Be Mine- a Sisters Grimm Fianfic

by blubir359

It's Valentines Day in the Grimm household, and love is in the air. When Mustardseed comes for a visit, Daphne is head-over-heels. Meanwhile, Puck is deciding the best way to tell Sabrina how he feels about her without messing up. This is my first fanfic, so no flames please!

Sabrina: 14

Puck: 14 (well, actually thousands of years old, and the same goes for Mustardseed, but they LOOK like 14 and 11)

Daphne: 10

Mustardseed: 11

-Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own The Sisters Grimm. Michel Buckley does.

~Sabrina's P.O.V.~

Sunlight streamed through the window as I opened my eyes.

It was a bright Friday - wait, Saturday! The weekend was FINALLY here!

I tore off the blanket and jumped out of bed.

Wait a second... I thought in midair.

I expected something about now.

My feet landed on something gooey. THERE it was.

I sat down on my bed and checked the bottom of my left foot. Nothing.

The right had a sticky greenish substance.

'Ugh,' I thought as I pulled the stuff off in vain.

In the end, I gave up and walked downstairs for breakfast.

As my right foot touched the ground, I heard an annoying squeaking sound.

Confused, I took another step. My left foot was silent as ever, but my right made another defiant squeak.

I sighed.

'Time to make a fool of myself.' I thought.

Step, squeak, step, squeak, step, squeak...

I walked into the dining room to see everyone already seated. The only chair open was the chair next to Puck.

Reluctantly, I sat down in the empty chair, making sure to scoot as far away as possible from him.

Puck grinned, his green eyes flashing.

"Hey Ugly," he smirked.

Puck didn't know this, but every time he insulted me, it hurt. It was a very small pain, but pain nonetheless.

"Did you," Puck continued. "Have a, erm, squeaky morning?"

I clenched my jaw.

"You try that again, Fairy Boy, and you're gonna need a dentist."

"You are but a speck to the Trickster King."

"I think the Trickster King deserves to be a speck."

I was about to let out a right hook when Uncle Jake held me back. Mr. Canis had his arms firmly around Puck, trying to prevent further violence.

"Lieblings," Granny Relda said firmly. "Nobody can have any peace and quiet with you arguing. Please promise not to fight this weekend."

"But Old Lady -" Puck began.

"No buts, Puck. I said no fighting. No yelling, no pranking. Just this weekend."

I knew I couldn't escape the few times Granny got angry.

I sighed. "Okay," I grumbled, crossing my arms. "But I can't promise barf-brain over here will do the same."

"I promise, but I can't promise Ugly will keep her promise."

I glared at Puck.

Puck smirked at me.

"Stupid."

"Disgusting."

"Smelly."

"Slow."

"STOP IT!"

Puck and I whirled around to see a seething mad Granny Relda.

"I SAID STOP ARGUING!"

"Okay," Puck and I mumbled, our heads down.

"Good," Granny smiled.

"Hey, Sabrina, you gonna eat that?" asked Daphne. She had finished her own breakfast and was eyeing mine.

"You have it. I'm not hungry."

I pushed my squid pancakes in blue syrup to my sister. Granny usually made unappetizing meals, but this one was by far one of the worst. Surprisingly, Daphne loved Granny's food and today was no different.

RING! RING! The doorbell echoed throughout the large house.

"I'll get it."

Mr. Canis stood up and walked from the room.

Three minutes later, Mr. Canis returned. He bent down and whispered something in Granny Relda's ear. With every word her smile grew.

She stood up.

"Lieblings," Granny announced, "Muststardseed is here and will be staying for the weekend!"