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But If We Fall, I Only Pray, Don’t Fall Away from Me - Sean Renard Imagine [Grimm]

Title: But If We Fall, I Only Pray, Don’t Fall Away from Me

Pairing: Sean Renard X Grimm!Reader

Based On: I, Carrion (Icarian)

Word Count: 2,986 words

Warning(s): mention of mental breakdown/risk of breakdown (brief)

Summary: (Y/n)'s new reality forces many secrets to come to light and many decisions to be reconsidered.

Author's Note: This story is a kind of a reworking of something else that I was working on, but ultimately scraped because I knew damn well that it would get out of hand.

Also, choosing a wesen for these stories is hard.

Sean might be out of character here but I am not gonna go back and change it if he is. I like this story as it is.

Finally, I'm not trying to disappear on you guys. Everything is just a bit chaotic.

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I had many concerns about my job.

Being a journalist naturally came with many questions. Mainly about morality. What was the line between a necessary story and sensationalism? How far could you take a story before you were exploiting someone? What would you be able to do if it meant getting a story in its entirety?

I had done fairly well avoiding being on the wrong side of those questions.

There had been one exception.

Early on in my time in Portland, I had been assigned to stories that were almost exclusively about criminal cases. Whether it was an investigation or a court case, it was clear that there was a space that my boss wanted me to be in.

During this, I found myself interacting more and more with Captain Renard of Portland's South Precinct. Everything after that felt like it had spiraled wildly out of control. What was a professional relationship turned into Sean and I having something close to a friendship. And then that friendship became something very different that was very unprofessional.

I could remember being so scared at first. Not even that my feelings would be unrequited, but that said feelings would cost me my job somehow. I enjoyed what I did. The last thing that I wanted was to be moved because of my stupid decisions.

After some time, and far too many long conversations, Sean and I found something that worked for us. My boss was much kinder than I expected. I was told that my decisions were my own, but if a bias began to show in my work, then I was going to be sent to work on a different subject. Integrity was important in this industry. I was willing to do whatever was necessary for that, so I understood the threat of keeping a closer eye on the stories that I wrote.

And I never truly found myself questioning my choices again after that. I was able to work with the knowledge that I was trusted by others and myself. That I knew what was okay and what wasn't.

And then, one moment made me have to reconsider everything that I knew.

One moment had left me scrambling to figure out what was right again. It had me questioning my relationships and my family and all knowledge I had of the world around me.

And it all started outside the very precinct that had been the source of my last moral dilemma.

I was standing to the side with my camera. I had gotten word that the cops were bringing in a suspect in a recent murder case. I was simply there to get a photo for my article. I wasn't going to interfere or say a word.

I wasn't the only one there either. There were plenty of other photographers and journalists who were there to get the same story that I was. It wasn't a new pattern for any of us. All of us were used to seeing each other there.

That's to say that there was no reason that anything should have been different or weird or scary about that night. No logical reason anyway.

Everything had been going in the regular pattern of events. The detectives had shown up with the suspect, pulled him out of the car, and started walking into the precinct with him. I was off to the side with the other members of the media, snapping a few photos of the man in the hopes of getting a clear image of his face.

My camera's flash must have caught his attention better than the others. That's the only reason he would have ever looked at me in the first place.

He then acted like he was going to lunge at me, attempting to intimidate me. I wasn't going to flinch until I saw something that I couldn't fully explain.

His face morphed in front of me, taking on some kind of cat-looking... thing. He stopped, almost immediately turning back into his human form. He looked just as scared as I felt.

"There are two of you," he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. I had no idea what he was talking about.

I found one of the detectives staring at me. He looked as if something in his head was clicking into place before he continued to push the suspect into the precinct. I was certain that all he saw looking back at him was fear.

I looked across the crowd of reporters, many of whom had seemingly missed the subjects concerning comment. Except for one. I found the eyes of a friend of mine, only to watch her face morph as soon as I did. She was different than the suspect that had been brought in. More similar to a beaver than anything else. She gasped before turning around to quickly walk away from me.

"Wait!" I took off after her. It seemed to only scare her more as she started running faster. "Hey! Hold on!"

She yelped as I touched her arm. "Please don't kill me!"

"What?" I replied. "We've known each other for ages; why would I kill you?"

"Because you're one of them... you're a Grimm!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Just please, leave me alone! I haven't done anything wrong!"

"I'm not-"

I didn't get to respond before she ran off again. I didn't have the energy to chase her again. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I put my hand over my mouth for a moment.

I was convinced that I was going insane.

All I could think to do was to go home and hope that this was all some kind of nightmare or that it would all pass on its own. I took my phone out of my pocket and called Sean.

Now, I could've told him the truth. I could've told him that I was scared and unsure about what I was seeing. But in the moment, glancing frantically around the street with tears in my eyes, I found myself frozen. Any confession I wanted to make fell flat and useless.

"(Y/n)?" I let out a small sigh of relief when I heard Sean on the other end.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound like I wasn't on the verge of some kind of breakdown. "I know you're busy, but I just wanted to let you know that I think I'm gonna stay at my place tonight. Alone."

"Are you okay," he asked. Ever the perceptive man.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just tired and I have a lot of work to do. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Alright," he muttered.

"Love you," I added, forcing a cheery tone into my voice as much as I could.

"Love you too."

Sean still sounded suspicious. I couldn't blame him. I wasn't the best actor; subtly was never something that I was praised for. But I couldn't focus on whether or not he believed me. I needed to get home.

I tried to do some work when I got there. I piddled away on my computer, churning out a story that felt completely pointless and read like a middle schooler wrote it. I still had to send it off, hoping that the editor would aid in making it sound more coherent in time for it to go to press.

Sleep proved to be an even more difficult feat than writing a coherent article. I tossed and turned all night. The few moments that I managed to fall into some kind of uneasy sleep, I would be jolted awake by the vision of that man I saw outside the precinct. His reaction to me and my reaction to him. And that detective that had stared at me.

This pattern continued for days.

At first, it was fine. I could pretend that I had a long night. But that excuse couldn't last forever, especially when I had an obnoxiously observant partner who was checking in on me whenever he had a moment to do so.

As time went on, I found myself with less and less of an excuse. Sean was suspicious. He could tell something was wrong but wouldn't simply confront me. I could tell that he could tell that something was wrong, but I refused to say a word because I knew that I could've been wrong. I had just been hiding in my apartment and faking that I was perfectly fine for ages.

I was beginning to see those creatures at work. My boss was noticing the weird looks and new tense relationships that were forming out of seemingly nowhere. I couldn't hide it forever. I was going to lose my job if I was determined to be the cause of the workplace hostility. None of those who had turned in front of me would talk to me anymore, so it's not like I could ask them to explain what was happening.

I was already struggling with no real family. Most of my relatives had either passed away years ago or just never made themselves known. Even my parents. My dad had run for the hills and my mom couldn't raise me alone, so I had spent years navigating the foster care system. Now, I was losing friends and colleagues. I was convinced that I was about to lose my partner because I assumed that he thought I was cheating on him or something. It was all becoming too much for me to deal with on my own.

It was maybe a week before I found myself at Sean's door. He had buzzed me up, so he knew I was coming. He was standing at the front door, waiting for me with a concerned look on his face.

I felt my eyes welling up with tears as soon as I saw him. He pulled me into a hug, slowly guiding me inside and closing the door behind him.

"I think I'm going crazy," I said as I tried to stop myself from sobbing.

He moved back so he could look me in the eye. "What's going on?"

"I... I keep seeing things," I explained. "People are... They keep turning into these... things- creatures- I don't know..."

I buried my face in my hands.

I felt his hands touch my arms.

"You're not crazy," he muttered. "I promise."

"Then what's happening to me?" I looked at him again.

He paused. I watched his face. Concern turned into something that I could only describe as guilt. I felt a new fear settling in as I took a few steps away from him.

"Sean...," I mumbled. "Did you do something to me?"

Maybe it was the exhaustion or just the desperate need for answers. I couldn't think of a time when I felt a need to question him like that. He was good to me. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but I thought he was a good man.

But in that moment, I was convinced that anything was possible.

"No, no," he insisted. "I wouldn't-"

"But you know what it is?"

"Yes."

"Then, tell me."

"You may not believe it."

"A lot has changed in the last few days; you don't know what I'd believe."

He took a deep breath. "I believe that you're a Grimm."

"Okay...," I replied. "I've heard that word before. There's a colleague... I thought we were friends. She- Her face turned in front and then she ran off. She said that she didn't want me to kill her. When I asked why she thought I would, she called me a Grimm."

"You're different than most," he explained. "You can see things more clearly than the average person. Those creatures you're seeing are called Wesen. What you saw that woman do was woge."

"The suspect your detectives brought in a few days ago..."

"To my knowledge, he was a Klaustreich."

"Okay..." I mumbled. "Why me?"

"It follows a bloodline. It doesn't affect everyone. It can skip a whole generation. It's all a question of if it will happen at all."

I nodded. "The man said, 'There are two of you' when he saw me and one of your detectives gave me a strange look. I've only talked to him once or twice; I can't remember his name."

"Detective Burkhardt?"

"Yes, that's it." I snapped my fingers together and pointed at Sean.

"He's also a Grimm."

"So we're... related."

"In some capacity. Bloodlines only get messier as time goes on."

"Are you part of the bloodline?"

"No," he almost looked like he was tempted to chuckle.

"What? That seemed the logical conclusion. You know a lot about this."

"It's nothing that you did," he promised. "Sorry. This is a serious conversation."

"So... Why do you know so much about this if you're not part of the bloodline?"

It was the first question that Sean had hesitated to answer since I had first gotten there. I felt another wave of unease hit me. There was something here. Something that was so monumental that it almost seemed to scare him.

"That might take some time to explain," Sean said after a few moments.

"I have all the time in the world." I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Centuries ago-"

"Holy shit."

"I told you," he replied. I held my hands up. "Centuries ago, seven houses were formed. Seven royal families. They held- and still hold- mass amounts of power and wealth throughout the world. I am technically part of one of those families."

"You're a prince?"

