I just watched the 2003 live action peter pan to figure out details and set out of chapters in Up and Away.... I have 21 planned...... I have never written a multi-chapter before.... I am scared but also very excited Also CHAT AND PETER ARE SO ALIKE! LIKE OMG SO AWKWARD BUT SLIGHTLY CHARMING AND CONFUSED AND GOOD LORD WHAT IS THIS HOW HAS NO ONE DONE THIS ALREADY?!?!?!?!
(I know.... I KNOW OK! I still have a new warmth to finish and so many art projects but this came to my while I was talking to @magical-awesome-kid and I just couldnt leave it..... *Sigh*)
Summary: Once upon a time, in a sound house in a snug corner of London. There lived the Dupain-Cheng’s. A lovely little family with heart to spare. Late, in the chill of night, in the families nursery. A story was being told.
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Once upon a time, in a sound house in a snug corner of London. There lived the Dupain-Cheng’s. A lovely little family with heart to spare. Late, in the chill of night, in the families nursery. A story was being told.
Marinette, the eldest, waited for her two adopted siblings to settle. The two others, both of darker skin, were not exactly new additions to the family. Having been friends with the family before an unfortunate accident left them without parents of their own. The Cheng’s welcomed them with open arms and turned extended family to connect through love.
Marinette watched Mannon and Alya bickered among themselves. Talking about pirates and mermaids and fairies alike.
A smile on her face she calls them over and the sisters make haste to sit at her feet for another story. A giggle escaped her lips before she begins one of her favourites her mother used to tell her. About a girl locked away in a tower and a prince lost in the woods.
Meanwhile, outside under the moon lit sky, I figure could be seen flying about the sky, twisting and turning around a green glow that flew along with him. He dipped and soared, as if on a whim.
The figure made a regular stop outside the window of a particular nursery.
The soft voice of the elder sister telling a story drawing him to sneak a peek. He grinned as the familiar scene of the two younger ones sat in front of the story teller. Fully engrossed in the story.
Minutes tick past and the story draws to a calculated close as Marinette spies a yawning Mannon. She is leading them to bed as her parents come up, wishing them a good night and tucking them in for the night.
Despite being put to bed, and Mannon being asleep. The two elder girls stayed up some more and talked quietly in the night.
Marinette was turning 17 in two weeks’ time and Ayla 15 in 7. This sparked conversations of adulthood between the two.
Marinette expressing her distaste in the custom of being introduced to society like she never existed before then, and Alya in her now growing lessons on how to grow out of childhood habits.
They both wished to hold onto their childhood just a little longer and expressed these thoughts to each other. Not knowing that there was a third and fourth pair of ears listening.
"Hear that Plagg? They don’t want to grow up!"
"Yes, yes I heard. And what do you propose we do about it? Whisk them away in the middle of the night to Neverland?"
The silence that greeted his ears was all the conformation he needed of what the boy was thinking.
"Oh no! Definitely not!"
"Why not~" The boy whined as he looked at the sprite with kitten eyes.
"Do you know how much trouble women are!?! These aren’t like the little boys who wish for a different life away from abusive and constricting households! They are of female mind and emotion! WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD GO WRONG!"
The boy rolled his eyes. "They can be that bad."
"Have you ever met or talked to a girl before Adrien?"
The boy opened his mouth but the sprite cut him off.
"Outside of Neverland?"
The boy pouted and turned away, mumbling under his breath. The sprite sighed.
"It’s different over here kid. The Indians are a people that believe in equal rights for genders. The mermaids are of only one gender. The modern society is full of constricting rules and ideals."
The boy was silent a moment. "But these girls-"
"Are different yes. And are slightly rebellious. But that has more to do with their upbringing. They may not agree with everything their society does but they will still be willing to follow it because that is what is required of them. Wither they like it or not."
During this conversation, the girls had ended their talk and went to bed. Alya quickly finding sleep, leaving Marinette to lay awake with her thoughts.
She didn’t know how much time had passed but she knew that sleep was probably of little possibility. Her mind was to full of worries and fears of the future.
Sighing to herself she got up and padded over to their window, pulling the curtains away and unlatching the pane.
She sits on the ground with her arms resting on the sill. Another sigh escapes her as she looks out over the roofs around her, the moon large and bright in the sky.
Her crystal blue eyes twinkle in the star light and the wind catches her midnight hair. Taking in a deep breath she closes her eyes, and not for the first time she wills herself to fly away. At least for a while.
The girl’s appearance had captured the attention of both the boy clad in black and the little floating light. For months, since the families joined, they had been coming nightly to hear the girl’s stories and songs. But not once did they actually see the girls face, through anything but glass.
