#Zauberbiest

[0ciestiel0]

Ok so I’m loving Grimm but I have one complaint. Why is Sean only half Zauberbiest??? When Monroe and Rosalee were explaining how wessen children happened they said human/wessen parents had a 50/50 chance of the child being wessen. Not the child being only 1/2 wessen and 1/2 human like Sean. Either they would be full wessen or full human. So why Sean only half?? I think he deserves full Zauberbiest thank you very much. I think he was cheated.

[indoraptorgirlwind]

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Hexenbiest ♀ (German: Witch Beast)

Zauberbiest ♂ (German: Wizard Beast)

Hexenbiests and Zauberbiests are shown to be among the most powerful Wesen in the series due to their many powerful abilities. In their woged form, they also possess superhuman strength, able to casually overpower a grown man and rip him apart; they do not possess this strength in human form though.

They work at the command of royalty and are extremely loyal creatures, but they are only loyal to whomever they serve, as to others they are treacherous and manipulative, even to their own kind. Hexenbiests who are "created" are more deadly than normal Hexenbiests.

Notables: Adalind Schade, Sean Renard (half-zauberbiest), Diana Schade Renard (3/4 hexenbiest), Elizabeth Lascelles, Juliette Silverton/Eve, Conrad Bonaparte

[ifvillainwhysexi]

Sean Renard is hot.

[metataxy]

Grimm: Hexenbiest!Juliette/Nick, Part 2

Summary: What if, when Juliette was becoming a Hexenbiest, she told Nick before Renard?

In which people actually talk about their feelings, and Nick discovers the benefits of having a Hexenbiest for a girlfriend.

<---- Part 1 Here .   Not posting to AO3 until I figure out where this is going.

Warnings: Sex between consenting adults, monster-fucking (the monsters being Nick and Juliette).

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And finally, Sean Renard returns, and Nick can ask him to help them.

“A Hexenbiest,” Sean breathes, as surprised as the rest of them.  

“Yeah,” Nick affirms, impatiently.

“And you want my mother to undo this?”

“Juliette,” Nick stresses, “needs someone to help her with her powers.  She lost her temper last night and accidentally set the foyer on fire.”

“Huh,” Renard considered.  “Why’d she lose her temper?”

“Is that relevant?” Nick asked.  It had, in fact, been because Nick had run her cashmere sweater through the dryer.  The garment had shrank several sizes.  Nick had offered to buy her a new one and pointed out that they could keep it, in case they ever had a baby.  

That was about the time the fire started, come to think of it.

“No, I suppose not,” Renard mused.  “Can I speak with her?”

“That’s up to her,” Nick said guardedly, adjusting his stance before the Captain’s desk.  He, of course, had also read the pamphlets, and while he trusted Juliette, neither of them had been quite the same since her change.

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Juliette goes to Henrietta’s house after finishing up the morning’s surgeries early at her veterinary practice.  She texts Nick before she leaves the car.  He already has the address memorized, “in case something goes wrong.”

It’s sweet, that he still thinks he needs to protect her.  

They sparred last night.  She couldn’t come close to him when they were just doing hand to hand combat, which was why she levitated him and left him flailing mid-air until he cried uncle.  

Of course, she made sure he’d run out of the rubber bullets they used for training first.  

Henrietta greets her, and she steps inside, and woges when asked.  She’s been practising enough with Rosalie to do that properly.  

The older hexenbiest tests her blood, “to get a sense of what she’s capable of,” and asks her to return when she ‘feels’ it’s time and sends her away with a warning.

“You have not yet told the Grimm, I hope?  His kind are not fond of Hexenbiest.”

Juliette smiled slyly.  “He seemed fond enough last night.”

Henrietta glances at her incredulously, and Juliette cherishes the memory of that expression right up until bedtime, when her Grimm puts all other thoughts of her head but him.  

Damn everyone’s expectations.  Nick is <i>hers</i>, and she’ll destroy anyone who tried to take him from her.

She has the chance to do that when the bounty hunter arrives at their house, looking for him.  Jonathon Wilde dismisses her as the Muggle wife.

He dies for that mistake.  

Nick arrives home to find her on the couch, staring down at the body and making no effort to hide her satisfaction.  She’s always enjoyed handling a situation effectively.  She’s just never before had the abilities to handle <i>this</i> sort of situation.

“You got him,” Nick says, seeing her smile and trying to sound enthused.  He doesn’t actually enjoy killing, she thinks.  For him, it’s simply a necessity, like filing income tax or cleaning out the eavestroughs.  Nothing to worry about, but certainly nothing to take pleasure in.

“I got him,” she confirms.

The coroner carts away the manticore’s body. They complete the familiar ritual of cleaning their living room after the battle.  It’s cathartic, emptying their home of the remains of everyone who wanted to kill them in it.  Nick’s quiet the whole time though.

“What’s up?” she asks, emptying a bucket of dirty water down the drain.  The water’s brown with blood and the kitchen and foyer both smell like bleach.  They should refinish the wood floors, she thinks absently.  After Renard and Weston Stuart bled all over the living room, to sanitize the place, the cleaning crews had all but peeled off the varnish.

“I’m just thinking,” he says, leaning against the counter, looking at her intently.  She rinses out the bucket, sets it on the floor to dry, strips off her rubber gloves.  “About what?”

“If you hadn’t been a hexenbiest, he’d have killed you.” He sounds shaken, and she knows he’s blaming himself again: for not telling her about wesen sooner, for when she was kidnapped by the dragonfeurer, for her coma and her memory loss and for sleeping with Adalind.  And she’s not going to allow it.

“But I am a hexenbiest,” she reminds him, and takes him by the shoulders, and pulls his head down so he can kiss her properly.

The only thing Juliette blamed Nick for was making choices for them without her, when he’d refused to tell her what he was really was.  She might not have chosen to be a hexenbiest, but it had been the product of a decision they’d both made, together.  For that, she was not sorry.

They make love gently that night, even as the woge ripples across her face.  He kisses her withered lips and cuts his tongue on her jagged teeth.  In her mouth, his blood tingles like champagne with old power.  It’s the middle of the night before they fall asleep entangled, and in the morning, Nick greets her with breakfast in bed, and a proposal.  

She accepts.

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It’s just as well that Juliette wants to remain a Hexenbiest, because apparently, she doesn’t have any other options.  She returns to Henrietta’s to hear about her test results. Henrietta shows her a hole burnt through her antique desk and down through the floor and the basement and probably into the bedrock.  Juliette’s dying to know how the test typically works, and deeply thankful that the blood tests at the veterinary office don’t cause property damage.  

Henrietta explains it.  Every so often, she feels the urge to join the older hexenbiest, and knows the woman is summoning her.  While Nick works late, she settles down in the other woman’s lounge and reads whichever grimoire has been loaned her for the evening.  She listens to Henrietta’s stories, so alike and so different from those she already knows.  Every story about a hexenbiest in Nick’s trailer ends with the witch losing her head to the virtuous hunter, every story on Monroe’s shelves warns young blutbod to be wary lest they be bewitched.  She figures as the villain in every fable they own.

And it pisses her off.

The women of Henrietta’s stories are clever and beautiful and dangerous as they are in the Grimm books, and no more evil than ordinary people.  She tells Nick the stories.  She asks Henrietta if she can scan the books and the woman looks like she’s been asked to share nudes.

“No,” she says flatly.

“But no one ever hears about the good we do.  Recognizing corrupt officials and limiting their worst impulses, and healing people—"

“And if they did?” Henrietta asked.  “We’d have a line of people lined up at our doors, asking us to cure their chickenpox or make their husbands stop beating them.  What happens when it doesn’t work, or worse—when it does, and not how they expected?”  Henrietta puts a hand on hip.  “You know now, Juliette, that there always side-effects.  One historical side effect of what you’re asking about getting burnt at the stake.  Fear of us protects even the weakest of us.”

“Does it though?  Or does it just isolate us from the rest of the community?”

Henrietta disagrees with the intransigence of an old Republican woman no matter what arguments Juliette gives.  She wonders if her obstinacy gives a clue to her true age.

Despite their disagreements though, Henrietta teaches Juliette how to control her powers.  

“What do you get out of all this,” Juliette wonders aloud one evening.  All the stories and her own emerging instincts teach that these women know their value, and no Hexenbiest would let any assume it to be less than it was by underselling themselves.

“What do I get by teaching the most powerful witch of her generation to not blow out the electrical grid because she was startled by a car horn?” Henrietta asks drily.  “Peace and quiet, mostly.  An uncontrolled hexenbiest is a danger to everyone around them, especially other hexenbiest.  If a Blutbud loses control, there’s maybe a body or two to clean up.  If a Hexenbiest loses control?  We’re talking funnelclouds, floods, firestorms.  The kiersehten might not understand what’s happening, but the wesen will.  I’m not risking a lynch mob because you can’t stop breaking windows every time you orgasm.”

“What,” Juliette manages, because really, what the hell?

“It’s a common problem when girls are blossoming into their power.”

“I’m not going through puberty,” Juliette grumbles for what must be the fiftieth time since Rosalie handed her the pamphlets.

Henrietta, who Juliette has decided is older than God, doesn’t dignify her by arguing.

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The first time Juliette meets Sean Renard since the change, they’re planning how to fight an Excandesco with a combination of supersoakers and skin cream.

He meets her gaze in the shop as she hands him one of their makeshift weapons and pauses.  

He’s too well-trained in diplomacy to express his interest for more than a moment, but they’re both aware of each other now in way they weren’t previously.  She has always found him attractive, but now, her gaze turns to him like a needle seeking north.  

Henrietta did warn her.

“This relationship with your Grimm?”  

“Yeah.”

“It’s unnatural.”

After dealing with the Wesenrein, Juliette had enough of Old World attitudes about ‘miscegenation’.  “Just because he’s a Grimm and I’m a Hexenbiest—”

“Besides that,” Henrietta said, dismissing Juliette’s irritation with a wave of her hand.  “Hexenbiest do not bind themselves to any one man.”

“Well maybe I’m the exception,” Juliette snarked back.  Henrietta looked at her with the kind of face her staff usually made when watching videos of kittens trying to wrestle Rottweilers.  She didn’t say “That’s cute”.  Her face said it for her.

“We are attracted, indiscriminately, to power.  While your Grimm undeniably fulfils that criterion—”

“Hands off,” Juliette told her flippantly.

“--Wait until you meet a Zauberbiest.  Or a Royal.  Have you seen Sean Renard lately?”

“Why would I?”

“Do you know why Royals are powerful?” Henrietta asked, leaning forward on her settee.  She didn’t wait for her answer.  “It’s not because of their wealth or influence.  They gained both because of an innate gift for affecting others.”

“An innate gift for affecting others sounds an awful lot like wealth and influence.”

Henrietta looked as unimpressed as ever and continued lecturing as though she hadn’t interrupted.  “They have the ability to buffer others’ skills.  Ordinary people experience it as extraordinary charisma.  In the presence of a Royal, a kiersehten can do things otherwise beyond the extent of their abilities.”

“So how does it affect Wesen?”

Henrietta smiled.  She’d finally asked the right question.  “They can diminish or increase the potency of a Wesen’s gifts.  The degree of the gift varies with the Royal, of course.”  She shivered.  “Sean Renard is fairly weak for a Royal, and for a Zauberbiest, but the combination is intoxicating.”

“I’ll keep that under advisement,” Juliette responded drily.  

“You laugh now,” Henrietta told her amusedly.  Right, Juliette had thought.  Kids these days, they don’t know anything.

“Exactly,” Henrietta said, because of course nothing was private around the old witch.

“Hey!”

She hadn’t taken what Henrietta said seriously.  She does now, as she catches Sean Renard staring after them as she swings into the passenger side of Nick’s SUV.

Zauberbiest, after all, are as attracted to power as Hexenbiest.

And not only is she the most powerful witch of her generation, but her fiancée exudes as much power as menace—enough to tempt the interest of even a witch as old and cautious as Henrietta.

She smiles back at Sean in the sideview mirror.

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Nick and Juliette return home flush with adrenaline from fighting the Excandesco to find their door open and the lights on.  Nick tries to push Juliette behind him so he can enter first.

She huffs and pushes back.

Inside, every drawer is open and all their papers are strewn about the living room, and Adalind is at the computer, mashing every password she can think of into the login screen.  Her face is blotchy and tears are running down her cheeks, and Juliette’s is pleased to see she’s an ugly crier.  

Somehow, the bitch is too focused on what she’s doing to notice their arrival.  Juliette would have liked to surprise her by snapping her neck, but of course, Nick has to spoil her fun.

“Adalind, what are you doing here?”

The blonde turns, as if startled to see them in their own house, and her mouth opens.  “Nick,” she smiles.  “Juliette.”  She’s immediately relaxed her posture, as though she’s sitting in a board room at her law firm across from her opposition, and she looks much too pleased to see them there.  It occurs to Juliette that for all Adalind knows, Nick is still a Grimm and she’s still human.

Juliette tries not to smile in turn.  The game is still on.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” the witch purrs.  “So sorry to run out on you right after our magical afternoon together.  I’m sure it meant as much to you as it did to me.”