"Technically," he explained. "I was the result of an affair. They chased my mother and me all the way to the United States."

"All because you were the result of an affair?"

"There's a bit more to it than just the affair. My mom was a Hexenbiest. A type of Wesen. As a result, I ended up being half-Zauberbiest, which is just the male form of the same thing. Having an affair with a Hexenbiest that resulted in a Zauberbiest was what led to the uproar.

"The royal families are not commonly fond of Wesen. Hexenbiest and Zauberbiest can be an exception, but they deemed my mother and I to be useless. Grimms are treated in a strangely similar way; good if they're useful."

I found myself with nothing to say. I felt like I should have said something, but every response felt like it wasn't good enough. Like it wasn't enough to carry the weight of the conversation.

"I wouldn't have pursued anything with you if I had known that you were going to become a Grimm," Sean continued. "I thought that we had gotten to the point that it would've already presented itself. I never would have placed that burden on you."

"Would you have ever told me any of this if I hadn't," I asked.

There was a pause before he responded, "I don't know."

I just nodded. I couldn't decide on whether I was angry with him or not. He had hidden this part of himself for a long time, but really, would I have ever believed him if he had told me? If I hadn't experienced what I had in these last few days?

"You can go if you want," he said. "I won't force you into this."

I felt my heart drop at the idea.

I couldn't leave. Not now.

I knew how my life had been over the last few days. I lost all sense of self. All concept of who I was and what my life was supposed to be. But being here, being with him, no matter how life-changing the knowledge, had brought me back into focus. How could I leave now and lose that?

I took a few steps forward, stopping just in front of him. I grabbed his hands.

"Show me."

"(Y/n)-"

"Sean," I stopped him. "Show me."

He hesitated for a moment. When it was clear that I wasn't going to back down, he relented.

I watched his neck suddenly crack as the skin on his face changed. It wasn't all of it. One of his eyes and part of his jaw turned. The skin that changed was red around the edge and turning gray. Parts of it looked like it was rotting away.

I thought that whatever I saw was going to scare me. I had put a lot of thought into how to not flinch when he showed me. Instead, I found myself feeling completely normal. As if nothing was different. As if I had seen this part of him a hundred times before. Maybe I had. Subconsciously, at least. Not that I could ever prove that.

I walked closer, stopping when I was just in front of him.

"I don't want to go," I muttered after a moment.

I watched his face change back to its regular form. "(Y/n)-"

"I don't want to leave," I said.

"(Y/n). I need you to understand this. Your life is now dangerous enough without me in it. You'll already have people looking to hurt you or use you. If I'm involved... it will only be worse."

"And I am willing to take that risk." I grabbed his hands. "I care about you. If something were to happen, then I think being with you would be the smartest thing I could do. I understand the risk and the danger. I can't say that I'm not scared of it, but I accept it."

Sean sighed, his shoulders dropping as he did. "Are you sure?"

"As long as you are," I replied.

I almost stumbled as I was pulled forward into a hug. I chuckled quietly before closing my eyes and moving to hide my face in his shoulder.

"I love you," he muttered quietly.

"I love you too." I tightened my hug a bit.

And for the first time in days, I felt the world settle around me.

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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.

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The Long Wait Chapter 1

First Meetings (Sean's POV)

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OC Burkhardt Sister

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There are not a lot of fanfics with the soulmate trope for Grimm. This is my first time writing using this trope. This one got away from me quite a bit. It was originally going to be a Sean/Reader, but the my OC just started developing and before I knew it, there she was. I have a feeling there will be more to come. There will be a large age gap, even though both characters are of age.

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Sean hadn’t always been sceptical about soulmates. He knew they existed and had even met people who had found their soulmates. When he was a young boy, he would constantly scan his body, hoping his soulmark to appear. His brother Eric, who had been born with his soulmark, would mock him “Do you really think a bastard would be worthy of a soulmate?” Despite the mocking, he still held hope. Hope that he would receive a soulmate who would love him and accept him as he is.

He reached his teen years and still had not received his mark. He would watch his classmates show off their marks and even witnessed some meet their soulmates. The older he got, the more hope his lost. Sean no longer scanned his body for signs of a mark.

Sean’s mother had met her soulmate when she was young. However, he had tragically been killed in a car accident not long after they met. His mother would always assure him that he would receive his mark eventually, that it simply meant his soulmate was a little younger than him. They hadn’t been born yet.

Sean finished school, attended college, and made the choice to become a police officer. He had lost all hope of getting a soulmate. By now he had grown into his looks and was aware of the role they could play in attracting women and men. He entered relationships with those who were filling in time as they waited for their own soulmates.

It was not long after he graduated the police academy that he noticed a mark had appeared on the inside of his upper arm. Sean stared at the mark in surprised, barely daring to believe it was actually there. He had been waiting for so long and it was finally there.

Sean was not sure how to feel about its arrival. Its arrival now, meant that he was over 20 years older than his soulmate. By the time his soulmate was eighteen, he would be forty. Would they want him? Would he want them? He couldn’t imagine dating a teenager at his present age, let alone as a middle age men.

Instead of being happy about the appearance of his mark, he resented its presence. It was a sign that he would have to continue waiting. That he and his soulmate would face barriers due to the large age gap between them.

Despite his unhappiness, Sean knew that he would cherish his soulmate. He would treat them like a king or queen, no matter their gender. However, to avoid driving himself mad as he waited for them, he continued life as if he had no mark. He covered it up and lived his life. He rose through the ranks of police force, eventually becoming a captain with his own precinct.

Sean became cold and hard, keeping people at a distance. He dated and had shallow relationships, never letting anyone get close. When he found out one of his new detectives had the potential to be a Grimm, he kept a close eye on him. Work, the Grimm and his family kept him busy, not allowing for much time to spend dwelling on his soulmate.

When Marie Kessler arrived in Portland, Sean knew something had to be done and directed Adalind to have her killed before Marie could turn Nick against him and his group. It was after her death that Sean was introduced to Nick’s younger sister, who he brought into the precinct when he had to sign some documents, despite being on bereavement leave.

Sean first saw her through the windows of his office. She was leaning against Nick’s desk speaking with Hank. When he first saw her, his heart skipped a beat. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Leaving his office, he approached the trio.

“Burkhardt, you’re supposed to be on beravement leave.” Sean stated as he reached Nick’s desk.

Nick looked up from the paper. “I am captain. I just forgot to sign off on this report.” The detective replied.

“It could have waited.” Sean replied, trying to avoid staring at the mystery woman.

“I know, but we were in the area, so I figured I might as well get it done.” Nick stated.

“And who might this?” Sean asked.

Nick glanced at the young woman. “Oh yeah. This is my baby sister, Lorelei. Lore, this is Captain Sean Renard.”

Lorelei put out her hand for Sean to shake. “It’s nice to meet you”.

Sean took the offered hand, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot down his arm as their hands met. “Likewise.” He replied after a moment, pondering if she had felt the electric shock as well. Her expression gave nothing away. “My condolences for your aunts passing.”

Lorelei gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t realise Burkhardt had a younger sister.” Sean stated. “Do you live in Portland?”

“Yes, he does. He doesn’t talk about me much, because I am the smarter and better-looking Burkhardt sibling.” She said, throwing a teasing grin towards her brother, who uttered out a disgruntled “Hey!”. “And I’m in the process of moving to Portland. I finished up with school out east and decided to move to be closer to my big brother. I’m starting at Portland State.”

Sean nodded, slightly happy to know she would be staying in Portland. He then wandered if he would be dealing with two Grimms living in his city. Sean knew that both Nick’s mother and aunt inherited the Grimm gene. “Well, welcome to Portland.

“Thank you sir.”

“And I am done.” Nick stated, closing the file he had been working on and stood up. Lorelei turned to look at her brother.

“Brilliant, you can buy me lunch.” She said, threading her arm through his.

Sean, who had been about to turn away, did a double take when he noticed it. The mark on her arm. The one in the same position as his own. The one that matched his.

“See you Hank, Captain.” Nick said, as he allowed his sister to drag him away from them.

Sean barely replied as he stood in shock. It couldn’t be…he must be seeing things. Without another word, he spun around and walked back into his office. Closing the door and lowering the blinds, he dropped into his chair and stared blankly ahead. What are the odds? After all this time waiting, he finally found his soulmate. Not only did she have the potential to be a Grimm, but he also had her aunt killed.

The universe must really hate him.

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Alexander (Grimm) - Crossover AU - Chapter 7

“You’re really going in on those books.”

Whenever Nick invited you to the trailer you made a habit of memorizing as many Wesen as you could. Everything about his family’s lineage was almost something from a fairytale. Their abilities, the links it had with their personalities, it was just so carefully configured. You can’t imagine what having a gift like Nick’s feels like.

Taking another sip of your tea, you flip the page, gesturing for him to put the kettle on. You were running low. He just smiled.

“When did I become your maid and what’s with the obsession for tea?”

You stopped for a second, looking down at your cup.

“Hmm, actually I can’t believe I never noticed it before.”

Your father was something of a tea enthusiast. Clearly you’d picked up more than just his skills.

“How’s team Alexander going?”

You roll your eyes.

“For your information we’re making a lot of progress. So far we’ve stopped two corrupted officials, started a treaty with Switzerland and hired some very qualified guards to protect the council. All in all I’d say I’m a really valuable asset.”

“Sounds like fun.”

He clicks on the kettle, and you smile at the electric appliance. He just shakes his head with a laugh.

“I’m starting to think you’re addicted to tea.”

“Addiction implies I can’t stop. I assure you I can stop at any time.” 

You take a sip of your drink for good measure. Nick just goes back to the books.

It’s been about a month since you’ve last met with Alexander. It’s not really that uncommon. Since you both have started working together he’s gone weeks on end. He’s busy promoting peace and you have to say that you admire what he’s doing. Especially since you have a general idea of what he’d done in the past. What you’ve gained from being around him is that duty is something he places above everything else. You also know that he's revised a lot of the old views of the council. You have a hunch that Nick has a lot to do with that.

Change wasn’t easy, but he was taking it in stride and thriving.

