Puck's Prose

[Puck]

Yay! I was hoping that I got him down alright. X3
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it~!

[Puck]

A Pretty Good Chance

It was early in the afternoon one day that Clopin was so fortunate to have Puck save him from what otherwise would have proved to be a very dull evening of studying.
The gypsy was positively bored out of his mind before the young fae stumbled along, casually opening the door to his Silvershadow dorm without much of a second thought, and then walking briskly over to the other boy's desk. He was currently in the middle of some dreary homework before, smiling mischievously, Puck wrapped the other in a hug from behind, wasting no time in showering his lover with affection, beginning to gently kiss the other's face and neck. Clopin was a bit surprised, but in no way was he ready to complain. Puck rarely came around so easily when it came to this sort of thing, usually needing to be eased into it after some conversation, and the gypsy was not going to waste this chance. Nevertheless, it did strike him as a bit odd, an opinion which he chose to voice.
"Mhmm…well, hello to you as well, Puck," Clopin laughed softly, twirling his pencil in his fingers absentmindedly as Puck continued to plant kisses along his neck. "You certainly seem to be feeling…'frisky' today."
At this, Puck had to pull back and chuckle, turning the gypsy to face him in his chair. As he did this, he lowered himself into a sitting position onto the gypsy's lap, a coy, flirtatious look in his eye when at last he spoke.
"Like the poet says, love; a kiss is the upper persuasion for a lower invasi-"
Puck scarcely had time to breathe before he found Clopin's lips upon his own again, pressing and prying with a hungry determination. The fae responded back eagerly, wrapping his arms and legs around the other as he rose to carry Puck with him onto the bed. Soon, there was French kissing, sheet twisting, fist clenching, and limb bending happening together all at once in a mixed up confusion of heated affection.
When they were all done, each trickster was left panting softly against the pillows, neither one bothering to find their clothes again. What did it matter, anyway? They'd most likely be here for yet awhile longer, as they were both pretty tired and wished to rest.
Rolling over across the bed, Clopin pulled himself against Puck's chest, an unfamiliar but nonetheless welcome gesture. Grinning, the gypsy turned to look up at Puck lovingly, kissing's the other's chest softly as that was the only thing he could reach at the moment. Puck grinned back, snuggling closer to the gypsy beneath the thin sheets of his bed.
"So…got a quote for this, Puck?" Clopin smirked, laughing tiredly against the other's chest. Glancing up at the fae, the gypsy smiled to see him assume an expression of deep thought, seriously trying to access something from deep within the vaults of his memory.
"Hmm…let me see. A kiss is a lovely trick-no, that won't do. Love is….where there is….ah, I got nothing," Puck laughed, shaking his head apologetically for the other.
Clopin laughed as well, resting his head further up the other boy's chest. "Well, I do. Vive l'amour!" Clopin said heartily, his accent curling momentarily around every syllable. Puck smiled once more, a bit wide-eyed and distracted once again, much like before. The sight made Clopin grin once more, and he leaned his face closer to Puck's chest, running his hands over the smooth, pale skin as well.
"Puck…your skin, it's…" Clopin laughed. "So…smooth. You're completely…hairless," the gypsy laughed a bit harder at the revelation, even more so when catching a glimpse of Puck's red face.
"Yes…I mean, shut up. It's not as bad as you. You've got a bit off…hair growing there," Puck insisted, running his hand over Clopin's own chest. Wrinkling his nose mischievously, Puck added, "It scratches my face when we're sleeping."
Clopin rolled his eyes playfully, still content with running his hands over the smooth surface of Puck's upper torso. Puck watched him doing this, and raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes at the other's childishness. Pulling the gypsy up closer to his face, Puck teasingly poked the other in the stomach. "And, not to sound critical love, but….you seem to be getting a bit of a muffin top as well."
Clopin's eyes widened slightly, and he blushed, glancing down at his stomach self-consciously. Frowning worriedly, he looked back up at the other with such an adorably upset expression that it made Puck's heart ache just a bit to see it.
"I am?"
Puck couldn't help it. He laughed, shaking his head as he stared down into the other's face. "No, no…don't worry about it. I was teasing. Besides, even if you do, I still think you look…sexy," Puck said, blushing slightly.
Clopin grinned, secretly a bit relieved as he scooted closer to the other. "And I should say the same to you, mon mignon petit fae," the gypsy teased, kissing the end of Puck's nose in a childish, gentle way. The boy giggled in response, as Clopin knew he would, which only made him blush deeper, much to the enjoyment of Clopin.
"You know…I really do think I love you," Clopin sighed, propping himself up on one elbow. Puck smiled, resting his head against the other's shoulder.
"Think we've got a chance?" He asked, raising an eyebrow up at the other.
"Yeah…yeah, I think we've got a pretty good chance…hell, let's go again."

