I have the whole story planned out for this tale. It's a unique one, and who knows how others will respond. However I'm excited to give this a go.

The Children of Gods

The meadow she sits in is a small land of wildflowers of varying colors. The colors twist and mingle themselves at her feet in such a way that almost takes away from their beauty. Lush trees of green and brown surround her meadow, just as a she herself is surrounded by a black ring of death.

Tikki, the goddess of life bend down gracefully onto her bottom and hugs the head of the god of Destruction as he kills her life with his presence. She is human height, but with a face to smooth and round to ever be mortal. Her eyes are a shiny blue, the orbs filled with mirth and love. Two antennas fan out from the top of her head, down her neck and back, giving the illusion of hair. Her slender insect body has been tweaked and changed over time to resemble that of a female hourglass, with her wings forming down and about her like a skirt. Her backwards bending knees scrunch up as she continues stroking the cat man at her feet, a man with skin so black that it looked to be night. Bright green eyes being the only glowing difference in his form that offsets the monotone of black.

Plagg purred in her lap, licking her hardened bug fingers lazily, Tikki giggled at his antics and rewarded him with a quick kiss to the mouth.

But she had to ruin this moment, she knew that she did. Plagg was waiting for it too. No one but her could have seen the hidden stiffness of his normally liquid calm spine. A small sigh of apprehension towards her cat came out her lipless mouth as she reckoned the unfairness of it all. That she should have to ruin this. This moment of love and content.

"Plagg, we cannot wait any longer," Tikki said giving her god one last head squeeze, "We must get started."

Plagg only curled in on himself tighter. Tikki pet his head again, "What is the matter my beautiful darkness? We have done this before."

Plagg grumbled his response, but Tikki doesn't hear with ears, her antennae's easily caught what her cat said. "Where did we go wrong?"

Tikki felt her eyes squint in her sadness. She could not cry here, not in this form. Her tiny body on Earth was capable of such a human feat, but her true body was made of stiffer parts. Still the habits of that world bleed into this one. So she squinted her eyes.

"I believe I know," Tikki spoke. Plagg looked up. She nodded sadly at her other half, "Yes I know where we went wrong."

Plagg sat up, his ears straightening, "You know? You just know? Oh please Tikki, we've been trying to figure this out for years down there and you-just-know! Give me a break."

With a roll of his black slitted pupils in glowing green eyes Plagg turned his furred back on her. He was angry, she could feel it. But she could also feel that it was a small thing, an anger born from being sad.

"We wanted too much I'm afraid," Tikki explained still refusing to stop stroking her darkness's ear. "I wanted a child that would be perfect for me, sweet, courageous, proud, with a love to make something that wouldn't exist without her. And you wanted a child perfect for you, someone who would love what's mine, yet who was mischievous, rebellious, and fun."

Plagg looked back at her over his broad feline shoulder. He was silent, he was listening.

"We had forgotten that humans grow into their own beings, beyond the basics of their core that we give them. I wanted someone perfect for me, but that doesn't make her perfect for creation. You wanted someone perfect for you, but made him too good at destruction." Plagg licked her hand as she continued, "Humans are malleable creatures, slaves to experiences and there environment. And we my darkness, were selfish."

Plagg turned back towards his light, "Mewooow," he said. Tikki giggled high pitched and cutely. Plagg joined in with his own deep chuckling growls. It wasn't the time to laugh, but it's what they did, together through squinted eyes. When they finished Plagg stood two legged, his body muscled and built like a perfect blend of a completely black furred human and feline. "Alright my light, it's time to make more munchkins."

Tikki nodded, getting up and joining Plagg, "Yes, we will be careful this time. It is every parents dream to have a perfect child for them. But children are precious no matter what. We shall not forget again."

Plagg snorted, "How could we?"

Tikki paused, "We couldn't."

