Keeping the secret Chapter 1, a sisters grimm fanfic | FanFiction
this is the setting in ferry-port landing and sabrina and puck are dating but what happens when the scarlet hand is trying to get to Puck through. Prom is coming up soon, and Sabrina still doesn't have a date! But can Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Sabrina G., Puck. Grinning and a light blush rose upon Sabrina's cheeks. "I have a boyfriend" -In which Sabrina has a boyfriend and Puck will do anything to.
That his saying he was starting to hate her was the opposite. Groaning, he went into his room to think. His life wasn't supposed to be so complicated. He liked the way things had been. The way he'd lived before Sabrina Grimm. And even worse, he was starting to like the way he was now—the person he was becoming after meeting Sabrina Grimm. Heck, if she hadn't slugged him, he could even admit to himself and never out loud that kissing Sabrina hadn't been 'yucky'.
He wouldn't have minded doing it again. Maybe growing up and falling in love with Sabrina Grimm wasn't so bad. Those thoughts had to be coming from the maturity tacked on to the whole aging process.
Growing up really did suck. The others weren't much better off—few of the Grimms had encountered the Goblin's Mirror, and any records they had of it weren't detailed. To make matters worse, even the fairytale book Daphne had been looking through didn't explain it very well. I was right about the romance thing," Kerdy explained, tone regretful. He ended up hitching a ride with the Snow Queen on accident and living with her in her castle when she caught him.
Mom went on a quest to find him, which took about a year, and when she finally found him, she said she'd missed him so much and loved him so much that she cried when he didn't even notice her. She hugged him, and her tears melted the ice in his heart and washed away the shard. When he realized what was happening, and how horrible he'd been to her, his tears washed away the ones in his eyes. I mean, we could try to make Daphne cry on queue-" "I totally could!
I think it has to be someone outside the family that your heart cares for," Kerdy finished, wincing when Daphne's face fell again. Jake exchanged a glance with Relda, and even Mr. Canis looked to Kerdy with an expression indicating they were screwed. He'd been listening in, and Relda had known it. Kerdy rolled his eyes, waiting for Puck to fully come into the room. Once he had, albeit reluctantly, he answered.
Everyone's seen her take it out on you now that she's under the influence of the Goblin's Mirror, so don't bother denying something's going on with you two.
He wanted to know what the other boy had started to say—and he didn't deny any of it, he noted after he'd spoken. Oh well, too late. Relda touched her shoulder, waiting to see what Puck would say. The wisdom in her eyes stated she knew exactly what Kerdy was doing.
Jake seemed to figure it out as well, not interrupting. Puck, however, narrowed his eyes. Look at you," he shrugged. You don't have a chance at helping her with this.
He wasn't about to let Kerdy tell him that he didn't have a chance to help Sabrina, he was ready to have the old Sabrina back before she hurt someone. She'd already broken glass and mirrors, how long before she did something else more dangerous? And frankly, I don't think you could pull it off. Relda's eyes were on Puck. Before the boy could argue his points with Kerdy's claim he wouldn't be able to do it, she spoke.
And if I'm the one who can stop it, thenof course I'd do it. I mean, leaving it up to you is hopeless. Daphne's hand went to her mouth, biting down on it as her eyes went to Puck in hope.
Puck and Sabrina a Christmas Story Chapter 1, a sisters grimm fanfic | FanFiction
Puck stared at Jake for a long moment. Then he averted his eyes, his cheeks reddening ever-so-slightly. It wasn't like anyone would be fooled if he denied it, the proof was piling up. But still… "Do you have to put it so bluntly?
This was the most progress they'd made on getting Puck to actually admit it. Puck scowled at Kerdy. I'm in love with her. Daphne's eyes were so huge it looked like they were going to fall out of her head. It had come from Sabrina's room. And unlike the time she had smashed the mirrors, this one sounded more serious. Relda's eyes widened, and she stood up, Mr. Canis already on his feet. It felt like the walls were closing in, licked with flames that made it hard to breathe, her heart unable to beat correctly.
