Puck's Prose

[Grell Sutcliff]

I'm so glad you like it! ^^ I love Kid's little obsessiveness over symmetry. It's cute. X3

[Kiki]

Aaaw! I love it Puck! Thank youuu!

[Puck]

You're very welcome! I'm glad you like it!!!

[Puck]

Twilight Theme #3: Some Things That Are Unexpected Turn Out To Be Nice Surprises

Scene: In the first movie/book where they are on la push beach and jacob walks with bella and tells him about his past and stuff
Movie or Book?: both i think
Replaced Characters: Jacob- Percy Bella- Annabeth Jacobs friends- Percy and Annabeths friends (bianca, niko, grover, thalia, Jason ect)


It was cold at the beach. I found that slightly odd. But then again, it was the middle of January, so what was I supposed to think? Still, I guess it was just because whenever i thought the word "beach", I imagined bright sunlight, picnics, surfing, the whole nine yards. But instead, it was cold, wet, and altogether miserable. And I was dressing in a t-shirt and shorts. Some daughter of Athena I am.

Thankfully, Percy handed over his well-worn jacket for me to wear. I was sort of embarrassed about it, and I insisted that I could handle myself, but Percy wouldn't freakin' shut up till I put the darn thing on, so eventually I caved and put it on. The muggy old thing was probably full of mouth holes and soaked with sweat, germs and other gross boy things, but it was better than freezing to death…but not by much.

"Come on, you two, or we'll miss all the good waves!" Grover laughed, motioning impatiently for us to follow him into the frozen surf. One look at that water, and my mind was set; I would be a popsicle before I stepped one foot in.

Grover, crazy though he was, was most likely going to take a few steps out and then return to the shore, shivering and mentally cursing himself, but Percy and I decided to let him have his fun and go for a walk up the shore.

Thalia, Niko and Bianca were sitting around a pathetic little attempt at a campfire, listening to their Ipods and laughing about who knows what. Percy seemed to be as unimpressed by the display as I was, so we walked further up the beach, keeping in time with each others steps in the cool sand.

We started to talk. I learned a lot of things about Percy that day. He was a bit more open about himself than I'd expected him to be…at least, he was open with me, anyway.

"My stepdad…he's…he's a jerk, to be honest," Percy frowned, scratching the back of his head as we walked along. "He treats my mom like dirt, and me even worse. My real dad….he didn't want me, I guess," Percy shrugged then, growing quieter. He told me a lot more, and I began to realize…we weren't all that different from each other, me and him. Our parentage was, of course, similar, and our home lives had both contained some sadness in them.

Yes, Percy told me much more. Eventually, we were at the edge of some thin woods. Taking a seat on a broken log, I decided that I could tell him a little about myself as well. He didn't mind.

I kissed Percy Jackson on the coldest, wettest beach in the entire United States of America. And I wore his jacket for the rest of the day. Never once did he complain of being cold. And, I didn't really mind the boy stuff on it.

[Grell Sutcliff]

Twilight Theme #4: A Family of Pricks

Pairing: Utau/Elliot
Scene: Where Edward takes Bella to meet his family.
Replaced Characters: elliot-Edward Bella-Utau Alice-Zoey Rosaline-Corina Jasper-Wesley. Charlise and Esme-?[/color]

"They're not gonna like me, are they?"
"…of course they will. I do!"

Utau rolled her eyes as Elliot placed a reassuring kiss on her cheek, taking his hand as they walked through the spacious house that was Elliot's family's. The rooms were all wonderfully decorated, and were rather expensive looking, even for Utau's standards.

Taking a deep breath, Utau gave a reluctant smile to Elliot as they at last reached the kitchen door, stepping inside in what she hoped to be a calm and collected manner. But as soon as she felt each of their eyes on her, she nearly froze, he original nervousness returning. Curse it all, this behavior was so out of character for the pop star. What was it about these people that gave them the power to make her as nervous as was conceived possible?

"Utau!" One bright voice peaked out above the others, and soon Utau felt herself being hugged tightly by a pink-haired Neeko girl, who seemed very enthusiastic to meet her. Soon she was talking a mile a minute, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen one another for a long time, rather than two individuals meeting for the first time under tense conditions.