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X3 Hehe, useless dribble is useless. Look, the topic of Clopin's, erm, love handles had to be brushed at some point. But of course Puck doesn't care. Because Clopin is always going to be his sexy little source of entertainment, muffin top or not. XP So yeah. Not much point to this...I just needed something to get through this art block I seem to be having.

[Taylor]

XDDD
I love this. Maybe Taylor or Vriska'll force him into exercising. XD

[Puck]

XDDD Thank you. Poor Clopin...that would be hilarious. XD

[Puck]

Been wanting to do this for awhile...here's my interpretation of how Puck and Clopin came to adopt Janelle. XDDD This will be a short little fanfic composed of a couple chapters, hope you guys like. And don't worry, I plan on finishing all the other little fanfics I started too.
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Walking Hearts
Chapter 1

Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone

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Something was missing in the tricksters' lives. They knew not what, however, and that seemed to be their major problem. They were married now; lived in a nice little home together that wasn't too far from their friends, and they were even immortal, for crying out loud. All in all, they had a pretty satisfactory life, to say the least. But still something was missing.

Perhaps they had just gotten bored with life. After all, things had relatively died down in terms of excitement for the two men, each of them having settled down to be with each other. So, they tried going on various vacations together. But not just any kind of vacations. Each being the adventurous type, they'd gone flying through dangerous caverns in many distant lands, searching for something fun and interesting to do.

They'd tried secluding themselves from the rest of the world, thinking that the pressures of society might be getting to them. They'd even tried staying away from each other for a short time, but each found that to be even worse and more dull than their original problem.
But what was it? If it wasn't boredom with themselves, the rest of the world, or their surroundings, then what was it? They needed something….and whatever it was, it was beginning to eat away at them, bit by bit.

The answer, of course, didn't come to them right away. No, that would have been far too easy, and probably wouldn't have brought the same result in the grand scheme of things. It came to them over the course of many days, in many forms of, big surprise….advertising.

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"Tune in next week to hear Karen say, 'I'm having a baby!'"

"I think I'll pass," Puck said drily, lazily reaching up his arm to change the channel. Clopin breathed a sigh of relief at the other's channel flipping, comfortably resting his arm around the other's shoulder in the chair they were sharing. Very little of what was on TV was to their interest, resulting in the couple to absentmindedly change the channels every five seconds.

"Honestly, I don't see how soap operas can make so many aimless storylines out of childbirth," Puck rolled his eyes, sighing irritably when the next channel turned out to be a commercial for diapers. Clopin raised an eyebrow at the other, but said nothing, giving a small shrug at what the other had to say.

"Well, it makes for interesting plot twists, drama, and generally causes tears in some way or another. And, that always makes good TV," the gypsy laughed, leaning his head against the other's shoulder.

"Mhm," Puck grumbled a bit, continuing to change the channels. Stumbling across a teenage musical number, Clopin nearly forced him to stop, recognizing the show to be one of his liking.
Puck stared at the other for a moment, and was met with an embarrassed blush and an eyeroll.

"Really?"

"It's…it's entertaining, okay?" Clopin defended, motioning to the screen. "It's a pretty decent description of high school life, and the kids sing some of my favorite musical numbers."

Puck held back a laugh at the other, smirking as he leaned back to watch. Oh well…at least it didn't have…

"Quinn…are you sure you want to give her up?"

"Arghh!!!" Puck cried out in frustration, bringing his face to his palm as the screen soon filled with the image of a teen mother and her newly born baby. "Is there nothing left untouched by the stain of this trend?!"

"Puck…what the-? What is with you?" Clopin asked suddenly, turning to look at the other in confused surprised. "Why are you getting so upset over this? It's just a TV show."

