Puck's Prose

[Garnar]

ok then.

[Puck]

Request for Clopin. ;D Clopin/Puck, post-marriage with their adopted daughter Janelle.

Married…With a Kid
The day that Puck and Clopin were married, they thought that nothing could possibly make them happier. They were proved wrong, however, the day they first took home their adopted daughter. She was so small and precious as a small child, and both tricksters were so taken aback by her, they often feared that they might break her with their reckless ways, as if she were their own perfect little porcelain doll.
As she grew older, they began to realize that she was not nearly as breakable as they’d imagined. Rather, she was a bit of a manifestation of the two put together, even though she was adopted. She held a great deal of her fathers’ sarcasm, for starters, though she seemed to hold the greater portion of Clopin’s personality in her person, along with many of his ability’s. Her magic was a bit...basic, to say the least, but she was trying, and that made Puck just as proud of her as Clopin. Her fighting skills were shaped rather nicely, though, thanks to influences from both her gypsy father and her “aunt” Taylor.
As she became a teenager, the tricksters still tried to show her the same level of affection as they had while she was growing up, even if things were a bit awkward, as neither knew what it was like to be a teenage girl going through certain “changes”. But, they cared for her, so they tried their best. Luckily for them, Janelle was a fairly well-tempered young lady, and was trying just as hard to make things easier on her fathers when growing up.
One of their simplest, most subtle, and frequent ways of showing affection was to merely sit together, the three of them, without saying a word. There was a couch in the living room of their little French home, and Clopin would usually sit down with a book or newspaper of some sort, resting his arm on the arm comfortably. Puck would then sit beside the other eventually, with a book of his own, or the remote in hand, and would casually lean against the other’s shoulder. Janelle would follow shortly behind, sitting at the far end of the couch to stretch out across her fathers’ legs, resting her head against Clopin’s legs and her back against Puck’s, reading something herself or listening to music quietly. And, they would sit like this, casually acknowledging each other with something other than words. This tradition they continued long after Janelle was a child, though they couldn’t really say that they had ever actually spoken about it out loud.
And then, Clopin would gently push the girl off his lap, stretching his arms overhead tiredly. Janelle would sit up, as would Puck, and eventually they’d untangle themselves and go their separate ways to ready themselves for bed. And Janelle would head off to her room, and Puck and Clopin to their own. And, things would usually go uneventful throughout the night.
Though there was one night, when Janelle was still very young, that they found the night to go rather unsmooth.
Puck and Clopin were sleeping as they normally were; facing each other, their opposite arms placed on the other’s shoulder comfortably, when suddenly at the foot of the bed, they felt something moving. Each waking up rather quickly, they were surprised to see a whimpering Janelle attempting to crawl in between them, little tears staining her tan face.
“Jay, what’s wrong?” Clopin asked, concern in his voice. He was answered with the heavy crash of thunder outside, and the panicked duck of the little girl into the many covers of the bed. Pulling her into his arms, the gypsy made smiled softly, rocking her back and forth gently as the thunder roared.
Puck placed a caring hand on her back, sitting up to be level with the other two on the bed. Leaning in to peer into her small face that was buried in Clopin's shirt, Puck whispered, "My little one, are you frightened of the thunder?"
The girl nodded, jumping as another cloud crashed overhead. Puck shook his head slightly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she continued to hang tightly to her other father.
Thinking for a moment, Puck finally said again, "You know, when I was your age, all those centuries ago, I was terribly frightened of it as well, because I knew just what it was. It's my father clapping, far, far off in the distance." Puck paused at this, smirking slightly at the girl's intrigued expression. "But you know, I stopped being afraid. And you know why?" As Jay shook her head, Puck smiled before continuing on. "Because, the rain that comes afterwards…is just my mother making him cry for making so much racket."
Janelle gave a tentative laugh, her father's words making her able to forget the storm for a moment. However, the moment the thunder crashed once again, she jumped in surprise, her fear returning. Clopin pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head comfortingly. "Ma belle petite fille, would you like to sleep with us tonight?' Jay nodded quickly, and Clopin smiled, settling her down beside them in the covers and tucking her in. Puck helped as well, laying down next to them with a tired sigh and resting an arm around her little shoulder.
Clopin did the same, and softly, began to hum a little melody, and the girl gave a satisfied sigh as she curled closer to the two.
"Little child, be not afraid
though storm clouds mask your beloved moon
and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight…"
Clopin sang softly, rubbing his daughter's back comfortingly as she slowly began to fall asleep, whispering to her until at last her tired eyes shut contently. Sighing, Clopin looked at the sleeping girl with a nice little smile on his face, turning his eyes to Puck, who was doing the same. Their eyes met, and the two parents smiled at each other a moment before each gently kissing the little girl in between them goodnight, and then at last, they fell asleep.
And there they were, the perfect little family, all wrapped up together under blankets. And they couldn't possibly be happier…
…well, unless of course there was the possibility of grandchildren...

