#peterpanau

“…… Excuse me…? You are going to ask me to do what!?”

“I….. ahh..” Complete shock took over Adrien’s face, as he inched away from the approaching furry of a teenage girl.

This idiot, flying closer to the girl, floating just above her shoulder. “How about you clarify…?” He hissed, gesturing to the girl.

Blue eyes swung to him for a second before switching back to the clueless boy. Furry still radiating from her very being.

Adrien did nothing and just stare back.

Sighing, he turned to the girl to elaborate. “Please excuse his idiocy-“ “Hey!” “But he was referring to the key around your neck.” He gestured to her chest where the chain hanged.

Furry melted to confusion, then understanding, and finally settled on curiosity. With her eyebrow lifted, she looked down at the silver chest key then back up at him. Keeping a gentle sternness, despite the slightly piercing glaze of the girl, he looked right back. Holding his paw out so to accept the key.

“…. What do you need this for…?” Her eyes shifted to look behind him, where the sound of rustling told him that Adrien would have crossed his arms and probably started pouting. The curious eyes flick back to him and he sighs, pointing down.

“We need to get into there… That is the key isn’t it….?”

She follows his gesture and her eyes widen slightly. “My toy chest……?” She stares a moment before her head jerked back up. “Why do you need to get into there? It’s only full of my old toys…”

This is why I don’t like human females… always wanting to know every little detail…

He sighed again and pointed behind him. “Well you see this idiot managed to lose an important relic in there during his little tumble with that beast of a dog earlier today…” The grandmother clock in the room started to chime sweetly and he looked over at it. “Well… Yesterday.”

A puff of air ruffled his fur. Yep, definitely pouting. Several emotions flickered over her face, settling on slight annoyance as she crossed her arms over her chest too.

“Tikki isn’t just a dog… She is our Nanny…!” She huffed quietly.

With a roll of his eyes, he gestured defeat, “Yes, yes. Your nanny. Can you just get it open please…?” He flew down to the lock and peered inside again. “I just hope that the lunatic hadn’t shaken the dam thing to the bottom…” He looked behind him again and shooed Adrien away from the box. The boy obliged, his cheeks still full of hot air. He looked up at the girl peering curiously at Adrien and he coughed loudly.

She started and looked down at him, hurrying to get down from her kneeling position on her bed. “O-oh... Um… This one isn’t the key to my…. um, chest but I know where the key is.” She stuttered as she quickly scattered across the room to a door way into the hall. She open a draw in the table standing there and shuffled some things inside. She started to mutter quietly to herself as she looked, stepping quickly in the spot. The movement effectively making her backside jiggle under her night gown.

As he watched her he spied Adrien looking as well. His cheeks deflated, and a small smile gracing his lips as he watched her and the strange nervous tick.

He coughed softly and watched as the boy realised he was caught. Cheeks puffing out once again, but this time with a strong red hue. Plagg lifted an eyebrow at him and he turned away as if he had no idea what he was implying.

He smirked and turned back to the girl. Watching as she let out a cheer of triumph and lifted an old gold key from the draw. “Found it!” She grinned as she looked back at them.

“Good, good…” He flew back from the hole, “Now if you wi-“

He stopped short as something from earlier dawned on him. Wait…. Did she say… Tikki..?

“What were you guys doing in here anyway…?” The girl kneeled beside him and slid the key into the lock, turning it with a soft click.

“How about you ask the blond?”

He turned with the girl to look at the wide eyed boy behind them. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly as he tried to figure out an excuse. Both of them crossed their arms and rose an eye brow at him.

Oh, I could grow to like this girl…

Adrien looked slightly dumbfounded by the matching reactions before he turned away, embarrassed. “I was… doing… research…”

“Research?”

Plagg giggles a little. Ok, that’s enough torturing him. “It was research for the stories, right Chat..?”

The girl reacted to that. “Stories!?!” She swung her attention back to him and he nodded.

“Oh yes, you tell some of the most magnificent stories!”

Her attention swung back to the boy. Who was now standing taller and with his arms out, face full of youthful cheer. “You listen to my stories!?” She seems very shocked, and rightfully so. We are- “But we are three stories up! How do you get up here!?” Ahh, there is it.

A grin spread across Adrien’s face as he put his hands on his hips, “We flew up!” He bellowed proudly. Plagg’s attention quickly snapped to the sleeping “Nanny” behind him, he was worried all this would wake up the bea-

He was greeted with the movement of her head turning to the side, and a single striking blue eye staring right back at him. He knew that eye.

