" they told each other, absquatulating for the gateway and into the bedrooms of two teenagers that were already destined to wield luck.