They walked together through the goddess's garden, perfectly in synch. Every lift of the leg from Plagg was a bend of a limb from Tikki. The world beneath their feet blackened were Plagg walked, and bloomed were Tikki strode. They didn't hold hands as they moved. They didn't need such a human gesture to feel one. Besides, there would be plenty of cuddle time later. They made it to a pond near the edge of the goddess's garden. Its standing water rippled peacefully before the darkened woods of the god, where Tikki ended, and Plag began. Together Tikki and Plagg sat on their haunches near the pond. There was no fish in this pond, only eggs. Bright grey eggs holding both of their life. As one they both took out one egg each. They didn't remove it from the water. Instead they squeezed their egg, focusing on the life inside. Shaping it, into something that could be human.

Plagg smirked mischievously as he looked at Tikki's calm concentrating face. She looked so at peace.

He splashed her with water. With an indignant squeak Tikki swiped uselessly at her face, trying to remove the water from around her eyes. She glared at Plagg as he laughed.

She sniffed, "So immature."

Back to their eggs.

Surprisingly Plagg spoke first. "I think, I think that this time mine needs to be incorruptible. Mine needs to be able to stay positive, to stay kind." He spoke as if this made him sad.

Tikki smiled, proud of her darkness, "Yes I think your right. And mine needs to be confident, oh yes just like before, but humble. I must give her a better chance of growing to be humble. She shall love to create, but I shall give her the tools to no longer fear destruction. Destruction leads to change, things must change."

Plagg closed his eyes, he could feel the life under his paw pulse, "Mine will be fun, he must be fun."

Tikki laughed, "Oh yes, and mine will love your fun."

Plagg and Tikki both did an awkward side hop closer, and touched their eggs together. Feeling what the other had created, morphing theirs in slight ways to suit the others. Not the perfect babies, but human ones they hoped.

When they were done they sent their children to Earth. Tikki placing her egg in the home of a Chinese woman with a soul as sweet as creation.

Plagg placed his in a woman with a soul of adventure and love.

Both killed every other egg in their chosen's wombs.

Each woman would have their children, with human DNA from both her and her lover. The children may even grow to have some personality traits of their birth parents. Though more likely, they'll have personality traits that the cooing parents disillusion themselves into thinking of as theirs, or would teach to their young through their love and home. But that would be all, for their children were shaped, long before their pregnancy tests read positive.

Tikki is more than happy with her daughter's family. Sabine is as kind and at peace with her world as Tikki had predicted. While Tom was a husband most young ladies could only dream of. Alas she could not join her daughter yet, not until she held her stone. She could feel her stone of creation. But since she could not touch it, it was the job of another child of a god to bring her daughter the stone.

Until then, Tikki could only catch glimpses of her baby's life. She was loved, and happy. She learned just the right way to gurgle to get her way with Tom. She learned to crawl away from her mother's smelly incense. And she learned to walk, surrounded by cheers and the laughter of joy, while she moved back and forth between each parent.

Sabine hugged her baby Marinette to her chest and cried when she learned she could have no more children. Tikki watched. The shops around their bakery was a little less lucky that day, while their bread was just that much more fluffy.

Plagg was not impressed with his son's family. Oh he was at first, what with the wealth, and the endless supply, of well, supplies that he would have. Tikki always tells him that in the human world money doesn't buy happiness. Plagg agrees, but having lived during the dark ages, he sure knows that it can help.

Plagg didn't even mind the parents so much. The dad, Gabriel, worked too much sure. He didn't play with his son nearly as much as he ought to.

But he ran out of his office when Ameile waddled their baby across their tiled living room floor. He let his son sit in his lap as he sewed. Patiently replacing every bit of yarn his son had gotten his hands on with a toy, without so much as a break in his stride as he worked.

His son's mom had a lot of love to give, both to her husband and to her son. But she would disappear as well, leaving her baby with a sitter. She would travel around, writing articles about the fashion designs outside of Paris, before coming back and giving her notes to her husband. But that didn't mean the love wasn't there.

There was nothing wrong with his son's world. So why did it make him uneasy? He asked Tikki this once as they raced through his darkened woods. She laughed, perhaps too high on adrenaline to take much note to what he said. "He is a baby my darkness. Families change after they grow. I'm sure it will be better."

Ameile didn't cry when she found that she could no longer have children, neither did her lover. They were content. Plagg found that he liked that, when humans could just be content.

With any luck, this time their children would be too.