Juliette doesn’t turn to look at Nick, but she can tell from his tone that he’s clenching and unclenching his jaw with anger.  “Why are you in my house?”

“See, Nick, you took something of mine, so I took something of yours to try to get it back.” Adalind said casually, brushing back her hair and uncrossing her legs.  “It didn’t work, unfortunately, so I’ve returned to try again.”  She stands up and woges.  “Where is my daughter?—”

She stops, eyes wide.

“Fuck.  It didn’t work?”

“It did,” Nick confirms.  “And then it didn’t.  I don’t have your daughter and I don’t have any way of finding out where she is.  Get the hell out of my house before I change my mind.”

“You’re just going to let her walk away?” Juliette asks incredulously.  

“I’m not leaving,” Adalind interjects.

“What am I supposed to do?  Arrest her?” Nick asks, exasperated.  “I suppose we could charge her for breaking and entering, but what then?”

Nick is what her mother calls ‘such a nice boy’, and Juliette loves him for it, but <i>really</i>.  “Are you fricking kidding me?” Juliette asks him.  “After everything she’s done, you’re just going to arrest her?”

Nick blinks.  “I mean, yeah, what else are we going to do?  Kill her?”

Juliette gives him a look, and Adalind stamps her foot, apparently irritated that they aren’t giving her enough attention.  Such a brat.

“Adalind, get out of the house before we all do something we regret,” Nick offers tiredly, taking a step towards her, not so subtly trying to put himself in front of Juliette.  She can believe his ancestors were knights.  She’s decided the chivalry is endearing, if only because it’s so earnest.

“Oh, you’ll regret it,” Adalind promises, and launches a vase at Juliette’s head.  Nick goes to bat aside, but before he can, it freezes midair.

Adalind gapes at the floating vase.  Juliette can feel her will scrabbling for purchase against her own, and it finds none.  Adalind looks at Nick.

“What the hell—”

“Yeah,” Nick says, and for once, he looks as amused as Juliette feels.  “Probably shouldn’t have done that.”

Adalind manages to escape, if only because Nick sits this one out and lets Juliette release some long pent-up rage on the other hexenbiest, but it’s a near thing.  She’s tempted to run out after the woman and take her down in the streets, but the neighbours’ lights are on, and the Kowalski’s are actually poking their heads out their door, and also, Nick pulls her back inside.

“Hunt her down,” Juliette snarls.  

“Later,” Nick promises.  Either he means it, or he knows better than to argue with her when she’s in this mood.  

“I mean it,” Juliette tells him.  She’s still woged.  “Either you do it, or I will.”

“Okay,” Nick agrees grimly.  

“That freaking bitch.  In our house—” out of habit, and isn’t that terrifying, she begins to clean up the scattered papers.  

“I’m going to call it in as a break and enter.  The neighbours probably already called it in as a domestic disturbance.”

“Fine,” Juliette stuffs their bills into the drawer of the desk.  

“We shouldn’t say it was Adalind though.  If anyone remembers her from the precinct or the others cases she was involved in, it could draw unnecessary attention.”

“Sure,” she grits out, finding a dustpan to sweep up the shattered vase.  

“Hey,” he says, hand on her shoulder.

At some point, he stopped hesitating to touch her when she’s like this.  

“We’ll get her.  Let’s just call it in and get some rest.”

She stares into his eyes, black as a bottomless well.  At some point too, she stopped flinching to meet his gaze.  Her woge recedes.

“I don’t know if I can sleep after this,” she confesses.  “I’m just too angry.”

He hugs her and smoothes back her hair, and whispers into her ear, “Would it help if I distract you?”

It does indeed help.

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Notes:

I’m pretty sure in canon Henrietta was just fucking with Nick when she took his face in her hand, but since the Musai Khloe in season 2 elaborated at length about how powerful Nick was, and since Hexenbiest seem exhibit an attraction to power, I’ve decided that all the witches who can get over the fear of execution are hot for Grimm.

Part 3 -->

[shannara810]

A few days ago I bought for myself a little treat: the box set with the complete collection of GRIMM.

I love GRIMM ❤️ When I'm feeling down, it's my comfort show (well, Grimm and the Predator movies, but that's another story!). So here we are: I can't go out because the weather is hell out there and I thought to play a little with the GRIMM lore, imagining Jason as a young Grimm brought up in a Wesen family and Dickie as the little Zauberbiest in love with him. Reverse Robins, my guilty pleasure.

[abbatoirablaze]

Grimm Master List

Mariella was born of noble wesen blood and promised to Prince Eric since the day of her birth.

What she didn't expect was how rocky the journey of her childhood would be.

Or what would happen when she became an adult, and met the Grimm.

Chapters

The Introduction of Mariella Francesca Ada de Espinosa Rodriguez, princess of Spain

Kiss, Kiss

Til Death Do Us Part

Higher Hopes For The Austrian Royal Family

Kenneth Alun Goderich

Property of The Royal Family

Lessons In Diplomacy

The Tragedy of Burying a Son

The Bastard Prince

Whirlwind In Portland

[linusbenjamin]

Grimm —2.20, Kiss of The Muse

[green5quirrel]

They're also the only wesen gendered by title?

As a wee trans potato that makes me curious about trans Hexen/Zauberbiests or nonbinary Hexen/Zauberbiests.

It also makes me curious about other wesen whose sexual anatomy seems tied to aspects of their wesen form. Like the Naiads? If one of them started to transition would something change in their wesen form? Or Ziegevolk? Do anatomically female versions of that wesen even exist? If a person identified as female gender at birth had a Ziegevolk father they didn't know about would they gain a wesen form if they transitioned to their true identity? Would a Zeigevolk who transitioned to female lose their wesen aspects?

And, yes, I've already thought about that One Wesen. So many animals to base a gender nonconforming wesen on and we get an Earthworm with an alter.

Nothing against alters or systems and I know the time just wasn't right to make it a comment on gender nonconformity. But there are so many hermaphroditic animals to choose from in the world. Did we have to choose an Earthworm?

Anyway, end rant.

Can we appreciate just how weird hexenbiests/zauberbiests are as wesen and it’s just never explained?

It’s like “oh yeah hexenbiests have a spirit” and they just go with it and it’s just a thing? And they can lose their powers to grimm blood. Why? I really want to know.

I mean, I have a headcannon that they’re related to Zerstörer in some way but that still doesn’t mean they’re not weird.

[aloneonceagainaspredicted]

"There's a part of me that doesn't wear a badge. And there's no telling what he'll do."

I WOULD DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS FOR YOU, SEAN RENARDDDDDDDDD ❤️💕💓🥰💘❣️💞✨

[rebelliousstories]

For His Sake

Relationship: Sean Renard x Reader, Nick Burkhardt x Sister!Reader

Fandom: Grimm

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Violence and Blood

Word Count: 3,543

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

Summary: A Grimm and a zauberbiest can never get along… right?

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.

In a quiet, sterile white lab, a woman sat hunched over a microscope. She was so deeply invested in her work that she did not notice that the door had been disturbed. The soft thudding of boots across the hard flooring did not reach her ears, nor did the calling over her name. However, when a hand was placed on her shoulder, the woman jumped, and spun the person around. Their face pressed against the cold, smooth table she had been working on, with their arm at an uncomfortable angle, threatening to break.

“Whoa! It’s okay, sis. Just us. You can let the captain go now.” Turning her head, her brother’s face greeted her, and below was the face of her boss. She immediately let go of the other man and leveled her sights on her brother.

“Couldn’t have knocked, Nicky?” She scoffed, turning back to whatever it was that she was examining.

“We did. Multiple times. And, before you ask, yes. We also called your name out. What are you so invested in over there?” Nick made his way over to where his sister had sat back down again. Their captain stood and was rubbing his right arm to ease the ache.

“I thought we were friends, Ms. Burkhardt.” Sean teased, finally getting some feeling back in his arm.

“Don’t sneak up on me and we wont have that problem.” Her voice was clipped, clearing not in the mood to entertain anyone at the moment. “To answer you, Nicky, I’m looking at some bacteria samples from a Vic that was brought in. They want a cause of death, and I would bet money that this guy injected some contaminated water. But I’ll have to watch for the tox screen to show up to make a full determination.”

“Well, that’s exciting. I guess. Listen, we got a tox screen that we need you to look at because it will cause to much attention going to someone else. What are we dealing with here?” The detective passed his sister a sheet and she scanned over it for a few minutes.

“Latroinsectotoxin. You’ve got a spinnetod on your hands. Kind of shocking considering how rare they are.” Passing the paper back, the woman dusted her hands off on her coat, and tried to go back to her work. But before she could, her brother caught her arm.

“One last thing, we’re going out tonight. Join us? Please.” Nick pleaded.

“Who’s all going?”

“Hank, Wu, Captain, Monroe and Rosalee. Then you and me. Come on, Rosalee is dying to see you again.”

The female Burkhardt was nodding back and forth, as if she was weighing her options literally. Silence kept ticking on which made her brother grow more and more nervous. It had been a really long time since they got to hang out with friends; her more so than him. She was always so busy with work and never seemed to have the time. Not to mention the fact that she made it very known her stance on Sean.

“Fine. But only for a few. I’ve got work in the morning.” With her concession to her brother’s plea, he bounced excitedly in his spot before wrapping his arms around his sister.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I swear you’re going to have a great time. Rosalee’s going to be so excited.” Nick began to walk out of the lab but only stopped when he did not hear a second set of footsteps following his. Turning around, he noticed that Sean and his sister were still standing there in silence, neither one quite knowing where to go from there.

“Captan, you coming?” He called out, breaking the taller man from his trance.

“Coming Nick.” Sean replied, letting his eyes stay on the other Burkhardt till he could no longer. If his staring had affected her, she did not let it show. She simply turned back to her work like nothing had ever happened. Nick supposed that this was better than her sending threatening glares towards the man; as she had been known to do in the past.

Later that day, Nick sent his sister a text of when and where to meet everyone. She was dreading going home and changing to go out. Not because she did not like to go out, because she did on occasion. But it was because Sean Renard was going to be there. If you had asked her even a year ago where she thought she would stand on the man, it would be a completely different answer. There was no longer any hostility from her, but definitely some trepidation. A zauberbiest working with a couple of Grimms was not how she had imagined her life to be going. And yet, there was something about Sean that she found intriguing.

Maybe it was his stature, the way he carried himself and projected his image. Or maybe it was the fact that he had not killed the Burkhardt’s when he found out they were Grimms. Whatever it was, she would never admit out loud that she found it interesting. For now, she remained cordial with him, purely for the sake of the workplace and her brother.

She parked her car along the street in front of the bar that they were all meeting at, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she was not the first one there. Monroe, Rosalee, Sean and Wu were already inside with a drink in hand when she opened the door. At the arrival of someone new, Rosalee stood and raced over like lightening to hug the new member of the party.

“Oh I’m so glad you could make it. We’ve missed you. Come one, have a drink.” She led the both of them over to a table in the corner. Rosalee was then replaced with her husband who hugged the female Burkhardt tight. By the time that she had ordered her first drink, Hank and Nick had shown up. Another round of greetings and hugs went around before the gang settled in for the night.

It had been a calm few weeks in terms of wesen. They had the odd killing here and there, but very little in wesen politics had actually occurred. It was a delightful change of pace. They laughed and caught up on what had been happening in the last few weeks. Throughout all of this, Nick’s sister was keeping a cordial stance towards Sean. But Sean was trying to interact with her. Every time he tried, something came up that prevented it.

He tried to get her to laugh, but all that was managed was a small smile. Sean refocused his efforts into keeping that smile on her face, but it dissolved into a grin the longer the night went on. Renard was not even sure why he was trying to get and keep her attention, but he had to have it.

“Alright, well I’m getting another drink. Do you want another on, hun?” Rosalee asked rubbing her shoulder gently.

“Yeah, another glass of wine please.” She passed her glass to the Fuchsbaus and watch as Rosalee and Monroe went up to the bar.

“I’m going to hit the head real quick. Be right back.” Hank declared, getting up as well. Wu followed him without a word and left the three at the table. Sensing the tension at the table, Nick stood.

“I’m getting another drink.” He went to go join Monroe and Rosalee at the bar, leaving his captain and his sister alone at the table. With no drink to distract herself, she began picking at her nails.

“How was your day?” Sean asked after a few minutes.

“Good. Yours?” She replied politely.

“Good.” He responded. Sean took a sip of his whiskey as they slipped back into silence.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” The question came out of nowhere as they sat.

“What?” Her head shot up as he spoke, not quite catching what he said. Sean repeated his question.

“Oh, no. It’s not to do with you. I mean, it does a little but it’s mostly me.” He waited for a moment for her to continue on her explanation.

“Because of how we grew up, Nick and I have always been cautious and hesitant to trust someone. And with what we are, and what you are, well. I’m a little weary of you, captain.” She paused for a moment, desperately wishing she had a drink.

“A Grimm and zauberbiest?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing personal, captain.”

“Sean.” There was a pause.

“What?” She asked.

“You can call me Sean. We’re not at work.” Hs teasing little smirk made her feel something inside. Part of her wanted to see it more, the other wanted to slap it right off of his face. At that moment, everyone decided to come back to the table.