[Red]

I. Loved. That.

I would fangirl squeal, but the last time I did that about Mass Effect 3 it was banned from the house.

[Clopin]

I fangirl squealed, and smiled like an idiot. That was possibly the most adorable thing ever.

AND STOP BEING A MIND READER. DEAR GOD, WE HAVEN'T EVEN KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR THAT LONG, AND YOU KNOW MY FEAR OF THUNDER?! XD

[Puck]

luke XDD Thank you so much! I didn't really know how this one was gonna turn out...but it makes me really glad to know that you liked it!

Clopin XDDD REALLY?! Oh my gosh...I was just going out on a limb there! I figured that you might have been as a kid or something, or that you weren't and I was gonna be told otherwise. XP
But I'm so glad that you liked it!

[Puck]

Gah, what is wrong with me?! I think I'm going to explode if I don't start writing more!!!

And recently, I've just been listening to songs in my Itunes and writing what comes to mind with them. X3

This was written to Matt White's "Best Days"...and, more will probably be written from it. I can't help it, it's a good song!

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Lazy Afternoons[/size]

"Would you please stop messing with my hair?"
"Hmm, let me think about it…no."

Puck chuckled at Clopin's annoyed expression, continuing to fiddle with the gypsy prince's dark locks. Clopin was currently stretched out across the grass, resting his head contently in Puck's lap, who had taken to running his slender fingers repeatedly through the other's hair.

Clopin glanced up at the other as he did this, rolling his eyes at Puck's intrigued expression. Just what did he find so interesting about his hair, other than the fact that it still needed to be washed from the previous day? "Oh, come now, Puck…please, I never mess with your hair. And it's much more long and tempting that mine will ever be. Just what do you find so fascinating about it?"

Puck tilted his head to the side, looking down at Clopin's upside-down face. Smiling, he shook his head, holding the other closer a moment before answering, "Honestly…nothing. I just like to mess with you."

Clopin snorted, giving a half-turned grin to the other. "Oh, you. Well, I suppose that that's a better answer than saying that I have lice, or some other terrible thing of that nature."

The two boys laughed, looking down and up at each other with smiles in their eyes. From their place below the large oak in the courtyard, they were completely shaded from the views of onlookers, and were free to do and talk as they'd like, something they liked to take full advantage of when they got the chance.

Puck finally removed his hands from Clopin's hair, deciding instead to place them along the sides of the other's face. Smiling happily again, Puck said softly, "See, that's the point. If you did, I would know about it. That's how I want things to be, and that's why I like messing with your hair. It makes it feel like…like I know every square inch of you, and that makes you even more mine, because…I want to know you better, Clopin." Puck smiled sheepishly, his confession bringing a familiar pinkness to his cheeks.

Clopin raised an eyebrow at the other. Okay, with anyone else, Clopin would have to admit….this would have made Clopin extremely uncomfortable. But Clopin knew Puck well enough to know that anything he said was all from a childish perspective. Puck simply wanted to know as much as possible about the one he was in love with, and Clopin could admit that he did as well.

Now that he thought about it, Clopin thought it was sort of…sweet.

Reaching an arm behind his head, Clopin ran his thumb along Puck's forehead teasingly. "But you already do, mon amour. I'm not an entirely deep person."

They each laughed once more, and Puck bent down, gently kissing the other's forehead.

"God, I love you so much…"

[Garnar]

aww it's so cute! i just love those types of fics

[Tinkerbell]

Thank you! ;D Don't worry, you can expect more!

