Well I haven't updated this story in a very long time. And that's really 'cause the prompts I've been using have lost inspiration for me, and it's really difficult for me to make fully-developed plots out of them. So yeah, I'm marking this as complete now. I might update it occasionally in the future, but I'm not going to think about this story anymore unless I have a really strong idea.

Reviewer replies.

anniecarter: Yeah that pick up line is the best, isn't it? I took one look at that prompt and I thought 'somewhere in that drabble I'm going to put in a cheesy pick up line.'

Guest: Thanks. It's good to see you liked it.

SkyePenderwick: Well if it makes you feel any better, no one dies in this chapter. Can't say the rest for any future oneshots I post though.

CSwifty: Yeah a lot of people have described my writing as a little overwhelming sometimes. I hope this one is a little less heavy to read.

Kiss

"Off to France!" Puck crows, as he thunders through the house with a suitcase behind him, "See you whenever!"

Sabrina pops her head out from the living room. "Jake, you're going with him right?"

"Of course I am. I'm not an idiot you know."

The fairy bursts into the room. "Hello, Grimm" he grins "and goodbye. I'm going to France."

"Yes you've told me that, Puck. You've told everyone that."

"I know it's going to be hard, Grimm. A year and a half without seeing yours truly," he wipes an imaginary tear from his cheek "it will be a real struggle. But don't worry, I'll be back before you know it."

"Trust me, it won't be a struggle."

"I know you're crying inside, Grimm."

She arches an eyebrow. "Of course. Under this cold, cold facade, I am secretly shedding tears."

"I knew it."

"Tears of joy, that is."

"Hey-!"

"Ok ok ladies, break it up." Jakes steps between the pair, chuckling. "You can continue this flirting when we get back. Come on Puck, plane leaves in three hours and I want to get there early."

"Ladies?! What do you mean 'ladies'?" Puck shouts indignantly.

"And what do you mean by 'flirting'?!" Sabrina adds.

"I will..." Jake lapses into silence, marshalling his thoughts "answer that when I get back. Come on Puck, let's go." Jake picks up Puck's suitcase and walks out the front door.

"Calling me a lady," Puck grumbles.

"To be fair, he wasn't wrong."

"Hey!"

"Just stating the truth."

"Puck!" Jake calls "come on!"

"Alright coming!" Puck calls back. He walks towards the door. "Don't miss me too much Grimm."

"I won't."

...

"Bonjour, Grimm."

"Cut with the French, Puck. We're in Ferryport Landing, not Paris."

"Well excuse me for trying to teach you lowly peasants. Why are you so annoyed anyway?"

"Because you're back."

"You should be jumping for joy that I'm back."

"Well, unsurprisingly, I'm not."

"Marshmallow! You're happy to see me aren't you?"

"Puck, you're back!"

"Oof!" Daphne tackles him in a bear hug, and he falls onto the couch. "See, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me!' He turns to Sabrina. "You could learn something from her, Grimm."

She arches an eyebrow. "She's only like this because she just ate a whole plate of cookies."

"No I'm not!" Daphne protests "I'm just happy to see Puck!"

"You and many others," the fairy smiles. "Are there are actually cookies though?"

Daphne nods. "Yup. There's another plate in the kitchen."

"Move aside!" Puck bellows, and bolts out the room.

The sisters are left alone. There's silence for minute, and then Daphne smiles slyly. "You're happy Puck's back, aren't you?"

Sabrina snorts. "As if I would be happy to see that freakbaby again."

"Nu uh," Daphne shakes her head "you're really happy to see him. I know you are."

"I'm not."

"You are." But Daphne catches the tinge of red in Sabrina's cheeks, and squeals. "Oh my gosh you're blushing! You so are!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"I'm definitely not!" Refusing to continue this conversation, Sabrina opens her laptop and begins typing randomly on a Word document, hoping Daphne'll get the message. A couple of minutes later, her little sister stands up.

"Fine. Keep saying you don't. But I know you actually do." She traipses back upstairs to play with Red.

Sabrina continues to type nonsensically for a minute, before she closes the doc and puts the laptop down. She sighs. Ok, so maybe I'm a little happy, she thinks.

...

"Let's go on a date, Grimm."

She freezes. Looks up from her laptop, to the boy with the crooked grin sitting half a metre away from her. "...W-what?" She sputters out finally.

"Let's. Go on. A date. Grimm."

"Oh. Right. Why do you want to go on a date with me?"

"I don't know. 'Cause I like you, I guess." He shrugs.

Her eyebrows raise. "Really?"

"Kind of," he says quickly, but a blush begins to creep its way up his neck. "Look, you want to go or not?" he snaps.

"Woah alright," she smiles "calm down. Sure, let's go."

He lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "Ok. 8, tomorrow night?"

"Alright."

...

"Hey, fairy boy."

"What?"

"Want to get married?" Sabrina throws a ring box at him.

He stares at her. "I thought the guy was supposed to propose?"

"You thought wrong."

He opens the box, to reveal a gold chain, with a silver fairy shining at the bottom. "I thought a ring would be too girly for you," she explains.

"So you thought a necklace would be manlier. How thoughtful."

She grins. "I know right?"

A brief silence, as Puck inspects the necklace.

Sabrina clears her throat. "So... yes or no?"

"What would you do if I said no?" He asks craftily.

She shrugs. "Probably take back the necklace and ask you another time."

"And what if I said yes?"

"Then I'd kiss you."

He grins slyly. "I do like kissing..." he muses.

She laughs, and steps closer to him. "Is that a yes then?"

"Yes."

"Great." And then her lips were on his.

So yeah, thanks to everyone who read/reviewed/followed/favourited this story. It's been really great writing these. This story will be going through some major editing, not plot-wise but just through writing style, so I haven't completely abandoned this just yet. I'll still be using this list for my drabbles (which I will also be editing), just not for actual developed stories.