Author's note: Hi guys! This is a short collection of drips and drabbles set in the context of Ancient Egypt, inspired by a character design by Ferisae who is an amazing graphic designer, and with the artist's permission I've decided to write this. Please check out their work on: /dAFerisae

I may of come up with some names and background for this but the full credits go to Jeremy Zag, Ferisae and the rest of the Miraculous team. Without them none of this would have been possible.

Key and Background information:

Qut – (The pronunciation for 'Cat' in Arabic)

Qut is the holder of the Black Cat miraculous. His civilian name is Amun and he is regarded as a typical 'street rat' living in the alleys of the main capital of Ancient Egypt.

Baq – (The pronunciation for 'Bug' in Arabic) Baq is the holder of the Ladybug miraculous. Her civilian name is Kheprera (named after Khepri the scarab beetle god) and she is the eldest daughter of King Tutankhamen the current pharaoh of Egypt.

Under the guidance of their mentor (the head royal shaman of the court) Master Ozo, the vigilante duo work to fight crime at night while still trying to live their daily lives underneath the radar of their king.

Temper

The princess ran, her expensive gown billowing behind her as her leather sandals slapped against the marble tiling. Kheprera skidded around a corner, hurrying down the narrow passageway that led to the hidden temple. She reached the wooden door, her kwami trailing close behind her as she opened the door with a grunt.

"Sorry I'm late Master," she panted, leaning against the door frame to catch her breath, "I was …" she trailed off, "What in the name of Ra is going on here?!"

Tikki hid as she witnessed the beginnings of chaos itself. The guards had been taking apart Master Ozo's collection – tearing down his sacred tapestries and clearing his desk of ancient scrolls, chucking them unceremoniously into woven baskets.

The princess stormed inside, slamming the door behind her. These men had no right to be here. The guards stumbled forwards, falling to their knees in the presence of royalty. Some were visibly trembling in their armour.

And so they should be, Kheprera thought to herself. She rose to her full height, anger flashing in her uncharacteristically cold brown eyes.
"How dare you touch the shaman's work," she growled, spitting venom with every syllable. Some of the guards shrank back: never had they witnessed the princess raise her voice before. In some ways, it was even more terrifying than the temper of her father. The pharaoh was known for his short temper, but his heir was seen as a meek and refined young lady. Now she towered over them, radiating an aura more ancient and powerful than the all-powerful Sun god himself.

"My apologies your highness," one of the guards bowed his head lowly, "we are merely following orders."

Kheprera's eyes narrowed.

"Whose orders?" she demanded.

"The Pharaoh's."

The princess felt her heart falter at his words. She could feel Tikki quivering as she hid in the folds of her robes. Why would the pharaoh do such a thing?

Her pulse quickened as she scanned the room.

She couldn't let them take this away. She had recognised the baskets that they used from the start. They were used for burning food. Kheprera had to do something.

"Very well," she relented, "But you are to take them to my private quarters."

A young guard stammered his protests only to be cut off by the princess' unforgiving glare.

"You dare question my authority?" she snapped, channelling her vigilante strength in persona.

His eyes widened, "N-no your highness…"

"Then do as you are told," she finished, imitating her father's icy tone before she left, marching back the way she had come from, before she broke into a run.

"Something doesn't feel right," her kwami murmured, flitting out of her robe as she followed her holder.

The princess nodded, "I'm going to have a chat with my father."