OH MY GRAVY THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! you guys are much - awesome! Anyways, thank you for reviewing, its really appreciated by me. So, i decided to write in pucks POV too, and I hope its not OOC.
anyways, i hope this update was fast enough. im pretty sure i forgot to tell u something... just cant think of anything. oh well... not important i guess.
anyways, first part is pucks pov,,, hehe, *rubs hands together and gets a devilish grin
i have lots of tricks up my sleeve! :{) Review please, thank you!
PUCK POV
Puck sighed for the umpteenth time. Grimm was explaining the "scary" events that had happened in the household the past few days to her Uncle Jake.
It was, in a way, seriously the most boring thing Puck had ever heard all day. And it didn't help that Marshmallow, at every dramatic pause Grimm made, would always shout out "That is so Rackle Shplackle!"
Finally, Puck got fed up. "Okay, I'm going outside," He jabbed his thumb towards the door, but nobody paid much attention. He left wordlessly into the yard.
It was a wrong mistake. Peter Pan was lecturing the Lost Boy's, who were squirming around and twiddling their thumbs in boredom.
Puck grunted and, immensely irritated, left the yard and went into the forest towards his toilet throne. All the while he kept anticipating about what he had said to Grimm earlier in the morning. He had made up a lame excuse to cover up the truth of how he actually 'cared' about her, and her facial expression had showed that she hadn't believed one thing he had said,
"Ugh, i seriously messed up," Puck unfurled his wings, flying over to a high branch and sitting on top of it.
"Messed up in what?" It was Daphne, who crawled out from a bush.
"Where did you come from?" Puck said in shock, descending down and landing two feet away from Daphne.
"I followed you," She said simply.
"And...Why did you follow me?" Puck raised his brow expectantly.
"Well, duh! I wanted to talk to you about something!" Daphne planted her hands on her hips, looking ridiculously like a wannabe grownup; which was true.
Puck grinned. Sometimes Marshmallow was just too hilarious.
"It's about you and Sabrina," Daphne added.
"What would you possibly want to discuss about me and smelly Grimm?" Puck cried out nervously. Did Marshmallow find out about that...Kiss? Argh, I should have kissed one of the chimpanzees instead! He thought, disgusted with his self.
"Well, why don't you two just admit you guys are both in love with each other?" Daphne plopped down on the ground.
"W-what? She – me? In love!" Puck could feel his face heat up, as well as the tip of his ears.
"Isn't it obvious?" Daphne rolled her eyes, grinning. (She had started rolling her eyes a lot lately.)
"Why don't you just go back inside and – do something else?" Puck was still blushing.
"Oh, please, that's bo-ring."
"Well – I don't like her!"
"So why do you always show off in front of her? Always prank her? Always try to get her attention only? Why do you always enjoy insulting her? I'm surprised you guys didn't kiss yet! Well, actually, except when Sabrina kissed you when you ate a poisoned apple. But that was a whole different story." Daphne babbled on.
At the mention of kissing Grimm, Puck's blush deepened and he was sure his face was red as a tomato.
"Oh My Gravy! You two kissed and never told me?" Daphne caught Puck's blush and squealed in delight.
"Go bother your sister about this or something!" Puck was now officially pleading, and he, as much as he hated to admit it, felt like a coward.
"I did," The Marshmallow said wryly. "But she denied being in love with you,"
"How could she not love someone as awesome and fabulous as me?" Puck couldn't help puffing out his chest in pride, but he felt a bit uneasy too. Grimm didn't love him?
"Actually, I'm pretty sure she is in love with you. I have proof; for one thing, when you had eaten the poisoned apple, only the person who was in love with you can wake you up with a kiss. Sabrina kissed you, and you woke up. That means, she was in love with you," Daphne was beaming with pride at her reasonable explanation.
"Ha, I knew she couldn't resist me!" Puck suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over him.
"But I'm pretty sure you're in love with her too," Daphne smiled slyly, a twinkle in her eye.
