Warnings- AU some backgrounds will be changed, OOC (Mostly for Plagg), Genderswaped Character(s?), swearing, and a whole lot of spelling and grammar mistakes.

Blue Bells

Prologue

Nothing could ruin this day.

The birds chirped with the rising of the sun, flowers opened, and the forest. known by many as Karrem, sprung to life. But the most that could be heard was the pitter-patter of small animal feet or the rustling of a bush as they ran by. Although the heavily wooded area was rich in greenery and herds that many, and most, humans sought for, none ever dared to enter. It was something that Tiki couldn't comprehend. For many years, perhaps a good century or two, she had resided in the forest blessing it with her luck and warm healing light, and still no one came to visit. Surely, should any human who happened by entering her grounds, they would feel it. They would the good and alleviating energy, slowly aiding the recovery of any ailments they might have. But not a soul had even come close enough to feel the light. Even when the small (well it wasn't so small anymore) town of Sirap was settled, about five miles away, over the lovely meadow that Tiki had raised to the beautiful flower field it was, she had hoped that someone might stumble into her home. That never happened.

So, wanting to make her forest alluring and helpful, she planted rare herbs and fruits. That idea had failed miserably as she was still alone. Then Tiki decided that animals to hunt could draw her beloved humans in, so she raced around the world gathering every animal she could. Her forest expanded to suit all the new creatures, but the one species she wanted in her woods refused to enter.

Her efforts, however, were not in vain as she caught the attention of the green-eyed god of destruction. Being one of the seven god and goddesses that ruled over the small planet of Xetune, Tiki knew of Plagg (very little in fact), just as she knew of all the other gods and goddesses. Although, with the others, she had at least met them before, as they talked fairly often. But Plagg, he was a cat-like god, evasive and finicky. She knew that he didn't have a place, like most of the others, that he could call home. In many ways, it was like she caught the timid stare of an alleycat, rude, destructive, and fearsome.

As the warm morning light brushed her freckled cheek, Tiki remembered the first day they had met. Her heart had pounded with an excitement she had never known before, thinking that some dark-skinned, raven-haired, human had strayed too far from town and started to veer just a little too close to the forest's edge. But the second she jumped down from the low tree branch to greet him, she noticed those cat-like green eyes. they were the only consistent feature ever mentioned in a story of Plagg. Almost every story she had heard of him told of those green eyes. Pollen, the child looking blonde haired god had told her that the god of destruction didn't have a human form like the other gods. He only took the form of a black cat with emerald eyes that wrecked havoc wherever he roamed. Trixx, the goddess of tricks and illusions, who might or might not be the greatest friend Tiki could ever ask for, had told her something completely different. Tiki claimed that he was a fair-skinned, mischevious child with hair like midnight. Wayzz, the elderly and cryptic god was the smartest Tiki knew, and possibly the wisest. He did have the most accurate answer.

'He looks like a child of the sands, with two precious jewels that will make you think of home.'

Tiki, at the time, didn't even try to understand. It had been ages since she had ventured to a sand village, and even longer since she had seen a child of a sand village. The last time she went to the desert there had been a sandstorm as she tried to gather the game for her beloved humans. But seeing him at the edge of her home, eyes watching her every movement, she understood. His skin was so deeply tanned it almost looked brown, eyes greener than the grass of her meadow or the leaves of her forest could ever hope to or even could be. His hair darker than the depths of the darkest midnight hour, but the strands were windblown and haphazardly stuck up at odd angles, making him look as if he had real cat ears. His hands and feet bare against the bluebells, rough looking, and calloused. His clothing, just a plain white shirt, and deep blue jeans, rugged and dirty.

At the first meeting, she took it all in. Plagg, the god of destruction and misfortune, known for never being seen, evasive, and dangerous had come to her forest. He had come to see her.

She couldn't help but voice her surprise as his name slipped from her pale pink lips. "Plagg?"

He had stared deeply into her blue eyes. His dirt covered fingers reached out to touch her red hair, brushing it away from her face with the utmost compassion. And much to Tiki's astonishment, her body didn't flinch back. In fact, she hadn't moved at all. She stood there in her red and black spotted dress and let his fingers brush light against her cheek until they found their way to her neat and untangled hair. Licking his lips, hungry eyes stared into the very depth of her soul.

