#sisters grimm bunny lancaster

[bi-panic-at-the-disco]

we gotta talk about Bunny Lancaster cause wowie having to rewrite yourself to be a villain so that your daughter might live and then not telling her for centuries and living with her hatred of you is fucking nuts

[wolfpropaganda]

isn’t it kinda messed up that every time someone asks Mirror who the most beautiful person in the land is... he shows them his SISTER??? like what’s going on there?? beauty is subjective so that was a CHOICE

[infoglitch]

The rose reaper and her shining dork knight: FUTURE!

(doesn't exactly have to be counted as part of the main fic collection I just wanted to add a post where I get to introduce some potential children for my second favorite jaune ship. I will always be a white knight shipper at heart)

We begin at a very familiar grave site. As we see the gravestone of one "summer rose" as we see a black haired figure with azure eyes. He wore a deep red jacket that had the emblem of a burning Rose surrounded by the emblem of a crescent moon.

???: Hey grams.. decided to let you know how Mom's doing after last check in.

The figure sat down in front of the grave as he placed a familiar sword .

???: So far mom's been good. Now that her and my old man retired they got to spend a lot more time. To the point of where now I have a baby sister on the way... Life's been great, even gramps decided to visit. Same with Aunt Yang and Blake. Though sometimes mom and Gramps do wish you were here to celebrate with us. But overall it's been golden.

Suddenly we hear the stomping of footsteps as the figure soon stood revealing himself to be a rather young man. He turned to see a large black wolf with bones covering it as It growled at him. The boy just chuckled as he grabbed the sword as it's sheath had what appeared to be an exhaust attached to the end. Before we see grab the handle as he tossed a red crystal into a compartment in the sheath as his revved up the blade as fire shot out of the exhaust.

Rouge: Here doggy. Come let papa rouge put you six feet under.

The dog tarted towards him as the boy knelt down before slicing through air as a blast fire shot from the exhaust as we a flaming bunny fallowing the blade as we see a sea of flames consume the beast. As we are left with the last thing we see before the boy surrounded by flaming roses.

Suddenly our vision changes to ruby standing on the porch holding some binoculars as she watched the inferno.

Ruby: hehe that's my son. Scorch the doggy!

Jaune: ruby come on dinners almost ready!

Ruby: one second vomit man, I'm getting to be a proud momma!

Jaune just sighed as he chuckled softly. This was the lives they finally got to live. Quiet, peaceful, and sometimes full of scorched grimm carcasses.

(obviously this is very short because I have been kind of running empty due to burnout. But on the way I hope you all got to enjoy this somewhat Lancaster fanfic. Don't truth this is more just an excuse to write their kid.)

[faerierobin]

I did these a while ago, but here are some more TSG character doodles, this time from books 4 and 5!

[everafterdisaster]

idk if you're still taking promts but if you are; puckbrina, near death experience

Hey :) I am! sorry this took so long, it got a wee bit out of hand!

AN: I decided to set this in the book 5 future AU because I’m obsessed with that reality. This takes place when they are around 19. I hope this is kind of what you had in mind! 

Near death experience 

It's the worst day of his life. That phrase runs through his head far too often these days but this day surely takes the cake.

He senses something is wrong before he see's anything. One minute his senses are full with the sights and sounds of the battle, scarlet hand members filling the town square, the next a chill runs down his spine. Smoke impairs his vision as he scans the crowd, catching sight of Sabrina moments too late.

All of the cliches are true; the world really does go silent and he see's her fall in slow motion. The talons of a 20 foot, vibrant red dragon slice through her skin like its made of paper and the world stands still. Hes too slow, his brain can't seem to comprehend whats just happened. He's frozen in place.

It's Daphne's piercing scream the spurs him into action, his body moves before his mind can catch up to it. Daphne leaps in front of her sisters crumpled form, taking over her fight without a moments hesitation. she drives a spear into the monsters front leg, all the while dodging the streams of flame that pour from its mouth.

"Get her out of here!" Daphne yells to him, not taking her eyes off the dragon.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Daphne taunts the dragon with her spear, leading it away from Sabrina. He scoops her up as gently as he can, shes completely limp. Her back is warm and sticky, slick with her own blood. He flaps his wings furiously, holding her firmly against his body, as they leave the battle behind them.

He dodges arrows from the army bellow and weaves through the treetops. The wind whips his face, cold and hard, roaring in his ears. The only thing that matters is that he gets her out of here.

He starts his descent as they reach the mountains, though not visible to the naked eye, their base is there, hidden by protective spells.

Its something between a castle and a fortress. It shares many qualities of a castle but with none of the grandeur.

He flies directly over a tall stone wall, past a water tower and right over the mote, landing in front of a set of heavy oak doors.

The doors have been enchanted to recognize the scarlet hand resistance and automatically swing open with a creak to grant him access.

He adjusts Sabrina in his arms and hurries down a corridor and pushes through the doors of medicine wing with his elbow. His eyes dart around, searching for the medics on duty, they land on Nurse Sprat and Bunny Lancaster.

"Gonna need some help over here!" he calls to the two women.

Nurse Sprat comes hurrying over, Bunny hot on her heels. Puck lays sabrina down gingerly on a white stretcher and rolls her onto her side.

"What happened?" Nurse Sprat asks sharply, already examining the long wound running along Sabrina's back.

"Dragon claw" he says shortly " Can you fix it?".

The two women share a worried glance.

"I think it's best you wait outside" Bunny says, not answering his question.