"Elliot's told us all so much about you! Wow, you really are just as pretty as he says, heehee! We're gonna be such good friends, I just know it!"

"Zoey, chill, okay?" Elliot rolled his eyes, sighing heavily at the display. Zoey rolled her eyes right back, giving a teasing smile. Utau merely raised an eyebrow at the girl, who was still hugging her, feeling a bit awkward about the whole situation. This girl was obviously the "come up and greet" sort, which was about the opposite of what Utau had been expecting.

And just who was Utau expecting? Was it, perhaps, the blue-ponytailed girl giving her a death glare from across the room? Yep, that sounded about right. Utau regarded her frigidly, choosing instead to focus on the boy that had now come to stand beside Zoey. The boy had long, brown bands that hung in his face, and seemed to be being awfully protective of Zoey. He looked almost as though he were in pain, like he didn't want to be near Utau.

What a prick.

"It's okay, Wesley. You won't hurt her or anything," Zoey laughed, playfully punching the other in the shoulder. A small smile broke from his frozen features, and he in turn gently tussled her pink hair.

"Just ignore my family. Especially Corina. I do, at least," Elliot whispered, smiling as he saw her face heat up. Smirking, Utau turned around, looking up at her boyfriend for a moment.

"I'm not sure that I'll be able to, you little prick," she laughed. Yes, Elliot had to be the master prick, out of an entire family of pricks. Pricks who would most likely drive Utau completely insane over the course of the next few days, months, and years. But she would grow to love them…though she'd never willingly admit it.

Because Utau was a prick, too.

[Utau]

u are awesome. the ending was my favorite because it summoned up everything! I lvoe this you deserve mega death hug! *mega death hug*

[Grell Sutcliff]

Aww, thank you! *giant hug back*
I'm so happy that you liked it! I was a little worried about thier personalities, since I'd never seen the show and no one on here RPs them. But, I guess it turned out alright! XD
I figured that the ending would work well. :3 I just love Elliot and Utau's relationship!

[Utau]

lol me too. you got Corina spot on. Even zoey was pretty good

[Puck]

[green]Twilight Theme #5: Undeserving Warmth[/green]

Pairing: Claire/Layton
Scene: Surprise me? I suppose a scene with Edward Jacob and Bella....
Movie or Book?: Ahh... uhhh... either?
Replaced Characters:
Layton shall be Edward because Layton is beautiful like that, Claire will replace Bella, Dimitri (can PM you about info on him. He had a crush on Claire...)
[/b][/color]
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"Keep her warm; that's all I'm asking of you, good sir."

Professor Layton's gentleman-like voice held an unusually hard glint to it as he stared at an equally cold Dimitri Allen, along with the nasally tone that came with a stuffed nose. He, Layton and Claire had all been forced into staying in one tent, due to the harsh weather outside. It had been Claire's idea for a camping trip up in the mountains; a trip for her and her dear Professor. But, low and behold, Dimitri had just "happened" to be spending the weekend up there as well.

A heavy storm had picked up, blowing Dimitri's flimsy little tent off the side of the mountain. Feeling sorry for the poor chap(and, being a natural gentleman at heart), Layton had allowed the man to share in the warm of their tent.

At least, it had seemed warm at first.

There were a few blankets to spare, and Layton was tightly wrapped in one at the corner of the tent, as far away from Claire as he could manage. He was cold, miserable, and sniffling, with a small headache that was growing steadily worse. It was highly likely that the professor was merely suffering from a cold, but just in case it happened to be something worse, such as pneumonia, Layton was keeping his distance from Claire so as to spare her of any illness.

Claire, being the more tender one of the group, was close to freezing in the sleeping bag that had been brought along. Dimitri was fairly cold himself, and wouldn't have minded being wrapped among the few blankets piled atop the small woman. He also wouldn't have minded the chance to keep as close to her as that sleeping bag would allow.