You admire that, admire him. If only you could get yourself to admit that to him. Since that day in his office you’ve been sneaking some not so subtle glances in his direction when you work together. You can’t get that treble in his voice out of your head and it’s made you a bit awkward. Luckily Alexander isn’t as perceptive as you. He hasn’t picked up on any of it. It’s both infuriating and relieving.

“Burhardt.”

You turn when you hear Nick answer the phone.

“Sure, we can be there in twenty.”

You stand, taking in the urgency of Nick’s tone. He hangs up the phone and you’re already grabbing your jacket.

“What’s wrong?”

“Not sure, the captain says it might be something serious. We won’t know until we get there.”

You don’t need any more explanations. You’re both rushing out of the trailer in record time. The drive there has you anxious. You don’t like not knowing. Nick is going as fast as the traffic will allow. By the time he pulls up to the precinct you’re both out of the car in seconds and rushing through the door. The first person you spot is Wu.

“You know what’s going on?” Nick asks.

Wu nods, guiding you over to Renard’s office.

“From what the captain said, this might be an international problem.”

You don’t like the sound of that.

Nick opens the door the second he’s within reach and you all file in. When you look up, the blond locks catch you a bit off guard.

“Dad?”

Jane smiles widely and before anything else, he reaches out for a hug. You return it happily as he rubs your back.

“I was hoping I could see you under better circumstances.”

He pulls back and you just wait for some kind of explanation.

Now standing in the room with Renard, Nick, Hank, Wu and your father, you know it must be dangerous if the entire squad is here.

“Your friend is in trouble.” 

Jane pulls out the letter. You’re a bit confused, because the envelope has a date on it. From what you can tell it’s dated three weeks prior.

“Lisbon and I have been working on a case with Abbott. Someone has been paying off politicians, policemen, even judges to cover up a major trafficking ring. Alexander reached out to me when he noticed the connection between our case and his drug trading minister.”

You just gape.

“Jefferson..”

Jane nods.

“That’s right. He’s been keeping me updated on the case. Lisbon and I have been keeping tags on all his contacts, friends, any and everyone linked. Jefferson was supposed to be charged here in the US, but a week ago he got out. Alexander sent this note in advance as a SOS. The FBI hasn’t been able to reach him for three days.”

You can’t believe it. You take a step back and Nick places a hand on your shoulder.

“We can’t jump to conclusions, he could still be alive.” Nick is trying to be comforting, but that won’t help. You shake your head.

“Damn it this is all my fault. I taunted the bastard now Alexander is paying for it.”

“We can’t make any assumptions. As of right now we need to act like he’s alive. Portland PD and the FBI will be collaborating on this case. We’re at your full disposal, whatever you need.” Renard assures your father.

“From here on out we need to assume that the corruption is widespread, we don’t make any uncalculated moves until we know who we’re dealing with.” Renard advises. 

Everyone nods.

“I think Alexander may have already helped with that.” Jane states.

You’re confused, but he opens the folded piece of paper. You stare at the list of names.

“We were working on a rough draft, but Alexander finished the list. These are all the people involved.”

Sean and the others looked stunned. You’re a bit annoyed.

“Damn it dad, why didn’t you lead with that!!”

“I was building up to it.” He shrugs. It’s clear that some things would never change.

“Most of these people are slimy, so they’ll squeal. None of them have any interest in doing jail time. We can use these names to find my daughter’s boyfriend.”

“H-He’s not my boyfriend!!”

“Your face says differently. You’re carrying a little torch for him aren’t you?”

“S-Stop mentalizing me!”

“What, you used to like it when you were younger. You thought I could read minds. You were so adorable looking all serious. I miss those times.”

Your cheeks flush as you glare at your father. Everyone else present just watches the interaction. Nick is a bit impressed. He’d never seen you squirm before. Jane was reading you quite the same as how he’d seen you read other people countless times.

“So are we going to get to work or are we going to sit around here discussing your crush.”

“I don’t have a crush!!”

This case will be a challenge for obvious reasons. 

[jo-marvel-grimm]

Sasha Roiz

[see-the-fandom-imagines]

Watching Grimm as a German is way too funny.

Honestly I love this series so much.

[charliedawn]

Hi, I take requests. If some people are interested. I would be happy to hear your ideas and give them life. So, don't hesitate to ask. 😇 I do imagines, one shots and fanfics of all kinds.

Here are the Fandoms I am a part of and I can write on:

- Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

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Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Allison Argent

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Jackson

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Liam Dunbar

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Jack Torrance

Penny (2017)

Pennywise (1990)

[set-phasers-to-whump]

new partners, new friends

whumpee: nick burkhardt

fandom: grimm

heyo! this fic is for @misscrazyfangirl321 who said: “Hmmmmm No Pressure, but I'd love to see a pre-series Grimm whump fic with Sean, Hank, and Nick. Two of them taking care of the other one, or one taking care of two. Either way. 👀” sorry it took me a minute but here it is!! it was super fun to write and i hope you like it!

Hank Griffin likes his new partner. Nick Burkhardt is a little naive, sure, but he’s also quick. Quick on his feet, quick with a joke, a quick thinker - though, as Hank has learned over the past week and a half, half of the time being a quick thinker means that Nick thinks about things for all of two seconds before rushing headlong into them. He has the potential to be a great detective, though, Hank thinks. He just needs to settle into the role. 

And settle in with his partner. Hank’s pretty sure they’re not going to have any problems on that front, but to make sure they fit well together, Captain Renard is coming along with them as they speak to a few possible witnesses of Portland’s latest murder. 

The first two houses they visit present no problems. The couple at the first house had been at a play when the murder had happened, and the little old lady at the second house had been at her grandson’s for dinner. Both stories are easily corroborated, and Hank and Renard watch with approval as Nick takes detailed notes of everything that is said.

They arrive at the third house, and Hank gives Nick a little nudge forward. “You do the talking this time,” he says, and Nick grins at him as he presses the doorbell.

“Mina Jenkins?”

The woman who’d answered the door nods, looking a bit surprised. 

“I’m Detective Burkhardt, and this is my partner, Detective Griffin, and our captain, Captain Renard. We’d like to talk to you about the murder of your neighbor, Herb Wallace, two nights ago.”

“Oh! I heard about that, it’s just dreadful what happened to him!” their possible witness says, gesturing for them to come inside. “And in his home, no less! I do hope I’m not in trouble for anything?” 

“No, ma’am,” Nick reassures her, as she leads them into the living room. “We’d just like to know if you saw or heard anything that might be useful in our investigation.”

“Oh, well, I’m afraid I may not be able to help you very much. I was inside all night, reading. I don’t think I saw or heard much of anything.”

Nick looks to Hank with a questioning kind of look on his face. 

Hank steps in. “Anything at all is helpful. Even if it’s just a car you didn’t recognize, or a weird sound, or something you saw earlier in the day that seemed a little out of the ordinary.”

“Now that you mention it, there was a car. I saw it just out of that window, there.” She points to a large window facing the street, and Nick gets up from his seat on the couch to peer outside. 

“Do you remember anything about the car?” Hank asks. 

“It was red, kind of flashy. Nobody around here drives that kind of car.”

“That’s really good,” Hank says. “Do you remember where on the street you saw it?”

“Hank,” Nick interrupts, from by the window. “I think I see the car. It’s coming this way,” he adds, pointing a finger to something outside that Hank can’t see. 

He stands up to go take a look, but their witness stands first, hurrying over to Nick. He turns to face her, opens his mouth to ask a question that never comes. 

It happens faster than anything Hank’s ever seen before. In fact, the only indication that something has happened at all is a quiet sort of squelching sound and a sharp but equally soft intake of air from Nick. Both Renard and Hank move closer to him hesitantly, neither one sure if anything has actually happened. Renard puts his hand to his weapon anyway, and Hank follows suit, but neither has time to draw.

Two things happen at once. Nick sinks to the floor with a surprised little huff, like he’s been punched in the stomach, except that he’s bleeding and there’s a small knife stuck into him. Meanwhile, their witness-turned-attacker absolutely bolts down the hallway, faster than Hank has ever seen anyone run before. The Captain almost growls and takes off after her. Hank nearly follows him, in case the chase ends up outside, but then he hears a crash and a scuffle and something that is definitely a growl this time, and he figures Renard probably doesn’t need his help.

Certainly not as much as Nick does, anyway. His hands are lying limply by his sides, and he’s blinking around like he’s confused about what’s happened.

“Hey, you need to keep pressure on that,” Hank directs him, trying to walk the fine line between firm and comforting. He looks around for something to press against the wound, and his eyes light on a basket of clean laundry sitting next to the couch. He grabs a towel and holds it against Nick’s stomach, careful not to jostle the knife. He takes Nick’s right hand and presses it into the towel. 

“Hold it and press,” he instructs, his own hands going to his radio to let dispatch know they need to send an ambulance. 

“Copy, Detective Griffin. Ambulance is six minutes out.”

“Six minutes?” Nick asks, raising his eyes to look at Hank. 

“You’ll be alright,” Hank replies, placing one of his hands over Nick’s own hand, which is just barely holding the towel in place. “I thought I told you to keep pressure on this.”

Nick nods, though it’s clear he hasn’t processed a word of that sentence. “She stabbed me,” he says, and his eyes drop from Hank’s face to the bloody towel being now firmly pressed into his wound by the two of their hands. “She stabbed me.”

He looks back up at Hank with a mix of fear and confusion on his face that makes him look all of twenty years old. “She stabbed me, and, and it doesn’t even hurt. Why doesn’t it hurt?”

Hank puts his unoccupied hand on Nick’s shoulder and wishes that he had something comforting to say. “Because -”

“It doesn’t hurt because you’re in shock,” Renard says, muscling Nick’s attacker back down the hallway. She’s cuffed, and by the looks of her and Renard, it had been no easy matter. In fact, she’s still fighting against him, twisting around, trying to pull free of his grip, almost snarling in rage. Her eyes land on Nick, and she grins at him, and Hank thinks for a split second that she doesn’t even look human. 

Hank turns to look at Nick. His eyes are wide and he’s pressing himself back into the wall like he’s trying to get away from her and he looks so damn scared and so damn young that some kind of weird protective instinct rises in Hank. He’s at once grateful and pissed that he’s not the one who has this lady in cuffs. 