Hank and Wu were talking about something as they exited the bathrooms. Monroe, Rosalee, and Nick were also engaged in a conversation as they neared the table. Her brother passed her glass of wine back, and she eagerly took a sip.

“Hope we didn’t leave you two lovebirds alone too long.” Wu drawled, his face deadpan.

“Hey. That’s my sister.” Nick grumbled, even though his eyes were flickering between the two. Before she could respond to anyone, a phone rang out. It took a moment to react, but eventually she realized that it was her own.

“Excuse me.” She stood from her chair, and went to walk out of the front door. Sean’s eyes refused to leave her figure no matter how much he knew it would draw attention.

“Hello?” The phone clicked as she answered the call. A cool night breeze hit her in the face as she stepped outside of the bar.

“Hello?” She tried again.

“Count your days, Grimm.” A voice on the other end of the line growled. She gulped down the knot that was forming in her throat, and looked around in vigilance.

“Who is this?” There was only silence on the phone while she waited for an answer.

“See you soon, Grimm.” The line went dead. Burkhardt had clenched her jaw as she dropped her phone from her ear. There was a scuffle right behind her, but when she turned to catch what it was, something came in a clocked her across the face.

Falling to her knees, she tried to right her blurry vision in order to save herself. But another kick came in and hit her right across the ribs. It knocked her wind out of her lungs. A fist went to go connect with her face again, however, she grabbed it and yanked the person down. Standing, she was able to fix herself proper before the real event began.

A blutbad, skalengeck, and a klaustreich stood around her; and they looked angry. As she maneuvered around their hits and swipes, she tried to keep her back to the alley’s brick wall. The skalengeck held her hands and tried to bit her neck, but a push kick to his gut halted the movement. It allowed for the klaustriech to come in and swipe at her body with its sharpened claws. He managed to nick her arms with the tips, but the offending arm was twisted behind his back to the breaking point.

But while she was focused on those two, the blutbad managed to sneak up behind her. Burkhardt howled in pain as a bit was delivered to her shoulder. The Grimm slammed the blutbad into the brick wall behind them, causing it to disengage. Turning, she threw one, two, and three hits to the temples of the wesen. It dropped unconscious in the alley, and she turned her focus to the remaining two wesen.

The klaustriech tried again to swipe at the Grimm with its one good arm. She remained outside of his range, and kicked in his knee. It crumpled down in pain, now with a broken leg, and broken arm. Before she could render the man unconscious like his blutbad counterpart, a set of arms came up to grab her. She had failed to eliminate the skalengeck, which was proving unfortunate for her. Thankfully the klaustriech stayed down while she dealt with the other. However, his arm was cutting off her airways which made it difficult for her to fight back.

All of the sudden, her airways opened back up now that it did not have something constricting it. Couching and hacking as she tried to regain her breath, she turned to see Nick, Hank, and Monroe. Just behind them and coming in hot, was Sean, Wu, and Rosalee. Nick and Hank were busy cuffing up the three assailants while Monroe turned to help the female Burkhardt.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Monroe scanned his eyes over her form, taking in every injury and scratch.

“Yeah, I’m…” but she never could finish that sentence. Before anyone could react, she had fallen down in the middle of the alley. Monroe tried to catch her, but it only resulted in them crouching down together. Sean and Rosalee ran over to help keep the other Burkhardt from falling completely, while the three officers called in the attack.

“Is she okay? What’s going on?” Nick ran over to his sister who was unconscious.

“She’s got a nasty bit on her shoulder. Who has blood on their mouth?” Rosalee looked as she questioned. Monroe joined in her search and sniffed deeply.

“This one,” they came across one of the perps with blood on her mouth, “she’s a blutbad. Oh. That’s not good.”

“What is it? What can we do?” Nick was about to be sent into a full blown panic over his sister, who was now in Sean’s arms as the others were busy.

“Well, if my nose is right, and it usually is, then we need to get her to the spice shop. They have a poison all over their mouths. All three.” His grim assessment was enough to send Nick into his full blown panic. He was flittering about, trying to decide where he was needed most. Red and blue lights flashed as they neared the alleyway.

“Nick. Nick!” Rosalee barked, catching his attention. “Deal with the cops. Get these guys arrested. We’re going to take her to the spice shop to treat the poison, and then we’re taking her to the hospital. Buy us some time.”

The male Grimm nodded and tried to get his mind in gear. He watched Monroe, Rosalee, and Sean carry his sister off to their car. Renard stayed in the background with the female Burkhardt as Monroe nearly broke every traffic law to get them to the shop. If they had not been in such dire straits, Sean definitely would have said something.

In the spice shop, the bed was immediately put to use to house the woman that had yet to awaken from the sleep she had slipped in to. Sean remained at her side and brushed her hair from her face. As he did, he noticed that she was growing paler and sweating more than before. Monroe and Rosalee’s voices faded into background noise as they tried to find a cure for the poison affecting their friend. In the meantime, Renard held her hand and kept his eyes on her breathing.

By the time the couple had found the cure, the other three members of their party had arrived. Nick had rushed over to his sister’s other side and held her hand. Hank and Wu stood nearby, offering help and morale support.

“Damn it!” Rosalee exclaimed after a while. Everyone’s head shot up and looked over to where the married couple was busy mixing ingredients.

“What’s going on?” Nick pressured, standing up but not letting his sister’s hand go.

“Ugh,” she growled, “I should have read the recipe better. It requires blood from a Hexenbiest or zauberbiest because of the magical properties in the blood. I’m such an idiot.”

“Will it work with something else?” Nick was scared for his sister now.

“No. it has to be blood from one of those two. There’s nothing I can do to substitute it. I’m sorry, Nick.” Rosalee lamented. Her hands rubbed over her face and through her hair in frustration over the entire fiasco. Monroe pulled his wife in close as she tried not to let tears fall from her eyes.

“Will it work with half?” Sean suddenly said, without taking his eyes off of the unconscious Grimm.

“It might. Better than nothing.” Rosalee turned to face the man. He stood, looked at her one last time, and went over to the couple. Renard was already rolling up his sleeves so as to not get them more stained than they already were. The fuchsbau prepared a small knife, and slice the tip of the man’s finger. He winced, but that was all he showed in discomfort. Once she had what she needed, Rosalee went about mixing the salve and liquid that she needed to give.

“Okay. I’m going to put one on the wound itself, and another she has to drink. Just be ready.” Rosalee instructed, bringing a bowl over in her hands. Her husband stood behind her with a bowl in his own hand. Everyone held their breath as she deposited a liquid of sorts on to her shoulder. Sean resumed his spot on her right side, while Nick sat by her left. Monroe passed the second bowl, and watched as Nick held open her mouth. Rosalee poured the liquid into her mouth; and everyone waited.

“How long is this supposed to take?” Nick asked, keeping his eyes on his sister.

“With full blood, it’s supposed to be immediate. But with half, I’m not sure.” Rosalee admitted. Everyone sat there in silence and watching the woman that was resting on the bed. No one chose to draw attention to the fact that Renard was still holding her hand the entire time.

It took an hour for anything to happen. First it was little hand twitches that alerted the two men, who then alerted the others. Then it was facial movements. And finally, a deep breath was taken, and her eyes began to flutter. She groaned as the light from beside her head blinded her, to which Sean immediately shut off.

“Wha- what’s going on?” Her speech was slurred, but the relief that came across everyone’s face was infectious.

“Hey, sis. How are you feeling?” Nick leaned over and brushed some hair out of her face.

“Like I got hit by a truck. What happened?” Her speech was starting to become clearer and clearer as she became more in touch with the waking world.

“You got attacked. By the looks of it, it was Black Claw. You’re lucky to be alive.” Sean commented. Their hands were still joined together, but no one cared at that moment.

“They had poisoned you with a bite to your shoulder area. We had to create a salve and potion that reversed the effects. It’s a good thing Sean was here with us, otherwise… well, let’s not think about that.” Rosalee piped up from where her and Monroe stood. He had his arms wrapped around his wife in a comforting embrace, and a relieved look on his face.

“Why would it matter if Sean was here?” She asked, trying to raise her body up in the bed. Nick and Sean helped her sit up and refused to let her go.

“Well,” Monroe looked around for someone else who wanted to answer. No one was itching for that position. “The recipe required the blood of a Hexenbiest or zauberbiest. Since he’s half, he was our best shot. I’m going to make some tea for everyone. It’s bee a stressful night. Glad you’re awake.”

And with that, Monroe and Rosalee left. Hank came over and patted her uninjured shoulder, before leaving to follow the couple. Wu smiled and gave her a thumbs up before catching up with Hank.

“Hey,” her attention was drawn over to her brother. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

Nick left the pair of them with a smile and a kiss to her drying forehead. He went to go where the rest of them had gone, and that only left Sean and the other Burkhardt. They sat in silence for a while, but did not let go of their hands throughout all of it.

“Did you really use your blood to heal me?” She asked in a quiet voice eventually. Sean’s face tried to remain neutral, but a worry creeped in.

“It was the only way for Rosalee to heal you.” He answered, but she was not going to take that.

“That’s not what I asked.” Her statement was far more direct.

“Yes. I did.” Finally, Sean stated.

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” Her other hand began to fidget as they continued to sit there.

“You’re welcome.” His voice raspy and low. Her eyes drifted over to the hand that Sean had occupied and squeezed. They did not speak, but they both had come to a mutual understanding. Perhaps this could morph into something else. Something closer than they had before.

[sweetandabitspycho]

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x Grimm! Reader

Request; YES

Summary: After Sean gets shot after trying to protect you, a grimm who doesn’t know about him now has to make sure he knows you love him

Warnings: kinda au, female reader.

Ps, first time writing in a bet so sorry if it suck’s donkey dicks. Request are open.

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“Please?” It came out no more then a whisper. A soft beg, begging him not to not die. The room was dark. The only light was the monitor that keep reminding her that he was alive.

The only sound was that annoying beeping that in the she loved to hear. It was the only thing that helped her. As she wiped her teary eyes.

She let out a soft breathe before looking up at her love. He still looked as handsome as the day they met.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me. Please wake up.” She said moving her fingers to his face. Down the jaw she loved to kiss. His cheek. How? How had she not known? She wondered, she was a Grimm after all.

It has been a day since the attack. A day since he took a bullet meant for her. That moment played on repeat in her mind. The look on his face when he lost control and woge and pushed her behind him. When he saw the gun pointed at her. The sound of the gun being fired as his body hit the floor. She grabbed her gun and shoot the man in front of her.

The look on Sean’s face when he saw her as she held him. A light smile appeared on his face when he knew she was safe.

She placed his head in her lap as she begged him not to die. As the tears rolled down her face. Her hands covered in his blood. Trying to keep pressure. His hot sticky blood seeped into her hands.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, fighting to keep his eyes open. She shook her head. “No.” She kissed his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” She says not looking into his eyes. She focused on keeping her hands on his stomach. “I’m the one who is sorry. This is all my fault.” She cried out when he lost consciousness.

Tears rolled down her face as she closed her eyes. Grabbing his hand in hers. Her lips pressed against his hand. Praying to anyone and everyone that he would live.

“Don’t cry.” A voice told her. As she opened her eyes she saw Sean was awake. “Hey handsome.” She said his fingers wrapped around hers before he smiled at her. “You stayed.” He said in a small voice. Shook laced in, as if he really did excepted me to leave him. He looked at me with loving eyes. Before I could say anything the nurses walked in and asked me to leave.

After a hour I was able to go back into the room. Sean was laying down looking at the ceiling. “Why?” It was his turn to ask as he closed him eyes. “Why what?” I asked sitting back in my chair my his bed.

He looked at me. His green eyes staring at me. “Why did you stay?” He asked again. He look at me with confusion. “I love you, Sean Renard. You stayed with me knowing I was a Grimm and you loved me. I love you to much to let you go now.” I said putting my hand on his bed. Looking at him, those green eyes looking at me. “You took a bullet for me, why?” It was my turn.

“I love you. You are the only thing that matters to me.” He said scooting over and pulling me to lay with him. My head on his shoulder. He looked at me for a second before looking at the ceiling again.

“I didn’t want to lose you. I love you to much to let you go. I would give my life over and over for you.” He said as he kissed my head.

“You will never lose me, I love you Sean.” I said kissing his lips. Once we pulled apart I smiled at him before asking him. “So you are half Zauberbiest?” He held me as he explained everything.

Once he was done he looked at me as if to make sure I was still okay with everything. “So you are a prince? That’s awesome!” I said as he held me tighter. “So my prince, how are you feeling?” I asked kissing his shoulder.

“Better with you in my arms.” He smiled at me.

[0ciestiel0]

In my Grimm obsession and my Renhardt obsession I’ve made my first Renhardt edit with an unintentional emphasis on Sean Renard. I stand by Grimm underused him and cheated him by not making him full Zauberbiest but that’s a separate post. Anyway I hope there’s some fellow Renhardt enthusiasts out there! I just think they would have been such a good couple.

(Fav canon is Monroe/Rosalee. No one was more adorable than those two.)

