Puck's Prose

[Puck]

Walking Hearts
Chapter 8

Janelle fidgeted in her sleep, rolling over onto her side in the small space offered between her two fathers. Drowsily opening her brown eyes, she yawned, pushing herself up by her little arms and into a sitting position. Glancing at the two men beside her, she gave a tiny smile when she saw that they were both snoring. Giggling, she turned to Puck, leaning forward to kiss the end of his nose. The face made a slight face in his sleep, and the girl quickly turned to Clopin, grabbing the rough sides of his unshaven face to nuzzle her cheek against his own. Each man slowly opened their eyes, roused by this familiar morning greeting, and smiled faintly at Janelle's antics.

Clopin gently nuzzled back, making the girl giggle as his stubble scratched against her soft skin. Puck glanced at their beside clock, sighing when he saw the time. Six a.m. On a Sunday, nonetheless. "Child, what do you have against sleeping, anyway?" Puck grumbled, chuckling a little under his breath as she turned to face him. Children shouldn't be allowed to be that adorable this early in the morning; it made it much harder for a parent to stay irritated.

"I think that a certain fae just needs to suck it up, don't you, Janelle?" Clopin said teasingly, laughing as he swept the girl into his arms, making her laugh out loud as he bounced her in the air over his head. Puck narrowed his eyes at the gypsy, giving a dry grin at the display.

"Says the man whose breakfast is getting made by said fae," Puck retorted, leaning over to kiss the baby's cheek and tousle the gypsy's hair. Crawling out of bed, he stretched his arms over his head, yawning slightly as he moved his tired limbs. Turning back to face his husband and daughter, he asked with a smile, "What would you two like to have this morning? Oatmeal or toast?"

"Toast, please, mon amour," Clopin replied with a nod. Looking down at the girl in his arms, he asked sweetly, "And what would you like, ma petite fille? Do you want what I'm having or what Puck's having?"

The girl appeared to think for a moment, then smiled brightly, clamping a hand on the gypsy's shirt with a decisive nod. "Daddy."

The room came to a complete standstill, the two trickster slowly turning to look at one another. Each held their mouth slightly agape, shocked at the sudden first sound of their daughter's voice. Her first word…and, even better, it had been something pertaining to her parents.

"Did she just…."

"She did…"

Both Puck and Clopin's looks turned to those of joy, and Puck rushed over toward the two, squatting down on the floor beside the gypsy's lap, where Janelle was currently sitting. The little girl smiled innocently, blissfully unaware of what her fathers were so excited about.

"Janelle, Jay…darling, please, say it again," Puck smiled, pleading eagerly. Thinking for a moment, he pointed to Clopin. "Jay, who's that?"

The girl glanced up at her gypsy father, grinning. "Daddy," she replied, hugging him closer. Puck and Clopin shared a glance, each grinning widely. Clopin pulled the girl up to his face, kissing her cheek playfully and making her giggle wildly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," he laughed, bouncing the girl up and down. Pointing to Puck, he grinned, asking, "Now, who is that?"

Janelle put a finger to her chin, frowning uncertainly as she stared at Puck. Well, Puck was her daddy, too….but they couldn't both be daddy, could they? It was too confusing for the baby. Turning to Clopin, she shook her head, showing that she didn't know.

Puck's face fell just a little, but he still smiled, leaning forward to wrap the child in a hug. His daughter was brilliant, and that was a fact no matter what in Puck's mind. Clopin gave a sympathetic smile as Puck took the girl into his arms, standing to wrap an arm around the fae's waist. "Don't worry, mon amour. She just…doesn't know what to call you yet. She'll learn with time. I'm somewhat interested in seeing just what it turns out to be."

Puck smiled gratefully in return, leaned closer to the gypsy as Clopin gave his cheek a kiss. Propping Janelle up on his left hip, the fae grinned, tickling under the girl's chin. "You know, I'm a little interested as well."

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"Jay! Hay, y'all!!!"

"Eeeaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!"

Puck shook his head as the screaming baby desperately clung to the unicorn's head, attempting to pull herself up by his mane. Bob grinned, lifting the girl up with his nose and sliding her onto his back. Cackling with delight, Janelle eagerly clutched at Bob's mane, hugging his neck as the unicorn began to gallop around the room.

Taylor smirked, laughing at the sight as she turned to face Puck. "Sorry to bother you guys, Puck. Bob would just not shut up about visiting his little buddy."

"Hey, no problem," Puck chuckled. "It's a nice diversion to have him around every now and then," the trickster added, pointing his thumb in the direction of the two companions. Taking a seat beside Clopin at their table, he gestured for Taylor to do the same, so that they could talk.

"So, how's family life?" The Superjail assassin smiled. "Anything exciting here lately?"