"Tiki."

She tried to suppress her gasp, but couldn't. Tiki couldn't believe that he knew of her. She, who was just a low-key goddess that lived in a forest that humans refused to enter. He knew who she was, and judging by his soft touches and the kind look in his eyes, he wanted to know more.

That day he stole her heart, like a cat burglar.

Yesterday he had given his heart to her willingly.

Tiki, as a young goddess, had always loved to watch the humans from the meadow. She had watched them live, from birth to death and the one thing that had always caught her interest were their weddings. More specifically their vows. She had always wondered if she, as a goddess, would have such a day of beauty. She would have loved too many times, but could she just give her heart away and promise to always love the person she wedded? Would she be willing to spend their entire life with them? She had often feared actually entering Sirap and finding a human lover. She couldn't bare the thought falling in love to have her heart slowly ripped to pieces as she watched her love grow old and die without her.

But with Plagg that was different. he would always be there for her to cherish and love. He wouldn't leave her because of death. She wouldn't have to fear him ripping out her heart and never being able to pick up the shattered pieces. Even if in the future they did fight, there would always be a chance to forgive and atone.

And so yesterday, with Plagg by her side, she felt like she could finally say those vows she had longed to speak and mean them with every inch of her being. She would always love this rough, timid, and hostel alleycat. She loved everything about him. The way his face scrunched up when he was angry, the way he actually purred like a kitten when they cuddled. Even the nasty cheese fetish he seemed to have. He was her tomcat and she was his lovebug.

Their wedding had been perfect too. None of the other gods or goddesses had been there, that probably would have scared Plagg away, it had just been the two of them. Just like it always would be from now on. With the only the exotic array of animals to witness their vows, they spoke truthfully words that would embarrass them if ever spoken in front of others.

So as the forest of Karrem sprung to life on this new day, Tiki felt like she was looking at the world with new eyes. She didn't realize how much color had been missing from her life until Plagg appeared in front of her. And the days only grew brighter. The sun felt warmer, the smell of flowers, sweet like lilac, never had been this overpowering before. Everything was the exact same, and yet so different at the same time. She couldn't explain it.

Stretching her arms up, she let the polka dotted black and red cloak fall away from her head, down to her shoulders. She sighed happily at the barely visible sun. Nothing could ruin this day, nor any other day from now on. She had her Plagg, albeit he wasn't an early riser like she was, and nothing could bring her down. And with Tiki's luck, it would be an absolutely perfect day, maybe even the best she'd ever have.

Her bare feet grazed across the risen rigid roots of the trees on her way to the flowery meadow. Her light hum filled the toasty air, as the summer morning had yet to reach sweltering, with a pleasant melody. The rustle of bushes made her grin as she wondered what kind of animal her song had spooked and forced to scurry away.

But a gentle cry made her pause, disbelief filling her ears until she came to a stop so she could glance about. It was a familiar sound that she knew, that she had heard so many times both day and night while watching over the ever growing town. Tiki's bright blue eyes gazed around at the border. The sounds were far too close to be too beyond the treeline. She looked for the source of the sound that, in so many years of protecting this place, had never before entered her briar.

In a beige woven basket lay a tiny crying blonde haired babe. His arms flailed as she bent down to scoop him into her embrace. She snuggled him deeply and leered around, hoping to find who had left him there. His skin warm to the touch as her fingertips brushed aside his silky locks.

"Hello?" She voiced concerned, praying it would reach the child's mother. If she was even around, which was doubtful. Tiki's brow knitted in worry for the baby. There was no way that he would survive without a mother. "Hello? Please, is anyone here?"

When nobody answered her pleas, Tiki drew the child in closer to her bust and enclosed him in her cloak. She glanced around one last time, her blue eyes spotting nothing but the emptiness of the field that lay beyond her home. She turned, her feet finding themselves off the ground as she took to the air in her hurry.

