OH my blob, you guys. DRAMA BOMB. I've been kept busy this week by drama bombs going off everywhere, but I have started this up again.
Puck: (smashes a guitar trying to hit FS)
SWEET JESUS! What the rhombus, Puck?-!
Lexington: He's a bit upset that you took so long.
A bit? A bit would be him pouring hot water on me. He's trying to MURDER me.
Puck: JUST GET ON WITH IT!
Sheesh, fiiiine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles. Only my OCs.
CHAPTAH!
STARTO!
When they finally awoke the next morning, Puck and Lexington smiled at each other. Sunlight streamed in through the clouded window as Puck slowly stretched his body, smiling as the gargoyle gave him an appreciative purr.
"Pardon the terrible pun, but last night was absolutely magical, Puck." Lexington growled, his claws trailing over the Fey's body. Puck turned and gave his mate a peck on the lips(A/N: Lol, Puck gives a peck) before reaching for his clothes. Lexington also searched for his loincloth, not wanting to get yelled at in case they were discovered. After Puck had finished tugging on his boot, Lexington sweeped the Fey into his arms, nuzzling his mate tenderly.
"Oh, Lexington, you're acting like a cat!" Puck sniggered as he pushed away the gargoyles face. "Put me down so we can go eat." Lexington complied, and as they walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, Jero popped his head out.
"Ah, so you two are up. I'll cook something, alright?" They nodded, but as they walked in with the boy, Puck saw his mother sitting at the table, smiling at him.
"Hey baby boy." She said, holding out her arms to him. He accepted her hug, reveling in the warmth of his parent. "Oh, if only that dunce Oberon hadn't become the king. I could've raised you. I would've raised you good." She murmured, holding her child tight.
Puck didn't dwell on her comment; he was just happy to see her, know that she was real, know that she loved him, know that it would get better. They finally separated when Lexington shrieked - Jero had accidently tripped and up-ended a saucepan of jam all over the gargoyle.
Puck just laughed at the absurdity at it.
When the four entered the main room, after cleaning off Lexington, where the other humans and gargoyles were gathered, Reka sprang up from his seat and bounded over to them, latching his arms around Puck. At first confused by the younger Fey's actions, when he realized that the others in the room were also on edge. When he turned to the left, he realized exactly why.
"Lord...Oberon." The king of all Fey's image was on the mirror. But for once, Oberon wasn't wearing a look of contempt. Actually...he looked un-nerved.
"Puck." Came the curt greeting. "I do not have much time." That got the scowls to drop. "I realize we are not on good terms, but I must request that each and every one of you come to Avalon immediately."
Reka growled. "Not a chance."
Instead of getting angry with the halfling, Oberon groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I am not in the position to debate with you. I am trying to help."
Yalunia snorted, giving the king a dark glare. "And just why would we trust you, Obby?" Puck and Reka slapped hands over their mouths, trying not to laugh at the indignant name Yalunia had given the king.
Oberon glowered at the name, but did not comment back. "Because we have reason to believe that Puck is in danger." Lexington growled and darted forward, only to stop as his mate held out his arm.
"From who?" Puck questioned. He would not be moved by any words, unless they have weight behind them.
Oberon gave them a grave look. "Loki."
Reka fell onto his legs, eyes filled with terror. "Loki?" He began to hyperventilate. "The god of chaos? The one who was thrown out of Asgard by Odin? The..." At this point Reka cut off to dry-swallow. "The ender of the world?" He whispered. Elisa gripped Goliath's arm with a fearful air. Fox clutched Alexander as her husband put his arms around her. Puck, meanwhile, had gone silent.
"Loki was waiting for this to happen. The child who is born of two warring races will welcome his return. The darkest hour will descend upon Avalon, and the world of man shall be torn in two." Oberon recited. Yalunia bowed her head.
"Puck, I insist you and your others come to Avalon. We will defend against Loki, until your child is born." Oberon had vanished to let Titania show. "Please, at least allow us to take care of our mistake."
Yalunia glowered at her. "Your mistake was taking my child away from me to begin with. That idiotic prophecy wouldn't have happened if you hadn't interferred in our lives!"