"Wait just a minute, I'm not going anyw-" he protests but Bunny cuts him off.

"That wasn't a request, boy" .

"I'm not leaving her" he insists, his voice wavers slightly with emotion.

"Don't be stupid, child. There's nothing you can do for her here" Bunny puts a hand out and an invisible force slams into him, pushing him towards the door.

"Now, I suggest you get out of here so I can focus on my patient".

The door slams in his face.

Puck paces the corridor alone for what feels like hours. A combination of panic and frustration continuously rise in him until they explode out of him, resulting in him driving his sword through an innocent wooden chair.

He feels so completely useless, he should be in there with her.

Eventually Daphne appears, looking exhausted and filthy.

"How is my sister?" she demands.

She has the hardened face of somebody who has had grow up before properly getting to experience being young. Although only 16 her eyes look older. Older and sadder. Only people who know her well can still see the optimistic, trusting girl she used to be. That girl doesn't make many appearances anymore.

"I don't know, they won't let me see her".

Daphne visibly deflates, allowing for a rare moment of vulnerability. With her back to the wall she slides down to sit on ground, her face buried in her hands.

Puck considers trying to talk to her but decides against it. Knowing the Grimms means knowing when to back away. He resumes his pacing.

It takes another 2 hours and 37 minutes before they are allowed in to see her, he's counted every one of them. 2 hours and 37 minutes could easily be an eternity as far as he's concerned.

Nurse Sprat pulls Puck and Daphne aside before letting them in. She has a very somber expression on her face.

"We've done all we can for her but I need you to prepare yourselves. The dragons talons contain a very powerful poison, she's got quite a fight ahead of her".

Puck and Daphne exchange an anxious look.

"Is she going to wake up?" Daphne asked.

Nurse Sprat gives them a pitying look.

"There’s a good chance she will".

The fact that she might not seems to linger in the air, unspoken between them.

As they take their seats beside Sabrina's bed, Puck notices tears running silently down Daphne's face.

"Marsh-mellow, your sister is one of the most stubborn people I have ever met. she's not gonna let something like a little dragon poison take her out". It's as much to convince himself as it is to comfort her.

Daphne lets out a watery laugh, she slumps in her chair.

"I hope you're right, Puck".

Sabrina looks terrible. Her skin is pale grey and beaded with sweat. Puck absently takes her hand in his and gives it a squeeze. He wants her to know he's there, wants her to fight her way back to him.

Eventually Daphne succumbs to her exhaustion and falls asleep curled up in her chair but Puck doesn't tear his eyes away from Sabrina. Somewhere in the irrational part of his brain he believes that nothing bad can happen to her while he watches over her. So he watches the shallow rise and fall of her chest until his eyes sting.

He takes in every part of her appearance as though hes trying to commit her to memory. The freckle just bellow her jaw. Her golden hair tucked behind unusually small ears. Her long fingers. Her eyelashes.

Just this morning she was sticking her tongue out at him as she climbed out of his bed. She'd thrown on one of his sweatshirts and sneaked back into her own room. She was so full of life, just this morning, a lifetime ago.

Now she might die with him never having told her he loves her.

He's sure she knows. Well, He thinks she knows. He hopes she knows, but he's never said it. Where he comes from vulnerability is something to take advantage of and showing somebody yours is like telling them where to hurt you and handing them a weapon. He can see now that he's been a coward.

He's never told her that he loves her and now he might never get the chance.

He's reminded by every beat of his own heart.

Beat.

she might die.

Beat.

she might die.

Beat.

She might die.

She isn't exactly his girlfriend. The word girlfriend doesn't feel like enough to describe what she is to him. Its not big enough. She's probably his best friend, his partner in crime, his favorite person to tease. She's the first person he goes to when he has a problem and the first he turns to when he needs help to create problems. She is home and safety and danger all wrapped up in a 5 foot frame.

He trusts her with his life and it's about time he trusted her with his heart too.

He stands up and leans over her, running a hand through her hair. He presses his lips to her ear and whispers so quietly it can barely be heard at all.

"I love you, Sabrina".

He promises himself he'll tell her again if she wakes up. No-, when she wakes up.

Eventually the sound of her shallow breath lulls him into an almost hypnotic trance. He watches her chest.

Rise.

Fall.

Rise.

Fall.

He doesn't know how long he's been staring, probably hours. The first orange rays of sunrise are lighting the room before a rasping cough cuts through the air.

"My eyes are up here, jerkface" Sabrina's voice is weak and hoarse.

Pucks face snaps up to look at hers so quickly he can feel his neck twinge. But he doesn't care, the feeling of relief coursing through his body is dizzying and his eyes start to sting with hot tears. He can't seem to find his voice.

Sabrina's eyes close but she chuckles dryly.

"If I had known all it took to shut you up was nearly dying, I would have picked a fight with a dragon years ago" she jokes weakly.

He discreetly wipes his eyes on his sleeve.

"Yeah, well, don't expect this kind of special treatment every time" its meant to be a joke but his voice doesn't sound right.

Sabrina opens her eyes, looking at him with mild concern.

"That bad, huh?" She asks.

"You came pretty close to croaking" he confirms "Gave the Marsh-mellow quite a scare".

Daphne lets out a rattling snore, as if in response to him.

Sabrina nods almost imperceptibly. Her eyes are beginning to close again.

Its now or never. Before she slips back into sleep.

"Oh, and by the way, Grimm" he starts casually "I love you".