Puck's Prose

[Puck]

Thank you all!!! ^^
I don't know, for some reason I've been wanting to write about them having a fight. And I can imagine with their independent personalities, they would have a lot. But they still love each other. Their each going to have to do a lot of apologizing this time though, Clopin especially. But, there's always the kiss and makeup afterwards...

[Clopin]

I would assume that as well, since they both have an overly-dominant personality. XD
But yes, there's always the kiss and make up. ;D

[Puck]

I wrote this in drama class today when the percussion ensemble class was setting up for our Christmas concert. I had been thinking that Clopin would be the type to be too keyed up to sleep on Christmas Eve, and of course, he wants Puck to wait up as well. Rated PG, for some slightly suggestive dialogue at the end. It basically has AniRo's background, because Puck's actually a fae, but other than that, I think that it'll make sense. ;D
I'm currently writing a looong Christmas fic that will include lots of characters, not just Clopin and Puck, but I'm not sure if it will get finished in time for Christmas(I'll try!). So, enjoy this while you wait!


Restless Midwinter Night
"Puck, are you asleep?"
Puck groaned in his sleep, rolling over onto his back. Clopin was leaning up on his elbows, looking down at the sleepy fae anxiously.
"Yes," Puck mumbled, his eyes still closed. Clopin snorted, grinning as he reached over to shake the other's shoulder.
"What part of 'asleep' do you have a problem with?" Puck frowned, opening one eye to stare up at Clopin in annoyance.
"Plenty. I can't sleep," he admitted in a whisper.
"That's nice," Puck answered, rolling over onto his side, his back facing Clopin. Rolling his eyes, Clopin rolled Puck back over to face him again, this time shaking him a bit firmer.
"Will you wake up? Silly fae, don't you know what time it is?' Clopin grinned.
Frowning, Puck answered sarcastically, "I'd say it's time for you to start taking Ny Quil."
Clopin rolled his eyes. "Perhaps so, but I was referring to the time of day, mon ami. It's almost midnight. On Christmas Eve. Do you know what this means?"
Puck squinted his tired eyes at the gypsy. "You woke me up for that?"
Ignoring the elf's question Clopin sat up excitedly. "It means, that there's only a few more minutes till Christmas!" Clopin bounced a little where he sat, grinning broadly.
Despite his fatigue, Puck couldn't help but smile faintly at Clopin's enthusiasm. He acted like such a child at times. Sitting up as well, Puck shivered, the thick blanket sliding off his thin frame. Leaning against Clopin, he wrapped his arms around the gypsy's torso.
"You amuse me, love," Puck smiled.
Clopin raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by the sudden embrace. Smirking, he wrapped his own arms around the other, whispering back, "Oh I do? And why is that? Because I act just as childishly as you do, moon amour?" He snuggled the fae closer to his chest, resting his cheek against his white hair. Glancing down at it, he couldn't help but smile at the way it shone in the moonlight that escaped through the window of the cottage room. Looking behind him through the window, his brown eyes widened, blinking slowly in wonder at the sight outside.
"Puck, look," he whispered urgently. Puck who was just beginning to doze off, looked up irritably towards the window, his own eyes widening as he did so.
"It's snowing," he breathed, grinning slightly.
Clopin nodded. "The first snow of the year. Imagine, Puck, it'll be a White Christmas."
"Our first Christmas," Puck added, nuzzling Clopin's cheek.
Clopin blinked. "That's right, isn't it? Our first Christmas together. It aught to be a wonderful one, then, won't it?" He smirked, kissing Puck on the tip of the nose. Puck wrinkled his nose at the sensation, smiling tiredly. Clopin continued to hold him in his arms, humming softly as he did so. After a minute or so, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk taking hold of his face.
"Ah, Puck…I still can't sleep," he mused, a hinting tone in his voice.
"Too bad," Puck smirked. "You can't unwrap your present until Christmas. That's the rules," Puck teased.
Clopin pouted, fingering the fabric of Puck's shirt. "But…ah, never mind. I guess I'll just have to wait. After all, Santa won't come to little boys who are naughty."
"That's true," Puck nodded slyly. "But I know an elf that will," he smirked, kissing the gypsy once before leaning back against his warm chest.
Clopin grinned broadly as Puck closed his eyes, settling back down to sleep. The gypsy leaned back against the
pillows, thinking quietly to himself as he looked back to watch the snow fall. His musing was interrupted suddenly by the sudden ringing of a clock in the distance. The top of the clock tower in the distance was just barely visible from their bedroom window, and Clopin listened as it chimed twelve times.
"Puck, did you hear that? It's Christmas!" Clopin said excitedly, looking down at the fae. But Puck appeared to be sound asleep, his breathing coming out long and deep. Clopin smiled at the sight, thinking that the elf resembled a dreaming child in his arms, as he was balled up with his knees to his chest at the moment.
Stretching out his long legs, Clopin gently placed Puck beside him on the bed, pulling the covers overtop of them as he settled down to sleep with Puck. Wrapping him in his arms, he smiled as he closed his eyes, still unable to sleep but wanting to try so very hard. After all, the sooner you fell asleep, the sooner Christmas would come...
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Thankies to my mom for the title! ;D