He smirked at her and she seemed to roll her eye at him, going back to fake slumber with a thump of her tail.

Maybe this whole ideal wasn’t so pointless after all…

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While Plagg was lost to his own mind, the two teens had continue to talk excitedly about the nightly stories and the fact that one of them could very well fly.

They were interrupted when Mannon sat up in her sleep, mumbling to herself as she rubbed her eyes with a sleepy fist.

The boy’s eyes grew fast at the sight of this and shot like a bolt to the roof, shocking Marinette as he bumps into it.

She glares up at him before rushing over to settle her younger sister. She sits on her bed and rubs her back, whispering for her to go back to sleep. Instead the girl woke more and started to look around the room as if she was looking for something.

Marinette looked over at the boy flat against the roof above them and gestured to the canopy above her bed. He looked over at it and then back at her, understanding in his eyes. With a nod of his head, he quickly flew over to it and out of sight.

The exchange took a mare seconds and Marinette put her attention back to her little sister.

“Its past midnight Mannon… Why don’t you go back to sleep…? Hmm?” She smiled encouraging at the girl. The girl looked back at her with eyes narrowed in confusion. “But I swear I heard someone…”

“I was just talking to Tikki, that’s all.” She struggled to keep a straight face. Comparing the Blond haired boy to her Black furred Nanny was funnier then she thought. “I’m sorry for waking you. And I’m sure Tikki is to.”

A thump of a tail shocked her and she looked over at the sleeping dog, peaceful blue eyes stared back at her. Unlike usual, there was a small spark in them that made her own eyes widen. The dog huffed quietly and she realised she was covering for her.

She turned back to her fading sister. “See?” The girl nodded slowly and rubbed one of her eyes again, a yawn stretching her plump cheeks. “Its ok…” She blinked her eyes a few time before leaning back again, sleep quickly approaching her.

“That’s a girl…” She said softly as she bent down to press a kiss to her head. She watched the girl for a few more moments, making sure that she stayed asleep.

“She asleep yet…?” She turned to see a blond head poking out from behind the white fabric of her canopy. She glared at him and he shrank back slightly, fear in his eyes.

Sighing, she stood and walked back over to her bed, stopping at the still watching Tikki to give her a scratch between her shoulder blades. “Thanks Tikki.” A light groan escaped the dog as she rose from her laying position to follow her.

The boy’s eyes budged as he watched the dog - which he admittedly forgot about-, awoke and walked towards him.

The two stopped at the end of the bed and looked up at him. The girl with her hip cocked and her hands resting on them. “You are lucky that Tikki covered for me there… My sister would have woken up other wise and not gone back till she found you.”

He gulped and rose further into the canopy in hope to get away from their stares.

Marinette sighed and shook her head at him. “You can come down now… My sister is asleep…”

“The beast isn’t going to rip me to shreds..?”

She rolled her eyes and crouched back down to lift the lid of the chest. “No, if she was she would have already done it…”

“… That doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence…”

“It’s not meant to…” The light floated down from the hiding place and went to the chest, diving in to try and find something. She frowned. “What did you guys lose anyway…?”

A black cat head popped out and wiggled its self-free. “A ring…” She peered into the chest curiously, moving a few toys and books aside to help look “And why is it so important…?”

“Its how we get from Neverland to here, and back again.”

She looked up at the sound of his voice and gasped at his proximity. His eyes were trained in the chest as his hands moved to look in the chest as well. She moved back as he started to shift to sit in front of the chest, his legs crossed in the air about a foot above the ground.

He began to search though the chest, haphazardly tossing things to the side as he went though. The further he searched, the more he threw and she watched as her nannies eyes slowly narrowed as he continued to make a mess.

She crouched down beside the dog and put a comforting arm around her, ruffling her chest with her other hand. The dog huffed in defeat and stood up to start picking things up, moving them into the pile beside the chest so they could be put inside again quickly.

A small smile came over her face as she watched her beloved friend move about the room cleaning the mess. The sudden whispered shout brought her attention back to the boy who was causing the mess in the first place. He had a hand in his hair and the other planted on his knee. He was floating just a little bit higher now, to get better leverage as he got further and further in.

He was scowling as he messed up his already messy hair in annoyance. “Where on earth is it..!?” She moved to kneel in front of the chest, her arms crossed over the corner and peered inside of it. There was still things inside the chest as it was quite large.

“What colour is it..?” She reached in with a hand to move somethings around.

“It’s silver…” He mumbled grumbly as he went back to throwing things haphazardly.

