And yet another Puck and Sabrina story, sorry I know I should write more about the other characters but these are so much easier to do. I know I also haven't updated in a while sorry, I ran out of ideas and I had to skim some other stories to get inspiration. Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy it.

Bullseye

Puck's decided to take archery. Well not decided, per say, more like he was offered a challenge by Mustardseed. If Puck can score a perfect bullseye which isn't a fluke shot, Mustardseed will try and persuade Titania to lay off Puck's absence from the kingdom for a few more years. Plus, he may or not have insulted Puck's shooting skills and wounded his inflated pride. Puck accepted, figuring that if he can fight with a sword, what's a stringed stick and some sharper sticks going to do?

I mean, he'll never use it (who needs to shoot when they have wings?), but it's a hobby and everyone's happy because that means they can wake up in the morning and not wonder about whether their slippers are filled with goo or not. Surprisingly, he actually put a lot of effort into it, spending what seems like every day practicing.

The only problem? He sucks. A lot.

It's almost pitiful to watch him try, to watch him fire arrow after arrow after imprecise arrow and see him completely impale the tree standing two metres to the right of his target. And to the left of his target. And once, even above his target.

So one day Sabrina sighs and straps on her shoes to help him, to see if she can maybe manage to get the arrow within a one metre radius of the bullseye.

...

"Is there an invisible stand here that I don't know about?"

Puck lowered his bow and glared at her "What?"

"Is your goal to try and completely miss the red circle over there?"

"Why are you here Grimm?" he sighed, turning away.

Sabrina frowned. Wow. He's more annoyed than I thought. "I'm here to help you."

"I don't need your help." he replied flatly

"Really?"

"Really."

"Hit the target and I'll admit you don't need my help."

"Why should I?"

"To prove your point."

"I don't need to prove my point."

"Just shoot the arrow Puck."

"No."

"Shoot it."

"No!"

"Shoot it!"

"No!"

"Shoot!"

"Fine!"

In one rushed, broken movement he raised the bow and fired. The arrow went wide and, grimacing, Puck turned back to Sabrina.

"Ok yes I can't shoot!"

"Exactly. Which is why I'm here."

He snorted. "Oh really? And what are you going to do?"

And so the lessons began...

...

"Back straight. Feet flat on the ground. You're slouching a bit when you're aiming and it weakens your draw." She walked over to him, placing her hands on his stomach and back and straightening him up. She didn't seem to notice the barely-visible hint of red in his cheeks, and stepped back.

"Good." She nodded. "Use your shoulder and upper back muscles to pull. It makes it easier for you to keep the arrow steady and gives you more power." She put her hands on his back and showed him which muscles to tighten and which to loosen, when and how to move them. "Stop tensing your shoulders so much. Keep them relaxed." She rubbed his shoulders, kneading into the muscle with her fingertips, and he sighed. Slowly, he felt himself unwind a little, and his grip slacked a little, the arrowhead pointing downwards a little, and she said quietly "Ok. Fire."

He did, and the arrow flew off, whistling in the air. It slammed into the target with a loud thunk, piercing the middle of the uppermost ring, and Sabrina nodded.

"You actually hit the target this time." she said, "that's surprising. I didn't expect you to improve so fast." She shrugged. "Probably beginner's luck. Keep practicing."

...

"Man you suck at aiming. All you're doing is lining up the arrow and letting go."

"How insulting," Puck said dryly "mind telling me how to fix it?"

"Imagine the actual flight of the arrow, so that way you'll be able to predict for things like shaking hands and shaft bending."

Puck grunted and, closing one eye, he carefully adjusted his aim just the slightest bit. Releasing his grip, there was a satisfying twang as the bowstring shot back, and the arrow launched off, biting sightly closer to the centre.

"Better," Sabrina said "keep practicing."

...

This continued for several weeks, with Puck inching closer and closer to that tantalising red dot in the middle, but no matter how hard he tried he never managed to actually pierce that small spot of colour. Many times he would hit just above it, or just below it, but at the last second his aim always failed him, and it wouldn't hit. Sabrina tried to help him, observing from a distance, correcting his flaws, inspecting the equipment to make sure they weren't faulty. But they weren't, and everything else was correct, so what was wrong?