But evidently that same kind of instinct has arisen in Renard as well, because he takes one look at his newest detective’s face and then he’s muttering something low and dangerous-sounding to the cuffed assailant, looking as angry as Hank’s ever seen him. He pushes her roughly forwards to the front door, and Hank hears her hiss something about not being scared by some kind of beast before the door slams.

“Is he gonna -” Nick starts to ask, relaxing slightly now that his attacker is gone. His unasked question is answered by the sound of a car engine starting. Hank is a little surprised that the Captain would leave, given the fact that one of his detectives is injured, but he’d seen the look on the lady’s face. She’d only mildly injured Nick (inasmuch as any stab wound can be considered mild), but Hank had gotten the feeling that she’d just as soon have killed him. He can’t blame Renard for wanting to get her somewhere secure, and somewhere Nick isn’t. 

Hank checks the time. “Ambulance should be here in two minutes. How’re you holding up?”

Nick shrugs. “I dunno,” he says. “I mean, I’m not...I know this isn’t lethal, and I’ll be fine -” He stops there for just a fraction of a second and looks at Hank like he wants to be assured of that statement. Hank nods slightly, and Nick continues. 

“And I’ll be fine, but it’s just…”

“You’re scared.”

Nick looks away, like he thinks it’s some big shame to be scared. 

“There’s nothing wrong with being scared, man,” Hank says. “First time a suspect shot at me, I barely slept for a week. It’s normal. Part of the job.”

Nick nods, a little hesitantly, and at that moment, the paramedics arrive. They fuss over Nick for only a minute, which Hank takes as a good sign, and then they bustle him into an ambulance and tell Hank he’s welcome to meet them at the hospital. 

Hank looks at his partner, who seems significantly paler in the lighting of the ambulance than he had inside. He also looks scared, again, and Hank imagines he would be too, if he’d just been stabbed and was now facing the daunting prospect of riding in an ambulance with two complete strangers. 

He asks the paramedics if he can please come along. They raise skeptical eyebrows at him and he just knows they’re about to tell him something about how they can only allow family to ride in the ambulance. Before they can actually say anything to him, though, Nick’s talking to them, and Hank really hopes he hasn’t misread the situation, hopes Nick isn’t about to say there’s no need for Hank to come along. 

He doesn’t say that. Instead, he asks if his partner can come with them, seeing as how he’s really new to this job and unfamiliar with the hospital they’re going to and -

“Okay, Mr. Burkhardt, he can come. Mr. Griffin,” says one of the paramedics, gesturing for Hank to get into the ambulance. 

He gets in quickly, before anyone can change their mind, and then the paramedic shuts the doors, and they’re off. The paramedics do their thing with pulse monitors and gauze and Hank looks at Nick and wonders if he’d really been this pale back in the house. 

“Should I call anyone?” he thinks to ask, after a moment of uncomfortable silence. He doesn’t know Nick that well yet, doesn’t know whether he’s got family in town, a significant other, close friends...someone to take care of him, to worry about him. He imagines - hopes - that there is somebody like that for his partner.

But Nick shakes his head. “No,” he says, so there’s no mistaking his answer. “No one, really.” He doesn’t seem to be particularly bothered by this, and Hank hates it. Nick is way too young to not have somebody to be there for him. 

“Well, you’ve got someone now. That’s what partners are for,” Hank says. Nick smiles at that, despite everything, and Hank finds himself smiling too. He’s made up his mind, now. They’re going to be more than just partners.

They’re going to be friends.

i hope you liked this! i’ve never written something pre-show before so i am a little unsure on the characterization but i hope it was ok! thanks so much for reading!!!

[satanssmutcorner]

Smutty Blog Introduction

Hello fellow earthlings! I’ve been debating for a while now on whether or not to become more active on this platform. Given the short nature (ish) of the content here, it seems like a good option given that I’m currently quite busy with Uni and other life stuff in general, but still feel that writer’s itch and wish to write down thoughts and ideas to explore some creative avenues. Now, for that to happen, I’m more than happy to take requests, given that I’m a part of quite a few fandoms. I’ll also add the characters I’d be willing to write for, so you guys get an idea as to what to expect.

That being said, this is a blog largely dedicated to all the smutty fics I come up with, so it’ll mostly be one-shots, drabbles, headcannons, NSWF alphabets, etc. I reserve the right to not write certain stuff because, well, I might not be into it (this includes underage stuff and noncon, straight off the bat, sorry, that’s just how it is). Other than that, please feel free to send me an ask of a request. Under the cut are a list of characters I’ll happily write for since I’ve watched/binged the show and have plenty of inspo for them. If you can’t find something to your liking, please shoot me a message anyway an we’ll see if we can work something out.

Actors/Celebrities

Actors I’d consider writing preferences, imagines or one-shots for, and any other characters they might have played in movies (as well as scouring the internet for pictures and mood-boards):

Ralph Fiennes,

Christoph Waltz,

Willem Dafoe,

Jason Isaacs,

Alan Rickman,

Iain Glenn,

Stephen Lang,

Charles Dance,

Robert Carlyle

David Thewlies

Cliff Simon

Javier Bardem

Bill Nighy

Tim Roth

Joe Mantegna

Hugh Laurie

William Fitchner

Michael McEalhatton

Timothy Dalton

Michael Sheen

Robert Sean Leonard

Claes Bang

Goran Visnjic

Oded Fehr

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

J.R. Bourne

Sebastian Roche

Jack Davenport

Colin Firth

Mark Strong

Henry Ian Cusick

Aiden Gillen

Alexander Skarsgard

Stephen Moyet

Mads Mikkelsen

David Tennant

Sci-Fi

Stargate (Atlantis, Universe and SG1) Characters:  SG1: Jack O’Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Ba’al, Cameron Mitchel, Vala Mal Doran, General Landry,  Selmak/Jacob Carter, Martouf) Atlantis: John Shepherd, Teyla Ammagen, Todd the Wraith, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett)  Universe: Nicholas Rush, Cl. Everett Young, Tamara Johansen, Camille Wray, Chloe Armstrong, David Telford, Varro, Ginn, Simeon, Amanda Perry, Commander Kiva)

The 100  Charaters: Clarke Griffin, Marcus Kane, Octavia Blake, Lexa, Echo, Raven Reyes, Roan) 

Star Trek (For now only Discovery and a few of the main characters from the older series such as TNG, Enterprise, etc) Characters: James T Kirk, Uhura, Spock, Scotty, Leonard McCoy, Jean-Luc Picard, Data, Odo, Worf, Jonathan Archer, Paul Stamets, Saru, Gabriel Lorca, Phillipa Georgiou, Sylvia Tilly, Sarek, Leland.

Battlestar Galactica Characters: Admiral William Adama, Dr. Gaius Baltar, Nr. 6, Boomer, Starbuck.

Terra Nova Characters: Nathaniel Taylor, lol.

Westworld Characters: William/The man in Black, Delores, Mave.

Fantasy

Harry Potter Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Rufus Scrimgeour, Minerva McGonagall.

Games of Thrones Characters: Jorah Mormont, Tywin Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Roose Bolton, Khal Drogo, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Eddard Stark, Oberyn Martell, Bronn

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Characters: Zelda Spellman, Faustus Blackwood, Madam Satan

Supernatural Characters:  John Winchester, Ruby, Crowley, Lucifer, Balthazar, Naomi.

True Blood Characters: Eric Northman, Russel Edgington, William Compton, Jessica Hamby, Sam Merlotte, Alcide Herveaux, Pam.

Vampire Diaries Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Katherine, Elijah Mikaelson, Mikael, Alaric Saltzman, Bonnie.

Reign Characters: Mary Stuart, Sebastian, Kenna, Stephan Narcisse, King Henry II, Gideon Blackburn, Aloysius Castelroy.

The OA Characters: Prairie, Hunter Aloysius Percy (HAP).

Penny Dreadful Characters: Malcolm Murray, Vanessa Ives, Ethan Chandler, Brona Croft, Dorian Gray, Victor Frankenstein, Dracula, Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Grimm Characters: Nick Burkhardt, Juliette Silverton, Captain Sean Renard.

Miscellaneous

Aquaman Characters: Nuidis Vulko, Arthur Curry, King Nereus.

Hannibal Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Dr. Alana Bloom.

Kingsman Characters: Merlin, Harry Hart, Lancelot, Whiskey.

The Lighthouse Characters: Thomas Wake

Pirates of the Carribean Characters: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington, Armando Zalasar

Spiderman Characters: Norman Osborn

John Wick Characters: Marcus, Viggo Tarasov, Winston

[fourteendaysinaweek]

Show Recommendations

Grimm

Platform: Amazon Prime

Official overview: Portland detective Nick Burkhardt, descended from a long line of warriors known as Grimms, defends his city from magical creatures known as Wesen, which are part human and part animal. Fighting alongside his partner, Hank, colleague Sergeant Wu and friends Monroe and Rosalee, Nick faces off against internal and external forces, including his police captain, Sean Renard.

My overview: Portland detective Nick Burkhardt thinks he's going insane when he randomly starts seeing monsters at the time his aunt goes into a coma. Turns out he's not, in fact, going crazy. He deals with shit trying to kill him and his girlfriend and friends CONSTANTLY and in reality all he wants to do his keep his city safe, and he accidentally saves the world in the process.

Thoughts on the show: I love it, it does have a habit of setting up for recurring characters and then never mentioning them again, so that's annoying. There are 6 seasons. There are some great romances in the show, and also some iffy ones, but the iffy ones are definitely regarded as such in the show, and eventually either develop past the weird stage or die before anymore harm can be done. Aired from 2011 to 2017

Thoughts on the fandom: Wayyyy too small, I know of 0 people around my age who like it, and 90% of the fan base is obsessed with Sasha Roiz who plays Sean Renard (not that I'm judging). Definitely not enough fics out there, and the ones that I've found seem to be poorly written or basically just pwp.