[indoraptorgirlwind]

Zauberbiest!Stephen Strange Moodboard

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

infatuation. ( sean renard x reader )

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It felt like he was in a lust-filled daze. He could never predict when he would feel a sudden pull to Juliette. When the fog lifted he could think for himself again, and regret churned his gut as he thought of you. You were always his first thought afterward.

When you found out about Wesen after seeing your work rival woge, Sean was furious when you came to his office, standing up when he saw how freaked out you were and told him what happened. A detective tried to come in to speak to him but Sean sent him away and locked his door, preventing further interruptions.

"I know it sounds crazy - I know! But I know what I saw. H-His face changed right in front of me."

Sean sat on the edge of his desk while you sat on his chair, telling him how your work rival had a personal interest in seeing a man you were prosecuting for several robberies, walk free. When you told him you weren't dropping the case, he woged and you were terrified when he said he could make you change your mind. He tried to grab you and after struggling for a few minutes, you hit him over the head with the desk lamp before fleeing your office and driving to the station to speak to your boyfriend. 

He placed a hand on your shoulder and said he was taking you to his place, knowing that if you went home you were vulnerable. "I'll drive." He sent you a small smile, "Okay?"

You nodded, exhaling shakily as you stood up. Sean got his jacket and led you out of the station to his car. The tension in your shoulders eased a little as you stepped into his apartment, knowing your rival had no way of finding you. Despite dating for eight months, your relationship with Sean was kept private. When you went to the station while working with his detectives on a case, you kept things purely professional - today was your first slip-up.

"I'm sorry for coming to your office I-I should've just called." You turned to him as you removed your jacket.

Sean shook his head, taking your jacket to hang it up by the door. "I'm glad you came to me." He sighed, "I have something to tell you as well."

You were left stunned that evening when he revealed he was a Zauberbiest. You listened as he told you about his family, his mother, and his royal status. You rose from where you were sitting beside him on the sofa, using the coffee table to put distance between you, running a hand through your hair, and began to pace the floor.

"Zauberbiest." You mispronounced.

"Zauberbiest." He corrected with a slow nod, waiting patiently as you tried to absorb the new information.

You halted a few moments later, spinning on your heel to meet his gaze. "D-Do you, you know, change too?"

Sean nodded.

You put a hand on your forehead as you resumed pacing, laughing nervously. "I can't believe this is happening." You paused when you saw him stand and his eyes searched your features for any sign you were afraid of him. You were apprehensive, but not afraid. 

"He may try again tomorrow. I want you to stay here until I handle it." He spoke gently as he approached you as if you were a wide-eyed doe, not wanting to spook you further.

"You think he'll try to..." You trailed off when he nodded, tilting your head up to hold his gaze as he stood in front of you. You wished it was all a bad dream, feeling the instinctive need to seek comfort from him, but you couldn't believe you had dated for so long and had no idea who he really was, so you kept your feet rooted to the ground. You blinked away your tears, feeling overwhelmed by the day's events and revelations, and swallowed the lump in your throat as your eyes took in his features. "Can you show me?"

His expression was hesitant, but after a few moments, he tilted his head from side to side, hearing you gasp when you saw him woge. A patch on his right side became rotted and decayed, affecting his right eye, and noticed another patch on his left side, near his mouth was also affected but the rest of him remained human. Your posture stiffened for a moment until you met his gaze, revealing his discomfort at you seeing him like this. You raised your hand but Sean grabbed your wrist, stopping you when you tried to touch him. He reverted to his human form and eased his grip on your wrist.

"I don't look like the others because I am a hybrid." He broke the tense silence. "A full Zauberbiest or Hexenbiest will change completely."

You placed your hand on his chest and stepped forward, resting your head on his chest. Sean held you in his arms, sighing when he felt how relaxed you were in his embrace as you placed your arms around his waist, clutching onto the back of his shirt, and pressed his lips to your hair.

The wesen was arrested the next day for assault. Breaking and entering was added to the list when Sean learned he had broken into your apartment trying to find you, creating a mess in the process. Since then your relationship went through a lot of changes as you became more involved in the wesen world, a lot of challenges along the way, but you always got through them and while many people would've turned tail and left a long time ago, you remained by his side. More loyal than anyone he ever knew. And Sean knew that if he was less selfish, he would end things. You knew how ruthless he could be, and Sean knew you deserved way better than him, but he wasn't strong enough to give you up. Instead, he put a ring on your finger and promised to love you forever.

Ever since he told you about wesen and his family, Sean silently vowed to always be honest with you. Whether it was one of his schemes or his past, he was an open book to you. Only you.

When he woke Juliette from the coma spell Adalind had cast on her, he hadn't anticipated the side effects it would have on them both. It was an obsession, a sexual attraction that he wanted to break free from. The first time they kissed it took him completely off guard and he felt like an observer rather than feeling in control of his own body. When they pulled away he left, confused and revolted at feeling like he wasn't in control. He decided it was a one-off, and wasn't worth risking you throwing your engagement ring at him over a moment of madness.

He expected the pull drawing them closer to go away because he wanted it to. When Monroe caught them kissing, he realized that something was taking over them and researched the awakening spell he used to find answers on how to end it, even reaching out to people he knew to find them.

You were working late in your office, preparing to meet a defense lawyer in a judge's chambers when they tried to argue the evidence was obtained unlawfully - a stall tactic that was a major waste of your time. Still, you needed to prepare a rebuttal.

Sean was sitting on the couch when he suddenly felt the desire to be with Juliette. He tossed his book aside and stood up, but halted in his steps before he could reach the chair where he had draped his jacket when he came home from work. The distance made his gut churn and the next thing he knew he was inside her house, Nick was gone and they were kissing like they didn't need to breathe. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he tossed it aside. Juliette put her hands on his chest and pushed him against a wall as they kissed.

"No!" He put his hands on her arms and pushed her away. "Leave me alone!"

"I can't."

Despite his mind screaming for him to fight, his hands rose to her cheeks on their own accord and reignited their kiss. An image of you sitting up in bed that morning appeared, smiling at him over your shoulder seductively as you said, "We both know that if we don't get up now we won't leave this bed all day."

In a moment of lucidity, Sean pushed Juliette away, "No!"

She reacted by slapping him so hard that his head whipped to the side. She began to walk away and Sean darted forward, grabbing her arm to make her look at him. 

"Don't you understand? You're going to have to try harder than that."

"I don't want it to stop." She replied quietly.

She reached for him and soon he was laying on top of her on the dining table. She pulled back briefly to tear open his shirt before reigniting their kiss. Sean stepped back when she bit his lower lip, groaning in pain, feeling the blood with his thumb. "You bit me!"

"Get out of here!" Juliette yelled, shoving him away and he crashed into a side table beside the sofa, knocking over the lamp.

"No!" When she walked by him he grabbed her arm, pulling her shirt in the process as she turned and the force had popped off four buttons on her shirt. "This has to stop."

"I know." She kissed him hotly, moaning against his mouth before snatching his pistol from his holster. Sean looked at the redhead when he realized what she had done, and fell to his knees when she slapped him with it, causing his head to bleed as he groaned in pain.

She tossed the gun aside, feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss him again, "I'm so sorry."

Sean pushed her aside when she knelt in front of him. "No!" He stood up and started lashing out at his surroundings. "Fuck!" Images of your teary eyes weakened the hold over him and he walked to a sideboard, swiping his hands at photographs and two lamps that were on display, causing them to crash to the floor, breaking the glass and ceramic. He tried to walk further away but crashed into the doorway, leaning against it as he groaned in pain, feeling as if his entire body was being compressed, trying to force him back to her.

He held his head as he staggered backward, "Argh! This is insane!"

He breathed heavily as he turned to Juliette who was sitting on a chair in the living room, equally conflicted and distraught. She fired several rounds around him, aiming at the walls and the ceiling and Sean felt the side effects of the awakening spell fade as he ducked, kneeling on the ground. He met her teary gaze as she lowered the gun, looking as exhausted and pained as he felt.

He needed to find a way to end this once and for all.

But he knew he couldn't hide it from you anymore.

"What's happening to us?" She whispered.

"I don't know."

Hauling himself to his feet, Sean collected his gun and his jacket before leaving the house and Juliette behind. He climbed into his car and tossed his gun and coat onto the passenger seat, sighing as he rested his head on the headrest afterward. He beat his hands against the steering wheel in frustration for a few minutes, pushing his fists into his eyes, chest tightening as he pictured your reaction when he told you about his and Juliette's sudden infatuation with each other.

You weren't long home from your office and were in the bathroom when he arrived. You dried your face after washing away the makeup and turned to your fiancée when he stood in the doorway. You took notice of his torn open shirt that he had tried to button up but couldn't because the buttons had broken off. "Hey, I was wondering where you were." Your smile faltered at his expression and his appearance.

"We need to talk."

Your eyebrows rose and you nodded slowly, following him to the bedroom down the hall. Sean removed his holster and placed it in the drawer of the bedside table next to his side of the bed. You wrapped your arms around yourself anxiously when he sighed, turning to you with guilt in his eyes.

"Where were you?" You spoke up.

"At Nick's house. With Juliette."

You nodded slowly, "And Nick?"

He shook his head, closing his eyes. "Ever since she woke up from the coma we've felt drawn to one another." Your eyes dropped to the carpet as he continued, "Something happened when she woke up, I don't know what yet, but...I feel this sudden urge to be with her. It's this powerful attraction and -"

"How many times?" You cut him off, meeting his gaze with tears burning your vision.

"Three. Including tonight." He answered.

You nodded slowly, rolling your tongue as your gaze returned to the carpet briefly before you met his gaze when he spoke.

"We kissed. That's it. I tried to fight it off, but -"

You hastily wiped a tear that fell down your cheek but it was followed close behind by more and Sean moved toward you, halting when you held up a trembling hand, unable to look at him.

"When I tried to fight it, there was this searing pain throughout my body." He continued. "I didn't want to go over there tonight. I don't even remember driving to her house. I need you to know that I-I...It isn't me. Something is forcing us together. I have asked around about the awakening spell I used to wake her up, but no one knows why we've become infatuated with each other."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" You asked quietly.

"I thought it was a one-off moment of insanity. When Monroe walked in on us, it was as if I was in control again and I knew that it was some outside influence and I started asking around to find out how to stop it. I don't want her. Something takes control of me, and I want to fix it."

You closed your eyes as you wiped your tears away, exhaling a shaky breath. You always knew him to be very controlled. Hell, you hadn't heard him raise his voice in the entirety of your relationship.

"So you think it's the spell?" You met his gaze and he sighed, relieved you weren't packing your bags and throwing your ring at him. If the roles were reversed he doubted he could have been so calm. The thought of you with someone else was enough to make him volatile.

"It has to be."

You nodded softly. "Does Nick know?"

"He left work a while ago and wasn't home. She must've told him."

You ran your hands through your hair, ruffling it a little as you tried to fend off more tears. It was time to think as if it was a case you were presenting, and not with emotion. "Okay, okay..." You noticed the blood on his lip and left temple as your eyes took in his disheveled appearance. "What happened?" 

"She hit me with my gun." He motioned to his temple, "And while we were kissing she -"

"Right." You cleared your throat. "Take a shower and we'll figure out where to go from here."

Sean sighed at the thought of finally washing off the feel of Juliette's touch and stepped forward when you headed out of the bedroom. Deciding not to reach out to you when you actively avoided looking at his ripped-open shirt, Sean went to the bathroom while you went to the kitchen to make coffee.

More tears fell at the thought of them together, but you knew that if there was a way to stop it, you would help him.

After his shower, he joined you at the dining table and knew it was a strategic move to keep some distance between you after his revelation. By now, if the roles had been reversed, the man would have been tortured and his dead body disposed of, but you trusted him and while he had done some questionable things and didn't deserve your love or your loyalty, he was thankful for it.

Sean had told you about the Heart Purification Potion he had a Hexenbiest brew so he could wake Juliette. You were hesitant at first but you knew Nick well professionally, working together during his cases that went to trial. You had coached him for the stand many times and whenever your paths crossed outside of work you always stopped to catch up with each other and knew that if your fiancée could save his girlfriend, you couldn't stop him. If it was Sean in a comatose state, you would do anything to save him. You cared about Nick, and while you were wary of any Wesen who wasn't your fiancée, you set your feelings aside and hoped that everything would work out in the end with no bad effects.

"You should speak to Catherine. She did make the potion." You told him.

"I tried. Soon as I mentioned side effects she's been avoiding me. Don't worry I've got some people looking for her."

Despite the situation you found yourself in, your lips twitched in the faintest of smiles as you looked down at the table while you recalled how Wu and other officers had apprehended the Wesen who threatened you. When Sean told you he was arrested, you asked how they found the Wesen and he explained he had sent some people to draw him into the open where Wu apprehended him.

At three am you couldn't fight how exhausted you both were and in four hours you would be getting ready for work, so you took your mugs to the sink and headed to your bedroom. You climbed into bed and glanced at him as he walked to his side of the bed before lying down on your back, hands resting on your stomach as he lay next to you, mirroring your position.

He broke the silence that had taken over the apartment since you agreed to call it a night. "Thank you." You turned your head to look at him, "For never abandoning me even when you probably should have."