Finally though, she saw the problem, and strolled up to him.

"I know what's wrong." She said

"What?" Puck said, as yet another arrow missed, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "What am I doing wrong?"

"You're still too tense."

"No way. I'm super relaxed."

"No you're not. Here, I'll show you. Draw the bow but don't actually shoot." He did, sliding the arrow back til his thumb was resting beneath his chin. Sabrina walked around him, peering closely at his back, neck, and shoulder, probing gently with her fingers.

"Here." she concluded finally, after several minutes of inspection, and placed her fingertips on the muscles extending down his neck and into his shoulders. "You're still tense. The rest of you is relaxed, but this part is still tight, and it's ruining your shot." She started massaging them, working as far as she could without hurting him, and slowly she felt his his shoulders lower just the slightest fraction. "Ok. Fire."

There was a loud crack, the arrow hit, and the target shuddered. They looked. The centre remained unpierced, instead there was a long projectile protruding just to the right of it. They both sighed. "I don't get it," Sabrina muttered "everything else is correct. This doesn't make any sense."

"Well think." Puck said curtly "There's got to be something wrong."

"Thank you for your helpful input Puck," she retorted "now be quiet." A few silent minutes passed, punctuated by several head shakes and thumb twiddles, while Puck plucked the arrow from the stand. Finally, Sabrina said "Ok I have an idea. But first shoot an arrow."

Frowning, Puck drew an arrow from his quiver and took aim, firing with a twitch of his jaw. The result was the same as before, but this time Sabrina make a noise of understanding, and tapped Puck on the shoulder. "I think I know what's wrong." she started "It's still tension, but instead of being physical it's mental." She paused here, to collect her thoughts. "Your body's relaxed but you're uh... how do I put this... you're thinking too much, for once. You're worrying about you constant failures in archery, and it's making you go off-centre."

"That was both blunt and rude."

"It was also true."

"Whatever. Well anyway, how am I supposed to calm down?"

"That's the problem. You won't, unless you get that shot, and the only thing preventing you from getting that shot is the fact that you can't calm down."

She lapsed into thoughtful silence. Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

"How badly do you want this shot?" She asked.

"Uh pretty badly. Why?"

"I have an idea."

"What's the idea?"

"Hold on a minute. I want to know something. If I tell you, what do I get in return?"

"What do you want in return?"

"A month without pranking."

"A week."

"Three weeks."

"Two weeks. Tops."

"Deal." She took a deep breath. "Ok so my idea was that I kiss you."

Puck blinked. "What?"

"I kiss you."

"What- But- How-" he stammered, a slight tinge of red rising in his neck. "Won't that just make things worse?!"

"Well think about it." Sabrina said, slightly red-faced herself. "If I kiss you, you won't be thinking about the shot anymore. You'll be thinking about the... the k-k, the other thing..." her words broke here for a second, and the redness intensified in both their faces, but she quickly continued "and your body will do the shooting for you. You won't be worrying or thinking about it, you'll just be relying on instinct and muscle memory. I think then, it'll work."

"So you're basically saying, I have to kiss you to get the shot?"

"Yeah I suppose."

Another silence.

"So..." Sabrina said finally, "you want to try it?"

"I guess..."

Holding the bow loosely in his fingers, he leaned in and their lips met. It as short, there was maybe two seconds of contact, but it was two seconds when he felt like his stomach was turning inside-out. They broke apart and Sabrina whispered "Shoot."

In one fluid, practised motion, Puck drew, aimed, and fired, and there was a loud smack as the arrow hit home. They grinned.

"Bullseye." Puck whispered back.

I really should do a story focused on some other characters shouldn't I? I probably should. But anyway, I tried my best to keep them in-character but I know there are some instances (particularly at the end) where I didn't do so well in that so sorry. Thanks for reading, hope you liked it, please review.