[Clopin]

Ohoho, I wonder what the present could be..... XD
Psh, you already know what I'm going to say! Amazing, awesome, epic, and everythingelseican'tthinkof. :3

[Puck]

Thank you!

[Puck]

Alright, here's part one of my super-dee-duper Christmas fic! ;D It takes place in the home of Mickey Mouse, on Christmas Eve, where all the characters are gathering for the annual Christmas party! Only, there's something new going on this year: non-Disney characters are being invited, and a few new romances have sprung up over the year! Will the party go according to plan? Or will it fall flat?

Miracle on Walt's Street
Chapter 1: The Mouse That Was Stirring

Mickey tapped his foot nervously, eying the hall clock with a worried expression. There were only twenty minutes till the party was to start, and that meant that people would be arriving soon. Normally, he would have been in a cheerful, excited mood. But this year, though he was still excited to see all his friends again, Mickey Mouse was more nervous than anything else.

“Mickey, don’t look so nervous!” Minnie said with a smile, giving the other mouse a quick hug. He smiled a bit at her touch, but his face still held that same look of dread as it had before.

“Aw, I’m sorry Minnie, it’s just that...” Mickey sighed. “This year is going to be so--”

"Perfect!” Cut in a cheerful but firm voice. Clopin Trouillefou was standing on the other side of the room, adjusting one last sprig of holly to the mantle.

“Yeah, perfectly catastrophic,” Puck answered from across the room, hanging something up on the large window of the room. He was the only one who could reach it without a ladder, being the only one there at the moment who could fly. Clopin was beside him in an instant, his arms wrapped around the other’s waist.

“Oh, don’t be so pessimistic, mon ami,” The gypsy said softly, pulling the other down to nuzzle his cheek. “Things weren’t so bad when you and I showed up for Thanksgiving.”

Puck smiled, his bitter attitude melting a bit. “Yes, well, it was only the Disney characters there at Thanksgiving.”

Clopin frowned a bit. “Don’t worry, my little prince, I”m sure that we can all learn to behave ourselves tonight. I’ve met a few of these other characters, and they seem like a fine lot to me.”

“They sure are,” Mickey pipped in. “Why, most of them could pass for Disney characters. True, some of ‘em can be a bit more loose with their words,” the mouse cleared his throat, thinking of Tulio’s language the last time he had met the ex-con. “But I’m sure that we can all learn to get along. This here’s a year for change, the year that we can finally all come together and get over this silly feud.”

There. Everything looked perfect now. The tree was up, ready to be decorated by the soon-to-arrive guests, the tinsel was strung, gifts were waiting beneath the tree, and the mistletoe was hung, which Clopin and Puck already seemed to be taking advantage of. The only thing left now was...

“Tiana! How’s that turkey comin’?” Daisy Duck called as she passed through the living room. She was carrying yet another package to be put underneath the tree.

“It’s comin’, it’s comin’!” Tiana stuck her head out from the kitchen door, sweat glistening her dark face. The former waitress had been cooking all day, and was trying to outdo herself from last year, a feat that required much skill and effort. “You, know, y’all are lucky Naveen and I decided to close the restaurant for the holidays, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do the Christmas cookin’.”

“Oh please, cher,” Clopin rolled his eyes, walking across the room again. “We all know you wouldn’t miss doing this for the world.” The gypsy gave a teasing smile.

Tiana smiled back. Before she could reply, however, she was interrupted by a loud beeping sound coming from the kitchen. She rushed back inside, calling, “Oh, shoot!” through the closing door.

