This is from once upon a crime, but I like them being older so they're going to be 16.
Moth was hovering over her in a way she would have found extremely uncomfortable if she hadn't been dying. She was going on and on about her plan to marry Puck and rule the whole world. Couldn't she just let me die in peace? That's when I heard the ripping and saw Puck emerge from his cocoon. My lips twitched into a slight smile that I had gotten to see him again before the end came. Puck wacked Moth in the back of the head with I-don't-know-what, but she would definitely be out for a while.
"Sabrina? Listen to me. You're going to be okay," He said and lifted me from the ground. He smelled disgusting, worse than usual, because of his cocoon, but it was nice to be in his arms. My eye lids were heavy and they began to flutter. Puck was saying something, but I couldn't tell what it was. It was like he was miles away from me. I tried to focus on his voice, but then the darkness swallowed me.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up the first thing I noticed was that my body felt heavy. I couldn't move my limbs as easily as I thought I should have been able to. Maybe that's what it's like to be dead, I thought. Then I opened my eyes and realized that I was not indeed dead, but very much alive. I was in the hotel room we had rented while in New York. There was only one other person in the room, Puck. He was sleeping beside me on the bed curled up in a tight ball. Growing a new pair of wings must be exhausting.
"Puck?" I whispered and surprisingly his eyes popped open, startling me a little.
"Sabrina! How are you feeling?" He reached over and brushed a piece of hair out of my face.
"You saved me," I said softly. I still didn't feel like I had a lot of energy.
"Again," Puck added proudly with a smirk. A small smile slipped onto my face, but it fell when I remembered Moth saying that Puck would have to stay in New York to rule his kingdom.
"What?" He asked.
"Are you going to stay in New York?" I asked.
"Do you want me to stay here," He asked and I debated telling him the truth. I wanted him to come home with us, but I didn't want to pressure him into something then being unhappy. He wouldn't be able to leave Ferryport Landing once he entered it again.
"I want you to come back with us, but I also want you to be happy," I said.
"Ruling my father's kingdom won't make me happy. You know what will make me happy? Pulling pranks on you," He said and I smiled because I knew he was really saying that I made him happy. My eyes began to flutter closed again and Puck scooted closer to me so his arms were wrapped around me and I was incredibly grateful that he smelt like hotel soap instead of that gross cocoon.