So hey. I needed to write this, and I turned out pretty happy with it.

Disclaimer (Yoda style!): Not mine, The Sisters Grimm is.

Alrighty here ya go!

(P.S. I know it's a Moth-oriented chapter, but I think it's pretty cool. Like a redemption thing.)


Moth was born believing in happy endings, mainly for herself. Why not? She had pretty much every reason to believe that she was going to live a long and happy life. She was perfect. What could possibly go wrong?

She was a fairy. The so-called "mythical" creatures of peace, love, and beauty. She had amazing pink wings- her favorite color. Flying was as easy as walking, but ten times more fun. What human wouldn't give anything to be her, soaring through the skies like she owned them. Someday, her mother told her, she would.

It was already one thing to be a fairy, but Moth was a pretty good looking one. At a young age, people would always say to her mother "What a beautiful baby you have!", something she always took for granted. She would dress up in the most exquisite dresses, and believed that if all else failed, she would have her looks to get her through. Someday, he mother told her, you'll be able to get anyone you want.

Little did her mother know, Moth had already found him. She and her mother were family friends with the royal family of Faerie, and they had two boys of their own. The oldest was a blond haired boy named Puck. She was playing princess, putting on crowns and royal jewelry (Titania loved Moth like a daughter, and didn't mind her playing), when she saw him from her bedroom window. There he sat, in his six year old glory, the future king of her world. Though she was still a kid, she knew that she loved this boy, and he was hers.

She spent an endless amount of years trying to get this boy's attention. After all, if you loved someone, you have to go after them, right? Even better was the fact that when they got married and lived their 'happily ever after', she would be the queen of her world. When he decided to stop aging at 11, so did she, saying that she'd wait for him forever. But despite her countless attempts, he still didn't seem to return her feeling. Time and time again he would refuse to play with her, hold her hand and whatnot, but she couldn't figure out why. Someday, her mother said to her, you'll get him.

Then came the day. Her mother told her that she and Oberon, Puck's father, had arranged for them to be married. Oh, how she was excited! All her dreams were coming true. The only problem was Puck. A small nagging voice in the back of her head (one that she usually chose to ignore) kept asking her, "What if he says no?". It didn't matter anyways. It's not like he could back out or anything, and eventually he would see that she was her true match.

The day he was told, Puck was angry. He yelled, protested, said that he didn't want to be king. Worse, he refused to marry her. Moth wanted to cry. Why was he so opposed to her? Was the really something wrong with her? She didn't get a chance to ask.

If she had learned anything during her time in the palace, it's that you don't disagree with Oberon. You most certainly don't yell at him, either. Though she felt that it was a big overreaction on his part, there was no objection when Puck was banished from Faerie.

The years without him were the hardest years of her life. Oberon got increasingly tougher, Faerie was falling, her mother died, and all of Moth's happy endings fell one by one. She couldn't even imagine how things could ever get better. Then, after much to long, the rightful King returned.

He was put in the healing vessel, and Moth knew that they would be together, no matter what got in her way. She killed off Oberon, who was opposed to Puck coming back, and put the blame on Cobweb. All that was left was the Grimm girl. His majesty wouldn't mind, it's not like he cared for her or anything (so what if he chose her as his protector, that didn't mean anything).

Apparently he did. And also, apparently killing people, namely the king of Faerie, could get her into some trouble. She was said to be crazy (of course not), maniacal (maybe a little...), and a murderer. They sent her to jail. She was condemned to never seeing life outside her cell, and Puck left with that girl. The thing was, she wasn't crazy. Maybe a little blinded by love, but certainly not crazy. When Puck left for Ferryport landing, there was something in his face that Moth had never seen there before. Love.

At that moment, Moth knew that she had lost, knew that the would be no happy ending, no happiness at all, and she gave up. She finally realized that what she did was wrong, and was ready to pay for it, even if it took the rest of here existence.

This, of course, left Puck's younger but older (he was born last, but took on an older appearance) brother, Mustardseed, to be king of Faerie. He was never someone that Moth noticed, even during Puck's banishment. It wasn't until she noticed the changes in Faerie that she noticed the boy that was making them. She remembered the day, months after her imprisonment, that the new king came to visit her...


A torn and dejected Moth was sitting in her cell, sitting with her knees pulled close to her. It seemed that she hadn't any tears to cry (she hadn't since she was put in here). She desperately wanted to scream. She wanted everyone to know how sorry she was, how much she regretted everything she did, but no one was there to listen. Suddenly, the door opened. A guard was standing at her cell entry.