After a few minutes, she returned, breathless, and carrying a beautifully stuffed turkey in her arms. Clopin arrived to take the great bird, helping Tiana carry it into the dining room to set in the middle of a lavishly set table, covered from end to end with assorted silverware and china. It was truly a meal fit for a king. Or, a quite a few kings, as it were.

“Well, I suppose that about does it,” Tiana gave a satisfied sigh, dusting her hands off on her apron. “I reckon I’ll go an’ freshen up now.” With that, she headed off in the direction of another room, where her dress that she had picked out for the evening was waiting.

“I guess that’s it, then,” Mickey smiled anxiously, eying the hall clock again. Only ten more minutes now...

Ding-dong.

They all turned to face the door, surprised by the sudden ring of the doorbell. The first guest to arrive for the evening. What would they bring with them through the door?

to be continued...

[Taylor]

I love this. Perfect catastrophe indeed. >

[Puck]

Thanks! I can't wait to work some of the villains into the story XD

[Taylor]

Oh, that'll be fun. XD
I totally want to see that.

[Dr. Facilier]

Christmas action, OH YEAH!

[Free]

oh must see more

[Puck]

Thanks! Don't worry, more will be up soon

[Puck]

Garnar, thank you for this wonderful idea ;D Here we have another Christmas fic(yes, it's Puck/Clopin, how did you know?). It's more of an AU story. Basically, Puck and Clopin have been best friends for years, and one of them begins to develop feelings for the other. Based off the song "Baby It's Cold Outside" by Zooey Deschanel and Leon Redbone. The lyrics (c) them, not me. And, as I said in the Character Theme Song thread, the best person that I think would match Puck's singing voice would be Gene Wilder, the guy who originally played Willy Wonka. Enjoy! ;D