Sabrina was on the floor in the room, gasping again and clutching at her chest. She'd fallen hard, knocking a few things off the dresser. Her long golden hair was tangled all around her, tears welling up in her eyes. Nothing had ever felt quite so painful, and she'd been through a lot of painful things.
Her body was being scorched—the uncomfortable itch from the powder Jake had thrown on her had escalated slowly until she hadn't been able to take it anymore. She didn't even care that she'd fallen on broken pieces of her mirror, she could barely feel the sting of the cuts over the raging fire burning her from the inside out.
He went to her side and knelt down next to her. She tried to snap at him, but she simply didn't have the air to do it. Her hand felt cold, and she couldn't breathe fully.
Jake stopped in the doorway, looking alarmed. Canis reached out and caught her shoulders, stopping her from going into the room.sabrina through older puck
Puck's attention was entirely on Sabrina. He tightened his grip on her hand. What was it that Kerdy had said? Ice in her heart?
Was that why she was clutching her chest? Sabrina tried to jerk away from him. She growled between gasps, struggling. Jake put his other hand on Daphne's shoulder, keeping her back as well. Canis, her eyes on her granddaughter. Puck looked down at Sabrina. Then he looked up at the others. Puck grasped Sabrina's other hand, holding onto it and looking down at her.
She was willing to trust Puck's words - if he said he wanted them to give privacy, she'd abide by it. Reluctantly, the doorway cleared out. And then everyone left the area completely, giving them as much privacy as possible. He'd been punched by her before, she threw a good hit. It was painful, seeing her like this. She'd always had her moods The expression in her eyes - he could feel a tightness in his chest and throat as he stared down at her. She was having more trouble breathing, pain in her voice.
He wasn't reaching her. She was going to die. Puck's eyes widened, realizing that she was having difficulty breathing, that it was getting harder for her He couldn't lose her.
He knew he couldn't - it wasn't in him. He had to protect her, and keep her safe, and hell if he was going to let a mirror screw that up. They'd have time to sort out what this meant for them later, but for now, he had to act fast.
Who would he prank? Who would yell and argue with him, providing entertainment? She was always like a spark just waiting to ignite, and he loved being the one to throw the match. He was supposed to be a villain—but she brought out the hero in him.
And he complained because she was never impressed, when she should have been impressed and even swooning! That was why he spent so much time and energy on her, to keep her attention on him. He didn't want her to die. His eyes burned, and he blinked rapidly.
He barely felt the wetness of the tears that had begun to slip down his cheeks, and then dripped down onto her. He pulled her suddenly into his arms, embracing her and closing his eyes tightly.
She could fight him, but he wasn't letting go. This was only the second time he'd ever been able to cry in front of her, and he didn't want her to see it. Yet, at the same time, he wanted her to see it more than anything, and he wanted it to make her react to him. He wanted to reach her and bring back the Sabrina Grimm who would smack him for crying over something stupid.
She gave a pained sound, clutching at him instead of pushing at him. Her entire body was trembling, and she could feel the warmth of his tears on her cold skin. It was confusing, and yet, it eased the pressure she'd been feeling. The tears were warm, but they didn't burn like the fire. After what felt like eternity, the warmth washed over her completely, making her heart flutter hard.
She was shaking in his arms, as if cold still, lips parting to ask, but eyes refusing to see what was happening. She was clearly still in pain, and still in the grips of the evil mirror shards.
Something glittered in the corners of her eyes, where tears were slowly building. Puck tightened his arms around her, feeling her cease her struggles against him and hold onto him instead. A fierce relief gripped him, but it wasn't full - she was still in pain. He hadn't completely broken the mirror's hold on her yet. Well, the chances of her punching him were pretty slim now, and it would be the perfectly heroic and fairytale thing to do… So he pulled back and kissed her for the second time, his lips meeting hers, in a kiss that held everything their first one had and more.
Everything he was feeling was overwhelming, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He was beyond trying to reason with it anymore, he'd just have to rely on instinct. The sound of surprise left Sabrina quickly, and was then muffled as her head was tilted and she found herself being kissed off guard again. She squeezed her eyes shut as hot tears filled her eyes as well, something sparkling as it slid down her cheek. Then Sabrina's trembling ceased, followed by the coldness leaving her.