"What are you? Some kind of a love expert or something?" Puck demanded, trying to avoid the upcoming question that he knew Daphne was soon going to bring up.
"No, but I do know this," Daphne's face turned deadly serious. "If neither of you gather up your courage and admit you love each other, you guys will never be together."
"But she won't listen!" Puck blushed when he said that. Oh, great. He thought miserably. Now it's just going to confirm the Marshmallows suspicions of me and Grimm being in 'love' with each other or something.
"Aha!" Daphne pointed an accusing finger at him, and he merely shrank back.
"You ARE in love with her! You just confirmed it!" Daphne stood up and did a brief jig.
Relax, you're the Trickster king, You can overcome any embarrassment, Puck reminded himself. "Well Marshmallow, I would never fall in love with her, even if I'm growing up with this – this puberty virus she has given me; She's just so ugly, she would make a freight train take a dirt road," Puck tried to get back to his cockiness. The truth was, he just didn't know if he even trusted his feelings for Grimm. Did he like her? No! Well – maybe, No – he didn't know! Did he love her? He wasn't going to answer that.
"Someday, Puck, you'll find yourself and wish you hadn't," Daphne shook her head.
The way Daphne said it reminded Puck of an owl. A nosy, wise owl.
With his wings still fluttering vigorously, he rose upwards and attempted to fly away; but Daphne's words made him falter a little.
"Puck! You know you love her and you know you have to admit it someday."
And with those last words ringing in his ears, Puck flew off furiously. How dare anyone tell him that he was in love with someone he wasn't in love with?
But then again, the Marshmallow did have a point... Puck thought, his face reddening. I can't believe every time I think of stupid Grimm it makes me blush, Puck envied his younger self. He wanted to go back into rolling in the mud and pranking anyone in his way without a care in the world. He wanted to go back to being a villain. But there was no turning back. Sabrina Grimm had made him a hero, her hero. He had started aging, and he hated it that it was for Grimm he was aging for.
He had found out a few days ago that he had grown taller than Grimm, and that sort of made him proud to be towering over her just by two or three inches.
But still. Life had been good when he could just act like himself and not get a girl's attention that he might like. Or maybe have a crush on. Oh whatever! Puck shook his head. He now knew he couldn't face Grimm without his face turning red as a fire engine.
He flew back inside from an open window and went inside his room, unnoticed.
Sabrina's POV
"– So we need you to help us destroy the evil fairy, Lagree." Sabrina was saying to Uncle Jake. (She left out the part of her dream, thinking it wasn't important) She concluded her story with a "That's it."
Just as she sat down on a chair, Daphne came in, grinning as if she had just gotten the world's largest birthday present.
"What are you so happy about?" Sabrina raised a brow, but Daphne was already upstairs and didn't turn back to give a response. Sabrina didn't even know when Daphne had excused herself a while ago when she was telling her Uncle Jake the whole story. Come to think of it, she thought, looking around. Puck's not here either. She shrugged the thought off and listened to her Uncle Jake.
"Let me see the story first. I think I know what we can do. But first, I need to make sure the items that are used in the story are right." Uncle Jake riffled through the piles of books that were stacked high on a little coffee table.
"It's here," Sabrina handed her Uncle the book, the one with the title that read: Fairer – than – a- fairy. It had been resting on a pile of old and crumpled papers.
Her Uncle took it graciously and flipped through the pages, finally landing on something important and pointing his finger at it.
Sabrina took a sharp intake of breath and looked at what her Uncle was pointing at:
Lagree, as said, had only one protruding eye and one tooth left, which she stored every night in two glass vials. She kept them in Fairer – than – a – fairy's room for keepsake, telling the young princess to keep it safe or there would be consequences. The princess kept them safe every day, even whilst talking to Prince Rainbow, who appeared everyday by the sun's rays and the waters ripples. Alas, it is said that Lagree values her only tooth left and her one eye, which the princess had to take care of wisely and carefully if she wanted to avoid the wrath of Lagree.