Baby, It's Cold Outside...
Clopin brushed his dark bangs out of his face as he walked along the sidewalk, his gloved hands feeling quite nice against his chilled skin. He let his breath come out long and slow, watching the fog that escaped his lips with amusement. Puck walked alongside him, shivering from the cold with a slightly annoyed expression. The boy was never particularly fond of cold weather, and his cross exterior showed it.
As a cool breeze swiped past them, Puck's teeth chattered, and he scowled to the wind, wrapping his arms around his torso for some form of heat. Clopin glanced at him from the corner of his eye with a smirk, keeping his own hands in his pockets for warmth.
"Mon ami, you look positively freezing. Here," Clopin shook his head with a laugh, putting an arm around the shivering boy. Puck blushed slightly, his face already red from the cold. "Thanks," he muttered, hesitantly leaning a little closer to his friend. He was grateful for the warmth, though Clopin's closeness gave his heart a small pang of longing. What if the other somehow knew?
Clopin raised an eyebrow at Puck's embarrassment, unable to help but smirk a little at the way the other boy kept looking away. Puck had never seemed to be the shy type to Clopin, but lately, he had seemed almost…reclusive whenever Clopin had shone some form of brotherly affection, something that had never bothered Puck in the past. What was different about now? They had been best friends for ages, ever since either of them could remember, anyway. They did everything together; played on the playground, shared their paper bag lunches, took the same high school classes, and, eventually, joined the same clubs, including the glee club, where they were just heading back from now.
"I appreciate your agreeing to come and practice with me, Puck," Clopin smiled, his arms still around the other.
"It's no problem," Puck smiled back. "I've got nothing to do, anyway. And you do have an important role in the Christmas concert. I figured that since Aurora's busy tonight, you might want some extra help."
Clopin snorted, rolling his eyes. "Big part? Please, I got one measly solo; it's no big deal, really. But I still say that you should have gotten the one you auditioned for," the gypsy added, his tone a bit pouty.
Puck looked at the other dryly. "Yes, what with my…'charming' singing voice," he drew out the word 'charming' sarcastically, dipping his head back a bit for affect.
Clopin frowned a bit, narrowing his eyes at the other. When would Puck realize that he could sing? "I beg to differ. I think that your voice is quite charming. Marvelous, in fact."
Clopin smiled as the neared his home, not noticing the blush that began to creep over Puck's face yet again. Reaching the door at last, Clopin dug into his pocket for the key, opening the door with a creak. With anyone else, Clopin would have been embarrassed about the state of his home, but as it was just with Puck, he didn't feel quite so ashamed. Clopin had a large family, without much money to support it. As a result, his house was not in the most attractive state.
Stepping inside, Puck sighed, the warmth slowly sinking in through his thick winter clothes. It wasn't much warmer inside the small house, but it was a far cry from being outside. Slipping off his jacket, he plunked down familiarly on the worn couch in the center of the room, Clopin doing the same after taking a moment to light the heater. They spent the net few minutes discussing all that had happened during the day, laughing about something funny that had happened in Biology and griping about some inane assignment their English teacher had given them. Clopin paused to tell Puck out some girl that had rejected him in third block, and Puck tried to avoid letting his true feelings leak out as they talked. The truth of the matter was, Puck had feelings for Clopin, much like Clopin seemed to have for this girl. Puck lightly punched the other on the shoulder, giving some half-hearted reply about her not being worth Clopin's time. Clopin smiled back, but the rejection had obviously left a bit of a sting on the poor gypsy's heart. A womanizer without a woman tended to be quite a sorry sight indeed.
After a few moments of silence, Puck sighed, glancing down at his watch. He raised his eyebrows at the time, looking to Clopin apologetically.
"Well, are we going to practice, or what? I need to get home soon."
Clopin frowned, not wanting the other to leave. Nodding, he stood up from the couch, walking over to his cd player to pop in a familiar disk. Glancing up at the window, he paused a moment before pushing the play button, shaking his head softly to himself.
Puck raised an eyebrow at the beginning sound of Clopin's song, suddenly realizing what exactly he would need to do to help Clopin 'practice'.
"Wait…are you saying that you want me to sing the girl part? Aurora's part, I mean?" Puck asked quickly, so as not to mess up the timing of the song.
Clopin nodded with a smile, motioning with his hand for Puck to begin. Biting his lip, Puck started out a bit shakily, singing softly with the music.
"I really can't stay…"
Clopin stepped in with perfect timing, singing, "Baby, it's cold outside…"
Puck blushed, stuttering a bit with the next line. "I've got to go away," with Clopin singing the same line as before, stepping closer towards the boy with each passing note.
"This evening has been, so very nice…"
"I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."
Suddenly, Clopin was beside him, taking his hands into his own with a smirk. Puck's eyes widened, and Clopin playfully rolled his eyes, to show that it was all an act. It's only pretend, it's only pretend… Puck thought to himself, struggling to calm his rapidly beating heart.
"My mother will start to worry," Puck continued, stepping away from the gypsy's hands, Clopin quickly following behind with another verse, "Beautiful, what's your hurry?"
Puck tried to ignore that as he went on, singing, "My father will be pacing the floor."
Clopin continued to sing, smirking at Puck's nervousness, clearly enjoying his little game. Clopin was an actor of all sorts, and this song was starting to become much more fun now than it had when he'd been singing with Aurora.