Tiki wasn't sure how long her usual walks lasted, it was common for her to stumble over uprooted tree roots, and stop for passing wildlife, but she knew that it took less than a minute for her to fly home, even with the wind blowing against her. She skidded to a halt just in front of her porch, almost tumbling at the sudden halt in movement and the ground actually being beneath her feet. Bursting through the door to the wooden home, making a rather sleepy Plagg jump as she exited the bedroom, she stormed in like a hurricane.

"Plagg I don't know what to do."

The dark-skinned male looked at her in bewilderment. "What's wrong?'

Pulling back her cloak, she revealed the fair-skinned infant to his emerald eyes. "He was left in the meadow, with no one near. I tried to call out, but his parents must have been long gone. We must return him to the human town."

"If he was left in the meadow, he probably wasn't wanted."His voice cold, hard, and cynical.

"We have to return him, at least to the town. A child such as this wouldn't survive the day, nevermind the week, alone." She insisted.

Plagg paused for a moment in thought. Tiki could all but hear the wheels turning in her husband's head. "Or... We could just keep him with us."

Even though she knew him well, they had spent so many years getting to know each other after their first meeting, his declaration made her blink. "Excuse me?"

He moved over straightening himself and touched her pale are in a loving and gentle way. His eyes narrowing. "The humans tossed him aside. They won't welcome back an orphan such as him with loving arms. He will only live a hard life in Sirap filled with loneliness. So forget the other humans, forget the town, and let's just keep him."

"Plagg." She whispered, feeling his sorrow in every word. She was unsure what to think of his eagerness to keep the young mortal. She knew that he had been tossed aside by that world far too many times before. But his child, this boy wasn't him. There was no guarantee that he wouldn't be taken in by some other family that had lost their child. There was no evidence that he wouldn't be loved.

Her eyes fluttered while she contemplated her choices. She did love humans and had for so long longed for even just one visitor to enter the forest she all but created to make them comfortable. And to have one that lived there, that wouldn't leave would be like one of her wildest dreams coming true. But that was so selfish of her. On the other hand, he didn't have a home, just as Plagg had said. He had been left in a place that no one ever dared to go to, for no explainable reason. So whoever had left the babe, had left him to die a lonely and long death. He had cast aside without having done anything wrong.

For the first time in her life, even after seeing such horrors as war and tyranny, Tiki saw the life that she thought was so precious as cruel and unforgivable. Such a child couldn't have done anything wrong. How could whoever did this, do it to a baby? The humans had hurt this child in a way Tiki could never know, but Plagg knew all too well. She had only been ignored, but this child and her dearest husband had been accepted, wanted by them and tossed away so easily. She couldn't imagine the pain. She didn't have to question Plagg's actions anymore, she knew he was right. And she wouldn't easily let the humans hurt her family anymore.

"We must keep him." Her voice trailed off. "But I don't want him beyond the trees. I don't want him to grow up knowing the scorn of the mortals."

Plagg gave a devious grin. "My wife, I would separate the sky from the horizon for you. I would shatter the world in two if that is what I knew you wanted. So, I ask this, what is it you wish me to do?"

Tiki let her eyes droop in sorrow, her voice filling with anguish as she began to speak her request. "My loving husband, I will ask of only one impossibility of you. Please, break the earth that surrounds our home. Let the tears of Duusu fill the scar you leave upon Xetune and become the barrier that protects our hearth and our new son from the hate filled world."

He wavered, knowing what she was truly asking. But she herself didn't voice the question. It was as if not letting the actual request leave her lips made the reality of the situation a little less real. But it didn't, she had made her choice. The only thing that sat between the mortal town of Sirap and their jungle-like home was the veldt that Tiki had created, raised and cherish so much.

His voice came out in an unsure whisper. "Are you sure?"

She cradled the boy closer with her eyes downcast and a frown etched deep into that usually bubbly freckled face of hers. "For our child, our Chat Noir, yes. A rug of flowers can always be replaced or replanted somewhere else."

