okay, since many people have private messaged me to do it Pucks POV, i guess ill do it.

but dont blame me if its horrible!

*Hides under the covers and waits for the pillows to be thrown*

Puck was the Trickster King; the crowned prince of Faerie and the leader of layabouts. He was a master prankster and the spiritual leader of juvenile delinquents. He was known to be a villain of the worst kind, the boy who never grew up and never had a care in the world for anyone.

Until now.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. This energy inside of him was burning like fire.

And he did NOT like it one bit.

He knew what it was, but denied it to everyone else, including himself.

Some said it was love. Others said it was a crush.

Puck felt himself shake with anger whenever he thought of her. How could she have poisoned him like this? How dare she come into his life and make him (yuck) care for her?

Sometimes, he felt like punching the wall and scream in frustration. But he had learned the hard way to accept what she had done to him.

She had given him this "puberty virus" that he constantly kept Henry nagging about. She had given him this new, tiny, little feeling inside of his heart that always pumped harder whenever she was around.

And lately, she had started putting all this gunk around her eyes and some strawberry scented greasepaint that was called "lip gloss."

He'd told her once that she didn't need makeup (and he was still embarrassed about that) But she hadn't listened. She would go on asking her mom to put on this gist called "eye liner" and blah, blah, blah.

One day, he couldn't take it. Couldn't take her ugly face to become even more uglier with that gunk. So he'd confronted her and told her about what he really thought.

The look on her face made him wanted to take those words back and run.

So he did the obvious. He ran.

He ran into his room and shut the door, growling in frustration. On purpose, he had stepped on Sullivan's tail without sidestepping it.

At night, he would begin planning outrageously humiliating and mortifying pranks for her. He wanted her to feel guilty for what she had dont to him. He would go and put traps all around her room and smear gross substances on her face that he was sure would make her pee in her pants.

But the truth was, he felt guilty for those things. Sometimes she ignored him whenever his pranks went too far, and he felt like comforting her. Never in his life had he ever cared for someone this much.

Until now.

He felt like this was some wild goose chase. He would prank her, she'd get mad. He would insult him, she'd insult him back. And so on.

She, who proudly called herself the Queen Of Sneaks, had ruined his reputation as the villain of the worst kind. She had made him into this "hero of the good kind."

Now he was over protective of her. He would catch her and save her, he would protect her and shield her.

No matter how much he hated to admit it, he would do anything for her.

And that kiss, the day when he had kissed her, he felt like going back in time and kissing the stupid chimpanzee instead.

But even if he could've, he wouldn't. He had liked the kiss. It made his heart drop into his stomach and his body warm up as if the sun had just went through him and soaked his insides in warm sunshine.

The part he didn't like? When she punched him.

She had stomped away indignantly; steam practically coming out of her ears and a tomato red blush spreading across her face.

And when he had turned around, he saw all his army of chimpanzee's staring at him in awe. One of them were even kissing the other, trying to mimic Puck's action.

"You guys are so gross!" He had stalked away with those last words hanging in the air.

Sometimes, he wondered if he could ever kiss her again. Would she punch him again? What if she slapped him? That would be mortifying!

Sometimes, when he felt that she was getting her suspicions of him caring about her, he would cover it up with an insult and pull his hood over his face to hide his blush.

The Marshmallow had informed him one day, with a giggle, that whenever he would be around Sabrina and having a daily argument with her, his ears would turn red.

He would wonder about this from day to day. Did Grimm ever notice his blush? Was she as oblivious to the feelings they had for each other as he was?

Was she even in love with him?

Of course she was! He was the Trickster King! What was not to like about him? The poisoned apple scenario had definitely proved how much devotion she had for him!

He had thought that they would both grow beards and moustaches and get wrinkles all over their faces by the time they would admit their feelings for each other.

But he was wrong. Little by litte, they would sometimes smile each other, or stare into one another's eyes for the briefest of moments and then look away. They would brush their fingers together, longing to hold hands but too scared to do so. He knew those moments would be unimportant and nonsense for most people, but those were moments that he wouldn't give to anyone – not even for the world.

Sometimes, he had thought of this feeling as putting his arms out and spinning around and around really fast. That's how he thought love felt like. It made his heart race and turned his world upside down. But if he wasn't careful, if he didn't play his cards right, he would lose his balance and fall, fall out of love and never care for anyone else ever again or ever have that new emotion inside of him.

No matter how much he tried to make the feelings he had for that one girl to go away, he didn't want to actually leave her or those feelings. He didn't want her to go and fall in love with somebody else.

Because, painfully, it was the truth which could not be erased. It was crystal clear that the Trickster King was in love.

Those four letters was such a weird word but held such a big meaning. He had finally found out what it was to be in love, and never did he ever imagine it like this.

Begrudgingly, the stupid but pretty girl who had poisoned him and given him the puberty virus and made cupid stick an arrow in his butt was his first crush and first kiss, and maybe his first love.

Because, as Mustardseed had once stated, "Mutual hatred could blossom into love and affection,"

Whatever that meant, Puck had thought when he had first heard those words.

The Trickster King was undeniably in love with the Queen of Sneaks – even if he sometimes wanted to go bald and shrink himself into an ant and get squashed.

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Yep, trickster king, you are definitely in love. DONT DENY IT YOU PUSBRAIN MANIAC!

Okay...Now that that has been cleared up a bit, I hope u guys think this thing isn't OOC. I mean, its so hard to write lovey dovey mushy things in Puck POV. Seriously puck, were you taken over by strange aliens or something?

Anyways, please review, review...see? its a nice blue button that means so much to me! Press it! PRESS)