"Because…because they overdramatize this! They make everything seem like parenthood is the only thing worth waiting for in life!" Puck said angrily, holding his arms out in front of him in a frustrated gesture. "If that wasn't enough, they just love to rub the whole thing in our faces! I can't stand it!"

"Rub it in our faces?" Clopin questioned, even more confused now. "Puck…I don't understand…"

Puck sighed heavily, leaning back tiredly in the chair. With his arm laying against the side of the chair, he rested his forehead in his palm, a look of anger and bitterness to his face.

"They have to control everything and make parenthood seem like the greatest thing since bloody Oberon, and then they have the nerve to shove it in our faces at every passing second!" Puck sighed, looking back at the other sadly. "When we can't even have children. We couldn't if we wanted to…I can't give you a child. And they make us feel jealous of that. Ashamed, even."
Puck looked away, both a bit embarrassed and upset about his outburst. Clopin could only stare at the elf in near shock, the notions coming as a complete surprise to the gypsy. A child? Did the other want to have…a child? Of course they couldn't really have one of their own; even magic had its limits. But, maybe they could at least…

Wait, what was he saying? Since when had Clopin wanted to be a father? He hadn't really had the chance to experience true parentage as a child, being orphaned at such a young age. He didn't know the first thing about parenthood!

But then again…who really did, until they became a parent themselves?

It took the gypsy a minute longer to think about what he as about to say, but eventually, he cleared his throat, turning back to face his husband.

"Puck…" the gypsy king began, swallowing nervously. "…do you…want to have a child?"

Puck looked back up at the question, wide-eyed and shocked. He hadn't meant to sound like he…actually wanted one…but he supposed it must have sounded like it. Did he really want to…do that? The unbelievable responsibility it would bring, the complications and stress, and the worry and unknown terrors that a child could bring…it was just too much for the Puck to try and consider all at once.

"I…I don't know," he said uncertainly, mumbling a bit. "Do…you want one?"

"I'm asking you. You're the one who brought it up."

"Well, I don't know!" Puck said suddenly, his tone sounding nervous and uncomfortable. "I…I don't know. I mean, a kid would be…fun, I guess, but…we don't know the first thing about parenting! We haven't barely been married a year!" The elf sat back with a heavy sigh, putting a hand to his forehead in a combination of worry and disbelief.

Each of the tricksters sat back, thinking. Could they really handle a child? It would definitely be a change…they were just now getting used to finally living alone together, after all. A kid could drastically change all that. And a child was a permanent fixture in their lives, they knew this well.

But…then again…both Puck and Clopin adored children. Clopin had had Esmeralda, while Puck had had Alexander. But they were both all grown up now. Neither of the tricksters could say that they would mind going through all that again, especially now that they could do it together.
Each coming to a realization of this at about the same time, they slowly turned to face each other, their faces uncharacteristically serious.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean…I don't want you to feel obligated for my sake or anything," Puck said, looking away for a moment.

"I…yes. Yes I am, Puck," Clopin nodded after a moment. "And I'm not just doing it for you. I would very much like to be a father, especially if it's with you."

The two looked back at each other, breaking into soft, small smiles. "So…I guess we're…having a baby?" Puck said tentatively, laughing a bit nervously at the whole situation.

"I…I guess so. Wait, an adopted baby, right?" Clopin replied teasingly, raising an eyebrow at the other.

Puck reddened, rolling his eyes at the other with a smirk. "No, I mean we'll get Taylor to turn me into a chick again. You know what I meant!" He laughed, putting his arms around the other's shoulders. Clopin only smiled, pulling the other closer.

"You'll be a really great dad, Clopin," Puck murmured, smiling into the other's chest. Clopin gave a small beam at that, gently stroking the other's back.

"Thank you, mon amour. And you'll make a terrific…" Clopin bit his lip, considering having a bit of fun with the other, but catching Puck's warning look, revised his decision. "…father as well. I love you, Puck."

Smiling, the fae leaned forward to kiss the gypsy. "And I love you, Clopin. But…I think I might love you just a little bit more now."
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[Dr. Facilier]

And thus has entered Jay into the lives of these two men!
So that's how they dicussed it! Great stuff!