Puck continued to sing, insisting that he had to get home. Gradually, his tone became more confident, as the embarrassment was starting to die down.
Well we'll just have to do something about that, won't we? Clopin thought with a smirk. He inched closer to Puck as their was a break in the words, stepping behind him so as to take hold of his wrists. Puck gasped as Clopin twirled him in a little makeshift dance, reddening as the other laughed. Puck knew Clopin well enough to fully understand the gypsy's intentions. He was trying to get an amusing response out of Puck, and the boy could tell that this night would be one of their battles for power. And he was determined not to let the other get the better of him.
Smirking, he narrowed his eyes, turning so as to move just out of the gypsy's reach. He sang the next few lyrics a bit flirtatiously, and Clopin coyly replied, "Your eyes are like starlight now…"
Puck felt his heart skip a beat, and he looked away, determined to keep his cool.
"I ought to say no, no, no sir," Puck smirked, eyes half closed, as he back-stepped around Clopin.
"Mind if I move in closer," Clopin replied, taking Puck's arm again as he turned around to face him.
"At least I'm gonna say that I tried," Puck grinned, spinning around from the other's hold. Clopin smiled curiously at the other, amused by Puck's sudden change of attitude. At another break in the music, Clopin pulled Puck into another twirl, grinning when he didn't pull away this time. This was getting pretty fun, and Clopin especially enjoyed how flirtatious Puck was getting. Not that he thought anything suspicious about it; he had just never seen this side of Puck before, and it interested him. Grinning broadly, he pulled Puck into a dip, and Puck smiled back with a snicker.
"I simply must go…" Puck stepped out of Clopin's hold again, smirking over his shoulder.
"Baby, it's cold outside," Clopin insisted.
"The answer is no," Puck leaned forward over the back of the couch, moving his face towards Clopin's. Clopin did the same, placing his hands overtop of Puck's as he did so. "Ooh darling, it's cold outside…"
"This welcome has been, so nice and warm.." Puck turned away, crossing his arms as Clopin ran up beside him again. The gypsy put his arms around Puck's shoulders, sending chills down the other boy's spine.
"My sister will be suspicious…" Puck said, trying to keep his voice calm. Clopin was currently rocking back and forth with the tune, moving his hands as though he were rubbing the other's shoulders.
"Gosh, your lips look delicious…" Clopin sang into the other's ear, feeling his heartbeat quicken for some reason at that line. Could he be…? No, of course not…but of course, there was a perfectly good way to find out…
"My maiden aunt's mind is vicious," Puck insisted, breathing a bit quicker as he felt their faces moving closer.
"Ooh, your lips are delicious," Clopin sang in a whisper, his heart hammering as he moved even closer.
"But maybe just a cigarette more," Puck stuttered out the last line nervously, moving away from the other's grip. Clopin frowned, a little confused as he continued to sing. At last, there was another break in the music, and Puck nervously sat down on the couch, looking down at his hands so as to avoid Clopin's gaze. Sitting down beside him, Clopin tried to get Puck's attention, but sighed as the other continued to look away awkwardly.
"I've got to go home," Puck sang as the timing came around again, glancing across the room in search of his coat.
"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there," Clopin responded, meeting Puck's eyes for a moment as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Say, lend me your coat," Puck sang with a blush, looking back hesitantly.
"It's up to your knees out there," Clopin answered with a soft smile, putting his left hand onto Puck's knee.
"Y-You've really been grand," Puck stuttered, pushing Clopin's hand away.
"I thrill when you touch my hand," Clopin said, grabbing Puck's hand to hold as the other boy struggled to get him away.
Puck tried to stand. "But don't you see--"
"How can you do this thing to me?" Clopin pleaded, pouty as he pulled the other back next to him.
Puck's breathing was coming a bit quickly now, to match the pace of his heart. "There's bound to be talk tomorrow..."
"Think of my life long sorrow…"
"At least there will be plenty implied…" Puck swallowed.
"If you got pneumonia and died." Clopin moved even closer, their faces only inches apart now.
"I really can't stay," Puck swallowed, raising a hand to pull himself up.
"Get over that hold out," Clopin shook his head, taking hold of the other's wrist. He looked seriously into the other's pale blue eyes seriously.
Without a word, he closed the space between their lips, each of them blushing deeply at the sudden touch. Pulling apart just for the timing, Clopin sang out, "Ooh baby…"
Puck blinked, trying to pick up on the next line. "Ah, but it's cold outside…"
They both sang that last line together, dragging out the notes quietly. They never took their eyes off one another, and as soon as the note ended, kissed each other again, both boys reacting this time.
After a minute or two, they pulled away gently, blinking slowly as they looked at each other for a minute.
"Baby, it's cold outside," Clopin whispered.
Puck shivered a little. "Brr...it's cold out there."
"Can't you stay awhile longer, baby?" Clopin asked, brushing a loose strand of hair away from Puck's face.
"Well….I really shouldn't," Puck answered quietly. "…alright."
Clopin felt the corner of his mouth pull up slightly, kissing Puck again at his whisper. Both he and Puck were blushing slightly, and the warmth of each other's arms and lips kept them quite warm.
"Make it worth your while, baby," Clopin whispered into Puck's ear, pulling back again.
"Ahh…do that again," Puck whispered back, smiling with his eyes have closed. The lights had somehow dimmed, Clopin assumed from one or two of the lightbulbs burning out. But neither one of them had too much of a problem with the suddenly romantic atmosphere, it seemed, and with that, they resumed their "brotherly" embrace...

[Clopin]

Oh my god. This is one of your best.
AND IT'S SO FREAKING ADORABLE. DO YOU KNOW THAT I JUST SQUEALED WITH HAPPINESS? THAT NEVER HAPPENS.

[Hinata]

i loved it! i can't wait to see more. I want to read my request