“Is it real metal or just a play thing..?”

“Of course its real!”

She chuckled lightly, “Just asking.” She moved her hand around in the chest, searching quietly as she thought. Then it occurred to her… she didn’t know his name. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Boy…” She asked softly.

“Hmm?”

Turning her head to look straight at him, she continued. “What’s your name…?”

He seemed to stop short for a second and blink at her a few times. For the first time she noticed the black paint covering the top half of his face, blending into his hairline. His eyes were a green, brightened by the surrounding black. She let her eyes flow down to what he was wearing. She noticed that he was wearing black before but she realised with growing interest that he was also decorated with black furs and what seemed to be painted vines and leaves. Criss-crossing their way across his bare rib cage. His feet were bare, but thick skinned from use without coverage. She noticed that his nails were long. Even longer then mother’s. And slightly pointed at the ends, like claws.  

She looked back up to his face and noticed he was giving her the same once over, his cheeks slightly pink under the paint. Finally noticing that she was dressed in a night gown. He looked back up at her face and she smiled reassuringly.

He turned back to the box. “They call me Chat Noir in Neverland…”

“But surly that’s not your real name…?”

“Course not! ... but I don’t use that name anymore…” His frantic looking from before had slowed down significantly as he thought. A distant expression in his face.

She turned away, not wanting to pressure him and started to look again. A cold silence settling between them.

“… What about you…?”

She turned and looked at him again. His eyes trained on the inside of the chest, but his still hands gave away his nerves. A smile forming she turned back to the chest as well. Moving some stuffed toys to the end of the box. “My name is Marinette.”

He said nothing and started to move again. Sneaking a glance at him she saw he was smiling. Just a little smile meant for himself. Her eyes flickered to the cat floating above the chest and their eyes met. He smiled at her and she smiled back, before going back to the chest.

Moving aside one of her favourite books as a child he hand grazed something cold. A smirk formed on her lips.

“Chat… Is the ring round on the top..?” She asked innocently as she picked up the ring.

“Yes.”

Turning the ring in her fingers, feeling the smooth cold surface, he continued to search. Paying no attention to her. “Is it thick?”

“Yes.”

Her smirk grew as she small cat looked up from looking in the chest to her eyes. They sparkled with mirth as he stayed quiet. “And with claws on the top..?”

The boy sighed, “Yes it is. Can you help me find it now..?” He huffed in annoyance.

“Hmm..” She brought the ring up to her face and looked at her reflection in the shiny surface. “Is this it…?”

Groaning, the boy snapped his head to the side to resort but stopped when he saw the ring in her hands. She grinned at him and presented it to him like a question.

He grinned as he took it from her palm and turned in in his hand, before quickly slipping it onto his right hand. “Ha!” Marinette was shocked as he jumped up and rose his hand in victory. “I found it!”

With an eyebrow lifted and arms now across her chest, she leaned back to look up at him. “You found it..? And I guess I did nothing”

“Well of course you did a little” He grinned down at her.

She heard the soft sound of the cat smacking his forehead, and the look on Tikki’s face suggested she would be doing the same if she could. Her smile turned bitter.

“A little…”

The fall of his face suggested he had figured out his mistake but it was a little too late.

Abruptly standing up, she levels him with a strong glare as he took a step forward to correct himself. He faltered under her glaze and stood there as she briskly walked to her bed. Pulling back the covers she sits down and gives him another look.

“Good night!”

And with that she lays down and pulls the sheet over her head. She could hear him make a sort of strangled cat sound from her place on her bed and could practically feel the anxiety radiating from him.

Her bed dipped as he climbed onto it with her, one hand either side of her shoulders, and his knees either side of hers. If she wasn’t so enraged, she may have blushed and freaked out over their position.

“Marinette…?”

His voice was right in front of her and she puffed out her cheeks as they coloured slightly. She gasps when a head rubs up under her chin, however it is gone just as quickly as it appeared.

“Marinette…”

He sounded like he was sulking. Like a kitten that was refused pets. She had to hold in a giggle at the thought of the blond staring up at her with big eyes, begging for her hands to be touching him.

“You know Marinette…” His voice is right beside her ear, making her shoulders tense slightly. “One girl it worth twenty boy. They are much more sensible and so much smarter. Boys are brainless and horrid…”

She felt her anger melt with his words, and curiosity took its place.

“I should know… I live with boys… the lost boys…. They are well named…”

“Who are they?” Marinette shot up into a sitting position, her blanket gathered in her lap.