[Clopin]

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
Words can't express how much I love all this. Seriously now, I love YOU, for God's sake! WHY ARE YOU SO NICE TO ME? (not that I don't love it, lol.) But I feel bad, because I never find enough time to make you anything! D:

[Puck]

@facilier I'm glad you liked it! I figured that they'd probably be a little awkward about the decision, to be honest. XD

Clopin Pffft, d'awwloveyoutoo. X"3 Really, it's no big deal! I get that you've got a lot of important stuff going on, and real life always comes first. I'm just glad that you enjoy this stuff!

[Clopin]

I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER.
/watchesthreadlikeahawk

[Puck]

Walking Hearts
Chapter 2

"You're doing what?!"

Puck and Clopin glanced at one another from the corner of their eyes, each a bit surprised at the reaction of their friends to their announcement. Well, that was a great confidence booster. Apparently their own friends found it absolutely unimaginable that they wanted to be parents. Lovely.

"We appreciate your enthusiastic support," Puck said dryly, narrowing his eyes at the members of their audience, which consisted of Taylor, Bob, the Warden, and Grell. This being their "immediate family" of sorts, the couple had decided to invite them over and tell them before anyone else.

"Puck is right…honestly, what's so unbelievable about the two of us having a child?" Clopin asked with a frown, folding his arms across his chest.

"We're not saying that it's 'unbelievable', honest," the Warden insisted, waving his cane out in front of him. "It's just a little…shocking, is all."

"I think it's just wonderful, y'all!" Bob whinnied, tapping his hoofs against the ground with a large smile. "Oh, y'all 'll look so cute with y'all's little baby to carry around…"

"Oh…my…gosh," Taylor said from her place in her chair, covering her the large grin on her face a bit unsuccessfully. "You two…omigosh that is so freakin' ADORABLE," the girl finally said, bursting into a fit of uncharacteristic giggles. "Can I be, like, its aunt? Please, you guys HAVE to tell the kid that I'm their aunt!"

Puck and Clopin glanced at one another at this, smirking a little at Taylor's outburst. Grell didn't give the two a chance to speak, rushing up suddenly to Puck's side. Wearing a large, pointed grin, the shinigami gushed, practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Ooh, Puck~! I'm just so happy for you both!" The shinigami squealed, wrapping the fae in a hug. "Oh, if only you were a girl…you would were the glow of motherhood so becomingly," Grell sighed, still smiling as he placed a hand on Puck's stomach.

The elf's face went bright pink, his eyebrows raising in alarm at Grell's action. A moment later, and Grell was sprawled out on the floor, suffering a lightly bleeding nose as Puck rubbed at his knuckles.

"Don't… Puck gritted his teeth, scowling down at the shinigami. "Ever say anything like that ever again." The others couldn't help but laugh, though Clopin had a bit of a pained expression on his face as he did. Both he and Puck were rather uncomfortable with "mommy" jokes, though they were very sure that there would be plenty made about the two of them.

"Splendiforous! So, do you have all the details worked out, or have you just now decided on all this?" The Warden asked curiously, still giggling a little from before.

Puck and Clopin glanced at one another for a moment, the Clopin spoke. "We're looking at adoption agencies now…we found one yesterday that actually didn't have a problem with the child having two fathers," the gypsy rolled his eyes, frowning slightly.

"Are y'all lookin' for a little girl, or a little boy?" Bob asked, moving closer. The tricksters smiled, Clopin putting an arm around Puck's shoulder lovingly.

"We're actually thinking about a girl," he smiled, meeting eyes with Puck for a moment. "We thought that Taylor would at least have fun with her, if nothing else."

"Actually, in the beginning, we were looking for a boy, but then we realized that if we wanted to unleash terror on the world, then it would just be easier to unleash the Beast," Puck snorted, laughing. A boy raised by the two tricksters would most likely cause more trouble than even they themselves could handle. A girl would be much more easy to deal with….right?

"I'm just….ugh, this is too much," Taylor sighed, smiling as she stared at the two soon-to-be fathers. "You two are going to be…well, you're going to be interesting parents, no doubt about that. At least you'll have me to help you out," she teased, winking.