Warehouse 13

Platform: Amazon Prime

Official overview: Following an abrupt transfer, Secret Service agents Pete Lattimer and Myka Bering find themselves in the middle of South Dakota at a massive, top-secret storage warehouse that holds every strange artifact, mysterious relic, out-of-this-world object and supernatural souvenir ever found by the U.S. government. Lattimer and Bering's new task, as directed by the warehouse's caretaker, longtime agent Artie Nielsen, is to investigate reports of unexplainable and paranormal activity in an effort to secure more peculiar and dangerous objects, and to help Artie manage the warehouse itself.

My overview: imagine the TARDIS except it's a warehouse and not a police box (bigger on the inside) and it's full of cursed objects to be kept there so it doesn't destroy the world.

Thoughts on the show: I love it. It accurately depicts trauma and has decent representation such as a black woman everyone is intimidated by because she's the boss, a gay man who isn't sexualized and has development and a personality other than "gay". There is even an incredibly homoerotic friendship between two women that the actress of said women played up because they wanted their characters together, even if one turned out to be not-so-good. The show deals with sexism and victims of neglect. You'll learn a lot of random history while watching the show as all of the artifacts tend to be historically based (the guillotine blade that cut of Marie Antoinette's head, for instance). There are 5 seasons and I'm s3 or 4. Apparently the show does something weird with Pete and Myka at the end, which probably means they get together. Ran 2009 to 2014.

Thoughts on the fandom: again, way too small, although a lot bigger than Grimm. There are quite a few fics out there, mainly for the two women which I ship with my whole heart. There might be some controversy with Eddie McClintock (Pete Lattimer) but I'm not very well-versed in it. I wish Grimm's fandom was as big as W13's.

The Umbrella Academy

Platform: Netflix

Official overview: On one day in 1989, 43 infants are inexplicably born to random, unconnected women who showed no signs of pregnancy the day before. Seven are adopted by billionaire industrialist Sir Reginald Hargreeves, who creates the Umbrella Academy and prepares his "children" to save the world. In their teenage years, though, the family fractures and the team disbands. Fast forward to the present time, when the six surviving members of the clan reunite upon the news of Hargreeves' passing. They work together to solve a mystery surrounding their father's death, but divergent personalities and abilities again pull the estranged family apart, and a global apocalypse is another imminent threat. The series is based on a collection of comics and graphic novels created and written by My Chemical Romance lead singer Gerard Way.

My overview: adult survivors of abuse with increasingly weird/out-there superpowers due to the weird circumstances of their birth come together to celebrate *cough* I mean mourn the passing of their "father" And accidentally cause the apocalypse.

Thoughts on the show: I love it. I've finished season 2,currenfly there are only 2 seasons, it's still in progress, I love it. I'm sure most of you have already watched it because what is the supernatural fandom if not emo? Also a good one for representation. Mexican man with a stutter, black woman with a daughter she is in a custody battle for, gay druggie veteran, Ellen Page, Asian ghost boy, 58 year old man in a 13 year old's body, and a half-chimp man.

Thoughts on the fandom: big. Big big big. Haven't found any fics that cater to my specific wants in a fic, but there are fics. Some of them have weird pairings, but since the show made two (adopted) siblings canon, I can't exactly blame them.

Lost Girl

Platform: I actually have no idea

Official overview: Bo is a small-town girl on the run after a disastrous sexual encounter with her boyfriend ends with his death. Bo learns that she is not human, but a succubus, who feeds on the sexual energy of humans. She and her kind are members of the Fae, creatures of legend, who walk among humans and feed off them in different ways. As she searches for the truth about her origins and runs from her inhuman urges, she vows to help those she meets along the way -- human or Fae -- who need to right a wrong.

My overview: bisexual woman finds out she's a succubus and she has to choose to be either good Fae or bad Fae (I think it's light vs dark but it's been a Hot Minute) she has a thing with a werewolf and also a thing with a Fae doctor who is human and a woman.

Thoughts on the show: it's good, 5 seasons, don't think I've finished the first season. Back when I started watching it it was on Netflix and has since been removed. It's on Vudo but it costs money which is bullshit. It's a little weird at first, but I like it. Ran 2010 to 2015.

Thoughts on the fandom: have not interacted with the fandom for fear of spoilers. I'd imagine this show's fandom is about the size of Grimm.

Being Human (USA version)

Platform: again, I don't know.

Official overview: "Being Human," based on a BBC series of the same name, features three 20-something roommates who each try to keep a secret from the rest of the world -- one is a ghost, another is a vampire and the third is a werewolf. The three roomies try to help one another navigate the complexities of living double lives.

My overview: again, weird starts off in almost the middle of the story. It deals with abuse, death, fighting urges, dealing with past sins, and, well, being human. The characters are Sally (Ghost) Aidan (vampire) and Josh (werewolf). The three of them are trying to live like normal, Aidan and Josh as workers at the local hospital as Sally works to deal with her death.

Thoughts on the show: I love it I just wish I could find it on a reliable site, again, it's on Vudo but it costs money. It definitely had the set up for a good mlm relationship but from what I've gathered they end up forcing heterosexuality.

Thoughts on the fandom: again, too small, roughly the size of Grimm. I have seen 0 fics.

The Librarians

Platform: Hulu I do so believe

Official overview: Cued by TNT's popular 'The Librarian' trilogy, this series introduces new members of an ancient group protecting mystical artefacts. Hidden below the Metropolitan Public Library, the secret society's longtime leader is Flynn Carsen, whose job has become very complicated. To help, the Library recruits Eve, a counterterrorism agent responsible for organizational security; Jacob, who has encyclopedic knowledge of art, architecture and history; Cassandra, who links auditory/sensory hallucinations to memory; and Ezekiel, a skilled thief and master technician. Overseeing them is Jenkins, the reclusive caretaker of the Library's sleepy little outpost in Oregon. Noah Wyle executive produces and recurs as Flynn, the role he played in the movie series.

My overview: very similar to W13. This time imagine the Bunker, and the Warehouse, and boom, you've got the Library.

Thoughts on the show: good! I love it, I just found out it was on Hulu and am going to be binging it as soon as I finish Grimm and Warehouse. I'd love to see a crossover between W13 and The Librarians I feel like they'd have a feud.

Thoughts on the fandom: probably the same size as W13 if not bigger as the series came from movies. Again, haven't finished the series so I haven't interacted with the fandom.

Eureka

Platform: Amazon Prime

Official overview: In the years since World War II, the U.S. government has been relocating the world's geniuses (and their families) to the Pacific Northwest town of Eureka. Daily life there shifts between amazing innovation and total chaos. U.S. Marshal Jack Carter learns this first-hand when his car breaks down in Eureka, stranding him among the town's eccentric citizens. When they unleash a scientific creation still unknown to the outside world, it's up to Carter to restore order. Subsequently, he's let in on one of America's best-kept secrets.

My overview: a small town but make every person a genius. Has some crossover with Warehouse 13, they exist in the same universe.

Thoughts on the show: I love it so far. Just the kind of weird shit I enjoy.

Thoughts on the fandom: I'd imagine about the size of Warehouse 13's but I've yet to interact considering I'm still in season 1.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Fandom: Grimm

Trope: Gunshot Wound

Relationships: Team as Family, Adalind/Nick, Juliette/Sean, and Monroe/Rosalee

Rating: T

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Not that he would ever admit it, but Sean Renard hated press conferences. They were loud, for one, and the reporters always talked over each other, making it nearly impossible to catch a single question. He didn’t mind talking in front of people, but taking questions from a swarm of people who just want their next byline and could care less about the victims of the case?

He always joked-privately, of course-that he’d rather be shot.

Nonetheless, after a particularly grueling case, he found himself out in front of the station, staring down more than two dozen cameras and mics. Nick, Hank, and Wu-all instrumental in closing the case-stood off to his side, barely masking their discomfort. The story he was telling the media was not altogether a lie, but it left out some pretty significant details (a necessity of the job, he supposed, but spinning stories to leave out Wesen was exhausting).

The speech went pretty well, in his humble opinion: He covered everything quickly and concisely, and barely even had to lie.

Then, the questions started. “Captain Renard, what can you say regarding Miller’s motives?”

He was a Blutbad who moved in next door to a Bauerschwein. They have a feud going back centuries, both blaming the other for the bloodshed between them. He believed the Bauerschwein was having an affair with his girlfriend, a Kehrseite who didn’t even know about the feud. They weren’t having an affair, but Miller still doesn’t believe that.

Sometimes, he let himself imagine, just briefly, what would happen if he told the truth.

“I’m afraid those details are classified, beyond what I’ve already said. What I can tell you is that Senator Richards will be deeply missed, and I intend to see that justice is done.”

He paused, bracing himself for the next question, but was met only with frightened chatter. The reporters stared at him in absolute horror. One woman screamed.

The next part seemed to happen in slow-motion. He looked down, following the reporters’ gazes. He saw the red dot on his shirt, just above his heart. Before he could even move, he heard the shot. The ground rushed up to meet him, panic a crushing weight above him. Everything hurt: arms, legs, head where he collided with the concrete...

It took him several moments too long to realize that there wasn’t any pain in his chest, and that it wasn’t panic crushing him to the ground.

All around him people screamed, but their voices seemed very far away as reality settled in. Nick was holding him down, had pushed him out of the path of the bullet… And still wasn’t getting up. Why wasn’t he getting up? Why wasn’t he letting Sean up? Unless-

No.

“Nick?” He tried to keep his voice even, but he could hardly breathe (both from fear and from the weight). “Nick, are you-”

A groan. It was thick with pain, but it was still a sound for sore ears, so to speak; it meant that Nick was alive. “Keep them… Safe,” Nick muttered, and any relief faded quickly. “Adalind and… Kelly.”

Then Nick exhaled, and Sean wanted to scream.

“Nick, no.” Then, louder- “Can I get some help over here? Someone?”

Paramedics appeared in a flurry, pulling Nick off of him and helping him to his feet. He barely spared them a glance, too concerned with getting a look at Nick. Nick, who was covered in blood, with three holes in his chest.