You let a small smile form on your lips, "Well, you do leave mugs next to the sink,"

Sean chuckled and you turned on your side, lifting his left arm so you could rest your head on his chest and he put his right hand on your waist as he brought you closer. You smiled serenely, shoulders rising and falling in a silent content sigh.

As silence filled the room he recalled the day you met. Hank and Nick were struggling with a kidnapping case and the lawyer assigned to their prime suspect was trying to poke holes in their arrest, but Sean had been there and knew it was all lawful. You were stuck in traffic and Wu led you to the Captain's office where the four men were growing heated, frustration boiling over in the cops.

You thanked Wu when he opened the door, announcing your name to Sean who thanked you for coming to the station so late. You recognized the suspect's lawyer, having dealt with him twice before, and Bauer was known to grasp at straws. You thanked Nick when he stood up to give you his chair, picking up where they had left off.

"He claims you injured him during the arrest."

"Were the cuffs too tight?" You jested with a smirk and a raise of your eyebrow.

"It's a serious allegation." Bauer continued.

You looked at Nick and Hank, "Did you make sure he didn't hit his head as he got into the car?"

"Of course." Nick played along.

You looked at Bauer talking before he could, "If he wants to make a complaint, it's well within your client's rights. Just as it is the department's right to provide statements for review and a judge to decide whether he is full of bullcrap."

Nick and Hank poorly hid their amusement while Sean observed the interaction with interest, the only sign he was amused was his eyes which you quickly realized you could get lost in.

"I would be careful if I were you. This can get very ugly, very fast."

You watched as Bauer stood up and walked out, turning to the two detectives. "I'd like to hear this allegation for myself."

Hank nodded, "I'll get him into interrogation."

You thanked him as you stood up and he walked out. You held your briefcase in front of you with both hands as you looked at Sean, "Is there any merit to the complaint?"

"None."

You nodded, looking at Nick, "He'll make a lot of noise but once I read you and your partner's reports I'll have a better idea of where to go from here. He will argue that you should be benched in the meantime, but that decision is up to your Captain." You turned your head to meet Sean's gaze, the corner of your lips lifting, "So I'd be extra kind to him for the next few days."

Hank opened the door, announcing that the suspect was ready.

"Thank you." Sean said, drawing your attention back to him, "I know how the traffic can be at this hour."

"I never turn down the opportunity to mess with the defense."

Nick and Hank's expressions were comical as they raised their eyebrows when you sent their Captain a wink before the two detectives led the way to the interrogation room.

A few days later when you returned to the station, alone in his office as you discussed the case, he invited you to dinner.

You sensed he was getting lost in his thoughts and lifted your head from his chest. "What are you thinking about?"

He grazed his fingers along your cheek and your eyelids fluttered, a smile forming on your lips when he began to recall your first date. You had shared a bottle of wine throughout dinner, and after you finished eating you ordered drinks, losing track of time. You talked about your jobs, and since you were new to Portland, you asked about the city, and he asked about your family. And when you asked about his family, he told you he wasn't close to them. But soon he would reveal the truth.

Sean got a cab to take you home and not wanting the night to end, you invited him inside for a drink. He was as enamored with you now as he was then, and he doubted there would be a time when he wouldn't be.

He placed a hand on your cheek, moving his left hand to your back. "I love you."

The next night you found yourself standing in a spice shop with a Blutbad and a Fuchsbau as the latter prepared the Infatuation cure. Sean had asked you to meet him there and as you learned more from Rosalee about the potion, you were worried for your fiancée when she told you that it was the only way to stop Sean and Juliette from killing each other. Sean had told you about Nick being a Grimm the same night he revealed he was a Zauberbiest and to see the two together, followed by Juliette, was an odd sight. But from what you had learned from Monroe and Rosalee, no stranger than a Grimm being friends with Wesens.

You leaned in to kiss him with a tenderness that always left him craving more. "I love you too."

You closed your eyes when he brought you closer, sighing contently when you rested your head on his shoulder, and throughout the night, he didn't loosen his hold on you, afraid that he'd wake up to find you were gone.

You sent him a small smile when he stood beside you. "Everything okay?" You whispered.

"It's about to be."

You weren't often affectionate around people you knew, but given the dire circumstances, you no longer cared and placed your hand on his chest as you leaned into his side. If he was surprised, he didn't show it, nor did he care as his hand rose to rest on your back instinctively.

Nick looked at the two of you. After meeting his Captain at the cabin, the two had fought before he saw Sean woge for the first time. His surprise granted Sean time to express his regret about Marie's death and that "nobody wants this thing with Juliette to end more than I do". Nick was stunned when Sean tossed him the key Marie gave him. When he returned to the spice shop to find you waiting with Monroe and Rosalee, he understood why and wondered how he had never suspected that Renard was the fiancée you had spoken about briefly when he congratulated you on your engagement when he first saw your ring.

Once the cure was finished Rosalee poured the mixture into a glass and you grimaced when you saw the white, lumpy concoction. You knew it would taste worse than it looked.

Nick didn't hesitate to pick up the glass and gulped down the cure, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He took a deep breath and glanced at all of you. "That was it?"

"No." You looked at Sean when he answered.

A few seconds ticked by and you gasped when Nick hunched over in pain.

"That's it."

Nick knocked over a chair and Juliette rushed to his side when he fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.

"Nick!" She knelt beside the Grimm while everyone gathered around him. "What is happening?"

You frowned when you saw his skin turning red as Sean's had when he took the potion Catherine made.

"It's part of the process he has to go through," Rosalee explained.

"Nick, please hold on." Juliette held his hand and your frown deepened as you stood next to your fiancée, subconsciously holding his hand, placing your left hand on his arm. Sensing your worry, he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"I don't understand any of this. What process?" Juliette asked the Fuchsbau.

"Juliette, he's gonna be okay," Monroe assured her as he crouched beside Rosalee who was dabbing Nick's head.

"He doesn't look okay!" Juliette raised her voice, her eyes darting around the group, and you understood her concern the most, having lost decades of your life when Sean collapsed. "We have to call 911!" 

"They can't help him," Sean told her.

"This is crazy. You're all crazy!"

"It's the only way to stop what's going on between you and him," Monroe replied, motioning to Sean, "You didn't explain to her what we have to do?" The Blutbad asked him.

"How do I explain something I don't fully understand?"

"How certain are we that this is going to work? I'm dropping to seventy percent." You bit the inside of your cheek anxiously.

"I'm calling an ambulance." Juliette got off the floor and Monroe stopped her from getting her handbag.

"No, no, no. You can't do that. Juliette, listen. You know, I'm Nick's friend, right? And I would never do anything to hurt him. He asked you here for a reason. Nick is doing this for you."

You looked at your fiancée, "Do you feel anything?"

"Boredom, mainly." He replied, and you sent him an unimpressed look. "No, it's not doing anything."

You frowned as you turned your head to look at the Blutbad as he tried to calm down the concerned redhead. "I know. A lot of this we're never gonna fully be able to explain."

"Tell me the part you can explain." 

"The cat -" Monroe began but she walked away, and Sean left your side to crouch beside Nick, starting to believe that his solution was less of a definite cure and more of a hopeful one.

"You've been through this." Rosalee directed at Sean who nodded. "How long did it take to come out of it?"

You crossed your arms and anxiously bit your thumbnail.

"I don't know. I didn't even know where I was until I woke up." Sean sighed, turning his head to meet your gaze.

You moved to kneel next to him and looked at the Fuchsbau who looked at you hopefully. "I got home and he was already..." You gestured to Nick, swallowing thickly. "I tried shaking him but he didn't move. I thought about calling 911 like twelve times...so a half hour? Maybe, twenty minutes?"

Juliette calmed down as she listened to you and Monroe took the opportunity to try and explain when she wasn't waving her arms and raising her voice. 

"You know, how you have feelings for Captain Renard? You can't explain where they came from - like you just woke up one day and you were crazy about a person you barely knew. Is that about right?"

"Yeah."

You reached out to feel Nick's forehead and looked at Rosalee who was dabbing his cheeks, sending the concerned Fuchsbau a nod. "He's cooling down."

She sighed softly, continuing to dab the Grimm to keep him cool.

"There are a lot of things in the human body hormonal and chemical that can trigger these inexplicable emotional nuclear meltdowns and what we're dealing with is sort of a pheromone gone wild," Monroe paused to find the verb to describe the situation. You noticed Sean turn his head in your direction and looked away from Nick, meeting his gaze. Seeing the guilt in his eyes you sent him a small smile that he returned briefly, and you were aware of Rosalee's eyes watching you both. "fiasco." Sean looked away and you inwardly sighed as you looked at the Grimm, hoping he would wake up soon and end this nightmare. "All we're attempting to do is reverse the maniacal behavior before something even worse happens."

Noticing his eyes moving behind his eyelids, you looked at Juliette, "He's coming out of it."

The redhead walked toward the Grimm who groaned and Sean moved away, offering you a hand as you got off the ground. You stood by Nick's feet, resuming your earlier stance, holding Sean's hand and grasping his arm, as Juliette knelt beside the Grimm. 

"Nick? Nick, can you hear me?" She asked as he groaned, his eyes slowly opening as he lifted a hand to his head. "Can you hear us?"

You looked at Sean who was watching the detective sit up, despite Rosalee warning him not to move too fast.

"Thirsty." Nick rasped.

Monroe quickly fetched him some water and held it to Rosalee who handed it to Nick who was a little disorientated. 

"Okay! So that's it?" Juliette said hopefully.

"In my experience, this is the easy part." You told the redhead who frowned at Rosalee.

"There is one more thing the two of you have to do." She glanced at Sean, "Come with me." 

Juliette quickly followed after her and you clasped your hands in front of your lips as Sean followed, sighing as you turned to the Grimm as Monroe tried to stop him from following Juliette.

"And there's one more thing you have to do too." Monroe steadied him with his hands on his shoulders.

You twisted your engagement ring anxiously before following the two men out of the room. You bit the inside of your cheek as you observed Monroe using a needle to prick Nick's finger, squeezing the blood into a tiny jar. "Probably best if they don't know about this part." The Blutbad said as he squeezed more blood into the jar and you glanced away with a grimace.

"I wish I didn't know about this part either," Nick replied.

You looked over your shoulder when Rosalee called out to Monroe. "Monroe, almost ready. You got that last ingredient?" 

"Yeah, just getting it now." He replied.

Once the Blutbad had enough the three of you joined the others and you stood by the doorway, meeting your fiancée's gaze. Monroe stood next to Juliette, across the table from Rosalee and the Blutbad hid the jar as he handed it to her, but Juliette noticed the secrecy and pointed at her hand.

"What is that?"

"Just a flavoring to cut the bitterness." Rosalee lied, and you held back a grimace when she poured the beaker of yellowish liquid into the blood.

"Can we please just get this over with?" Juliette sighed as she watched Rosalee purposefully make sure her hand hid the contents of the jar Monroe handed to her.

Rosalee dispensed the combined mixture into two small cups, tucking the tiny jar into her cardigan pocket before holding out the cups to Sean and Juliette.

"This better work." Sean eyed the mixture apprehensively.

"Now what?"

You saw in that moment how much he detested being attracted to Juliette, realizing the reason he didn't tell you sooner was because he was afraid you would end your engagement. In that moment, you saw for the first time how much he truly believed he didn't deserve you. Considering his past, it wasn't a complete surprise to know he was always waiting for someone to betray him. But you never would.

You held your breath as they both drank the mixture and set the cups down on the table. They glanced at each other while Nick looked at Juliette hopefully, and the redhead turned to Rosalee expectantly.

"Hopefully this will eradicate the intense desire you two have for one another and put you back in a more normal and even emotional state," The Fuchsbau replied, "but we'll have to wait and see."

"So no visible signs then? Violent jerking? Disgusted gasps?" You spoke up.

Nick shared a look with you as you were both hoping for more than a 'time will tell' ending.

"Well, I'm not waiting here, I'm going home. Alone." Juliette announced, pointing at Nick and Sean before walking out and you inwardly sighed when you saw Nick watching her go.

You looked at Monroe when he refused to let the room be drenched in silence, "Well, I think the alone was a step in the right direction."

Nick sighed as he stood up, "Well, I'm going to make sure she stays alone."

Amused, Rosalee shook her head and you thanked the duo, knowing Sean never would and followed the half-Zauberbiest to the door. He held it open for you as you walked out of the spice shop before following after you.

You watched the Grimm as he left, before turning your head to look at your fiancée who was already looking at you as if to say "can we go now?".

You glanced at Monroe and Rosalee, "Do I need to handcuff him to the bed or something?"

Since he had driven with Nick, you walked down the street to your car, looping your arm with his. "You know, before I found out about Wesen life was much simpler." Sean turned his head to meet your gaze and you sent him a mischievous smile. "How do you feel?"

"I don't feel any different." He sighed, "What was in that jar?"

"Nick's blood." You told him, smiling when he grimaced as you approached your car. "You know what that means?" You unlocked the vehicle and opened the door, looking at him over the roof. "No, kissing. Ever."