Sabrina stopped reading and gave her Uncle a questioning look.
"What did it say?" Henry moved between Sabrina and Uncle Jake, scanning the page Sabrina had just read moments ago.
"Well, you're already reading it, so why not find out for yourself?" Uncle Jake said in a teasing tone, getting an irritated glance from Henry while he was still reading the paragraph.
The other members of the family waited eagerly, Pinocchio muttering incoherent words under his breath every few seconds.
As everyone started getting a bit impatient and uneasy, they began to question Henry.
Sabrina shut their voices out of her mind and began considering her options. Were the important items the two glass vials in which the evil fairy kept her eye and her tooth in at night?
She shuddered at how disgusted and on the rage of puking the princess must have felt at having to keep those two glass bottles close by her at night.
She was interrupted by her Uncle's question that was directed at her. She shook her head and looked up at her Uncle. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I said, do you have a suspicion of what the important items are in this story that we need to get a hold of?"
"The two glass vials?" Sabrina squirmed under every ones intense gaze on her.
"Exactly," Uncle Jake nodded approvingly and turned to the others. "You see, my opinion is that we should try to destroy those two glass bottles whilst Lagree's one eye and one tooth are still in there.
If those two bottles are eliminated, the fairy won't be able to see thereafter, let alone ever attempt to bite into an apple again."
"And... How will this help our situation?" Henry raised his brow.
"Wait a sec, Hank, I'm not done yet." Uncle Jake thumbed through the pages again, finally stopping.
"If one shall break the two glass vials of Lagree, some powerful magic that is possessed by her will rub off and she will not be a powerful fairy once again, left with only minor magic that could be defeated easily." He read out aloud.
Sabrina thought hard. Was it that easy? Did they just have to eradicate the two glass bottles and their family would be safe from the evil fairy? But when there were any situations that were related to Everafters that seemed easy, they would always have some kind of a complicated side- affect.
Sabrina balled her hands into fists until her knuckles turned white as milk, relinquishing a fierce look of determination. Whatever the dangers were, she was going to fight back and earn victory. No matter how long it would take, she'd do anything to protect her family. She couldn't bear the thought of losing a family member, never mind a friend.
Her thoughts flitted back to the day when Mr. Seven had just gotten married with the love of his life, Morgan Le Fay; but he had gotten a sword right through his stomach by one of the Scarlet hand members.
Sabrina's stomach knotted and she sulked as everyone else around her began to discuss the plans. She was not letting anyone she loved to die. That included Puck, whether she loved him or not. But it was sort of obvious for everyone that she was in love with the boy fairy, what with the poisoned apple situation.
Mr. Canis, who had been remaining silent for most of the family's discussion, excused himself to go and meditate in his room. Just as he was making his way upstairs, he turned back a little and gave Sabrina a smile that, if you looked hard, meant that he did care. "Everything will be fine," He whispered as he resumed hobbling upstairs to his bedroom.
Right after Mr. Canis's departure, Red came and stood beside Sabrina, looking around silently.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come to visit you in the morning, I was busy meditating with Mr. Canis and I forgot all about it!" Red said softly, her voice barely obscured by everyone else's chatter.
"It's okay, I guess." Sabrina didn't know what else to say. It was awkward talking with a girl that had previously tried to kill her family. Don't think about that! Her voice snapped inside her head.
"I like your red shirt," Sabrina commented, jutting her chin towards the little girls t-shirt. It was, actually, pretty nice looking. It was a baby doll top, the color of ripe strawberries and glittery sequins hemmed on the neckline. The top had been matched up with a pair of red leggings that had belonged to Daphne.
"Thanks!" Red beamed, pleased with the comment.
Puck's POV
Puck had just been about to plan out the morning prank for Sabrina when the door of his room opened. Please, please, don't let it be smelly Grimm, He thought, taking a peek behind him.
