Gosh...all you guys want is fanfiction, don't you?
Nah, i'm just playing. But, maybe that's what I need to stick to instead of the gibberish above. ^
Anywayz, I promise that i'll get on your Vday requests tomorrow. I just...feel really out of character with Puck lately, and I wanted to write a little snippet from his past to feel "right" again. Warning; this is PG-13, due to the humorous antics of three teenage boys, but I don't think that it's to the point where it should be a link. But if someone thinks it is, let me know:
Tricksters By Nature[/b]
It was hot outside. Not so much that no one could stand it, but enough to where even the more active of Oberon's children were forced inside for the afternoon. Odin, for example, was currently bench pressing in his bedroom, and his grunts could be heard throughout most of the vicinity, making those whose rooms were situated near his contemplate facing the heat rather than listen to him for much longer.
Three particular children of Oberon were spending their time in one of the many bedrooms of the Avalon Estate speaking of various, boyish things. The three boys were Raven, Coyote, and Robin, each of which were slowly succumbing to utter and complete boredom.
Robin, known as "Puck" only to the other two, was reclining on the bed of his tower room, while the other two paced impatiently around the floor. The book in the white-haired boy's hand blocked his view of his brothers, but it was fairly obvious to Puck that their faces contained scowls.
"This is utter BS!" Raven scoffed, rolling his eyes in disbelief. "I can't friction' believe that dad actually expects us to be studying!" Coyote nodded in agreement, annoyed by their father's order from before as well.
Puck did not look up from his book, choosing to remain lost in it's story as he spoke. "You two would do best to do as I; pick a book that Oberon couldn't possibly believe that you would read of your own free will, and claim it to be your homework. Else you will most surely regret it."
Raven and Coyote stared at Puck a moment, then turned to each other with a laugh. Their brother was rather…"odd" at times, and it never ceased to amuse them when he displayed his oddness so casually.
"Puck, call me crazy, but I think you've been spending just a
bit too much time reading that book," Coyote laughed, putting his hands on his hips as he turned back to look at the boy on the bed. Glancing at the cover of the battered old thing, Coyote rolled his eyes, smirking at the familiar title. "Oh, good Lord, Puck, again? How many times have you read 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'? It's starting to affect your way of speech, methinks." Raven snickered along with the other Native boy.
With a sigh, Puck placed the book aside, rolling his eyes up at the two. "At least I can say that I know
how to read, dear bothers," Puck said dryly, using his preferred handle for the two.
Raven sneered, rolling his eyes at the Puck's jest. "Please. I
know how to read, Puck. I keep my own personal supply of 'reading material', if you know what I mean," the darker boy smirked, glancing quickly around himself as if to make sure that no one was watching the three siblings. Seeing that they were truly alone, Raven reached into his jacket and pulled out a fairly new-looking magazine, the smooth pages reflecting in the light momentarily. Coyote appeared intrigued, as did Puck, and the two other boys moved closer to see just what sort of magazine Raven had managed to snag.
Grinning mischievously, the Alaskan held out the magazine to his brothers, flipping slowly through the glossy pages. At seeing what they contained, both Puck and Coyote blushed, eyes widening at the pictures of women that dotted each page. Raven's grin grew wider at their expressions, and he raised an eyebrow in a cocky expression. No one really knew how he obtained such things, but, in all honesty, neither Puck nor Coyote seemed to care too much at the moment.
"See? Told ya I knew how to read," Raven snickered, putting his free hand on his hip as he looked down at Puck.
Glancing up at his brother quickly, Puck blinked, still rather caught up in the other boy's "reading material". Clearing his throat, he shook his head. "Well, to be fair, I highly doubt that you've been doing much 'reading' of this book. Seems to me like you just…look at pictures…" Puck trailed off, returning his attention to the magazine with wide eyes. Raven had stopped at a particularly distracting page, and Puck found himself unable to say much about its content.
Raven rolled his eyes, snickering at Puck's sudden speechlessness. "Oh, dear Robin, you don't read these often, do you?" Puck reluctantly looked up, shaking his head rather warily. Coyote smirked, glancing over at the other boy as he did. Obviously, both he and Raven weren't unfamiliar with these sort of things.
"Look here," Raven said, turning a few pages to a page half-covered with more pictures, and the other half covered by words. Reading a paragraph rather quickly, Puck reddened, shaking his head as he turned back up to face his brothers. "Alright, fine. But I must admit, I highly doubt that your full attention is being place upon what's printed upon those pages when you're reading." Puck raised an eyebrow dryly, a small smirk rising up in the corner of his mouth. "After all, I would think that both hands would be required on the edges of the page for your utmost attention."
Both the other boys reddened, glancing at one another in surprise. Well, Puck certainly was a bit dirtier minded than he let on.
"Just look at the damn magazine, Puck," Coyote said, laughing with another light blush. Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Puck grinned, returning his attention on their previous task wholeheartedly. They each stayed in the same position shortly after that, none of them moving in the slightest possible way, except for Raven, who was their official "page-turner" of sorts.
Which is why none of them were prepared for their sister's sudden entrance to the room.
Molly pushed open the door roughly, having come up for some inane reason or another. One look at the magazine in her brother's hand, and the Irish girl was off, yelling and accusing them each of having derogatory thoughts about women, and how they were all going to end up as forty-year-old virgins.
The boys, horribly embarrassed though they were, tried their best to shut the girl up to no avail. In the end, they decided to just let her blow off her steam, rolling their eyes in annoyance to everything she said.
Puck, however, was got rather fed up with it eventually, and set a death glare upon Molly, his icy blue eyes containing daggers as he spoke. "Molly, do you think that dad knows what 'Yaoi Gallery' is?"
The girl froze, locking shocked hazel eyes with Puck for an instance. The boy continued to speak, examining his nails as he did so. "Because I'm sure that he'd just
looove to have the link to your account sent straight to his phone, 'Screams-for-Edward125," to emphasize his words, Puck extracted a silver phone from his pocket.
Molly stared at the boy for a moment, jaw falling open at Puck's implication of blackmail. Scowling heavily, she turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her as she left to stomp dramatically down the stairs.
Raven and Coyote looked after her for a minute, then turned to Puck with small smiles on their faces. Bursting forth into a wave of laughter, they commenced to congratulating Puck on the expertise with which he had handled the matter. Puck only smiled, leaning back against his bed with satisfaction.
In all actuality, Puck didn't truly care much about either the magazine or Molly's y!gal account. He had stumbled across it himself one day, while digging through Molly's computer, and had kept the little fact burrowed away into his mind for future use. The magazine, on the other hand, had given the boy some interest, but that was rather normal for teenage boys to begin with. He just didn't really want to get caught with it, and he knew that if he hadn't spoken up, then that would just be one other thing for his parents to go insane about.
"Dude, I can't believe I'm saying this," Raven said, at last getting his laughter under control. "But…you're better at this sorta thing than
us, and that's hard to beat." The boy motioned between himself and Coyote, who nodded.
Puck merely waved a hand in the air as a response. "Hey, I am the Puck. It's what I do," he smirked.
Even with my utter distaste of Twilight. XD