No, no, no-

This was Andrew all over again, and he couldn’t-he couldn’t-

Irrationally, all he could think was that this better not be the same thing over again. If someone was trying to recruit him, he’d do what he should have done last time: rip every last one of their throats out, without hesitation.

A paramedic reached for him, obviously intent on looking him over, and he brushed her off. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood. Take care of him. ” She paused, clearly wanting to argue, but apparently decided against it, turning back to Nick. Smart woman.

His gaze caught on Hank and Wu, watching him, waiting for their orders.

Right. “Get a team together. Canvas the area. Talk to everyone; no one leaves until they’ve been cleared. Someone had to have seen something.” He didn’t dare hope that the shooter was still around, but at least they could get a description. “I’ll let Adalind know.”

They nodded, and waved a few officers over, calling out orders. He turned back to Nick, satisfied that they would handle it. (Hank, particularly, was a natural at this. Once, he’d been planning to recommend Nick as his replacement if he ever retired, but truthfully, the pull between being a Grimm and a detective was already enough of a strain on him. These days, he had his eyes on Hank for the job.)

“Sir?” One of the paramedics, a different one from before, approached him. He was fully prepared to brush this one off as well, but the young man hurried to ask, “Do you want to come with him?”

He barely thought about it. “Yes. Thank you.” After all, who else would?

Taking one last look around the scene, he climbed into the back of the ambulance, settling on a small stool. Nick still wasn’t conscious, but he was still breathing, which meant there was still hope. Wanting to offer him even subconscious comfort, Sean reached out, resting his hand against Nick’s arm.

His hand, still coated with Nick’s blood.

Please don’t let him die.

(Read the rest on AO3)

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The Ghost and the She-wolf

Part 6

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This one is looooong. It might be the longest yet. I’m also dumping in some lore, some backstory, and a whole bunch of angst so brace yourselves!

Zhuk, pirate or otherwise, and the Mafia!Beejs brought to you by @monsterlovinghours 

[TW: Mentions of torture, nothing descriptive but proceed with caution.]

Tag list: @beetlejuicebeadoll , @do-ya-hear-that-sound , @dilfyjuice , @nikkivfx , @insomni-snacc , @young-erstill

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In a daze, you allowed Zhuk to steer you aft. Being submerged had put out the few remaining fires licking at the ship, and the crewmen had already unlashed themselves and begun to get to work clearing the deck of the blackened and burnt mainsail. Your head was full to bursting with questions, so much so that you couldn’t even decide which to ask first. So you held your silence as the two of you passed through the doorway into the narrow corridor. He paused and you kept going, stilling when you felt his hand part company with your lower back and turning to see where he’d gone. He had managed to squeeze his large frame into one of the small cabins that lined the hall, emerging moments later with folded clothing held in his hand. “Here,” he said softly, offering it to you. “Feel free to use my cabin to change.” You swallowed down a fluttering feeling in your chest, turning and walking ahead of him as he gestured you onward with a sweep of his arm. Zhuk shut the door behind him as you crossed awkwardly to the center of the room, looking around uncertainly as if waiting for his permission. “Ladies first,” he said with a smile, motioning to the privacy screen in the corner. You gulped again, perturbed by the jittery sensations bubbling from deep inside as you padded meekly behind the screen. You tugged the end a little closer to the wall for good measure. 

It was more difficult getting the dress off than it had been to put it on, but that was probably more due to your trembling fingers and the uncooperative nature of heavy wet fabric adhering to your damp and chilled skin. After struggling for a few moments you managed to shimmy your way out of the ruined and sodden layers of skirts, pooling on the floor around your feet. The sound of movement from outside your private little nook drew your attention and you stood on tiptoe to peek over the screen. Zhuk stood by his bunk facing away from you, shucking his own drenched jacket and tossing it across the arms of the chair behind his desk. His equally drenched tunic clung to his broad back, showing off the fine musculature between his shoulder blades. Your eyes watched them work as he reached back with both hands and began to peel the soggy shirt off over his head. You were shocked at yourself when you realized your cheeks were warming, torn between looking away to give him the privacy he had considerately given to you and indulging in the chance to see him in a state of semi-undress. 

The thing that made you make up your mind, however, wasn’t his admittedly impressive physique that was revealed when his tunic was removed. Your eyes widened as you took in the vast collection of scars that marred the Russian captain’s skin. Two in particular, thick, ropey, and pearly white, ran parallel down either side of his spine and you wondered what could have possibly caused them. You could only imagine the pain he must have endured to receive such ghastly marks. “I suppose you have questions, volchitsa,” he called to you over his bare shoulder and you choked on your own breath, ducking back down before he could see you peeping at him. You cleared your throat, buying time to make sure your voice was at its normal register when you spoke. “Several, yes,” you admitted, busying yourself with getting dressed quickly and angrily steering your wandering thoughts away from visualizing him changing out of his tight, wet breeches. You huffed in mortification as warmth flooded through you from the top of your head to your toes, forcing yourself to focus on your own clothing. It was a simple tunic and breeches, clearly a man’s cut, so not terribly well fitting on your own body. But it was nice to be in pants again and out of the troublesome skirts. “I suppose the first and most pressing is where are we headed? I’ve never heard of Nav.” You jumped slightly as he knocked on the wooden frame of the screen, smiling inscrutably as you tucked the hem of your overlarge shirt into the loose waistband of your breeches. You willed yourself not to squirm as his gaze swept down your body, nodding approvingly. “You look much more like yourself,” he said with a chuckle. “Nav is an island in the North Atlantic.” 

You frowned, squeezing between him and the screen when he seemed uninterested in standing aside to let you pass. Heat spiked in your face again, but you studiously ignored it and the low rumble of him chuckling to himself. You went to his desk, where charts and maps and documents were arranged in orderly stacks, flipping carefully through them until in search of one particular sheaf. Finding it, you withdrew a large navigational chart of the North Atlantic and spread it out on top of the desk as Zhuk moved to stand beside you. You could feel his eyes on you, but you concentrated on scanning the map. “Where precisely is this island?” you asked, frowning when you were unable to spot it anywhere. “You will not find the island of Nav on that map or any other, moye sokrovishche. It has never been plotted and it never will be because only the dead can reach it.” At that you jerked upright, nearly headbutting him in the chest because he stood so close. “The dead?” you repeated incredulously. Zhuk nodded sagely in affirmative. “Nav is not it’s true name, it is simply what I call it. The island itself has no name, but given that its purpose is as a gathering place for the souls of the departed, I chose to call it Nav: the name the ancient Slavs used for the land of the dead.” 

Zhuk spoke with such surety and confidence, as though he were not spouting nonsense born from myths and fairy tales. But when you considered all that you’d seen since coming aboard his ship: the sea monsters, the waves seemingly obeying his commands, his own startling transformation, you had to question whether or not he really was telling the truth. “If this Nav is an island of the dead that only they can find, how is it that you know how to get there?” Zhuk’s easy smile slipped from his face and a somber, sorrowful expression took its place. “That,” he began with a heavy sigh, propping himself upright with one arm braced against the desk. “Is a story I will tell you another time. For now, tell me what you and Renard talked about when you paid him a visit.” You surprised yourself with how forthcoming you were in answering his inquiry. When exactly had you come to trust him so easily? He hummed pensively as you explained Renard’s plan, revealing that he had been vaguely acquainted with the man during his pirating days. “He was always a cunning and vicious bastard,” Zhuk said with a mirthless scoff. “It’s no surprise to find out that the Navy endorses his methods.” You scowled distastefully. “Not all the Navy,” you insisted. “He’s a monster, and I’ve long thought that by the time the Lord High Admiral realizes that he’s loosed a mad dog on the seas it will be too late to stop him.” 

The Perperuna was made ready to sail before sundown and Zhuk, with his mysterious power to compel the tides and winds to do his bidding, was able to set her on her course at top speed. You accompanied him at the helm, a little awestruck by how he seemed to know instinctively which direction to go without need to consult the charts, any sort of tools or even a simple compass.  As the ship sailed further north, the temperature dropped considerably. Zhuk had taken one look at you with your arms pressed hard against your middle, breathing into your cupped hands to warm your fingers before he swept off his own greatcoat and draped it around you. It swallowed you, but you were grateful for the gesture and for the warmth. When you asked what he would do when he got cold himself, he only chuckled in that damnable enigmatic way he had. On the second night of sailing north you came up on deck to find a dense fog swirling out over the sea, so thick it was as if the clouds had settled just above the gentle lapping of the waves. The sea was smooth as glass, the ever-present wind dwindled down to almost nothing, yet the Perperuna cruised steadily forward into the fog bank. You padded to the forecastle rail and leaned against it, staring hard into the fog until it felt as if you’d gone blind but you could see nothing. This far north, without breakwater at the bases to give them away, there was always the risk of icebergs. Coupled with this blasted fog and the threat only compounded. What was Zhuk thinking, steering through this mess? The ship had only just managed to stay afloat after Renard’s assault and then being swallowed by a whirlpool. 

You didn’t even realize you had company until he settled himself at the rail beside you, copying your posture and gazing out past the bow. You jumped and gasped, startled. How could such a big man move so silently? Predictably, Zhuk chuckled at your little start. “Keeping watch?” he asked, the easy smile you’d grown so accustomed to on his lips. Despite yourself, you flashed a smirk back, not willing to let him think he’d got the better of you. “Someone should,” you retorted with no real venom. “Especially in this.” Zhuk shifted, turning to face you and propping himself against the rail on his elbow. “After all you’ve seen, you still think this ship can be foundered by the elements?” he teased, his eyes glittering despite the low light. You frowned, privately seeing his point but again refusing to concede. Now that you had a moment with the captain, there was a question you had been wanting to ask but had not been sure how to broach. “If you would rather not say, I understand,” you began gently, thinking that it might be too unpleasant a memory to revisit. “But I saw the… the marks on your back…” You trailed off, certain that the shrewd man beside you would know exactly what you were asking. 

Zhuk hummed, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “Yes, I know you did. And I did promise to explain,” he admitted while you ducked your head away, hoping he wouldn’t see the blush rise to your face at the realization that you had been caught spying on him. With a sigh, Zhuk told his tale. 