What he saw made him furious. "What are you doing here!" He demanded to the red headed boy with the green tights. Tinkerbell was with him, fluttering around and spreading that horrifying pixie dust around her. Puck wanted to swat her away with a flick of his hand, but held back, annoyed.
"What's gotten your tightie – whities in a mess?" Peter Pan smiled broadly, looking around him in awe.
"I should be saying that to you," Puck muttered, scowling at Peter, noticing the boy had gotten rid of the beige Capri's and was now wearing green tights – again.
"Cool! There's an ice – cream truck too!" Peter Pan exclaimed gleefully, running over to it.
"Hey, who said you could be here? Get out of my room – NOW!" Puck demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Peter.
"The Granny you call "Old lady" told me to stay in this room for the night." Peter shrugged. He poked his finger at the sleeping kangaroo in the boxing ring, who opened one eye and tried to swat at Peter.
Puck glared at him. The old loser was such a pain. I'd like to stuff his face inside the toilet and give him a swirly, or just flush him down the drain and never see the boy in tights ever again, Puck thought as an idea formed in his head.
He rubbed his hands together, a devilish look coming on his face. If Peter stays, I'll be free to prank the Dunderheaded – idiotic – nincompoop- jerk – meatball brained loser.
"Okay, you can stay," Puck grinned mischievously.
Peter looked at him suspiciously, but then let out an annoying hoot of laughter, soaring up to the sky and rocketing down again.
"But you sleep on the floor," Puck crossed his arms.
"What? No way!" Peter said in horror. Tinkerbell equally gave a look of horror, her blonde bun bouncing.
"The floor," Puck repeated, giving Peter an icy glare. For once, the boy listened.
Later at night, at about five in the morning, Puck awoke with an idea bubbling inside of his head, just ready to burst.
First, he made a concoction in a bowl that contained of frogs insides, expired soy milk, poison Ivy, a dead skunk that had been squashed under a giant, goat droppings, spam, Elvis's boogers (which had been so hard to get, Puck almost gave up – almost) and lastly, a cup of water from the toilet bowl.
He mixed this all up with a big stick, not bothering to get a spoon.
Soon, he laid out a trap; Peter would step on an almost invisible string that was laid by his feet, which was attached to a construction that would make the goop on him.
Then, Puck started making the prank for Sabrina. He got out a balloon and drew an ugly, witch-like face and sprayed on a smelly stench onto the plastic balloon.
He then tiptoed out of his room and went into the room across the hall from his.
Puck tiptoed over to Sabrina, who was slumbering peacefully. Her blond hair lay open, and she had her blanket until her knees, since it was only summer and it was a bit humid in the room.
Just looking at her made Puck blush. He remembered his conversation with the Marshmallow, but he quickly wiped that thought out of his mind and started hanging a string onto the ceiling, with the balloon attached at the bottom of the string; so when Grimm woke up, the balloon would be right in her face. He snickered loudly at the thought of her horrified face once she realised that it was a prank.
Red and Daphne slept on the other mattress, both of them breathing softly in rhythm, and Puck hoped that Sabrina would wake up first.
Grimm's sudden voice made him snap out of his thoughts. Her eyes were still closed, but she was mumbling something in her sleep.
"No, what do you want from me?" She whispered in her sleep. "I'll never help you, Lagree," She moaned softly, turning on her other side. Luckily, her eyes were still closed and she was still asleep.
Puck didn't realise it until now that he had been holding his breath. He let it out slowly. Hadn't Lagree been the old hag Sabrina and her family had been talking about? He reconsidered his prank, debating whether he should take it off or not.
Nah, he thought, grinning.
kk, hope you would like it. i am not forcing u to review, but please do, it would keep my lazy butt off the floor and make me want to write more!
and it was sooooo much fun writing on pucks POV! i was like, so happy writing it in his point of view. i think i might do a whole story about him...should i?