So, you can imagine that he was fairly pleased with Layton's request to keep Claire warm. Claire, a bit uncomfortable with the situation, tried to protest, but Layton and Dimitri would hear none of it.

"Goodnight, Claire," Layton said stiffly, keeping his gaze as the other man slid in beside her. "And you as well, Mr. Allen."

"And to you," Dimitri nodded cooly, placing an arm around the woman's shoulder.

"Goodnight, Hershel," Claire said apologetically, attempting to slide out from under Dimitri's arm as she spoke. He gave a sad pout at Claire's reluctance to be beside him, and sighed, settling down at last to sleep.

"You know, Claire," he said drowsily. "You'd get warmer much faster…if you shed a few layers of clothes."

Layton stiffened at that, his face growing red as he stood up. His face held a warning expression, and he pointed a finger accusingly.

"Dimitri…" Hershel began. "As long as you are here, you will behave as a gentleman should. Especially around Claire."

Dimitri scowled. "Hey, it's true. Survival 101. Something you never forget."

"Dimitri…stop it," Claire said, her face rather red itself. "Both of you…please, behave yourselves."

The two men glared at one another a moment before sighing. Claire, glad that the two had at least stopped arguing for the time being, and grateful for the added warmth, at last allowed herself to fall asleep.
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Layton and Hershel, meanwhile, did not fall asleep. Hershel was too busy keeping an eye on Dimitri, and Dimitri was unable to sleep due to the fact that Layton was continually staring him down.

"Will you please stop doing that?" The blond said finally, giving the professor an exasperated look. Layton blinked, looking away sheepishly as he realized he had been staring. How un-gentleman like of him.

"Look, Layton; I'm not trying to steal her away from you," Dimitri sighed, his tone growing softer as Claire began to stir in her sleep. Hershel avoided the other man's gaze, waiting to see if he was going to say anything else.

"You know what? You are one lucky chap, Professor. You know what else?" Dimitri scowled, a bitter tone to his British accent. "You will never…be good enough for her."

Hershel flinched, turning back to look at the other man with an incredulous look in his eyes. "I…I"m well aware of that, sir," Layton said after a moment. "As I am also aware that neither you….nor I….will ever love her enough."

Now it was Dimitri's turn to look surprised. Before he could reply, however, Claire began to stir again, almost as though she could hear their conversation. Each of the men making little "shh" sounds, so that she might be calmed, relaxed when at last she rested still again.

With a tired sigh, Dimitri laid down once again, keeping a half-closed eye on Layton. Before at last falling asleep, he breathed drowsily, "Fine. You win, Layton. Just…promise me this. Promise me…that you'll keep her warm. That's all that I ask."

Layton nodded solemnly to himself as the other man at last passed into a decent slumber, letting his eyes drift over to Claire yet again.

"That I can promise you, Dimitri. On my word as a gentleman," Layton whispered, at last closing his eyes.

[Gir]

That... was amazing! Loved it!

[Rebecca]

Yay! I'm so glad you liked it! I was hoping that I'd be able to get Layton's character down decently...did I do alright? ^^;

[Gir]

Yeah I would've thought you played the games/watched the movies from how well in character he was.

[Rebecca]

Awesome! That makes me happy...X3

But I'm glad you liked it! This was pretty fun to write; I just may have to write more Layton/Claire stuff in the future.

[Gir]

That'd be awesome! Also, just finished up your Clopuck fic, going to put it up now. ^^

[Puck]

[green]Twilight Theme #7: Tricksters' Meadow[/green]
[red]The LAST ONE….I suggest you listen to "Kiss Me" by New Found Glory when reading it. This one's cheesy, romantic, fluffy, and everything in between….yes, of course that means it's Clopuck. [/b][/size][/red]

"Is it hard for you?"
"Sometimes…when there's not much there for us, it can be."

Wildflowers and the scent of lilac wafted through the air, balancing on a light breeze that blew through the small meadow. As the wind scattered the pair of tricksters' hair into their faces, each wrinkled their nose slightly at the ticklish sensation. One, the more fair-skinned of the two, lay on his side, propping himself onto his elbow as he watched the other, who was positioned similarly.