“I was not always a pirate, volchitsa. I had a family once, a village. A home. It was a hard life, but it was a good one. Fighting was never something that I enjoyed, it was a necessary evil to protect those I cared for. Though I did have a talent for it, I must admit. I took that talent and, with many others, joined the ranks of men to fight against the Crimeans to preserve our homeland. I thought I had seen violence and bloodshed before, but this was no battle… This was a massacre. I was the only one to survive, but I was captured before I could even think to escape.” He paused and breathed deeply, letting it out in a long exhale and turning to you. “I do not wish to upset you, volchista,” he murmured. “It is not a pretty story.” You stepped closer to him, pressing your arm flush against his, wishing to impart some sort of comfort. “Tell me anyway? Please?” you entreated. Zhuk nodded and continued. “My captors used the opportunity I presented to test an execution method used by the Nords, to make an example of me. I was stripped of my shirt, my wrists bound together and suspended over my head. They cut me, as you saw, opened my back and pulled my lungs through the wounds.” You made a shuddering sound of revulsion at his description of their cruelty, unconsciously leaning further into him, pressing your head against his shoulder. “Barbarians,” you seethed, furious at the men you would never meet for what they had done to him. “How did you survive such brutality?” Zhuk sighed through his nose, pressing his face against the top of your head and whispering into your hair: “I did not.” 

You gasped, stunned, but did not move away. Some part of you had known, deep down, that this was no ordinary man you had devoted yourself to pursuing. Now you knew the truth, once and for all. You could sense him beside you, so still, waiting to see how you would respond to his admission; if you would fear him, recoil from him, the dead man who had saved your life. “What happened?” you asked, feeling the tension leaving him as he sighed again, his breath gusting through your hair. “I was dead, but then I was not. I was brought back and given a task: to gather wayward souls and shepherd them to the other side.” Your brow furrowed, not understanding. “Brought back? How? By who?” “A woman I pray you will never meet, moye sokrovishche. But that is enough for now. We are here.” 

As suddenly as it had appeared, the Perperuna exited the impenetrable mire of fog and you could see an island in the distance. Monolithic sea stacks rose up on either side of the ship like the fingers of a giant, standing guard to the mouth of a bay. You could already see that the dark shape of the island was dotted in flickering lights, so it must be inhabited. But Zhuk had said only the dead could find it… Perperuna docked at a wharf in the bay, the crew bustling around making final preparations to disembark while you stood at the gunwale and surveyed what lay around you. It looked like a settlement of some kind, there were buildings that could have been shops or houses, roads clearly laid out, but not a soul to be seen. All the lights you had glimpsed from further out in the bay had vanished, as though thousands of candles were all snuffed out at once. Zhuk called for you as the gangway was lowered to the dock, waiting for you and directing you ahead of himself. It was the first time your feet had been on solid ground in months, and it felt odd to be standing without the constant motion of a boat beneath you.

All around you the crew began to disperse, save for the loyal bosun who was once again conversing with the captain in quiet Russian. As they conducted their business you ventured off to have a look around this island of the dead. So far it was rather demure, apparently abandoned. You meandered from the docks toward the vacant town square, where there was a stone fountain with no water. While studying the statue of some sort of strange serpentine creature that dominated the center, a soft voice behind you made you turn. “Captain?” There was a man standing just at your back. You had not heard him approach and you were certain he had not been there when you went to the fountain. You also knew the man, a midshipman still clad in his blackened and tattered Naval uniform, to be dead. “Captain, it is you!” he said, his voice drifting as if from a great distance. “We wondered where you were, what had taken you so long.” A hard mass was forming in your throat as other forms began to materialize around him, starting out as vaguely blurry shapes like heat mirages that coalesced into the visages of your own crew. They greeted you heartily, relieved to see that you’d finally made your way to the island. When they all fell silent at the same time, all glowering hard at something behind you, you looked back to see Zhuk standing a short ways away, watching somberly.

“Captain… did he bring you here?” asked the midshipman who first recognized you. “You’re with him? After everything we went through?” The man stepped closer, studying you, and you couldn’t help flinching guiltily as understanding dawned in his eyes. “You’re alive,” he said, creating a ripple of murmuring in the ghosts gathered behind him. “You led us all to our deaths, and here you are now with the pirate responsible.” “That’s enough, Brown,” came another voice, and all eyes turned to an officer as he made his way through the assembly. Your own lieutenant, Jonathan Mathers; steadfast and loyal as any person ever could be, smiled warmly when he saw you. “Glad to see you’ve finally arrived, Captain,” said Mathers. The warm rush of fondness and gratitude gave way to guilt, clawing at your insides. “Mathers, I…” you tried to say around the lump in your throat. “I’m so sorry, I never meant any of this to happen.” Mathers’ smile turned sad and vacant, and you realized that he and the midshipman and the other crew were losing their definition, dissolving at the edges as though evaporating like water vapor. “I know, Captain. And I know how you must be feeling. Don’t fret, we are dead, our troubles are now over.”

His gaze cut over your shoulder, at Zhuk, and he stepped in closer, leaning toward you so that you could feel the chill of death curling off him. “But you are alive, and I fear your troubles are only just beginning.” With that they were gone, dissipated like fog and leaving only a faint snap of cold and an ache deep in your chest that stretched up your throat, throbbing in the roots of your teeth and burning your eyes. You felt a heavy hand curl gently, protectively around your shoulder as Zhuk stepped up behind you. “I am sorry, volchitsa,” he said sadly. “I should have warned you.” You wiped at the moisture threatening to spill from your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I got them killed,” you said, your voice hollow and raw but certain. “Oh, now, don’t take it so hard.” Your eyes snapped up, glancing around for the source of the sultry, amused voice that had come echoing from somewhere in the shadows. Gradually you heard footsteps, as well as the soft metallic clacking as of a walking stick meeting the pavement. “The dead do so love to deliver their cryptic warnings,” the newcomer went on, now a discernible shape in the gloom as they came closer. “It makes them feel so mysterious, you see. A bit of free advice, ma cherie?” You could see him now. He was shorter than Zhuk and nowhere near as broad, but there were certain traits that piqued your interest. The pale skin, the greenish tint to his hair. And his striking eyes, one green, the other startlingly purple.

His grin as he watched you taking in his appearance was vaguely predatory, but you felt no fear as he chuckled and delivered on his promised words of wisdom. “Don’t dwell on dead words. Worse than riddles, more often than not, and far less entertaining.” His mismatched eyes drifted past you to the Russian captain. “Zhuk, you old pirate, it’s been a long time.” Zhuk was chuckling as he stepped up next to you, reaching offering a hand. “That is has, Scarabee. I did not expect anyone to be here already.” Scarabee grinned again, a faint sort of glow to his eyes as he shook Zhuk’s hand with glittering jeweled rings clinking on his fingers. “You know I have my ways, mon amie. But why don’t you introduce me properly to your lovely friend?” Zhuk dutifully reported your name and rank to his associate, whose cat-like smile widened as he held out a hand to you in invitation. Swallowing, you laid your hand in his and he bent forward, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Well, ma jolie, welcome to Carrefour.” 

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[Translation: moye sokrovishche – “my treasure” ] 

Introducing: Captain Scarabee! It’s my first time writing him and I’m kinda nervous about getting him right.

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The Long Wait (Season 4) Chapter 18

Headache

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N:  As Nick grapples with the knowledge that Juliette is lost to him, it starts to become clear who their ghostly serial killer is possessing.

***Nick’s POV***

However Nick had been imagining this would happen, it was not like this. Juliette had destroyed the suppressant and tried to kill them. He had wanted to believe that the woman he loved was still inside, somewhere, but now, he wasn’t sure. The woman he loved had been replaced by the hexenbiest seeking revenge. The others were done, acknowledging that the Juliette they knew was lost to them.

“Juliette’s out of control.” Nick acknowledged, pulling out his phone. “We need to warn Lorelei and Sean.” Nick called Sean’s number, waiting for him to pick up. However, the voice that answered, was not Sean’s. Nick froze. “Who is this?”

“Well, you called me. Who is this?”

Nick quickly put the phone on speaker so Hank could hear. “I’m looking for Sean Renard.” Nick told the man.

“You don’t have him. But this is his phone.”

Hank, Monroe and Rosalee were looking at Nick with a mixture of emotions, surprise, concern and fear to name a few. “Where is he?”

“We’re home. I’m afraid he can’t come to the phone right now. He’s…resting. We had a bit of a rough night. This last one was a real fighter. We’re quite fatigued, so if it’s not a bother, call back at a more convenient time. Cheers.” The man said before hanging up.

“What the hell was that?” Hank asked.

“I think we just heard from Jack the Ripper.” Nick replied, trying to stay calm. But with everything that had happened, and the fear he felt for his sister and her family, it was hard to do so. Nick turned toward the door.

“Wait a minute. He’s with Sean?”

Nick nodded as Hank pulled out his phone. “Yeah.”

“I’ll have Wu meet us.” Hank said, following Nick out the door as they rushed out the door. Hopefully they would find the Renard’s safe and sound.

As Nick and Hank pulled up out the front of the house, Wu was getting out of his patrol car. “When did you get here?” Nick asked Wu as they approached him.

“Just now. You got a key?”

Nick nodded, pulling his keys out of his pocket. He had been given a key to the house in case of an emergency. He’d never used it, but now was definitely an emergency.

“You see anything?” Hank asked.

“Nothing.”

Nick and Hank, guns drawn made their way to the front door, while Wu headed around to the back of the house. Upon reaching the front door, Nick glanced through the window beside it, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Checking the door, he found it be unlocked. They entered the house quietly and swiftly, sweeping the downstairs area as Wu entered by one of the back doors, which was opened. After clearing the main floor, they made their way upstairs, checking the rooms as they made their way to Lorelei’s and Sean’s. Nick felt a sense of relief as entered his niece’s room. She was sitting up in her crib, looking sleepy but a smile broke across her face when she saw him.

Assured the youngest of the family was safe, Nick continued to the master bedroom. Hank and Wu close behind. Hank opened the door and just as Nick was about to enter, he met Sean. “Hey! Whoa!” Sean said, arms raised when he saw guns were drawn.