A smirk formed on his lips as you both got into the car and you put on your seatbelt before turning the keys. You looked at him when he sighed, resting his head on the headrest. "I can't wait for this to be over."

You sent him a small smile before heading home. As you got ready for bed that night you could hear him scrubbing his teeth and shook your head as you got into bed. "I'm still not kissing you!" You called out to him when you heard the water stop.

Sean entered a few moments later and you giggled at his expression. He joined you in bed and you sighed tiredly as you laid down. You leaned over to kiss him and turned his chin so your lips touched his cheek. He sighed and you laughed softly as you smiled down at him, propping yourself up with your arm.

"Goodnight."

"Night." He turned to face you as you laid down again, shuffling onto your side and he brought you to his chest. You took a few seconds to make yourselves comfortable, adjusting the sheets and your position slightly. You closed your eyes, feeling his muscles relax as he released a sigh. Your eyes opened when his fingers ghosted over your head, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I've never cared about someone, or loved them as much as I love you." He whispered.

You placed a hand on his jaw, gazing up at him as his eyes closed when you brushed your thumb over his cheek. "No matter what happens, we'll always have each other." You reassured him, meeting his gaze briefly before closing your eyes and kissing him softly. He placed one hand on your back and another on your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

There have been many challenges throughout your relationship. Whether it was his family, people threatening you because of his schemes or finding time to spend time together when you were both swimming in paperwork, you always saw the light at the end of the tunnel and came out the other side stronger. This time was no different.

Within a few days, everything and everyone went back to normal, and you never held their actions against them, knowing that they couldn't control it and that Sean was internally punishing himself more than enough despite your understanding. Juliette and Nick got back together, and in two short months, you took off your engagement ring, and Sean replaced it with a wedding ring.

[metataxy]

Grimm: Hexenbiest!Juliette/Nick, Part 3

Summary: What if, when Juliette was becoming a Hexenbiest, she told Nick before Renard?

In which people actually talk about their feelings, and Nick discovers the benefits of having a Hexenbiest for a girlfriend.

<---- Part 1 Here , Part 2   Not posting to AO3 until I figure out where this is going.

Warnings: Sex between consenting adults, monster-fucking (the monsters being Nick and Juliette), canon-typical death/violence, allusions to sex magic.

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She wakes up with calm conviction.  Adalind will never stop coming after them.  She knows the other Hexenbiest as certainly as she knows herself now.  Nick’s mother killed her mother and took her daughter.  Whether or not Adalind actually liked Catherine Schade or has any attachment to her daughter beyond using her as leverage in her schemes is immaterial.  Nick took Adalind’s powers with a kiss and she paid him back in kind.  What Kelly Burkhardt did was less murder than an insult to be answered, and Adalind will answer in blood.

When she explains her intent to Monroe and Rosalie, she and Nick are visiting the spice shop, for an exceptionally mundane order of skin cream and tea.  She refuses to involve their friends, but they need to know.  “In case Adalind decides to strike out against you as well,” she tells them.  

“Have you warned Kelly or Trubel about this?” Monroe asks, descending a ladder with a big jar of kokum butter.”

“Not yet,” Nick answers, leaning against the counter.  

“Don’t you think you might want to get on that?  I mean, just in case Adalind figures out where they’re at and targets them?”  He sets down the jar and refers to the ingredient list at Rosalind’s elbow.  “Huh,” he reads.  “Didn’t know there was a specific skincream for Hexenbiest.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve seen me woged.”

“Isn’t it a bit late to start moisturizing—owww!” he exclaims as Rosalie elbows him in the side.

“Monroe!”

“What?!”

Juliette giggles a little, breaking the tension.  With everything that’s changed, she’s pleased to see Monroe is comfortable enough with her to be so awkwardly candid.  He grins back at her, maybe a bit uncertainly, but he’s grinning.

“Seriously though,” Rosalie tells them, compounding the ingredients in her large wooden bowl with a mortar, “while woged, Hexenbiest skin tends to be thick, but brittle, like well,” she glances at Juliette, “uncured leather.  As hexenbiest age, it tends to tear or flake away.  Nick, grab the almond extract from that shelf, would you?”

“Lovely,” Juliette says drily as Nick rummages through a smaller shelf of botanical oils.  “Something else to look forward to.  I guess you probably sell a lot of this stuff?”

“Not as much as you’d expect.  While the tearing can be painful, most witches let it happen.”

“Ewww, why?”

Rosalie raises her eyes from the bowl towards Juliette.  “Well,” she begins matter-of-factly.  When Rosalie uses that tone, it means Juliette either should already know this, or won’t like it.  “The degree of decay on a hexen or zauberbiest usually as much an indicator of power as age.  Witches tend to be attracted to power, so from what I know, most prefer to let the decay process evolve naturally, even if the loss of skin makes them more vulnerable to physical damage or infections.”

Nick hands Rosalie the almond extract.  The Grimm takes a quick whiff.  “Mmm.  Smells good.”

Rosalie sniffs experimentally.  “Too good.  Get the wolfsbane, Nick.”

“No, really?” Monroe complains.  “You want her wearing that?”

“They have hundejaegers after them.  I’m not sending my best friend out wearing something even I could smell from a dozen feet away.  The wolfsbane will at least scramble their noses.”

“And ours,” grouses Monroe.  

Rosalie stirs in the powdered wolfsbane and grabs a broad glass jar from the shelf.  

“Renard has open wounds everywhere,” Juliette notes.

Rosalie shrugs.  Nick comes up behind her, winds his arms around her waist.

“Should I be jealous?” he teases.  

She snorts.  “Based on last night?” she asks coyly.  “I don’t think you need to worry.”

Rosalie looks up pink-cheeked from where she’s scooped the preparation into the glass jar, and Monroe clears his throat.  Nick’s molded his body perfectly against hers, and the black of his pupils has filled his eyes rim to rim.  It recedes as they pull reluctantly away from each other.

“Wow,” Rosalie murmurs.

“Yeah,” Monroe adds.  “I mean, I’m not even woged, and your eyes are doing the Grimm thing.”

“I wonder if it’s something to do with living in close proximity to a hexenbiest,” Rosalie considers.  Nick shrugs.  “Have you noticed this before?”

He and Juliette glance at each other helplessly.  Over the past few weeks, Nick’s eyes have become normal to her, and truthfully, if it happens, it’s usually when they’re fighting or—

“A few times,” she pinks.  

“Huh.  Might want to keep an eye on that.  Don’t want to like, Grimm out and get caught by unfriendly wesen,” Monroe mutters.  “Have you seen, like, anything about this in the books?”

“Surprisingly, my ancestors weren’t too keen on writing down Grimm secrets,” Nick complains.  

“Right, in case a wesen got their hands on the book,” Monroe decides as Rosalie sweeps the debris from the tabletop.  “Hey, maybe your Mom would know.  You have to write her anyways to tell her about Adalind, and—wait, do your Mom and Trubel even know Juliette’s a hexenbiest yet?”

“I’m just not sure how you tell someone that in email.  Like, what am I supposed to write?”  Juliette snorts.  “ ‘Hi Kelly, hope things are nice where you’re at, by the way, your son’s fiancée is one of those monsters you’ve been slaughtering your whole life’?”

“Ouch, yeah, maybe don’t lead with that,” Monroe agrees, gathering up the jars on the table and returning them to the shelves.

“Fiancée?!” Rosalie exclaims.  “You didn’t tell me—oh my god, that’s a gorgeous ring!  When did this happen?”

Juliette holds her hand across the table so Rosalie can appreciate her new jewelry more closely.  The fuchsbau wipes her oily fingers on a rag and holds Juliette’s hand up to the light. “About a week or two ago?  I’m honestly sorry, I meant to tell you before, but things have been crazy.”

“Oh my goodness,” Rosalie exclaims again, before letting Juliette take back her hand.  “So when’s the wedding?”

Juliette glances at Nick and shrugs.  “Actually, we’re probably just going to have a quiet civil ceremony at Town Hall soon as I have a day off.  We were hoping you’d be witnesses.”

“Yes,” Monroe says immediately.  “Gosh, yes, we’d be honoured.”

“Nick wanted a big church wedding,” Juliette confides, “but with everything going on—”

“We wanted to limit casualties,” Nick says frankly.  After what happened at Monroe and Rosalie’s wedding, and afterwards, it made the most sense.  Plenty of wesen would consider the marriage of a Grimm opportunity enough for violence.  The marriage of a Grimm to a Hexenbiest?  The kind of people who’d object wouldn’t care that Juliette had once been human.

“I hear you,” Monroe says, though Rosalie looks wistful.  Despite all the anxiety she’d had around her own wedding planning, the other woman loved weddings in general.  No doubt she’d looking forward to helping out with one she wasn’t personally responsible for.

“Want to help me shop for my dress?” Juliette asks her, and the fuchsbau immediately perks up.  

“Yes,” she says definitively.  “What were you thinking of--”

A loud knock sounds at the door.

“We’re closed!” Rosalie yells.

“Please, I need help!” comes a familiar voice.

“Captain?” Nick says, rounding the table.  

He pulls back the blind from the front door and confirms, yes, it’s Sean Renard.  He unlocks the door and the taller man stumbles in.  Nick steadies him and glances at his shirt.

“You’re bleeding!” Nick turns. “Rosalie, call an ambulance—”

“Don’t call an ambulance,” Renard interjects, then groans, clutching at his side as Nick guides him into the back, onto the settee.  “These aren’t regular wounds.  It’s from when I was shot months ago at your place, Nick.  They haven’t healed.”

Rosalie opens his shirt with brisk efficiency to expose the bulletholes oozing anew.

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know.  I died and my mother performed a Hexenbiest ritual to bring me back.  Since then I’ve been missing time—” he hissed as Rosalie poured a disinfectant on the wound.  “I need help.”

“If this is about a Hexenbiest ritual, why aren’t you asking Henrietta?” Juliette asks.  Renard groans again as Rosalie tapes cotton compresses over the wounds.  Juliette considers, and then realizes, “Oh. She’d ask for a favour, wouldn’t she?”

Renard opens his eyes and stares out at her, unimpressed.

“I’m glad you’re catching on,” he says blandly.  “Transactions are simpler with Miss. Calvert than with Hexenbiest.  She accepts cash.  I’m not sure what Henrietta would demand if I showed up at her door in this condition, and frankly—thanks,” he accepts a cup of tea Rosalie has poured for him, “I’d rather not find out.”

Nick’s phone rings.  “It’s the station,” he announced.  He listens for a couple minutes, punctuated by “Sure,” and “Uh huh,” then slips the phone back in his pocket, and goes to the coat rack.  “Another prostitute found dead downtown.  Same M.O.  Gotta go.”

“Again?” grumbles the Captain.  

“Hey, the report will be on your desk in the morning.”

“Thanks,” Renard grunts as Nick rushes out of the shop.  “So can you help me?”

“It would help if we knew what ritual was used.”

Renard’s eyes pivot to a canvas bag he’s brought with him.  “Take a look in there.”

Juliette picks up the bag.  She removes first, the conical hat she remembers from the ritual to become Adalind, and then, the same heavy grimoire that contained the recipe.  

“No telling if the spell is in the book, but it’s the only one to which we have access at the moment.”  His eyes narrow in on Juliette.  “Unless Henrietta has loaned you any?”

Juliette shakes her head regretfully.  “No.  I asked.” Her mouth twists bitterly.  “She doesn’t want a Grimm learning any of our secrets,” she complains.

“Reasonable,” Renard says, and she stares at him, stunned.  “You probably couldn’t learn all of her spells anyways.  Certain abilities are tied to family lineages.”

“Great,” Juliette huffs, slumping down on an armchair with the spellbook and pulling idly at the cover.  “Just great.  So this thing,” she lifts the spellbook, “is probably useless to me because I’m brand-new and super-special with no actual hexenbiest ancestry?”

“No,” Renard says.

Monroe looks at him.  “Wait, you’re saying she does have hexenbiest ancestry and that the ritual to get Nick his Grimm back unlocked it—”

“It’s possible, but that’s not what I meant,” Renard grumbles, pushing himself up on his chair.  He looks squarely at Juliette.  “Juliette, you became a hexenbiest using Adalind’s hair, using a ritual from her mother’s spellbook.”

“What,” Juliette says, dropping the book in her lap.  “So like, I’m related to that ho-bag now?”

Renard looks pained, and Juliette remembers he slept with Adalind.  And her mother.  Multiple times, apparently.

“If you like,” he says dismissively.  She tries not to gag.  “The point is, that spellbook,” his chin lifts to indicate it.  “If there are any hexenbiest spells other than simple telekinesis that you can perform, that’ll be in there.”

“Great.  How do I open it?”

In response, he pulls a knife from a shealth somewhere up his wrist and casually flings it at her.  She stops it, glaring, and plucks it point-first from thin air.  “Really?  You can’t just pass it like a normal person?”

“We’re not normal people,” he tells her.  

She picks up the knife curiously and experimentally, tries to wedge the tip in the book.

“Umm,” begins Rosalie.  

“You need your blood,” Renard explains helpfully.

“Of course it needs blood,” grouses Juliette.  “What part of being a Hexenbiest is not totally disgusting?” She glances across at Renard.  “Can’t you do this part?”