Puck and Clopin spoke a dual "hey" at this, a bit annoyed at the implication that they wouldn't be able to handle parenting, but still laughed. Things were looking so perfect now, what with all their friends happy for them and excited to meet the little terror. It was looking to be an interesting experience indeed.

Once everyone had gone back to their own homes, Puck and Clopin smiled to one another, pleased with how the evening had gone. Leaning in to kiss one another, Clopin pulled apart after a moment.

"Mhmm, mon amour, would you mind getting me the phone? I'd like to call my sister."

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[Taylor]

I LOVED this chapter! I seriously can't wait to see what happens when they do adopt her. XD

[The Trickster]

ooooooooooooh this is getting good! Keep at it!

[Puck]

Thanks, guys!
I think I'm going to have fun writing about them taking care of a little baby. X3

[The Trickster]

Do that and I'll love you for a whole lifetime............. put a cameo of trickster or facilier and I'll love you more than that but hey it's your fic

[Puck]

Walking Hearts
Chapter 3

"Oh, Clopin! Are you serious?" The gypsy woman laughed over the end of the phone, a wide smile forming over her face. Her brother merely smiled over the other end, nodding despite the fact that she could not see it.

"Would I lie? Yes, Esmeralda, you are going to be an aunt. In…Puck, what did the agency say?" Clopin paused, turning to look at Puck across the room, who was preparing dinner.

The fae stopped for a moment, frowning as he tried to figure the number of months in his head. "Well, let's see…they called not too long ago. They said it would take about two months to select a child, three to get the paperwork filled out, another two to get the paperwork approved, and two more to get her here and paid for. So…nine months?"

Clopin smiled, nodding at the other. "Right. In about nine months, Esme." The gypsy paused for a moment, confused by the sound of laughter at the other end of the line.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Esmeralda said, continuing to laugh on the other end of the line. "It took about that long for Zephyr to get here, too."

Clopin's face reddened, his eyebrows lowering in a scowl. "You…shut up. Just because you're all grown up doesn't mean that I can't still punish you, little girl!"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. Bye, Clopin. Je t'aime." The man could almost see the gypsy woman smiling lovingly over the phone.

"Adieu, ma petite sour. Je t'aime," Clopin smiled back, hanging up the phone. Turning back to face Puck, the gypsy smirked when he saw that the other was now facing completely away from him, in an effort to hide the blush that his ears were exposing.

"Oh, did my dear sister embarrass you, Puck?" Clopin teased, stepping closer to the fae. Puck said nothing, continuing to chop the vegetables he was making ready. His blush flared up again, and he frowned, trying to hide it.

"Don't you have better things to do than stand around annoying me all night? I've got to get these in the oven," Puck said irritably, refusing to turn around. He was surprised, however, when he next felt a pair of hands slipping around his midsection and pulling him into a hug.

"According to everyone else, you've already got something in the oven," Clopin laughed softly, speaking into the other's ear. He slowly circled his hands around Puck's stomach, smirking a little as the fae gave another irritated blush.

"You know…since it's pretty much a done deal that we're getting this baby in nine months, what do you say we…make it official for ourselves?" The gypsy gave a coy smirk, kissing the other's ear suggestively.

Puck raised an eyebrow, a little of his anger melting at his husband's hinting tone. Smirking, he turned around to face the other man, wrapping his arms around Clopin's neck.

"Really now? After all that teasing, you really expect me to…" Puck sighed, shaking his head with a small grin. "Oh, fine. She does have to have a conceiving date, doesn't she?"

Clopin smirked, pulling Puck closer. "Well, she's sort of got one of those already, Puck…without our help."

Puck narrowed his eyes at the other, pulling him forward by the collar. Giving him a dry expression, he said snarkily, "Look, do you wanna get laid tonight or not?"

Clopin instantly shut his mouth, nodding quickly in compliance with his husband. The fae then kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately as Clopin wrapped his arms further around him.

"Did you…bring something?" Puck whispered breathily, pulling back for a moment with a teasing look in his eye.

Clopin smirked at the other's acting, shaking his head quickly. "No…"

"Well..don't worry about it. What's the worst that could happen?" Puck laughed quietly, pulling the other back into a deep kiss as he wrapped himself further around the gypsy...

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