[Taylor]

That was adorablee!

[Tinkerbell]

Thank you!!! ;D

[Puck]

Alright, I don't know if anyone's notice in my posting, but lately, I have been very stressed out. School work, difficult family and friend situations, etc etc have all been factors as of late, and I'm just really tired and sick on top of that. And, I've been hoping to get some RPing done to take my mind off of it, but….well, the site's not been all that active as of late, and what with my bad mood and all, I guess I've been taking that harder than I need to here lately.
So, sorry if I've been a five-letter-word to you as of late. Here's some vent fanfiction to make up for it. I was listening to "Hero" by Enrique Inglesias, and, while that song is MUCH better suited to Clopelle, it was fitting for this Clopuck fix, in my opinion.

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Shoulder To Cry On[/size]

Puck stared blankly at the cell phone in his hand, unblinking as he watched it fall to the floor. Not bending to pick it up, he remained in the same position, wearing the same shell-shocked expression as when he held it in his hand and put it to his ear. Whatever the person on the other end had told him obviously had hit the trickster rather hard, and he was having trouble registering what they'd said to be true.

Puck had been sitting on the edge of his bed when he received the call, growing steadily nervous with each second on the phone. It was a call from Coyote, and what he'd had to say wasn't pretty. In fact, Puck didn't know exactly how to react to it at the moment. So, he just sat there, confused and wide-eyed.

Suddenly, the door to Puck's room opened, coming in with it a familiar individual, who just happened to be Puck's boyfriend. "Hey, Puck, did you catch what that impossible English teacher was asking us to do for-"

Clopin stopped abruptly when he caught sight of the other's expression. Frowning worriedly, Clopin took a few steps towards the bed, placing a hand on Puck's should in concern.

"Puck…what's wrong? Are you alright?" Clopin asked, looking into the other's pale blue eyes. Noticing the phone at Puck's feet, the gypsy frowned for an instant. Had the boy…dropped it? If so, why wasn't he picking it up?

Puck shook his head at the other's question, the sickening dread from before coming once again into the pit of Puck's stomach. Clopin's frown deepened, and, putting one hand on top of the other's, he continued.

"Mon amour…if something is troubling you, then please tell me."

Puck swallowed once, at last fully meeting Clopin's deep brown gaze. HIs own blue eyes were filled with worry and, what looked like…fear. Shaking his head, he answered slowly.

"I-I just got a call from my brother….Coyote said…the doctors don't…." Puck sighed, knowing that nothing he was saying made any sense. "Raven's in the hospital. He was in some sort of…motorcycle accident, and…they don't think he'll make it. They've got him hooked up on life support, and…" Puck looked back up at Clopin, the worry and fear in his gaze doubling as he spoke.

Clopin blinked at Puck's explanation, concern filling his face, along with worry for the boy and his family. "Do you…do we, need to fly out and see him?"

Puck slowly shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor. "They don't…Oberon and Titania…they don't want me there."

Clopin's eyes widened. One of their sons was in the hospital, possibly close to dying, and…they wouldn't let Puck come to see him? The gypsy could never imagine such treatment from any parent towards their child.

Glancing back at Puck, whose head was turned towards his lap, Clopin felt a twinge of surprise as he saw that the other's shoulders were shaking. Instantly, Clopin wrapped the Puck in a hug, pressing Puck's face into his shoulder in an effort to contain the other's tears.

"Puck, I…" Clopin shook his head, unsure of what to say. Gently moving beside the boy on the bed, Clopin continued to let Puck cry, though he had to admit that he was a bit uncomfortable about it. Puck had never cried like this before, as he wasn't one for crying anyway, and the gypsy was suddenly very worried about how Puck was going to take all this if the feared ending situation were to take place with Puck's brother. "…it's alright."

"N-No, it's not," Puck said through his tears, angrily balling his hands into fists as he continued to bury his face in Clopin's shoulder. "I-I know that, that I didn't act so much like I cared about them, when we went to Avalon for the holidays, but….I…I don't know what I'll do without either of them," Puck insisted, referring regretfully to his brothers.