“I’m a zauberbiest.  It’s not the same.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t Henrietta explain any of that?”

Juliette cuts open her hand, bleeds on the closed edge, and the book opens with a hiss like the decompression of a pneumatic brake.  “No.  She keeps saying I’ll find out when I’m older.  Why the heck are these books always in German?” she groans.

“Let’s see,” Monroe says helpfully, and she hands it over to him without another word.  “Wow, this is…” his voice trails off as he starts skimming through the pages.

“So what the heck is the difference between a Zauberbiest and a Hexenbiest?”

Renard looks irritated and rubs his temples, then turns to Rosalie.  “Surely you could have told her,” he accuses.  

“I don’t know all that much about Hexenbiest besides what everyone says, and I didn’t want to give Juliette the wrong idea based on rumours,” Rosalie protests, refilling her husband’s teacup and setting a scone on the empty plate at his elbow.  Almost automatically, Monroe reaches for it and begins eating over the priceless rare grimoire.

That’s probably bad, Juliette thinks, but given that all Nick’s Grimm books have survived three cops eating coffee and fast food over top of them these past four years, the blood-sealed Hexenbiest book is probably fine.

Probably.

“Well, the rumours are at least partly true,” Renard tells them.  He’s carefully not looking at her eyes.  “Witch spells are specific to their sex, and some rituals require sexual acts to raise the power they require.”

“Between a Hexenbiest and a Zauberbiest?” Juliette asks carefully.  The air feels charged.

“Between a witch and a member of the opposite sex, but yes, couplings between Hexen and Zauberbiest usually raise the most energy.”  He’s studying her face carefully, and she tries to hold herself impassive.  “Witches almost never use these spells though.  They’re too dangerous and unpredictable.  If you ever decide to perform such a ritual, you’ll have to ask the local coven for their permission and assistance.”

“Coven?”

“It’s like the Eisbieber’s lodge,” Rosalie chimes in from where she’s reading the grimoire over Monroe’s shoulder, “but for Hexenbiest.”

“Rituals like that are performed in groups.”

“Right.  Because who doesn’t love an orgy?” Juliette snarks.

Renard isn’t agreeing with her, but she can see he wants to.  “It’s to ensure you don’t make a mistake and to amplify your energy if necessary.  In the past, whole villages have been accidentally taken out by the backlash when a couple didn’t raise enough power to meet the conditions of the rite.  Those kinds of mistakes tend to end in witch hunts,” he tells her seriously.

“Geez.  All the stories I’ve ever heard were about the witches sacrificing people to the devil in exchange for riches or beauty or what-have-you,” Monroe says, eyes still on the book.  “Kinda interesting to hear about it from the other side.”

“Have you found anything yet?”

“Cure for leprosy, cure for genital warts, cure for palsy, about two dozen different love potions, ritual to right a crushed body—”

“—copy that out,” Juliette tells him, and the others look at her.  “What?  I’m still a veterinarian and you wouldn’t believe how many pets get run over by cars.”

“Right.  Yeah, no, sorry man, nothing yet.  There’s a few written in Greek and Arabic.”

“We’ll keep looking,” Rosalie promises Renard.  “Do you feel well enough to get home, or would you like to stay with us for the night?”

“Home,” Renard says.  He wavers to his feet.  He’s steadier than before, but Rosalie still looks concerned.  “Oh dear.  Maybe one of us should give you a ride home.”

“I can do it,” Juliette volunteers without thinking, and then hates herself for it.  Fifteen, twenty minutes in a car, alone, with Sean Renard.  Too late though.  Rosalie grabs the Captain’s coat and gives Juliette a careful look.  “Call us if you get into any trouble,” she tells her the on the way out the door.  Juliette can tell she’s only half joking.

They’ve been driving a few minutes when Renard finally speaks.  “So.  How are you doing?”

There are multitude of answers to that question.  Juliette chooses the least complicated one.

“Not bad.”

He nods, seeming to accept her response.  “And Nick?”

“We’re engaged.”

This does seem to surprise him.  “Oh.” He glances at her finger.  It really is a relief to finally wear the ring that’s been sitting in Nick’s sock drawer for the past five years.  “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

A few more minutes pass.  “Have you heard from his mother at all.”

“Not much.” She knows what he’s really asking.  “Diana’s okay though.”

“That’s good.”

She turns onto the highway.  “What I can’t get is why everyone’s after her.  Do they really believe she’s like, some wesen Messiah?”

“Some might.  We’re a superstitious lot,” Renard remarks, staring out the window.  “Mostly, it’s because of her lineage.  The Royals are dying out.  We’re not like other wesen.  If we marry outside the bloodline, the offspring don’t inherit our characteristics.”

“But you’re…” she glances at him.

He laughs.  “Well, yes.  A surprise.  Not even my mother was expecting it.”

“How can they tell you’re like, an actual Royal and not just really charming?”  

He looks at her, a small smile twisting the corner of his mouth.  “I’d demonstrate, but not while you’re driving.”

She hears the noise of sirens somewhere in the distance, and wonders if Nick is there.  She doesn’t wonder, as she might have five years ago, if he’ll come home safe tonight.  She knows.

“Inbreeding has rendered most of the Royals all but infertile.  Any Royal child would be worth a small fortune to them.”

“But Diana is mostly Hexenbiest.”

“Yes,” his mouth tightens.  “There are those who find the idea of a biest with Royal abilities threatening.  I faced several assassination attempts growing up.  Fortunately,” he says, shrugging, “most of the people behind those attempts have passed on.”

Of natural causes, she was sure.  Elizabeth Lascelles took motherhood seriously.

“There are others who will find her desirable for the same reasons.  New blood could strengthen the family.”

“So why aren’t all the Royal ladies asking you out?” she asks.

He looks unamused.  “They’ve tried.  The last people I’d trust to raise a child are my father’s family.”

She turns down his road and parks the car in the driveway.

“Thanks for the ride,” he says, and glances at her measuringly.  “Are you still curious about what a Royal can do?”

She looks at him.  Her heart is beating faster, her chest feels tight, she feels like she’s on the edge of some unseen possibility.

“Yes.”

“Give me your hand.”

He takes her right hand in his.  His hands are large, his knuckles and palms callused from hours at the dojo and on the shooting range.  

“Most Royals can do this without physical contact,” he murmurs.  “I never had much of a knack for that.” He inhales, and then an extraordinary energy runs through Juliette, like an electric current, raising her hair on end as it goes.  In its wake, her woge rushes over her, unbidden.  Its power expands past her.  She opens her eyes, and she’s levitated every loose object in the car, she’s floating, and Renard is smiling.

“How…” she begins, reeling, trying to ground herself.  

“Royals can amplify other wesen’s abilities,” he explains.  

She’d known that.  But knowing it hadn’t prepared her for what it felt like.

“I’ve been doing it to Nick when I can.”

“Nick’s a Grimm.  Not a wesen.”

Renard huffs.  “Right.  That’s what they want to believe.”

There was a lot to unpack in that statement, but she was too busy trying to wrestle her power under control to think about it.  

“You going to be alright?”

“Uh huh.”

Renard opens the car door, pauses, and turns to Juliette, a perplexed look on his face.  “Juliette?”

“Uh huh?”

“The car is floating a foot off the ground.”

“Well crap,” she swears.

“No worries,” Renard says soothingly.  “You see that tree out in the field there?  It’s dead.  Farmer hasn’t had the time to take it out yet and doesn’t want to pay someone to do it for him.  It would be very convenient if it struck by lightning.  Or uprooted.  Take your pick.”

She doesn’t.  She yanks the tree up by its roots and then looses all her excess energy on it, until all that’s left is a cloud of smoke wavering over the field.  The car and every loose object in it suddenly remembers gravity, and they bounce back to the driveway.

Renard laughs.  “Extraordinary.”  She’s suddenly starving and still charged with energy, like she’s just run a five mile marathon and could run five miles more.  Renard exits the car, turns to her.  “If you ever need help with a spell,” he says slowly, “let me know.”

“Right.  Thanks.”

He shuts her door and she backs out of his driveway, thinking.

She’s not thinking about Sean Renard.

She’s thinking about Nick, and exactly how he’s going to help her use up this extra energy when he gets home.

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The next day, they go shopping for a more durable bedframe.

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To: bheader@gmail.com From: js234923@gmail.com

Hi M,

Rs here and trying to locate their missing item.  Someone asked us about it.  Sent them on their way.  Recommend you stay on vacation.

N is back to their old self.  I helped.  It was a life-changing experience.  I feel a lot closer to D and her mom now.  N & I are great and I’m better equipped to help out with his work now.

XO your daughter, J.

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Juliette pities the Hexenbiest who have never fought back to back with a Grimm.

There are two great weaknesses of Hexenbiest.  The first is that while their transformation gives them strength, their vision and hearing end up on par with the half-dead crones they appear to be.  Their situational awareness is terrible, which only compounds their second weakness: the focus required for casting a spell leaves them vulnerable to other attacks.  It takes her a fraction of a second to snap a man’s neck, but in that time, other assailants could shoot her.  Stronger spells take more time and might backlash on her if she releases them before they’re ready.  Interrupting her focus during a major casting could be as deadly to her as bullet.

Grimm, with their preternatural awareness in battle and enhanced reflexes, are both the perfect enemies and the perfect counterparts of Hexenbiest.

She learns this when she and Nick attack the hotel where the Royals are staying with Adalind.

With some help from Trubel, whose current job is hush-hush but seems to involve the military, she and Nick acquired a new wardrobe that involving a lot of Kevlar.  They dress in black, buttoning their coats discreetly over their bulletproof vests.  Juliette opts for her sidearm and a couple knives, not that being a Hexenbiest has improved her skills with the latter at all.  Nick’s learnt from the past not to carry his usual gun.  He has two pistols, one with a silencer attached, extra ammo, knives.

Nick watches until the first hundejaeger walks out of view of the camera of the hotel parking lot, then she kills him with a tilt of her chin.  She moves to step forward so they search the body, but her fiancé holds her back with a gesture to the side.

She follows his eyes, squinting.

There’s another hundejaeger at the far side of the parking lot.  He hasn’t seen his companion yet, but he’ll see them if they walk across right now.

They wait for the man to walk out of range, then hurry across the lot.  They take the guard’s walkie-talkie, then Nick hefts the body.

“Wait.  Where are you going with that?”

“We can’t leave it where someone will see it, or else they’ll know where’d here.”

“Well, obviously,” Juliette says.  “But why not just stash it in a car?”

“Because they’re all locked—” Nick starts, and then stops as she pulls up the lock in a car from the outside.  “Oh,” he finishes dumbly.

She smiles.

“Wish I could take you to work with me,” Nick grunts, hefting the body into the backseat.

“Thanks, but I’ll stick with cats and dogs.  They’re a lot friendlier than what it sounds like you’re dealing with on a daily basis.”

She can’t see Nick’s face, but she knows he’s raising his eyebrows.  “I didn’t have to get a tetanus shot last week and antibiotics because a cat bit me.”

She shrugs.  “Occupational hazard, and she really didn’t mean to—”

Nick shoots something over her shoulder with the silenced pistol before she can finish the sentence.  She turns to find a hundejaeger on the ground, squats down to check the body.  She’s more pissed that it got the jump on her than she is scared.  Her Grimm hears something else she doesn’t, shoots again, and a second guard goes down.  She takes a third, but not before he can discharge his gun.  It shatters the windows of a nearby car and sets off the alarm.

“Well, so much for sneaking in,” Nick mutters.  

“What’s the plan now?” Juliette considers all the ground-level windows, most of them dark.  

“There’s got to be a back door.”

Right.  Because breaking into the room of sleeping civilians would probably be bad, or at least, alert hotel security that much sooner.  She stalks after him.  He goes round to the kitchens, where some guys are standing outside a propped-open door smoking.  

Nick strides up confidently to move through the door.  She almost expects him to get away with it, when one of the men turns.  “You can’t be back there.  Staff only.”

Nick opens his mouth and his hand is moving towards his damn badge, and he probably shouldn’t be here as a cop.  “Oh, sorry,” she smiled, stumbling drunkenly towards the kitchen staff, her hand brushing deliberately against his face as she all but falls into him.  “I forgot the room keys.  My boss is gonna be pissed,” she giggles.  “We’re part of the embassy—the embassy—” she hiccoughs, and laughs.  

Nick looks confused, but bless him, does what he would always do in this situation.  He pulls her up off the gaping staffer and slings her arm over his shoulder.  “I’m sorry, I think she’s had too much to drink.”

“Just get me to my rooooooom,” she cackles, and a lightbulb seems to click on in Nick’s brain.  He looks appropriately chagrined.

“I’m just trying to get her back to her room—she says she’s staying with some coworkers upstairs?  Some Prince?”

“Ohhhh, think I heard about that one,” snickers an aproned man still in his late teens, to judge from the acne.  “Real tightass.  His girlfriend calls in room service for the craziest orders.  Pickles and pancakes.”  

Juliette giggles more.  “Pickles and pancakes?”

“Yeah.”  