"The king wants to see you," he said.

Wide-eyed, Moth looked up. "Really?" she half-croaked. It had been so long since she had used her voice, she realized.

The guard nodded, and, cuffing her, he led her out. He led her down a series of hallways, until finally, stopping in front of a small room. Opening the door, he motioned for her to go in. The room was sparsely furnitured but was elegant nonetheless, with a small window and a couch.

She then saw him, sitting on the couch. Mustardseed really didn't look that much different then before, but somehow, more mature, and with a sense of wisdom. His blue eyes seemed brighter then before (if it was even possible), and his lips showed a hint of a smile.

"Uncuff her," he said, his voice clear

"But, your highness," the guard started.

"She is no danger to me. Right Moth?" he looked at her. Perplexed that someone was actually trusting her, she nodded quickly.

Reluctantly, the guard released her bindings, and she rubbed her sore wrists, still eyeing the boy skeptically.

"Now leave us," He said to the guard. Nodding, he left the room. Mustardseed smiled slightly at the look on Moth's face. "Hey, Moth," he said. "You look terrible."

Despite, well, everything, Moth laughed at the normalcy of his tone. Then, looking around for a mirror, she replied. "Yes, well, it seems prison does that to you. If I knew it would be so damaging to my beauty, I probably wouldn't have killed your father in the first place." she said, then stopped dead, turning to face him.

Surprisingly, Mustardseed's face didn't falter. His almost smile grew into a small one, and he raised an eyebrow. "Really, now? Makes you think, doesn't it?"

Moth looked deep into his eyes, her face finally showing all the regret she had been carrying. "I'm so sorry, Mustardseed, I hadn't intended for everything to work out this way. I know he was your father, and-," he raised a hand to cut her off.

"Don't," he said. "You are already forgiven."

Moth stared at him, even more shock apparent on her face. "But how could you? I killed a man! Your father, nonetheless! The king of Faerie! How could you not hate me? How could anyone? I'm-I'm a..." and she finally lost it.

She had no idea that she was progressively walking toward him, during her speech. Breaking down, tears streaming down her face, she collapsed, falling right into his arms.

"Shh, shh," he soothed, stroking her hair (he really didn't know what else to do) "It's okay,"

"No, it's not," she argued miserably, still weeping.

They stayed like that for some time, when finally, the tears slowed, then stopped. She looked up at him, embarrassed. He was the king, after all, and she probably ruined his shirt. Blushing slightly, she removed herself from her position almost completely on top of him. "Sorry about that, your majesty." she said, bowing her head. "I don't know what came over me. I really am sorry, you know."

Chuckling slightly, he looked at her. "I know," he said. "I knew it from the moment I saw your face when you heard that Puck would be returning to Ferryport Landing. I knew how badly you regretted your actions. That's why I've been asking to let you go." he made a sour face. "Apparently, they needed a little more convincing argument than that. So I fought for you." he smiled. "I came here to tell you that you shall be released from prison in couple of months. You shall be free."

Moth's eyes widened in shock and, for the first time in months, maybe even longer, she had a genuine smile on her face. "Really? Thank you, your majesty!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

"Call me Mustardseed," he said, returning the hug. Not letting go, he smiled at her. "I must go now. I would like to visit you sometime, if that's okay with you." he said, surprisingly looking anxious, something Moth had never seen on him before.

At this, she laughed. "Of course I don't mind! Thank you again, your- Mustardseed." she corrected herself. He leaned down, kissing her forehead, and let go of her, walking away. He paused at the door.

"See you later." he said, blue eyes sparkling.

"You too,"


He did visit, often, since then. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they just sat, enjoying each other's company. He told her what it was like to be king, and all the stresses that came with it, and she would listen. Each time he came, he would look considerably brighter, and Moth was glad that she could help him. She found herself missing him when they weren't together and thinking about him often.

Finally, she was released, and he was there, waiting for her. He took her around the new kingdom, and she was surprised at how much things had improved.

Looking down at their hands, closely intertwined, and back up to his face, the smile now always present, she realized that maybe, just maybe, there could be a happy ending for her (for them) after all.

FIN


So there it is. Like I said, I really like how that turned out. I'm trying to write a couple of Mustardseed stories (upon request of a certain friend of mine), and I needed to write this to get in his mindset or something like that.

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