Okay, I know that I haven't written in a while, but this came to me and I couldn't get it out of my head. So here goes. My first one-shot...
She was alone.
She knew that her family would support her, help her, but when the moment came, she would be alone.
This was her own battle.
But she didn't choose it.
She had never wanted this, the Everafters, the detective work, the Scarlet Hand, the war.
She had made it perfectly clear that she didn't want to do it.
But did she?
What was it that had turned her decision around?
To help. To reunite. To fight for the freedom of humanity.
But she was one person. One powerless, juvenile human being.
What was it about her that made people think she could do it?
Grimm. All because of her name, she was forced into this not-so-fantastic world.
She slumped down the smooth wooden walls into a heap on the floor. She couldn't do it.
"This isn't the world I'm meant to be in..."
A single tear rolled down her cold cheek. This time, she didn't try to hold it in. There was no one here to disappoint, no one here to tease.
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He couldn't take it anymore. Her silent tears, her defeated murmurs. They were driving him crazy.
He carefully opened the door, not making a sound.
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I could hear him coming in, but I didn't bother to do anything. It was too late. He had probably heard me blubbering and muttering for the last hour, anyway.
He strode over to me.
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I picked her up in one swift motion, and carried her outside.
"What's the big idea?..." Her voice sounded sleepy. Slurring, even.
I snapped out my wings and flew over the forest, looking for a particular tree.
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I could really hate him sometimes.
He was probably about to go drop me in a pile of mud.
What he actually showed me was astonishing,
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We landed on a little hill, with a spectacular view of my little project.
I wanted to show her how powerful she really was.
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There was a massive tree.
But that wasn't what amazed me.
The tree had been split down the middle at a young age. The two halves had been curved together in the shape of a heart.
"What..."
He looked at me with those flecked green eyes of his.
"I found this tree when it was only a few metres high. It had been struck by a lightening bolt."
"Wait...then how did it survive?"
"I nurtured it"
I was in shock. He was the Trickster King. He played pranks. He attacked animals. And now he's telling me he has green fingers?
"I know I don't seem like a gardener, but this guy survived, didn't he?" He waved an arm in the vague direction of the tree. "I made it into this shape to show what it symbolises."
Wow. He could be deep sometimes.
"And what, exactly does it symbolise?"
"It symbolise the power of love. It was struck by a lightening bolt. Not its fault. But it was still put in the situation. It was hopeless. Then Yours Truly came along and gave it all it needed to survive. Love. I made it a metal splint, and gave it plenty of fertiliser-" Ugh, I don't want to know where he got THAT from "-and it's survived all this time. It still fought all the wind and rain itself. I just helped. You can see the difference, though"
I think I got it. I'm still fighting my own battles, but my family were there to nurture and care for me all the way through. Love. The miracle maker.
Then I remembered him.
"I never knew you were this kind of fairy"
He smiled.
"Well. There are a lot of things you don't know about me"
I wanted to thank him for this. I wanted to thank him for showing me I was never alone.
But words couldn't do it justice.
So I leaned in and kissed him.
Wow. Puck was a bit too OOC for my tastes. But it turned out alright.
