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This if the lovely chatbug. I hope you like this. It is a small series so there will be more chapters in the future.
Prompt: Chat Noir and Ladybug decide that in order to retire happily they will provide their predecessors with a how to book for superheroing. Containing heart felt and funny stories, interviews, and commentary from the one and only Ladybug and Chat Noir, How to be a Superhero will help make turning into a spotted ladybug and a leather clad cat a little more manageable.
Characters: Bridgette/Ladybug, Felix/Chat Noir, Tikki, Plagg
Warnings: A little bit of violence and maybe a little grumpiness but it is kept pg
A Letter from Fellow Miraculous Users
Being a superhero is rough. You can’t tell others about your secret identity and you have to sacrifice so many things to be one. You sacrifice your time, sleep, health, and maybe even your life, but someone has to do it. By sacrificing all of that and more, we are protecting the innocent people of Paris. We become our alter egos in order to keep peace and order. We push past the physical, mental, and emotional pain and continue the seemingly endless struggle for peace because we will not leave the defenseless to stand alone. That is our pledge as heroes: to help and to protect. So, as a last attempt to help, we will give you our experiences as heroes in order to make the whole thing a little less frightening and confusing. A guide to superheroing. This is designed to help you learn a little more about your powers and kwamis. None of these “lessons” are in any particular order, but we’ve deemed them important for you to know. Good luck.
Lesson 1: Where Your Suit With Pride
Suits, like the hero, come in all different shapes and sizes. Sometimes they look great, but most of the time they’re hideous. But, nonetheless, we wear them with pride. Our suits reflect our kwamis and our powers. And believe it or not, they have a purpose to being made like this.
“I look ridiculous,” Chat Noir said. He held up the long belt tail and scowled down at his boots.
“Why the hell do I need thigh high boots? And how am I supposed to fight with this ridiculously long tail?”
“You look fine, Chat,” Ladybug insisted. “Now come on we have to get going or else we’ll be behind on our patrol.”
He huffed and followed behind the red-clad superhero. She didn’t have anything to complain about. Her suit was decorated enough to convey her kwami but practical enough to not restrict her movements or negatively impact her during a fight. Though her ribbons were a bit long …
“Chat if you don’t stop sulking I swear-”
He never got to find out what she would do because a scream interrupted her. Both heroes snapped their heads in the direction of the sound and, with a kick nod to each other, they ran to see what happened.
As they got closer, the situation became clearer. There was a man dressed in all black who was pulling at a woman’s purse while his shorter and pudgier companion waved a gun at her. The lady was crying and obviously scared, but she refused to let go of her purse.
“I guess chivalry is dead,” Chat spoke up. His sulking was momentarily forgotten and he took up his usual mischievous smirk. “Quite a shame, isn’t it, Ladybug?”
“It is,” she replied. “Guess we have to taught them the manners they apparently never learned.” She unhooked her yoyo from her belt and swing it around the arm of the man with the gun. She pulled on the yoyo, causing the burglar to fall forward and on the ground. Chat Noir used the momentary shock to grab the woman and lead her around the corner and a safe distance away from the fight that would surely begin. After giving her directions to call the police and run, he turned around and ran back to assist his Lady.
Ladybug was engaged in a fist fight with the taller criminal. She was slowly backing him into a wall and was easily dodging his punches. This was going to be a piece of cake. The criminal Ladybug was fighting with could barely keep up with her and the other one …
Wait, where was the other one?
Chat scanned the dark alley but didn’t see him. He had fallen on the floor, so maybe he had crawled behind a garbage can or-
The unmistakable gleam of light reflecting off a blade caught his eye. He looked down quick enough to see the man’s blade swiping at his leg, but he didn’t have time to react quick enough. He braced himself for the pain he would feel in his leg. But, it never came. He looked down at his leg in surprise. Instead of a gash with blood pouring out of it, there was only a scuff mark. The material of his obnoxiously long boots had prevented the knife from cutting skin. Chat Noir smirked at the man’s dumbfounded expression. His expression soon turned into one of rage and he raised the blade again, only for his hand to be caught by Chat Noir’s belt tail. Chat disarmed the man and knocked him out with the end of his bataan.
“At least now we know why you’re suit looks like that,” Ladybug said with a smile.
Chat looked up and tried to suppress the goofy grin he was undoubtedly sporting. “I mean, I guess it’s not that bad.”
Ladybug laughed and threw him a roll of rope. “Right. Help me tie these guys up.”
He grabbed the rope and started tying the smaller burglar’s hands.
Lesson 2: Get to Know Your Kwami
Your kwami will become one of your best friend and closest confident. Apart from your partner, of course. Of course. So you have to get to know them. Even if they are infuriating and like horribly stinky cheese. You must build a strong bond with your kwami. My suggestion: 20 questions.
“Um, favorite color?” Ladybug asked.
“Red, definitely. Favorite food?” Tiki said.
“Um … probably anything from the bakery. Favorite song?”
Actually, no that’s not the best suggestion. 20 questions only leads to short answers. Instead, try rants.
“-And then I found this nice slice of Camembert, which was way too overpriced by the way, and I’m reaching for it when literally out of nowhere, the ugliest small dog jumps out and tries to eat me! And he almost does, but then this small child stops him. Instead of helping me, she picks me up and starts shaking me and caling me a doll-”
“Wait, Plagg, did you let a civilian see you?!”
Okay, maybe they’re both bad ideas. Maybe the best thing to do is let them hang out with each other while also getting to know each other and the kwamis.
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