She watched as a shocked Chat scrambled back from her and off the edge of the bed. Only to quickly hop back up and take a casual pose as if he hadn’t just fallen of her bed.

She couldn’t hold it in as laughter bubbled up her throat. She watched as he turned red at her laughter and turn away, making her laugh even harder. He looked like a startled cat trying to keep its cool.

Her laughter slowed enough for her to talk, “Did you land on your feet kitty..?” she teased, wiping an escaped tear form her eye.

He huffed and went to resort before stopping short. He turned to her, surprised. “Wait… You know French…?”

She lifted an eyebrow at him, “Well, we kind of have been alternating between English and French this whole time… So… yeah.”

Shock took over his face as he continued to stare at her. She smiled at him before standing up and facing him.

She started to rock on her heels like she did when she was younger. She didn’t know why, but being around him made her feel young again. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. Tilting her head at him, she smiled brightly. “Soo, are you going to tell me about these lost boys or are you just going to stare at me till sunrise..?”

He continued to look at her before he caught himself and coughed into his hand, his cheeks reddening again. “Yes well… You’re not exactly difficult to look at…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He turned away and went to walk towards the window, his hands already moving with his words. “The lost boys are the ones I’m called to when I’m here. I take them away from horrid lives, and abusive parents to Neverland where they can live happy!”

Marinette walked slowly behind him. “Neverland…? I’ve never heard of it…”

He turned to her and smiled, “Not many have!” Now at the window, he beckoned her closer and she complied. Standing beside him as she pointed to the stars in the sky. “It’s the second star to the right. That one there! You fly right at it and you’re at Neverland in no time!”

Curious, she stepped forward and leaned on the sill, looking up at the sparkling sky. She realised that he had pointed to the small star next to the wishing star her mother showed her years ago. “But how do you fly there…?”

“Happy thoughts!”

She turned and looked at him, grinning as he slowly lifted into the air.

“But surely that’s not true…? I’ve had happy thoughts before and I have never flown before…”

His expression turned thoughtful and he crossed his legs to think, a clawed finger tapping his chin. “Well, it doesn’t hurt to have a little bit of Sprite dust…”

“Sprite dust…?”

The small cat flew over to them now, floating beside the boy in the green glow again. “Sprite dust is what makes me fly, glow and help this goof to fly too.”

Her eyes grew big with understanding as she looked at the creature with new found interest. “So, it’s like magic…?”

Chat cocked his head to the side into her field of view. “Well, sort of. The fairies use magic more than the sprites do.”

Marinette almost squealed with joy. Her shoulders all bundled up and hands fisted under her chin. “There are fairies to!?!”

The two roll their eyes at her, clearly knowing something she didn’t. Chat flapped his hand at her “Yes, but I wouldn’t get to excited…”

Plagg sighed to the sky, “Fairies are very… Full of themselves… They are what bring the seasons to the mainland and because of that they believe they are higher than everyone else…. They are rarely seen by humans.”

Her shoulders and excitement deflated slightly as she watched them talk about fairies. She always thought fairies to be kind and beautiful creatures, but their words were quickly demolishing her original ideas.

They must have noticed her change of mood because suddenly Chat lightly screamed “But there are Mermaids!”

“Mermaids!?!” She looked at him with hope, maybe they were like how she thought! Beautiful creatures with lovely voices that-

“Ahh. Well… they are probably not how you think they are either… they are quite dangerous and sour to humans…” Scratching the back of his neck, he seemed to regret bring them up.

However she seemed to excite even more. “Do they sing to attract sailors to their death!? Do they have webbed hands!?! OHOH” She flailed slightly with excitement and rushed up to him. Taking his head in her hands she pulls him down to her level and looks right into his eyes.

His had grown at her actions and now had a flicker of fear in them as she stared him down.

“Do they… drown people…?”

Blinking quickly, he nodded. Slightly unsure about her reaction. She seemed to light up at this. Her eyes full of life and excitement.

“I KNEW IT!” She let him go and turned back to the window, practically glowing with joy. “YOU HAVE GOT TO SHOW ME!”

You have got to show me… Got to show me…. Show me!

A grin spread over Adrien’s face as her words repeated in his mind. This is going to be so much fun…! He opened his mouth to resort back but a semi-familiar voice cut him off.

“I hate to interrupt…. But there is no way you are going anywhere.”

Both of the teen’s heads snapped to the bed closest to the window. There, sitting cross-legged, was Alya. With a serious expression and very much awake.

Silence stretched out between the three for a good few minutes before the serious expression melted into a smirk.

“Well… not without me at least.”

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