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It is a common misconception among mortals that Gods have a say over their destiny. In reality, Gods are just as much at humanity's disposal as humanity is at theirs.
Tikki knew this when making humanity, she knew that her life would be at their will once she made them, but she also knew that it was inevitable.
At first the myths and prayers they preached about her and her fellow Gods were fascinating, she knew them all before they were written but also only knew of them after they happened.
What humans preach of the gods happens, what happens between the gods is preached by humans, and the cycle continues.
She always knew she was connected to death, destruction, a cat, Plagg.
For the longest time Tikki didn't necessarily like him, but she didn't dislike him either, they were just connected.
Life and Death, Creation and Destruction, Ladybug and Cat, Tikki and Plagg.
Soulmates and not, much less and much more all at once. And now, Wife and Husband.
She knew this would happen, she never realized that it would but it only makes sense. Balance in the universe achieved through the union of the two Gods of the Gods.
Tikki hated Plagg
Wherever she would go, he would follow right behind her, destroying everything she made and forcing her to start from scratch.
Tikki made a field, Plagg made a mess.
Tikki created dinosaurs, Plagg made them into ash.
And now she was stuck with him, never capable of leaving for long, always five steps behind each other.
Perhaps she was a little harsh on him, it wasn’t like he could help that it was his very nature to destroy… Perhaps she could give him a little leeway?…
"Whoops!"
Or maybe not.
"Plagg!! I worked on that for three years!"
The once beautiful tapestry of a peafowl chasing after a hedgehog was now sporting three gashes across the center of it, making it clear that someone's claws had found their way onto her precious work.
"I just wanted to admire your handwork, my sweet."
Large arms encircled her and held her to an equally large chest, his purring attempting to soothe her only served to make her conflicted in her emotions. But then a glance at her ruined work reminded her all over.
"I don't even know how I could fix this! It goes straight through the design!"
"If anyone could fix it, it would be my lovely wife."
His sweet words and "soothing" petting of her hair only made her more and more upset.
She knew it was in his nature. She knew he couldn't help himself. But his lack of remorse just added salt to the wound and she wanted to show him exactly how she felt...
Ethylene glycol sounded like a good option, but so did arsenic…
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Plagg loved his wife.
Tikki was his sun, his whole world, without her he wouldn't be anything.
He worships the ground she walks on.
His wonderful other half is so smart, so clever, and so, so incredibly creative.
Anything he ever destroyed was made from her, and from the ashes of his destruction, she made more wonderful things even better than the last.
He burned her fields and she made meadows.
He exterminated her dinosaurs, and she made coal, oil, and Gas.
She never stayed mad at him for long, he always knew he was forgiven when she tried to kill him.
For them it was a game, they both knew she couldn't kill him, nothing could kill them.
It was almost like a form of flirting for them: he destroys something, she gets mad, she tries to kill him, and then they fall into the throes of passion.
Nooroo kept on trying to tell him that she was seriously trying to kill him, but that was just silly!
Releasing venomous snakes into the garden, pushing him off multiple cliffs, ledges, and bridges, why would she bother if she didn't enjoy it?
Why stab him in the chest and lick the blood clean? Stroke his ash black skin before choking him unconscious?
Those weren’t the actions of someone who was truly trying to kill their lover! It was just the way they flirted!
So Plag didn’t heed Nooroo’s worry.
They knew what they were doing.
He knew it was love.
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Tea with Ziggy was always dull, to the point where Plagg could only spend his time idly nodding along to what she said and thinking of all the fun he would get up to after with his wife.
Speaking of the goddess, his lovely sugarcube entered through the door with a tray of tea, sweets, cheeses, and three apples.
Each colorful teacup was placed in front of a seat, Plagg's own being made of nacre in an attempt to make it last for a while.
The liquid inside was a dark orange, probably an oolong tea. An offhanded sip from the tea had him grinning into his mug, looking up at Tikki as she cut apple slices and handed them to Ziggy. "My sweet, is this Ethylene glycol? You shouldn't have!"
Tikki didn't say anything, no smile or frown graced her face, she simply continued on cutting slices, pointedly ignoring the heart-eyes her other half was sending her across the tea table.
Upon realizing that he wouldn't get an answer, Plagg continued on conversing with Ziggy about whatever, snacking on slices of camembert as the time passed.
Eventually Tikki finished cutting the apples, pushing the plate of slices to the center of the tea table.
Glancing at Tikki only proved to make Plagg infinitely more interested in her instead, as Tikki was making direct eye contact with Plagg and licking the knife clean.
Plagg couldn't wait for Ziggy to leave.
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Her feelings on fate, inevitability, and mortality were always changing.
Often Tikki resented humans for writing her fate, knowing that they would as soon as she made them.
Feeling gentle hands on her slipping her robe off her shoulders, she thinks about the one thing that conflicted her the most.
Arms snake around her body from behind, pulling her into a warm embrace.
Lips greet her exposed shoulder and neck.
She melts into him, giving into him and his hold on her.
She hates him, she loves him, much like their relationship to each other, she feels so much for him and so little.
Love and hate, and love and hate, and over and over again the cycle continued.
Life and Death,
Creation and Destruction,
Ladybug and Cat,
Wife and Husband,
Tikki and Plagg.