Author's Note: I recently finished my last performance as Peaseblossom in my school's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. The director gave the Fairy monologue to me and therefore Peaseblossom and Puck interacted in Act 2, Scene 1. Because of this, Peaseblossom turned into Titania's right hand girl, which was SO fun to play. I wanted to explore the relationship between Puck and Peaseblossom in this fic. I was also inspired by Tim Crouch's adorable and clever show, I, Peaseblossom
In the middle of a seemingly endless and ornately decorated corridor sits a very, very tired fairy by the name of Peaseblossom. "Bless this curtain, bless that curtain, bless this drunkard lying there," she yawns, stretching her painted arms and attempting to crack her neck. "Bless this door," Peaseblossom adds before entering the ballroom. "Oh, I see how it is. Let Peaseblossom bless the entire ballroom. Just because they call me Titania's 'lackey'… lazy fairies… have to wait to be told… stupid," she mumbles under her breath. That isn't to say that she doesn't enjoy her high position- she does, in fact, and announces this to nearly every person she knows.
The past few days had been interesting, to say the least (and very, very tiring). Her Queen had fallen for a donkey-man, which was fine, Peaseblossom supposed, for she is not a prejudiced fairy, though it certainly would have been better if she found a better looking animal because, whoa, he was ugly, except the donkey-man was indeed and ass and bossed her around quite a lot and she resented scratching that malodorous head of his. She also tried following a group of Athenian teenagers, but gave up, once the hobgoblin had to meddle and switch the pairings around, just as Peaseblossom thought she knew which boy pursued which girl and who loved what and… well, she was quite slow sometimes (not as slow as Moth, mind you) and romance was awfully confusing.
"Bless this puddle of spilt punch, bless this candle stub… oh! And, bless this blond wig…" She giggles at this as she picks up the messy thing, quickly tugging it over her raven curls. The fake hair clashes horribly with her tanned skin and she catches her reflection in the incredibly tall mirror, tumbling over with laughter- the kind that makes one want to clutch at her stomach and roll around on the floor, kicking her legs in the air. That silly human! He did make quite a lovely woman, though, Peaseblossom has to admit as she tugs the wig off and adjusts the peacock feathers in her hair. She hops to her feet and giggles again. What was she doing? Oh, yes, blessing.
"Bless this shoe, bless this hat, bless this pile of confetti, bless this pocket watch, and… Yes, I think I'm quite done here." She yawns, stretching her arms (and wings) in the air while arching her back, nearly touching the floor.
"Don't you scream," says a familiar voice.
Peaseblossom, naturally, yelps and begins to fall backwards until two hands grab her around the waist and pull her into an upright position and suddenly she's face to face with Puck and tee-hee, Puck makes her feel mighty nervous. Is her face red? Peaseblossom has a very clever response to this. "Ah… I… um… how…" It is a shame their faces are so close, else she would have been able to say it.
"Pray tell, spirit, where you are off to so early in the evening?" he asks, curling his lips into a cat-like grin, a grin so familiar on his face.
"Oh, you know," she replies, squirming a little under his gaze, "wandering. You know."
The wanderer smirks. "As you told me the last time we met, fair Peaseblossom."
She can't help but giggle. Peaseblossom is far from 'fair' but if Puck's the one handing out the compliments, she does not mind one bit. One look into those blue-green eyes, full of mischief and fairy magic and things she's never even imagined and Peaseblossom is lost.
Author's Note: To be continued:)