The boys eyes widen and the sprite moved about anxiously. Hoping that the boy do nothing stupid and that the girl would not look to the side.
One was bound to happen however.
Slightly in a daze, the boy leaned forward towards the girl. Completely enchanted by the way she looked in the moon light. His lightly clawed hands touching the tiles below him.
Not paying much attention, he leans too heavily on a lose tile and its goes sliding off the sloped roof.
The girl’s eyes burst open wide at the sound but before she could turn, the boy scatters away. Climbing up the roof to get out of sight.
Upon looking to where the sound came, Marinette spied the missing tile suspiciously. Looking around her before leaning back in and closing the window with her.
A pair of heavy breath sound through the night. Quickly followed by the light clap of a small hand across the back of the boys head.
“What was that!?!” The sprite hissed in his ear as Adrien rubbed the back of his head.
“An accident.” He grumbled and turned away from him.
“You can fly! Why on earth did you manage to do something so stupid!?”
A huff escaping his lips and he leans back to look up at the sky. Looking at the dark backdrop to the bright moon and stars, he was reminded of the girl’s hair and he smiled.
“But did you see her Plagg!?”
Another heavy sigh escaped the defeated sprite and he lightly sits on the boy’s shoulder, his bright light dimming to soft glow. Revealing the little cat like creature inside.
“I’m not going to be able to talk you out of this am I…?”
He was answered with a wide grin.
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So thats the start!
What do you think?
Updates should be better (Since I have made a timeline for this) and the rest of A New Warmth should be finished soon! Just got a little lost with it.....
And I will be doing art for it as I go to. Mostly WIPs though...
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(Ahhhhhh!!!!I cant believe im doing this….Deep breaths Kawa…. Deep breaths…
Please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes… Writing (especially on my phone) isnt my forte.
Hope you enjoy it though ^-^’)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, slight romance, Fluff
Summary: Adrien never thought about what would happen if he suddenly found himself without the familiar blue scarf. But of course, with his brilliant luck, its a situation he suddenly finds him self in. But letting go of one comfort leaves room for a new one.
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{Part 1}
The sound was almost agonising to hear, and the collective gasp that followed wasn’t any better. He felt his muscles tighten and tremble slightly; back ridged and head reeling. There was anger of her face but it disappeared in a flash.
Slowly, as if like in a trance Chloe looks down at her hands and my eyes quickly follow. Soft, warm fabric. Lonely nights.
Stray tears. Warm reminders. A pale, calming blue. Now torn and frayed. Very clearly no longer in one piece.
My head fills with the sounds of loud apologies and rushed words, but nothing registers.
Quickly the plush accessory is pushed into my hands and my eyes just sit on it a while.
All I can think about is how small it looks now. How different it looks in two pieces instead of one. It’s almost like all the memories and comforts it gave and held for the past two years have been washed out of it. All taken away…
By a second of unreasonable anger.
There is a prickling behind my eyes and I quickly close them; taking a deep, stuttering breath.
There is a warm comforting hand on my shoulder. And I shoot Nino a quick, practiced, reassuring smile, not even daring to open my eyes. Fearing that the tears will escape.
Another hand appears on my arm and lowers them to the desk in front of me.
My brow creases as the hand on my shoulder remains. Considerably lighter than the second.
Now curious, I open my eyes and see Nino sitting next to me, arms crossed, leaning on the table. There is sadness and apology in his eyes. But also the spark of amusement.
I look behind me to the source of the warmth and I’m met with the kind, sorrowful, sky blue eyes of none other than Marinette.
Sweet, clumsy, shy Marinette.
Looking like it was with her own two, warm, delicate hands that tore apart the only meaningful thing my father has ever given me.
This girl’s selflessness and concern strikes a chord in my lonely heart for what seems like the millionth time just this past year.
Bringing just a little bit of warmth to its cold barren wasteland.
I flash her a small, appreciative smile and a soft blush quickly takes over her cheeks. She smiles shyly and pulls her hand from my shoulder.
Taking its warmth with it.
Her hands begin fumbling in her lap as I face forward again.
Back at the once one, now two pieces of blue fabric.
Taking another deep breath I bend to put them in my bag as the teacher walks back in. Beginning the lesson from where she left off, like nothing happened.
However, I’m not paying attention. I’m just blankly staring at the board as the words appear across it.
I sit like that a while before a soft gasp behind me and the quick shuffling of books capture my wandering attention.
Which is quickly replaced by the sound if quick sketching.
The scratching of lead on paper fills my mind. Absent-mindedly I wonder what kind of inspiration took over the kind-hearted girl.
My eyes slide shut and I lean back against my chair. Letting my mind wander yet again. The strangely comforting sound becoming my background music.
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