Puck gave his mother an astonished look. "Took?"
There was a stunned silence, before she sighed and sat down. "Sweetie, I thought you knew. Oberon took you from me when you were born. The prophecy was that you would bring Ragnarok if left unchecked. But even though Oberon hid from the things he did, he could not stop the prophecy from coming true." She pulled Puck into her arms. "If he had left you with me, you would've stayed in the world of the Fey, and never stepped foot in this world, to bring about its destruction."
The Fey did not react. He was too far in shock to do so. He pulled away from her, drifting over to Lexington, letting the Gargoyle'sarms come around his shoulders. 'I...am the end of the world?' He thought in shock. 'I will end the world? Me?' To bring about Ragnarok, the destruction of the Fey and Human worlds. Loki, the Asgardian who betrayed his father and brother, causing havoc and chaos. And him, the trickster Fey, the one who was taken from his mother, who was raised to cause chaos, to hurt for amusement, to trick and lie and-
"Puck." The clear voice, plus the claws on his shoulder, broke him out of his depressed musings. Lexington was holding him firmly, his round eyes narrowed in a way that was telling Puck 'do not belittle yourself, or I will scold you.' It was enough to snap him out of it, and he stood.
"We'll come." Reka began to protest, just as Oberon began to smile, when Puck held up his hand to silence both. "But on our own. Reka and I will make our own portal, and we will not be staying in your castle." Yalunia smirked. 'Atta boy.'
Oberon looked ready to disagree, but chose to accept the first condition. "But I do insist you stay in the castle. Loki cannot breach it's walls."
Though Yalunia wanted to insist on her power being enough to protect Puck and the others, but she wouldn't be able to keep it up for long. The castle had the barrier built in, meaning it only went down by Oberon's command. While that idea was disgested and nearly thrown back up, she had to agree. She looked at Puck, who remained quiet.
"...Very well."
"Uh, sensei? Any particular reason I'm wearing this clown get-up?"
Puck pinched the bridge of his nose and swatted the younger Fey in the cheek. "It is NOT a clown outfit. This is an outfit prepared by Mother to help you blend in while we are in Avalon."
Reka rolled his eyes. He was wearing a green tunic, blue and white pants, and a red under shirt that extended one sleeve to cover most of his hand. The other arm was bare, save for the red and gold glove adorning his hand. He had a sword strapped to his back, a gift from Jero. The Chinese boy would not be accompanying them to Avalon. He was to stay in Manhattan.
As Puck finished tying the loose section of Reka's hair with a blue wrap, he stared at the younger Fey. "...You will stay near us at all times. Do not run off." He said in a low tone.
Reka scoffed. "It almost sounds like you're worried about me." Puck's answer was to hold Reka in a hug. After a long, awkward-as-hell moment had passed, Puck let go, his expression neutral. Reka just stared at the older Fey, then moved to salute him. "I won't let anyone get you, sensei. I'll rip 'em apart."
Puck frowned and tapped Reka on the ear. "Do nothing for my sake, understand? Do what will keep you alive."
Another salute, and both Fey ventured from the room, meeting with the others in the large dining hall. Goliath looked the Feyling over and nodded. It was best that Reka have his own protection while in Avalon.
"Everyone ready?" Yalunia asked. David and Fox watched them, Alexander asleep in the other room.
Puck and Reka held their arms up, and they glowed ethereally. A swirling portal, iridescent in colors, manifested and just beyond the tunnel of magic lay the island of Avalon. Reka and Puck nodded to each other, then turned to the others. "You will go ahead of us. Sensei and I have to close the portal."
The gargoyles flew in first, Goliath clutching Elisa tightly. The two Fey jumped in, and for a few moments, Reka felt nothing but a lurch in his stomach as they fell down the tunnel, and disappeared within the folds of light.
As his feet hit the sand, Reka nearly fell into the ground face-first. As he looked up, his eyes were drawn to everything - the trees swaying in the breeze, the creatures around them, the ocean that seemed almost unreal.
They had arrived in Avalon.
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