Clopin held Puck tighter, leaning back against the pillows of the boy's bed. Drawing the other closer to him, Clopin leaned his chin against Puck's forehead comfortingly, gently rubbing the other's shoulder as well. His face was serious, his main thoughts centered around Puck's feelings at the moment. He had no idea if, or how, he could possibly make this better, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.

"Sh, shhh," he whispered. "I know, I know." Clopin allowed the other to continue with his lamenting a while longer, until at last Puck had grown silent, the dried tears still present on his face as he rested against the gypsy's chest.

He wasn't done. He was no where near done being sad about this. But Puck could admit that Clopin had definitely made him feel somewhat better, just letting him cry like that, and now, Puck felt a little sheepish.

"Uh…sorry that I….did…all that," Puck muttered, keeping his arms around Clopin in slight embarrassment.

Clopin shook his head, faintly smiling. "Nonsense. Don't worry about it. It was understandable, especially in a situation like yours," Clopin said softly. Holding the other's chin, he pulled Puck closer, looking seriously into the other's eyes.

"Anytime you need a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there. Just come and find me, and you can do all the crying you need."

Puck blinked as he stared back at Clopin, nodding to what the other said solemnly. Their lips briefly touched, and then, Puck laid his head down on Clopin's chest yet again, deciding to close his eyes now, and hope for a better tomorrow.

But, if one would not come, then he always had Clopin to turn to.

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[Taylor]

I'm so sorry about everything. I've had my fair share of tough times, even now. XC And you haven't been acting differently as of late, from what I've observed.
The story almost made me cry though. D: It was well-written, for all the emotion it has.
-hug-

[Puck]

It's alright. Thank you very much. It's good to know that I haven't been acting bad to anyone, though, at least. XD

[Vriska Serket]

Yes, that's always good to know. XD

[Puck]

I'm sorry...I write Clopuck stuff waaay too much, I know. I'll probably end up making myself sick off this pairing, or make everyone else sick of it, if i haven't already. Next fic will be of something else, I promise.
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Kids in Love

Plink.
Plink.
Plank

"Puck!" Clopin whispered as loudly as he could mange, pausing from throwing another rock towards the other's bedroom window.

"Hmm? Wha-? Hang on, hang on, I'm coming…"

Clopin held his breath from his place on the ground below, waiting anxiously for the one he'd been calling to open his bedroom window. When at last he did, Clopin blinked in surprise. Wow. Even in his present state, the gypsy had to admit…Puck was certainly a sight to behold, at least in his eyes.

"What is it?" Puck asked, confused, as he rubbed the still-present sleep from is eyes tiredly. He was dressed in some loose-fitting pajamas that hung lightly over his slender frame, which were obviously bought for their comfort and not their appearance. And, Puck's hair had certainly seen better days…not that he really cared, to be honest.

"I…I just had to come and see you," Clopin called up quietly, trying to prevent himself from being heard. Heaven forbid if one of Puck's siblings were to hear them, much less his parents.

Puck raised an eyebrow, leaning on the window sill sleepily. Well, that was…unexpected, even for Clopin. "…Ah, I see," he said finally. "Do you….do you wanna come in, or something?"

Clopin shook his head, a faint sheepish grin appearing on his face. "Actually, I was hoping that you wouldn't mind…coming down here?"

Puck blinked, straightening up at the question. He hesitated for a moment, as though he were about to say no, but then sighed, and nodded back down at the gypsy. "Sure. I'll be down in just a second."

Clopin smiled as the other disappeared, and a few minutes later, Puck was sneaking out the back door, his pajamas replaced by a well-worn t-shirt and jeans. Clopin himself was dressed similarly, and as Puck made his way over, the gypsy happily embraced the other, a little summer breeze rustling their hair as he did so.

“I missed you,” Clopin whispered, breathing in the scent of the other’s long, white hair. Puck smiled, hugging the other a bit tighter. It amused him how dramatic his boyfriend could be at times.

“I missed you, too,” he whispered back, snickering lightly as he touched his forehead to the other’s. “Those five hours since I’ve talked to you have been just torture.”

Clopin gave a snort, and rolled his eyes. Could he really help it if he was overly dramatic? He was in charge of the drama department, after all. Besides, he thought to himself, talking over the phone isn’t nearly the same as this.

