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19 November 2012 @ 11:59 pm
Cupid Fic: Cherubic Not Chubby  
Written for varietypack100 Multi-Fandom Challenge
Emma DeMarais VarietyPack100 Prompt Table
Crossposted to cupid_talk


Title: Cherubic Not Chubby
Pairing/Characters: Claire, Trevor
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: The Children's Hour
Summary: Prompt - Birth
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ



"I'm still angry, just so you know."

Claire wasn't sure how Trevor had invited himself along on her Christmas shopping trip, but he had proven to be particularly hard to shake.

"Duly noted," she sing-songed, not caring what he was talking about.

"You'd think after all this time, I'd let it go. At least until January, but no! They torment me year round now!"

Trevor was clearly getting worked up, but since he seemed mostly harmless, Claire just walked over to the next display and began fondling some lovely art glass ornaments.

She was enjoying the view until an oversized and rather garish Christmas card appeared in her line of sight.

"For me?" she drawled. "You shouldn't have." She tried to brush it away, but Trevor forced it into her line of sight again.

"Look at this! Talk about blasphemy! They're taking my image in vain!"

With a beleaguered sigh, Claire finally looked at the front of the card. On it was Santa in a sleigh riding through the air, but the artist – and that word had to be used loosely given how dreadfully cartoonish the characters on it were – had surrounded him with winged babes sporting mini togas and bows and arrows.

"Cupids!" Trevor railed. "What is it with you people? First you can't tell a Cupid from a Cherubim and suddenly all Cupids are chubby babies?" He paused long enough to lift up his shirt and sweater to reveal a surprisingly muscular torso beneath. "Hello! Not chubby here!"

"Still, you have to have been born at some point, right?" Claire countered, remembering only belatedly how little effect logic seemed to have on her companion. "I bet you were a cute chubby little baby demi-god for a while there."

"First, full fledged god, thank you," Trevor pointed out curtly. "Second, did you miss the story about Athena emerging fully grown from Zeus' skull? Or my lovely mother arising from the sea out of nothingness? We gods don't exactly follow your average human gestation period much less that ugly teen phase with the acne and awkward social skills. Well, maybe Hercules, but it's always tough on the mixed kids, what with mortality and all to deal with."

"Still, you'd have made a darling baby," Claire cooed. "With those big wide eyes, a kewpie doll curl on top of your head and those big fat chubby baby cheeks." She patted both cheeks to drive her point home then made a quick exit, turning on her heel to head for the sale sweaters in the next department.

She could see in the display case glass a reflection of a very indignant Trevor, shaking a very ineffectual fist in her direction as she left him behind.

"Not chubby! You hear me? Not chubby!"

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melissimamelissima on November 28th, 2012 05:54 am (UTC)
Go Claire! It's not easy to even get a word in around Trevor, let alone pwn him, mid-rant.

I really should watch the rest of that series, one of these days...