Prompt 3-Making History

Plagg was unsure as to why he'd been directed to such a young host who was clearly too unstable and too stupid to fully grasp the concept of duty.


Choosing the next Miraculous holder was never easy. It was essentially sending someone to his or her death. Especially the unlucky ones.

Plagg flew across the German landscape silently. It had been 50 years since the last Chat Noir. He had rarely transformed, he didn't need to, as the akumas were strangely absent in that time period, but it didn't matter. He had still died. They always died in battle, every single Chat Noir he'd ever encountered and though he blamed himself, it wasn't really his fault. He couldn't control them, he could offer advice and guidance, but that was it. The cycle of death would continue for as long as the Kwami and their host remained at odds. He needed someone to work alongside him rather than against him. Tikki… Plagg sighed she was gone too. He hadn't seen her in the past 500 years and he missed her. Well, missed annoying her. His antenna twitched suddenly and he followed his instinct to a small house. The name Genipperteinga (1) entered his mind. Maybe this time it will be different.

He entered the house and found his new host.


His heart was heavy as he tried not to cry, but it was no use, warm tears splashed onto the ground as he curled up in misery. He'd given the power to an evil man again. He had murdered so many innocent… And that poor girl… Plagg sobbed in anguish. Why? Why wouldn't they listen? He didn't have to try and keep them alive. He didn't have to tell them how their powers worked. Chat Noir was almost always selfish and insolent he used his luck for all the wrong reasons; Plagg never did have the knack for being drawn to an ideal host. A person worthy of becoming a noble Chat Noir.


The second time his host turned out to be a serial killer Plagg felt nothing. Instead he resolved to assist his host as little as possible. It worked rather well for him during the next host, who died only a few days after meeting Plagg, when he had been trying to rob a bank before getting shot. Luckily Plagg had ended the transformation before he bled out. Or that would have been the end of Chat Noir.


The cry of a young child carried on the wind and reached him many years later. He hadn't moved in a week, and more than once, a bird had nearly eaten him. He sighed. Another host, another Chat Noir, another disappointment. Maybe he'd observe them for a while first. He stood and followed the sound.


He'd ended up in Paris. The City of Love. He thought of Tikki, she'd always wanted to visit Paris. She said they'd meet there when the time was right. He didn't believe her, but then again, she had the power of prognosis and he did not.

Adrien Agreste

He heard the name of his new host and he tracked the trace until he reached a large house with iron gates. A small boy crouched in the snow, cheeks and nose pink with cold. He was trying to coax something out of the bush. Plagg hovered behind him, observing. A cat peered up at the boy with dark eyes. How ironic.


The boy's mother died a few weeks later, Plagg's bad luck had already descended on the house, seeping into the pores of the fragile woman, ending her life. The boy cried for days. Plagg was unsure as to why he'd been directed to such a young host who was clearly too unstable and too stupid to fully grasp the concept of duty.


When boy turned 15, Plagg decided to reveal himself. He had to at some point and he figured he might as well get it over and done with. He'd taken it well, this blonde boy with dull green eyes who never seemed to smile. In fact he'd asked lots of questions, nervously adjusting the ring on his finger every so often. Plagg ignored his questions.


His eyes became brighter each time he met his new partner. Plagg noticed the way his body shifted and his shouldered relaxed. He noticed too how the girl, the new Ladybug, treated Chat as an equal not an inferior. Any time the two had found each other; it had been claws out and gloves off between the two as they fought for dominance. But this time, the dynamics had shifted. For the first time in nearly 400 years, Plagg began to feel hope. Tikki had found him in Paris as promised, and once again, they could feel their hosts were destined to make history. Perhaps it would be for the right reasons this time.


This gave me so many feels. :(

(1) Christman Genipperteinga was a serial killer in the 16th century. Very bad man.

I believe that if Chat Noir were to die while transformed, then Plagg would die too. Then poof! No more Chat Noir ever. Which is why Plagg forces the transformations to end just before his hosts die.

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