She relaxed slowly, but her grip on him still very tight. Puck's kiss didn't break as he felt her trembling cease, felt the addition of her tears mixing with his. He just kept kissing her, holding her in his arms and against his chest. He hadn't held her the first time, simply flown up and kissed her. Holding her added an entirely new element to it. Daresay it made the kiss better. Sabrina was the one who broke the kiss, looking confused and flushed.
Her eyes were honestly bewildered as she stared up at him. Then they filled with pain and shame as weeks worth of memories rushed through her, and she realized what was happening. She had to bow her head, her hands coming up to cover her eyes as she finally let go of him.
She wasn't cussing at him, or trying to hit him, or - worst of all - saying that she hated him. These were good things. But why did she seem so upset now? It hadn't been a bad kiss. A sob shook her. She broke down, recalling all of the things she had said and done, and she was horrified. None of what you were doing or saying was you.
You were being screwed with. She didn't even notice if he smelled. Interestingly enough, for reasons utterly unknown to him Puck had actually chosen to take a bath earlier that day - so smell wasn't an issue at that point. He'd probably realize later that he'd been bathing more often than ever, and would blame it on aging. It made you lash out at people. The more you cared about them, the worse you got. He couldn't resist giving her a crooked grin. Then a thought struck her, and the bewildered look left her.
Her eyes focused on his, and she smirked. It seemed like the kind of thing they'd all know about because of the fairytale detective work. The thought that Relda had sent Puck up here to kiss her and stop the influence sent a wave of mortification through her. And had he actually said something in front of them to make them think he could save her? Puck felt a sense of loss when she wasn't in his arms anymore, and it only made him feel more flustered and agitated.
Then she slowly got up, sniffling. He reached down, brushing his thumbs under her eyes and catching the remaining tears. I don't pull those kinds of pranks on just anyone, you know. This was all the fault of aging. Sabrina averted her eyes for a moment, then looked at him. But I guess that's just the way you are.
Then he lowered his head again and gave her another kiss, hoping to quell her tears. Because honestly, he hated it when she cried, it was one of the best reasons to prank her—no matter how many things she did, she never really cried over it.
The kiss definitely distracted her. She had only been running for a couple of minutes, but already pain was tearing at her sides. She was so weak, but she had no one to help her, no one was around. She had to do this by herself. She was exhausted, which made her very angry. She hated feeling weak, but there was nothing she could do about it. Black spots began to swim and clog up her vision, she was going to black out any second. Suddenly a tree root appeared out of nowhere under her feet.
As she was tripping, she knew that it was all over. She was in the family room, lying on the couch. Puck was kneeling next to her. As he silently stood behind me, I noticed just how tall Puck had grown.
He has now a full head taller that me, and was no longer the scrawny boy he used to be. I hate to admit it, but Puck had grown into a muscular and gorgeous teenage guy. But I would never tell him that, his ego is too big in the first place. Taking out flour, eggs, sugar and butter, I decide that making cookies would look like I was making them for the party, and not for Puck.
The last thing I need going around is that I am nice to him. I just thought since you were being so nice, I would to. If you haven't noticed I have been growing up, and much to my horror and dismay, I haven't played and actual prank on you in awhile," says Puck, looking ever so slightly offended.
You can get the measuring cups out for me," I reply, actually feeling a bit guilty. Puck really hadn't been that bad lately. Incredibly sarcastic, and joking around a lot, but not at all like he used to be. Maybe he is growing up. After finishing the batter and preheating the oven I instructed Puck on how to put the dough on the cookie sheet. Silently doing as I told him, I couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong. Puck was never like this.
He was never helpful like this, the Trickster King was infamously known as being allergic to work. Sitting on the counter next to him. Puck looks back down at the batter, his ands resting on the counter, as if deep in thought. Not answering Puck still stared at the counter, then in one swift motion that made me jump, Puck had one hand cupping my face and one hand on my hip, kissing me full on the mouth. This kiss was nothing like our first one. This kiss meant and felt like something.