"Daddy! Daddy!" Janelle squealed, trying to grab Clopin's attention. The gypsy grinned broadly, clapping as the girl slid down Bob's back in a makeshift slide. Both Bob and Taylor paused, almost shocked at the sound of her voice. Taylor blinked, slowly turning her head back to stare at the two fathers.

"Did she just say…?"

Clopin nodded, obviously happy about being the girl's first word.Taylor laughed, glancing back at Puck. "So who does she direct that at? Both of you, or just-"

"Just Clopin," Puck quickly said, suppressing a sigh at the end of his sentence. "She…doesn't really have a name for me yet."

Bob's ears perked up at that, and he slowly trotted back further into the living room as the three adults continued to converse. Taylor was a little amused by the situation, but gave a sympathetic smile towards the fae. It was understandable, though, she had to admit; it would have had to have been very confusing for the girl to call two people the same name.

After a few more minutes, Bob and Janelle came hurriedly towards the kitchen, the little girl clutching for dear life to the unicorn's mane. Clopin raised an eyebrow at the animal's carrying methods, but said nothing, choosing to subtly stand up to move closer to the creature.

"Puck! Clopin! Y'all have got to hear the new trick I just taught Jay!"

The two trickster glanced at one another, each raising an eyebrow suspiciously, but Clopin answered, "What is it, Bob?"

"Alright, do yo' thing, Jay," Bob grinned, turning back to face the girl. "Say it, y'all." Janelle clapped her hands happily, pointing in the direction of her white-haired father in a questioning manner. Bob nodded, and added, "Right, y'all. Now who's that?"

Janelle grinned, and replied proudly, "Mommy!"

Puck's eyes widened, his jaw falling open slightly in surprise at the girl's second word. While he was glad that it had been directed at him…did it have to be mommy? Anything but mommy, oh, anything but mommy!

Clopin's mouth fell open a little as well, a gloved hand flying to his mouth as he tried to hold back a laugh. Taylor made no attempt to conceal her amusement, laughing hysterically as Janelle beamed from her place on the unicorn's back, who was whinnying with delight at the moment. Puck's expression turned to one of embarrassment, and he scowled at the other three grown creatures. "Very funny. Haha."

Glancing back at Janelle, Puck's gaze softened a bit as he saw his daughter's now confused expression. Had she done something wrong? Everyone else was happy….why was Puck upset? The fae picked up on this, and slowly walked over to take the girl into his arms.

"Thank you, love," he smiled, kissing the top of her forehead. Oh well. If he was going to be a mommy, then he was going to be a damn good one.

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[Clopin]

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
OH GOD THAT WAS PRECIOUS.

[Puck]

THANK YOU. X3
I will never get tired of the mommy jokes. Never.

[John Silver]

LOL "mommy" and here i though it was going to be Daddy P or somthing

[Puck]

Pffft, I couldn't resist. XD Grell is gonna have some fun with this, believe me.

[John Silver]

oh goodie! LOL did ya hear about what happend with Klaine?

[Puck]

Nope...well, other than the fact that they said they loved each other. :3 Anything good besides that?

[John Silver]

nope just that. and that is all i need.

[The Trickster]

*dies of cuteness and funnyness overload* Oh *gasps for air due to laughing so hard* Oh god I vuv how jay went to puck and called him "Mommy"

[Puck]

Thanks Trickster!

Let’s Pretend This Never Happened

Doors are wonderful, wonderful inventions. For centuries, they’ve helped to keep in drafts, sounds, smells, and sometimes private moments between individuals hiding behind them. Doors could be very convienient at times, but it is often forgotten that there are certain general mannerisms required for the prviledge of properly using a door.

One of which is the time old tradition of knocking. This is perhaps the most frequently forgotten policy of owning and properly maintaining a door. Many socially awkward instances have occurred as a result of improper knocking skills, or lackthereof, as well as the sudden presence of inevitable awkwardness between both enemies and friends.

A case such as this was fated to happen one day between a Miss Taylor Ruse and her friends Clopin Trouillefou and Puck Goodfellow one near-summer afternoon on the Silvershadow campus grounds of Animated High. Taylor had been sent by the Warden to round Trouillefou up for training, even if it meant that she had to “drag the lazy boy out by his entrails” to do it. They’d been a bit slack lately in the amount of training they’d been undergoing, and the skinny little man intended to quickly remedy that.

Walking down the hallway towards’ her fellow Silvershadow’s dorm, Ruse kept her hands held comfortably in her pockets, nonchalantly strolling along and whistling under her breath. Nothing of much importance was on her mind, aside from some uncertainty of her she had done on her Spanish exam, and her actions reflected on it as she skipped along. She was mostly concerned with the ever approaching summer, and how she’d be spending her time with her friends and her…boyfriend? The brunette briefly frowned, shaking her head as she began to ponder over that particular question. She stil wasn’t sure just where she and Joseph Kingston “stood” at this point, but she supposed that she coul still reference him as her boyfriend, at least in her head. She was planning on making it happen soon enough anyway, so why not?

