Title: With Love, Puck

Summary: Letters to Meghan. One-sided MeghanPuck.

Disclaimer: The Iron Fey series belongs to Julie Kagawa.


Hey, Princess.

Puck here. I know, I'm writing a letter. How lame can I get? But really, it's not like I'm ever gonna send this to you, right?

Do you remember that time when I brought you to the little glade with the pond and the fireflies? I do. I remember it as clearly as it was yesterday, even though that was nearly a year ago.

I remember how you looked when you saw the place. I actually had second thoughts about bringing you there – it's my place, after all. It's almost my home. But your face when you saw it erased all my doubts. I don't think you've ever looked so beautiful.

Of course, I teased you about it. It's my job, after all – tease Meghan, play best friend, etc. And you hit me. Naturally. But then you lay down, pulling me down with you, and we stargazed for hours before you fell asleep on the grass, beside me.

Truth? I nearly had a heart attack then. And it was also an eye opener for me – I had to stop lying to myself. I was in love with you, even then.

But I can't avoid it any more, princess. I always knew this time would come – just not so soon, y'know? I mean, you're only fifteen. Not a child any more, I know, but so young – too young to have to face Faery.

I can only hope that you'll take the Mistwine and forget all about the the crazy things that happened, like Angie. You're pure, princess, in heart and spirit, and I don't think I can bear for Faery to destroy all that. Even if it means never seeing you again.

Aw, now I'm getting way too sentimental. If you were reading this, princess, I bet you'd be laughing at me. Teasing me. Just like old times, when you were ignorant and we were happy and best friends forever, y'know?

I wish I could slow down time for you. But I can't you know? Tomorrow, you'll be turning sixteen, and (hopefully) taking the Mistwine, and forgetting about Faery, about me. But if it means keeping you pure and alive, princess, I don't mind. Much, anyway. Damn this not-being-able-to-lie thing.

Just remember, princess – I love you. Forever. No lies, no dancing around the truth – not that I could or would.

With Love, Puck.