A/N: Hey. So, I'm fixing my 100 word challenge. I'm changing it. Instead, I've done ten drabbles for each character, each a power of ten, up to 100 words.
Words-10
He thinks maybe it's time to grow up. Like her.
Words-20
Why on earth was she charging into an abandoned looney bin alone? And why on earth was he following her?
Words-30
Rage was definitely her colour. There was a murderous glint in her eyes, and he just couldn't get enough of it.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, PUCK!"
Ah, love.
Words-40
He hates her. Obviously. He hates her, and they will be enemies forever. He'll keep doing dumb stuff and she'll keep yelling at him. That's the way he likes it. But it's alright he thinks she has pretty eyes. Right?
Words-50
When it rained, he second-guessed himself the most. Does he regret his rebellion? Would he take it all back, and live a life of luxury? The blonde boy huddled under a park bench shivers, though he isn't cold. He can't be cold, really. But he can definitely be wet.
Words-60
She is an ember to him. Keeping him burning, giving him hope, bringing him warmth and light. So when the sword plunges through her middle, and the ember is extinguished, he does not go out. Like water on the fire, a great puff of steam billows up from where the ember died. He roars with rage, and charges in battle.
Words-70
He was sobbing. He was crying on the floor, because sometimes life was too unfair. Why was everything he loved taken away from him? But vengeance would be done, he swore it. Such a crime would not go unpunished, or his name wasn't Puck Goodfellow! She who had dealt such a disgusting murder would be vanquished.
Sabrina rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Fine. I'm sorry for eating the last cookie."
Words-80
He falls the ground, no longer able to feel the knife. Faces swim in and out of view, but all he can focus on is her. Tears are slipping down her cheeks, and he swears to kill whoever made her cry. Then he realises it him; she is crying for him. He has to kill himself then, according to his previous thought. But he's dying anyway, so it's impossible. He laughs weakly at his own hysterical humour.
"Don't cry, Sabrina."
Words-90
He plans for weeks. Mustardseed, Titania, Veronica, Daphne, even Jake are all involved in his grand gesture. Day and night, he plans out the perfect colour scheme, setting, speech, music, all with five other people screaming at him. But it's worth it, because everything will be perfect, and when he asks her to marry him, she will cry and say yes. The night before, Puck can't keep still as he and Sabrina go to bed. Then, when he kisses her goodnight, Sabrina looks over.
"Hey Puck, wanna get married?"
"WHAT?!"
Words-100
Maybe giving up his youth had been hard, but look at where he was was today. The woman next to him cooed meaningless things to a baby swaddled in a blue blanket, who gurgled up at her. A warm, fizzy sort of feeling welled up in his chest, and if anyone asked, he would've blamed it on the flute of champagne in his hand. Puck pressed a kiss to his wife's temple, and she looked up at him in surprise.
"What was that for?" Sabrina teased with a smile.
"Oh, just because." He said, and hummed happily.
Life was good.
See? There's my 100 words. 80 was absolutely thrilling to write. I think it's one of my favourite things I've ever written. Don't you guys just love when you manage to capture something exactly like you want it? Review, please.