Being so caught up in her thoughts of things to hopefully come over the summer, Taylor barely even noticed the strange sounds coming from behind the door of Clopin’s room as she put her hand on the door knob. Had she taken the time to listen, or better yet, knock, perhaps then she might have turned back upon her heel with merely a roll of her eyes and not a second thought. It would have saved each of the friends’ dignities, and perhaps a bit of time on each of their parts as well…but fate is a cruel mistress, and saw it fit to change the course of the situation.

All possibilities aside, Taylor did indeed enter without knocking, pulling open the door handle rather quickly and readying herself to call for the gypsy boy supposedly therein. Strangely enough, she noticed, the room was completely dark, with no light whatsoever except for a faint glow shining from between a crack in the blinds. This light cast a brief glimpse of sunshine over the gypsy’s bed, the source upon which Taylor’s attention next fell upon.

The sounds emanating from it, along with the rustle of sheets and bedspread, made the girl’s eyes involuntarily widen. Upon hearing a particularly loud tenor moan that Taylor knew the owner of, the girl unthinkingly blurted out, “Clopin!”

The sounds immediately stopped, and a familiar face quickly popped up from beneath the covers, belonging of course to Clopin. Another head quickly appeared as well, being that of Puck, both of whom looked so shocked at seeing her she thought they might faint. Looking at them with a disturbed, surprised expression for a half-second longer, the girl quickly turned on her heel, trying to ignore the rising hotness in her cheeks.

“Taylor! What the-“ Clopin, who had quickly ran after her, grabbed hold of her shoulder, spinning her around. Thankfully, she saw that he’d managed to throw on his boxers before he’d left the room, though the rest of him was still completely exposed, which only added to her embarrassment. Puck had followed quickly behind, wearing a rather long teeshirt and, Taylor hoped, a pair of apparently short underwear beneath. The fae’s face was redder than Taylor had ever seen it, which was really saying something considering the number of times Puck had been known to blush in the past, and even Clopin looked particularly embarrassed despite the dark tone of his skin.

Taylor, unimpressed by all this, turned again, holding a hand up to wave them away in embarrassment. “I didn’t see anything, alright?! This…never….happened, got it?”

Puck and Clopin glanced at one another, both very embarrassed at having their friend walk in on them. As Taylor started to walk away, however, Puck frowned, grabbing her by the shoulder again. He may have been embarrassed by all means, but he couldn’t help but feel just a bit irritated at the fact that he and Clopin had been interrupted.

“Hold on there just a second,” Puck scowled, narrowing his eyes at the girl, who attempted to avoid his gaze. “What the hell were you doing bursting into his room like that in the first place? It’s your own fault for walking in!”

Taylor huffed, scowling right back at Puck. “Believe it or not, I actually had a reason for coming in, kid,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Whatever the case, it wasn’t like I was really expecting to see you two…freakin’ humping each other!”

Clopin reddened, scowling back at the girl as Puck had. “Well, maybe you should learn to knock!”

“Well maybe you should lock the door!”

Both Puck and Clopin were left speechless at this. They knew that they were caught caught by a technicality, as was she. You see, along with the priviledge of owning a door, one must realize that not everyone is going to respect the common mannerisms that you should have with one. They rendered them at an impass, and Taylor, taking this opportunity, walked away back down the hall, sighing irritably as she did.

“Wait!” Clopin called, making the girl pause and roll her eyes. “Just…what was your reason for coming into my dorm?”

“Not to get involved, I hope,” Puck muttered, rolling his eyes as Clopin shot him an annoyed glance. “Did you need me for something?” The gypsy continued.

Taylor turned back for a moment, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, it was just the Warden wanting you to come train with us…but don’t worry about it. I’ll be sure to tell him that you’re getting your exercise some way or another!’ Laughing, the girl disappeared down the hall, leaving the two boys alone to scowl in her direction.

And that, my dear friends, is a perfect example of why knocking is one of the most integeral parts of proper door etiquette!
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Blah, random one-shot idea I had after reading over an old thread. Gahh, I would love to see Taylor’s actual expression when she walked in. XD It had to happen at some point, as close as they all are.

[The Trickster]

Oh. My. GOD. Taylor and the sexual tones she was seeing. I can just picture how RED puck's face was XDDDDDDD

[Puck]

XDD Oh, definitely. I feel kinda bad that she had to walk in on that, though. Oh well. That'll teach her to knock!

[The Trickster]

Yes it should the skull king would've laughed in their faces since he doesn't like gay people

[Taylor]

Um...can this be roleplayed please? XDDDDD
I'm sure that'd be her reaction, but I have other ideas that DON'T include getting involved. XD

[Puck]

Really? That would be awesome! Sure! XD
I'm interested to see just what your ideas are.