The two teenagers, Clopin Trouillefou and Puck Goodfellow, had come to this small meadow after school, each a bit cautiously. Clopin especially. Earlier that week, things…had been said between the two relative acquaintances, that could not be taken back. Or forgotten.

Puck knew little about the other, while Clopin seemed to know plenty about Puck. Perhaps it was because the boy had been a bit nervous around the gypsy, and had been trying not to think too much about him, let alone get to know him. Clopin, on the other hand, seemed to want to have absolutely nothing to do with Puck, for whatever reason that may be. What was truly surprising for the paler boy was that Clopin hadn't lashed out at him in the time they'd been there together so far. The gypsy boy seemed to have a certain distaste for Puck, and, in Puck's eye, hated the poor boy as well.

But the boy had asked for Puck to come with him, alone, to this private place. It made Puck redden to think about, but the boy could have sworn that Clopin must have brought him here for a very special reason. What that reason was, however, Puck had no idea.

The silence between them becoming too much for the Goodfellow boy, Puck cleared his throat, drawing his knees up to his chest as he tried to gain the gypsy's attention again. Clopin had been unusually calm, a far cry from how he normally acted around Puck. As the other boy glanced over to face him, Puck suddenly lost his train of thought, unable to keep himself from staring into Clopin's eyes instead. Their warm-brown tone tended to be a bit…attention-grasping. Clopin raised an eyebrow at the other, waiting for him to speak, and Puck, embarrassed, continued on.

"When…when is there not much for you?"

Clopin frowned, looking up to the sky curiously. Having never been asked that sort of question before, he wasn't sure how to answer. In all honesty, Clopin wasn't sure what Puck was asking him; Clopin had two different scenarios going on in his head, one being the fact that he was a gypsy, the other being that he was…something else to be hated among the people here.

"Well…when we have to deal with people who like to judge us," Clopin said bitterly, thinking up and answer that covered both fields.

They each grew silent, neither one able to think of any sort of conversation to engage in. Puck was beginning to grow uncomfortable and nervous, as he didn't know if Clopin was going to snap and bark at him, like he usually did, or if they would continue to stay silent.

"Why did you bring me here, Clopin?" Puck sighed, deciding to at last break the ice. The gypsy turned sharply to face the other, an eyebrow raised in a scowling expression, making Puck instantly regret that he'd said anything.

"As if you didn't know," Clopin rolled his eyes with a scoff. "That little…incident from before should suffice as my reasoning," the gypsy spoke with a mocking tone, turning around onto his back again to face the sky.

Puck rolled his eyes, scowling at the other teenager. Glancing up at the sky himself, he finally let out a sigh, and laid down beside the other. Clopin looked a bit surprised for an instant, but seemed to ignore Puck's action, continuing his examination of the clouds.

The "incident" from the day before had consisted of Clopin saying Puck's sorry arse from a group of gang bangers in Port Angeles, along with the gypsy taking the other out to dinner. Things had been said that could be taken in a number of ways, but whatever either of the two boys had meant by them, a general message had been conveyed; things were about to become a lot more awkward between them.

Puck put his arms behind his head, watching the clouds drift past lazily above. Clopin did the same, trying desperately to sort out conflicting thoughts arguing back and forth in his mind. It was difficult just staying alive as it was; why could he be exempt from petty teenage problems in return for dealing with such mature issues?

"About last night…I've been wondering…why did you bother to save me? Me, of all people? Someone you apparently can't stand?" Puck once again decided to break the silence, turning to face the other with a sarcastic grin. Clopin blinked, surprised by the other yet again. Did he really come across as that cold-hearted to Puck?

"Puck…I…ah, if only you knew," Clopin shook his head tiredly. "If only you knew why I risked my skin for you…then you wouldn't be so quick to accuse me of hatred," the gypsy prince scowled, shifting roughly into a sitting position.

Puck, in turn, scowled, anger burning beneath his skin. Pushing up just as roughly from the ground, he returned the other's scowl, folding his arms across his chest in frustration. "Oh, forgive me. I guess I took your constant stalking and glaring at me in biology the wrong way, hmm?"