He nodded, taking his leave. He, unlike his loving wife, didn't care for the humans much. In fact, he wouldn't have minded wiping that town from the face of Xetune if his wife had asked him to do so. Humans were cruel, and he knew it very well. But his son, whom Tiki had named Chat Noir, a pun he hadn't missed and had found somewhat amusing, wouldn't be like them. His son wouldn't toss him aside. He would be raised with two kind parents and love them both very much. He would raise Chat to love only the town of them, he could raise him to hate the humans as much as he did. Chat wouldn't be like them, not ever. As for the rest of those humans, Plagg could care a less. He would threaten them, scare them away, and worse if he had too, to protect his family.

He, unlike Tiki, didn't waste time with walking. He flew straight to the town and let his voice ripple out with the threat, as he halted at the entrance of the village. "People of Sirap." His strong voice vibrated with fury, loud enough to make the people of this place stop and stare at him. "For too long my home has been open to you ungrateful heathens. And for too long we have waited for you to seek us out, to let us help you. Today shall be the last."

A murmur erupted as the villagers began to voice their confusion. It was still early in the morning. The sun had yet to reach it's highest peak, but humans had the technology to tell them what the time was, not that Plagg care. He hated things like that. In his hands, their tools for telling time and information always broke.

"I will warn you only once. Should any of you filthy mortals enter the forest, I will not let you leave. Misfortune and ruin will follow your blood until your line runs out. You shall die a painful death by my claws."

He turned abruptly, leaving the people behind his confused. Each step he took, with his bare feet, over the flowerbed he watched the ground underneath decay. Shades of vibrant reds, yellows, pinks, and whites withered away, turning to ash as he begun to circle.

He, the god of destruction, would destroy everything within the five-mile radius. The humans, sadly, wouldn't be harmed but that meant destroying the very thing that Tiki treasured so much.

He stopped just shy of the trees and looked down. Bluebells. In that very patch of bell-like flowers, he had first seen his wife. It was years, probably a decade or two before he had gathered enough courage to actually talk to her. And by that time, he had already fallen so deeply in love with her. The way she liked to walk, and sometimes trip over the trees, the way her small smile graced her freckled face. Her gentle laugh, her bored sigh. Everything about her was perfect, and he loved to watch her from this patch of flowers.

And judging by the indentations and broken stems this was where the child had been found, well that and the now empty basket that Tiki had probably left him her hurry. There were no other traces of anything in the bluebells though. No footprints in the softened morning mud, no broken stems leading to or from the village. Nothing. It was like he appeared out of thin air.

With a sigh, he completed his circle of decay, saving that memorable spot for last. He had scarred the world with his magic leaving it dead and burned. Glancing at his hand, a bubbly foamy substance beaded out from his pores. He turned his palm down, letting the dark magic slip to the ground slowly before touching his hand to the dirt. His fingers spread rubbing the place those beautiful flowers used to be until his palm touched the surface of the planet shattering the land so deeply that Xetune almost split in two.

But this was what Tiki wished.

Surely the other gods and goddesses fell his rage and sorrow because mere moments after he straightened himself a light drizzle of rain started, cooling the warm summer air. Though it was only a sprinkle, the abyss began to fill with water, making the forest like its own little island.

"Duusu must be crying." He thought aloud, his mind flashing with the face of the over emotional light-haired goddess. Her regal blue gown probably bellowed out against the floor as she sunk down, weeping. Her naturally pink eyes growing red with every second until Nooroo came flying by to finally calm her. Plagg couldn't help but bow his head in shame. "I'm sorry to have hurt you so."

After his apology, he left to be with his family. His wife, who was no doubt, filled with grief.

Tiki shivered. She could feel Plagg's raw emotions right before her heart broke in two. Her meadow, her treasure, her baby, it was gone. Wiped from the face of the planet. She hadn't realized how much a part of her that place was. How much it would hurt, but as it shattered and became nothing but fractured ground, a chasm that filled so easily with water. Sure, new flowers could be planted within her forest, but that land, she had made that land. The place she nurtured and grew with could never really return.

She patiently waited for her husband to come home before letting any feelings through. She knew that if she were to let herself feel the grief she wouldn't be able to stop. And as long as she had Chat Noir in her arms, she would be as strong as he needed her to be. That was why the meadow was destroyed. It was for the best. She would raise Chat away from the humans and keep him safe. It didn't matter if he couldn't return to them. That was probably for the best anyways. But that field, it had been like a child to her. And now that she realized it, it was too late.