Leaning towards one another, the two boy’s shared a gentle kiss, smiling as they pulled apart.

“Let’s go,” Puck whispered, and they took off, running towards the one place where they might be alone.

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It was their place. Their own, private place that no one else knew about...well, no one they knew, anyway. The empty beer cans and cigarette butts suggested otherwise for the former. The secluded area on top of a hill overlooking the city had become their hiding place for whenever they needed to escape the heavy pressures of the world down below. Now was one of those times.

Here, they could talk about whatever they wished, without fear of outsiders hearing or knowing about it. They often told each other secrets, things they’d never tell anyone else for worry of it being told to someone else. But they knew they could trust one another, if no one else.

And sometimes, like now, they’d just lay back upon the grass and stare up at the stars, merely enjoying one another’s company. Puck was resting his head against Clopin’s chest, who had his arm wrapped around Puck’s shoulder, a common position of theirs.

“...do you remember the first time we came up here?” Puck asked quietly, smiling.

“Hmm?” Clopin grinned. “Why, yes, in fact I do. And I also remember how nervous you were as well. I thought you were going to have a stroke when I first kissed you,” the gypsy chuckled.

Puck gave the other a look, but couldn’t help it when another smile wanted to crack across his face.

“Now, riddle me this...do you remember...our other ‘first time’ up here?” Clopin asked tentatively, biting his lip sheepishly as he glanced down at the other. As he expected, Puck gave a small blush, but still smiled as he gave a nod in response.

“And how could I forget that?” The boy laughed quietly, scooting closer to the gypsy along the grass. “For one thing, I had misquito bites for a week, in places I’d never even thought of before.”

“Well, which would you have preferred, good sir?” Clopin laughed, turning on his side to look at Puck. “To deal with the misquitos, or have waited til winter and have had frostbite to worry about?”

The boys laughed for a moment, moving closer together under the stars. For the moment, they had completely forgotten about the rest of their lives, intent on only focusing on each other. They had their eyes closed now, as though they were about to fall asleep, and...well, in all honesty, they were. It was nearly midnight, and they had school tomorrow, something they would both be dreading soon.

Propping himself up on one elbow, Clopin smiled down at Puck, trying not to grab the other’s attention as he rummaged for something in his pocket. When at last he’d found it, Puck was already propped up as well, looking at Clopin’s hidden hand curiously. Nervous though he was, Clopin gave the other a smile as he held out a small box in his hand.

“Look, I know that you’re not into this sort of thing, and....well, I actually think it’s a bit silly myself, and I certainly don’t expect you to feel any obligation because of it....” Clopin spoke in a rush, rubbing the back of his neck as he held the box out closer to a very confused Puck. Sighing, the gypsy opened it to reveal a golden class ring, fitted perfectly for a certain white-haired boyfriend of his.

“Puck...I...really care about you. More than I’ve ever cared for anything or anyone else,” Clopin admitted, his tan skin pinkening slightly. “And, I want you to have this. You don’t have to wear it, if you don’t want to...and, like I said, I don’t expect you to necessarily uphold it, but....I’m asking you. Would you except my promise ring?” Clopin bit his lip once again, holding the ring out for Puck to (hopefully!)take.

Puck stared in surprise for a moment, eyes darting back and forth from the ring to Clopin. It had obviously cost a lot of money, and there was no telling just how long Clopin had had to save up for it. But that wasn’t the reason for what Puck did next. Slowly, the boy took the ring in his hand, sliding it onto his ring finger carefully. Puck examined it, as though testing to see if he liked the look of it on his hand....and then kissed the gypsy profoundly on the lips.

As he pulled away, Puck could only smile at the bewildered look in Clopin’s eyes. “I love you.”

Clopin blinked, staring deeply into Puck’s eyes as his face started to pull into a smile, and he kissed the other yet again, happily caressing the other’s face. “Thank you, Puck. God, you have no idea how nervous I was to do that!” he laughed, sighing as though a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. “I would have given it to you sooner, but I wanted to get it engraved, and that costed a little extra.”

Puck looked down at the ring again, a smile beginning to creep over his face as he read the etched in writing. Pour mon amour.
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