Clopin growled at the other's taunting, not appreciating Puck's sudden take on sarcasm. "Don't get snappy with me, mon ami. You don't want to piss me off," Clopin warned, a gloved hand reaching instantly for the dagger at his belt.

Puck narrowed his slanted eyes, not feeling threatened in the least. Now, he was finally getting the chance to let out all his transgressions against the gypsy. Puck was tired of all these ridiculous mixed messages, and he knew that if he had to deal with them much longer, then he wasn't going be able to hold his tongue. "Oh really now? Tell me, Clopin; what exactly are you going to do about it? Kill me? Fine, go ahead. You'll just be proving all the ones that talk about you right. About how you're a dirty son of a bitch that knifes anyone that looks at you wrong." Puck was breathing a bit harder, his anger escalating.

"Oh yeah? Well, you obviously believe too much of what you hear, my dear little salaud; I am not what they say I am. I suppose you're too busy dealing with all the pressures of wealth and fortune to find that out for yourself, hmm?"

Puck's glare intensified, and he clenched his fists, moving closer to the gypsy boy. "No, I'm too busy trying to walk on egg shells and keep from saying something that might make you snap back at me!"

"You know, I am getting really tired of that snarky attitude of yours," Clopin said, moving closer as well as he stared back angrily.

"Oh, like you're one to talk, Mister Everyting-Must-Be-Sarcastic!"

"Will you just…I wish there was some way to make you shut UP!"

"Well, why don't you make me then? I'd love to see you try!" They were practically yelling in each others' faces now, glaring into one another's eyes as they continued to lash out.

"Gladly!" Clopin said, taking the other boy's face in his hands roughly. Suddenly, the gypsy put their lips together, silencing the other for once as he stared on with wide, frightened eyes. After a mere two seconds, Clopin jerked back quickly, his own wide-eyed gaze matching that of Puck's.

"I…I'm sorry," he stuttered out, his face growing incredibly warm. Puck's did as well, though it was much more visible on the boy's pale skin.

With Clopin still holding him rather close, Puck said quietly, "Wh-Why are you sorry?" It had felt…nice, at least from Puck's perspective.

Clopin blinked in surprise at the other's response, unsure of how to answer. "B-Because I…made a mistake," he said, shaking his head slightly.

Puck felt the corner of his mouth pull up in a bit of a smirk. "Please…make a mistake again."

Clopin's eyes widened again, and he drew in a sharp breath. Still, he would be lying if he had said that he didn't want to try that again, and as Puck slowly started to inch foreword, the gypsy found himself guiding the other by his gloved hands against his smooth face. Puck tried to move more quickly than the other, and more aggressively, but Clopin held him back, whispering, "No…please, wait…" Gently, he touched their lips together again, keeping his moves slow and gentle.

Clopin was scared. Scared of loving Puck, scared of being found out, scared of, well, everything that came with being in a relationship with another boy. But the temptation to be with Puck had grown far to great for the gypsy to beat any longer; he had to let the other know how he felt.

Drawing back slowly, Clopin kept his face near the other's, looking cautiously into the other's eyes. "I…I can't stay away from you any longer."

"Then don't," Puck said simply, a faint blush still present on his face. Clopin sighed, looking down for a moment. If only things could be as simple as that…

Reaching a hand up to touch the other's face delicately, Puck whispered, "What are you afraid of?" When the gypsy did not reply, Puck spoke again. "Because, right now, I'm afraid of losing you."

Clopin smiled softly at that, pulling the other with him as he stretched out again on the grass below him. Looking deeply into the boy's striking blue eyes with his own warm brown ones, Clopin said softly, "And so the gypsy fell in love with the fae…"

Puck smiled back, returning the other's gaze with another soft blush. "What an annoying little fae."

Clopin smirked. "What a dense, gaudy excuse for a gypsy…"

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About three things Puck was absolutely certain. One, Clopin was a gypsy. Two, there was a group of people out to persecute him, and Puck didn't know how strong those people were, or whether or not they'd come after him too. And third, he was utterly, unconditionally, and perfectly in love with him.