The moment Plagg walked through the door she shoved the bundle of fabric into his arms, ignoring not only Chat's cries as he reached for her but also the look of defeat on Plagg's face as she fled from the room to lick her wounds.

All the dark-skinned male could do was stare in awe. His green eyes drifted down after hearing several doors slam, to the child's similar eyes. His features hardened. Later he would regret speaking his world, but that the time they seemed so fitting. "To you, my child, my Chat Noir, I grant you the powers of destruction, misery, and misfortune. For wherever you go disaster will follow and all those who would toss you aside so easily, it is woe that you will bring them."

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5 Years Later

Tiki giggled lightly. For the last half an hour she had been watching Chat chase a purple butterfly. He hopped lightly trying to paw at it, much like the animal he was named after would.

"Mama!" He huffed in frustration at the giggles she didn't even try to conceal from him.

'What is it?" Tiki brushed a strand of red hair behind her ear, clearing her voice.

The blonde haired child sat with a thud, not caring how muddy his pants would be. "I just can't do it. The butterfly keeps getting away!"

She couldn't help but giggle at how upset he sounded. he sounded like the world was ending. Catching that butterfly was the most important thing in the world. "Did papa teach you to catch bugs? He's not very good at it either."

"Papa did teach me!" He beamed.

His green eyes looked passed the tree that Tiki leaned her back against as she sat on the grass. Tiki knew that look in his eyes. Wonder and longing. He might not have been related to her by blood but he was just like her. He too seemed fascinated with the human village, well these days it seemed to be a bustling city made of steel, that was just beyond the lake. Just beyond his reach. And even though Tiki wasn't the strictest parent, she didn't like him thinking about it, nevermind looking at it.

"Come here Chaton." She held out her arms for him.

Obeying with a bright smile, he bounced up and tripped his way over into her embrace. "Mama, where is papa?"

"Oh you know," She frowned. "he likes to visit different places. He should be back very soon."

"Mama?" He sat in her lap and looked up at her with those round baby-like eyes. "Why can't I create things like you?"

"Because you inherited papa's powers." She lied easily. Neither her nor Plagg had realized the full extent of his 'gift'. The god of destruction had basically cursed the poor child rather than giving him a gift. Tiki didn't blame Plagg. She blamed herself. If only she hadn't taken the time to mourn her garden, then she could have stopped her husband and the curse won't have happened. The young Chat Noir would have been blessed with luck, but she had to be selfish.

Maybe that was why she liked to spoil him whenever she could.

"Why can't I fly? I want to fly. It would make it easier to catch butterflies." He said with wide eyes.

"Chaton, I didn't realize you wanted to learn magic." She patted down his wild hair. If no one knew any better they would think that he inherited that from Plagg.

"I do!" He bounced up scurrying away from her hold. "I want to be like mama and papa."

"Maybe Nooroo will have a book to teach you magic." She mumbled more to herself, knowing he wouldn't fully understand.

Sure enough, she was right because a questioning look was directed at her from bright green eyes. "Mama?"

She grinned at him, lifting herself from the ground. She shivered looking around. The last of the summer wind was quickly blowing away. Autumn would set in soon. "It's getting cold Chaton, let's go home."

He looked at her longingly. "Can I go to uncle Nooroo's house too?"

"Nope!" She tickled him, making him laugh and flinch away from her prying fingers. "Papa would be sad if you let him home all alone. You don't want to make papa sad, do you?"

"But mama!"

"Next time?" She held out her hand for him to take. But when he reached for it, she grabbed him up and swung him around until he rested against her dizzy. It was always the same excuses with him. Neither Plagg nor Tiki wanted him to leave the forest's protection, even if it was to see another of the immortals. Their friends, when they wanted to see Chat, were always made to visit the forest. Not that they ever seemed to mind much. Tiki's forest was one of the most beautiful places on all of Xetune. And with Chat Noir entering that age of wanting to explore, not only with his parents but by himself, it was perhaps the safest place around.