The man who’d initially objected looks them over and seems to come to a decision in his head.  “Ah, screw it, c’mon, practically no one’s here anyways.  I’ll lead you through myself.”

The noise in the parking lot suggests someone might have found a body, but the man leads them through the kitchen and lets them out into the hall.  “The weird Europeans are third floor.  309 for the Duke and 308 for the wife or girlfriend or whatever.  Not sure where the staff are.”

“Thanks.  We really appreciate it,” Nick tells him sincerely.

“Just get her home,” the staffer tells him, and gives him a hard look.  “I’ll expect to see you getting home soon too.”

“I am,” Nick promises.

The staffer disappears.

“I thought he’d never leave,” Juliette grumbles, her weight lifting from his shoulder.  

“I never thought they’d let us in like this,” Nick gestures to their clothing, which   What did you do to that guy?” Nick asks as they move for the elevators.  “Charm him?”

She can tell from his tone that he hadn’t meant it seriously when he said it.

“I think so?”

He looks at her in surprise.  “Huh,” he says.  He sounds impressed.

The door opens.  There’s a man inside: six foot tall, muscular, with a strong jaw and the tell-tale bulge of a gun at his belt.  He doesn’t wait for them to get on to move for his gun, but his hand never makes it to his holster.  Juliette holds it in place, while Nick dives in to smash his head against the back of the lift.  

The man slumps to the floor, and Juliette and Nick get in.  She hits the button for the third floor, and glances down to see Nick checking the fricking Verrat agent’s pulse.

“Still alive,” Nick confirms, and stands up from his squat.  

Juliette purses her lips.  It’s great that Nick isn’t a model for police violence, really, but if any situation called for it…

The elevator dings and Nick gets out.  Juliette lets him move a few paces forward, and then, with a thought, snaps the agent’s neck.

Nick glances back at the noise and looks <i>hurt</i>.  Grimm and their fricking hearing.

“We agreed.  No enemies left behind,” she reminds him softly.

He exhales.  “Yeah.  You’re right.”

For all his capability with fighting, Nick really is too soft to be a Grimm.  Errantly, she wonders if that’s why Aunt Marie never expected him to become one.

They walk to 308.  Nick actually knocks.

She gives him a look.

“What?”

Apparently, Adalind and the Verrat have some sense of self-preservation because they don’t answer.  She blasts open the door.

There are another four guards inside, and they all start shooting.  

Nick holds her back, waits for the firing to stop, pops his head around the corner, and pops it back as quickly when the Verrat agents nearly shoot it off.  He tries again.  Same results.

Then the Verrat agents make a fatal mistake—they throw a bomb through the open door.

Juliette doesn’t even realize it’s a bomb, doesn’t even consciously decide to throw it back at them.  Her nerves are keyed up and she blasts it back reflexively, in a wave of kinetic energy that detonates it before it’s even triggered to blow.  There’s screaming and scrabbling inside, and now that she’s shocked, Nick somehow is not.  He barrels through the door, pistol at the ready, and shoots the one Verrat who’s still trying to aim his gun at their heads.  

He leaves the one with burns over most of his face and upper body to writhe in pain in the corner, and strides for the door.

Is he still being merciful? Juliette wonders.  Or now that he’s truly on the hunt, is he just dismissing the agent as no longer a threat?

She breaks his neck as she had the others.  The worse the man is injured, the more reason he has to hold a grudge against Nick.  

There’s a bedroom, locked.  Nick can’t force this one as easily.  She does it, heaving the hardwood coffee table from the lounge into it with enough force that it rebounds off the opposing wall.  More screams, and the sound of flesh and bone cracking and crumpling.  Another Verrat agent comes through and throws himself at Nick.  After a brief scuffle, he’s on the floor with his comrades, throat cut, and they’re facing off against the last occupants of the room: Prince Viktor, and their quarry, Adalind.

Except strangely, Viktor’s gun isn’t pointed at them.  No, he’s holding it to Adalind’s stomach.

“Don’t take one step closer,” the Prince’s voice wavers, “or I’ll shoot her.”

Nick scoffs incredulously.  “Why would I care about that?”

The blonde bitch is staring plaintively at Juliette, as though looking at her for help.  “I’m pregnant!”

Nick pauses.  

Oh for crying out loud.  

Theoretically, Nick agrees with the difference between a fetus and a baby. At least, he’s always supported her opinions when the subject of a woman’s right to abortion came up at dinner parties.  Nick’s never been terribly self-aware though.  

“Why should that make a difference?” Juliette bites out.  They’d been ready to kill Adalind, and judging from her figure, it wasn’t as though the fetus had developed enough to feel much of anything.

“It’s yours!” Adalind says frantically.  “Tell them, Viktor.  Tell them!”

The Prince doesn’t look much calmer than the other hexenbiest right now.  “It’s true,” he tells them, his sweaty palms slipping on the gun.  “It’s yours.”

Juliette glances at Nick, who’s gone pale.  “Mine?”

Juliette feels murderous, is about to ready to snap Adalind’s neck right now for this latest violation, she’s the only one who should be carrying Nick’s child—

“Both of yours,” Adalind gasps.  “It happens when I was Juliette.”

“What—” Nick closes his mouth and just looks stunned.

“She’s right.  Genetic testing.”

“Where’s the proof?” Juliette snarls.  

“I don’t have it here—” Viktor protests, eyes darting to the corner of the room.  

The brief distraction is all Adalind needs to knock the gun out of his hands and woge.  She tears her clawed hands across his throat and tenses, ready to run.  Juliette sees her think better of it in the moment it takes Nick to cross her path.  

“Help me get out of here,” she begs.  Nick doesn’t say anything, but she can see his eyes softening.  Whether it’s because Adalind’s a pregnant woman, or because Adalind’s as capable of charming her Grimm as she was of charming the kitchen staff, she doesn’t like it.  They’ve been holding me captive ever since they found out I’m carrying your child.”

“Whatever,” Juliette snorts.  Nick glances at her.  “She’s been lying for as long as we’ve known her, Nick.  For all we know, she’s been bargaining with the Royals again since she made another baby to replace the one she lost.”

“I didn’t lose her,” Adalind snarls.  “You took her from me!”

“Right.” Juliette says.  “We gave her to a mother who would actually care about her, instead of one who conceived her for some kind of political leverage.”

“I did not—”

“We got to get out of here,” Nick says, glancing out the window.  He’s grabbed a laptop from the corner Viktor had been glancing towards.  “We can deal with this later.  Portland Police is coming.”

Adalind looks relieved, and she can tell she’s going to be difficult.  She woges, grabbing the other woman’s arm with one hand, cuffing the back of her neck with the other.  “Move, or I break your neck.”

“There’s a lot of blood here, some of it ours.”

Juliette just looks at him, and even Adalind seems taken aback.

“Really, Nick?  How have you even survived this long?” the blonde snarks.  Her fingers spark, and Juliette tightens her grasp warningly, but the fire just drops to the floor as they walk on.  “Call it a goodwill gesture.  You could help out.”

The flames start, but not nearly quickly enough, and Juliette shoves the bitch into Nick’s arms.  “Hold her for a moment.”

A moment is all it takes for the room to go up in flames and the fire alarms to go off.

They hurry along the corridor.  

“The people here—”

“The firetrucks are on their way.  They’ll be fine.  We won’t if we don’t get out of here.  Move.”

By some miracle, they get out of the building and manage to mingle among the evacuated hotel guests.  Amid the general confusion and the darkness and smoke, no one notices the blood on their jackets, or the knife Juliette’s holding to Adalind’s back.  A few more blocks, and they get into the car.  Nick drives.  Juliette cuffs Adalind with zip ties and stays in the back seat with her.  They hadn’t planned on taking prisoners, but Trubel had insisted they keep a bag of supplies for emergencies.  Juliette hadn’t been sure what kind of emergency would involve zip ties.  

Life with a Grimm was a continuous education.

“Where do we take her?”

“Where we can get confirmation on whether she’s telling the truth,” Juliette tells him.  “Henrietta’s.”

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Castiel (Supernatural/Grimm) - Short Story - Chapter 1

You’ve gotten used to your sister’s irrational ideas and craziness, but this definitely took the cake. 

When you returned from your last training session you kept telling her to let it go. But Diana’s never been very reasonable, especially when it came to messing with you. 

That’s why you’re currently standing in a motel with three other guys. 

Two of which were apparently being telekinetically forced against the wall. The other guy was older, dressed in a business suit. All eyes turned in your direction when they took notice of your presence. 

“Well, what do we have here? Hello love.”

The suited guy was grinning in a devilish way. 

“Run!!” 

One of the guys called, still fighting against whatever spell this guy used. 

“Now, is that any way to greet a guest?” 

He lifted his hand, flicking his wrist. From his confused expression he obviously expected something to happen. 

“Usually that does the trick.” 

You frown, reaching over your shoulder as you draw your machete. His eyes widened, and this time he flung his hand more aggressively, but nothing happened. 

“That’s not good.” 

The second you took a step forward he was gone in a blink and both men dropped from the wall immediately. You looked around, still preparing for an attack. Both men were trying to gather their breaths. When you realize the threat is gone, you sheath your blade, rushing over to them. 

“Are you both alright?” 

You moved over to the taller one and he nodded, straightening. His friend did the same, looking you over. 

“How did you do that?” The taller man asked. 

Your brows furrowed. 

“Do what?” 

“Deflect his attack. You didn’t even move.” 

So your assumptions were correct, he must have been Wesen. 

A Zauberbiest maybe.

“I’m not exactly normal. I’m guessing he tried because he didn’t know.” 

While you were happy these two strangers were okay, there is no sign of your sister. 

“Where am I? Where is Diana? Did he grab her before you got here?” 

Now they're both confused. 

“Who is Diana?” The shorter one asked. 

“My sister she..she’s the one that made this dumb spell. I told her to stop messing around. Now I’m in some busted up town dealing with a Zauberbiest.” You grumble. 

“What’s a Zauberbiest?” They both inquire. 

You feel a bit disoriented. Your assumption was they had to be Grimms, or at least know about it. It can’t be a coincidence that guy attacked them. But they look puzzled. You run a hand over your face. 

“Who are you guys?” 

“Well Black Widow, I’m Dean and this is my brother Sam.” 

His little jab felt like a joke Diana would make. 

You huff. 

“My name isn’t Black Widow. I’m “(Y/N). (Y/N) Burkhardt.” 

You didn’t like this situation, even less now that you have no idea where Diana is or where you are. 

“Damn it, Dad is gonna kill me.” 

You’ve lost count of how many lectures he’s given about using spells. But Diana was never one to listen. You can just imagine what Kelly will say when you both get busted. 

“Alright, since we’re all acquainted, maybe it’s time to call in some angelic help. Cas!! Get your butt down here!” 

You’re confused on why Dean is screaming into the air. At least at first. The distinct flapping of wings is heard and you turn in surprise at the male now standing behind you. For a moment your instinct is to draw your blade, but the second your eyes meet you all but freeze. 

His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue and you’re stunned, because you can literally see wings. He’s staring back at you in a similar state of awe. Your heart is pounding, and for once it’s not because of a confrontation with a Wesen or some world ending situation. Your legs literally feel weak. You try to take a step back, maybe distance will help, but your legs buckle and before you even fall, you’re caught. 

“I’ve got you.” 

His voice is low and smooth as honey. You swallow as his hand that’s laying around your waist guides you back upright. 

“Who are you..” 

“My name is Castiel. I’m an angel.” 

An angel. 

Of course he is.

It seems Diana’s spell might have worked. There’s no other way to explain why just the sight of him has you acting like a smitten teen. 

You pull out of his hold, clearing your throat as you fix your jacket. Sam and Dean look between the both of you. 

“So..are you two done flirting?” Dean asks. 

You glare in his direction and he just smirks. 

“Cas here is gonna explain what the hell is going on. For example, who is this Wonder Woman chick and where did she come from?” 

“Your little references aren’t very funny.”

You’re annoyed at how similar he is to Diana.

“Knock it off Dean, she just saved our lives.” Sam interjects.

“Yeah, care to explain how you did that because Crolwey’s basically the king of Hell. One of the strongest demons we know and he couldn’t even nudge you.” 

His words aren’t making much sense.

“Demon? That guy was a demon?” 

“Yeah, what did you think he was?” Sam asks. 

“A Wesen.” 

“What the hell’s a Wesen?” Dean questions. 

Now you’re certain you have no idea what’s going on. 

Castiel turns to you, as if trying to figure it all out. 

“You said Wesen.” 

“Yes, that’s what we call them.” 

His expression seems contemplative, as if putting it all together in his head. 

“I’ve heard about you, but this is wrong, you shouldn’t be here. Not in this universe.” 

The more he speaks the less sense he makes. 

“What do you mean in this universe?” 

“I mean you’re from another universe. Grimms, Wesen, they don’t belong here.” 

You’re shocked, because he knows. You’re sort of relieved you’re not going crazy. 

“Could someone explain what the hell is going on!” Dean yells. 

Honestly, you don’t blame his hysteria, because this is a lot to take in. You move to the bed taking a seat. 

“Something tells me this is going to be a while, anyone got a drink.” 

From Dean’s expression you can tell that he needs one too.