The goddess of Luck smiled as she approached her house. Plagg was already home. So she let herself set the fidgety Chat down on the ground and watched him run through the door at amazing speed. If one wouldn't have known better, they might have thought it had been months since the last time the boy saw his father.

"Plagg." She called out knowing that he would be able to hear her just fine. Sometimes the woods were too silent for her liking. "I'm headed up to Nooroo's. I should be back in a few hours."

"Okay." Came his gruff reply before the sound of a crash. "Geh!"

Tiki giggled. Chat must have pounced on him, knocking him to the floor. He was a very playful child. Powerful and playful, a deadly duo for poor Plagg who had missed outside time.

After hearing another crash, Tiki took to the air. Nooroo didn't live far from the forest, just a little ways to the north, so it didn't take her long to arrive at his mountainous home. Well, it was less like a home and more like a giant library. The gray stone building towered over the land tall and proud. Almost like it gloated about its wealth of knowledge.

"Nooroo?" She pushed the door opened, just barley, peeking in hoping to find the purple-eyed god.

And she did easily. He stood just inside, parallel to a dustless bookcase, his purple cloak clashing with the dull colorlessness of the millions of books. His long gray hair pulled back into a sloppy mess of a ponytail.

"Tiki?" He looked up from the leather-bound book in his hands. He didn't bother to close it, set it on the parchment filled table, or even just lean it on the mound of books in front of him.

The goddess smiled at him, opening the door more so she could slide through. "Oh good, you are here. For a moment I feared I'd have to hunt Duusu down just to be able to speak with you."

"What can I do for you, Tiki?" He asked, a hint of a smile forming on his lips.

The older god was a kind and gentle spirit. Though he usually had little to do with others, whenever a human happened upon or even dared to climb to the peak of his mountain in hopes of studying from his many books, he never turned them away. In many ways, he was the father to both great heroes and villains alike.

"I was hoping you had a book of magic I could borrow. Chat wishes to learn."

Nooroo nodded. "He is a very curious boy. I can't say I didn't see this coming."

"Yes." She let out a small laugh. "He gets so jealous because Plagg and I can do many things he can not. Right now he is really stuck on flying. He thinks it will help him to catch the butterflies better."

The older god, who had begun to scour his many books, bit back words and filling the air with an uncomfortable and awkward silence. His purple eyes flitted away from the pages, even though his fingers still turned the pages, over to the red and black dress wearing goddess. "Have you told him yet?"

"Told him?" Her eyes narrowed. She didn't want to have this conversation again. Nooroo had been the only god to disapprove of them keeping Chat Noir.

"That he is only human."

Tiki scoffed. "No. As of right now, he doesn't even know the difference between humans and gods. Just as I want it to stay."

"The sooner he knows the better." The god drew back with a book. It looked like a beginners book to Tiki's watchful eyes. "I'd hate to see him hurt because you and Plagg are far too overprotective of him."

"That would never happen. I won't let it happen." She took the book from his outstretched hand. "We know what's best for Chat and when the time comes, the time we deem is the right time, we will tell him everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything." She looked at those deep quizzical eyes. "I should be going now."

"Wait!" He reached out, grabbing her shoulder lightly, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "I found something while cleaning. I thought you might like it."

"What is it?" Her blue eyes followed him, watching as he took out the tattered piece of paper from an inside pocket of his cloak.

"A way to watch the humans again." He held it out. "Keeping Chat away from them makes it hard to watch them, doesn't it?"

She didn't take it at first. He was right. After finding Chat she had all but stopped watching the village as it grew into the steel city it was. And she couldn't say that she hadn't missed it. She had missed it greatly. She had her Chat though. But still, the tips of her fingers reached for it. At the first touch, she melted and took it into her hands.

"Thank you." She nodded before leaving, missing the smirk that slowly crept onto the older god's face.


I feel like I could have gone on with this chapter forever. Tiki and Plagg are just too cute. The only thing that can beat them in my mind is MariChat.

This was originally going to be a Marin/Chat but I couldn't bring myself to genderswap Marinette.

Reviews are welcome. and Updates will be slow, but hopefully long every time.

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