“Stay there.” Nick ordered, glancing at his sister who was still in the bed, looking at them in confusion. Hank entered the room, moving towards the bathroom.

“What the hell’s going on?” Sean asked and Nick hushed him as he headed towards the walk-in closet, meeting up with Hank.

“What the hell?”

“I don’t know.” Nick told him.

“You called the Captain’s cell.”

“The guy said he was here.” Nick said. “You heard him.”

They returned to the bedroom, holstering their guns. “What the hell is going on?” Lorelei asked them.

Hank looked at Sean. “Where’s your cell phone?”

“Why?”

“I called your cell. Somebody answered and it wasn’t you.” Nick explained.

Sean stared at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Where is your cell phone? It’s not here.” Hank stated, gesturing around the room as Nick pulled his own phone out to call it.

Sean was starting to look annoyed. “I don’t know, maybe in the living room.” Nick heard a phone ringing in the distance and moved towards the sound. “Somebody want to tell me what’s going on?”

Nick and Hank followed the ringing phone downstairs. “Check the calls.” Nick instructed Hank, who was pulling on a pair of gloves.

“Last call was received at 10:08.” Hank informed them. “Your number.” Nick glanced at his watch.

“Well, I didn’t talk to you, Nick. I must have missed the call.”

“Where were you fifteen minutes ago?” Nick asked him, as Lorelei joined them, Olivia in her arms.

“I was sleeping.”

Hank glanced at the open door. “You leave that door open?”

Sean glanced at it. “No.”

“It was open sir.” Wu informed.

Nick looked at Sean. “I talked to somebody on your phone.” Nick said. “They said you were at home, and you were resting.”

“Are you saying the killer was in our house?” Sean asked, looking between them.

“That’s what he said.” Hank answered. “He was talking on your phone.”

“Where were you tonight before you came home?” Nick asked Sean.

Sean considered it for a moment. “I was at Henrietta’s. What does that have to do with anything?”

“You might want to get dressed Captain.” Hank advised him.

When they arrived at Henrietta’s, she didn’t answer, and they had to break the door in to enter. Nick entered first; gun drawn as the other’s followed. Sean called out for Henrietta as he entered. They eventually found her, dead, another victim of Jack the Ripper. The murder was called in and soon enough, the house was crawling with officers. Sean seemed to be in shock, staring down at Henrietta’s body. Hank approached Nick who was standing off to the side. “He said we.” Hank noted quietly.

Nick looked at him. “Who?”

“The guy you talked to on the phone. He said ‘We had a rough night. She was a real fighter’.”

“Yeah, he did.” Nick said slowly.

Hank raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t ‘we’ imply more than one?” Nick nodded slowly. “We need to figure out who ‘we’ is.”

Sean approached them, looking angry. “This guy is targeting me, and I don’t know why.” Sean said. “He must have seen the press conference, but he was probably waiting outside my house. Followed me here, killed her, and then came back after me. It’s a good thing you called when you did. You probably scared him off.”

By now, Sean was starting to look concerned. “Let’s get you home. Let us handle the investigation.” Nick assured him.

“You’re dealing with enough right now.” Hank told him.

Sean nodded, glancing back at Henrietta before looking back at them. “Yeah, ok.” He sighed. “You just have to find this killer alright, whatever you need, get it.” He said, before heading to the door.

Nick gestured for Wu to come over. “We’re taking the Captain home. I want surveillance on his house. All night.” Nick told him quietly.

“Yeah. I’ll put someone on it.”

They returned to Sean and Lorelei’s. Despite Lorelei’s assurances that there were no signs of anyone else being there, Nick still did a sweep of the house to be sure. He returned to the living room, where Hank, Lorelei and Sean were waiting.

“Why were you at Henrietta’s?” Nick asked Sean.

Sean glanced at Lorelei, a silent conversation occurring between the couple before Sean looked back at Nick. “I’ve been having some problems…. lately.” Sean admitted.

“What kind of problems?” Hank asked.

“I keep dreaming that I’m getting shot again. It’s been happening over and over. The scars on my chest, they – they start to bleed, almost as though I did just get shot.”

“Have you seen a doctor?” Nick asked in concern.

“Yeah, they can’t find anything wrong with me.” Sean answered, sounding frustrated. “I’ve been waking up in places and I don’t know how I got there.

“So, you’re blacking out?” Hank asked.

Sean shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s why I went to see Henrietta. I was hoping she could tell me what was wrong.”

“What’d she tell you?”

“Nothing!” Sean exclaimed angrily. “It was a waste. So, I left.” He sighed, as Nick glanced at Hank. “Look, I don’t know. Maybe this killer is trying to make me think I’m going crazy. What if he’s gonna pin this murder on me? What –what if he’s drugging me?”

“Look, Captain, the best thing you can do right now is get some sleep.” Hank looked down at Lorelei, who had been silent throughout the exchange. “Both of you. We’ve got an officer outside who’ll stay here all night.”

Sean nodded as Nick addressed him. “Put your alarm on. Keep your phone with you.”

“Ok.” Sean said quietly. Nick couldn’t recall a time he’d ever seen Sean look so lost. It was a little unnerving. As Nick and Hank started to leave, Nick saw his sister stepped up to Sean, wrapping her arms around his waist. Some of the tension seemed to leave the man’s body as he looked down at his wife, returning her embrace.

As Nick and Hank made their way out to the car, Hank had a thought. “If he’s blacking out, anything could happen.”

“Do we really think this Jack guy is following him? Drugging him?”

Hank shrugged. “I don’t know. Something doesn’t sound right. Is it possible this thing is controlling him somehow?”

Nick stopped and looked at Hank. “What if it’s in him?”

Hank’s eyes widened as he looked back at the house. “God, I hope not.”

After leaving Franco with orders, Nick and Hank headed off.

***Lorelei’s POV***

What a night. Lorelei thought to herself as she laid in bed. Sean had fallen asleep surprisingly quickly. Lorelei, on the other hand, was wide awake. As Sean had been getting dressed to leave with Nick and Hank, Nick had quietly admitted that not only had Juliette destroyed the suppressant but had tried to kill them as well. Unfortunately, Lorelei had been right, Juliette enjoyed the power she now held and had no plans on going back. Her heart went out to her brother as he was doubt realising that Juliette was lost to them. Lorelei was anxious about what her next step would be. Adalind had mentioned that the new Royal in town, Kenneth was interested in Juliette and had probably been the one to tell Juliette about Adalind carrying Nick’s child. Was Juliette going to align with the Royals? If so, it was not going to end well. Furthermore, what ever was happening to Sean may be escalating. Henrietta may have been the only one who could help, and now she was dead. Lorelei thought about the research the guys had done for the Jack the Ripper case they were working on. She glanced at her sleeping husband. Was it possible that Sean was possessed, and not merely being targeting by the killer? Lorelei sighed, she’d wondered if Nick and Hank had come to the same conclusion.

Lorelei glanced at the baby monitor as she heard Olivia babbling to herself from her room. Damn it, she was awake again. Gently easing herself out of the bed, Lorelei slightly crept across the hall and into her daughter’s room. She found Olivia standing up in her crib, wide awake and a big smile on her face “Mama.”

Lorelei smiled gently at her daughter as she approached the crib. “What are you doing awake? You should be sleeping.” Lorelei told her. Lorelei tried lying her back down, but Olivia rolled over and sat back up. “Come on Livy, you gotta go back to sleep.” After repeating the same actions a couple more times, Lorelei picked her daughter up and walked over to the armchair.

She sat down in the chair, cradling her daughter, singing softly to her as she patted her back. It took a while, but Olivia fell asleep again. Once Lorelei was certain Olivia was fast asleep, she gently eased her back into the crib, before quietly slipping out of the room. Just before Lorelei entered the bedroom she shared with Sean, she froze upon hearing a voice, it sounded British, but it also sounded like Sean’s. “You’ve been a bad boy, Sean. And it’s only gonna get worse.”

Lorelei quickly glanced around, hoping to see something she could use as a weapon, if needed, but there was nothing. Except some picture frames. She heard Sean cry out in pain and then there was a thud. Letting out a breath, Lorelei quietly stepped into the room. She was certain there was no one else in there, but her steps were tentative. Sean was passed out on the floor by the bathroom door, once again the bullet wounds were bleeding. Eyes darting around the room, Lorelei moved towards her side of the bed and quickly pulled the dagger out from under her pillow before tentatively approaching her husband. “Sean.” Lorelei called out; dagger tightly clutched in her hand. She didn’t know who she was going to be facing when he awoke. Would it be her husband? Or would it be the killer? “Sean!”

Sean let out a gasp and sat up, his hands going to his chest. His gaze landed on her. “Lorelei?” He asked, looking confused. “What? What happened?”

Sliding the dagger into the waistband of her pyjama pants and smoothing the top over it, Lorelei knelt down beside her husband. “I don’t know. I came back and found you passed out on the floor.”

After helping her husband clean up and assuring him that he hadn’t even left their bedroom, Lorelei got him back into bed. It took a little while, but eventually he fell back to sleep. Grabbing her phone, Lorelei quietly slipped out of their bedroom and went back into Olivia’s room, closing the door behind her. Thinking about it for a second, Lorelei ended up locking the door behind her before moving to sit back in the armchair. She looked at her phone for a minute before deciding to send Nick a message instead of calling him. Just in case the thing possessing her husband heard her.

I think Sean is possessed by the killer. I don’t think Sean knows. He’s asleep. Olivia and I are in her room, door locked.

It didn’t take Nick long to reply.

I agree. Monroe and Rosalee’s tomorrow morning. Be safe.

Lorelei didn’t really sleep for the rest of the night, drifting here and there. Around 4am, she gave up. Moving quietly around Olivia’s room, she packed some supplies for a few nights, deciding to stay at Bud’s. Sean would no doubt question it, but she could just explain it away as being there for Adalind and her unborn nephew. The sun was starting to rise when Lorelei slipped out of Olivia’s room after hearing that Sean was awake and calling out for her.

“Morning.” She said as she entered the room. “How are you feeling?”

Sean rubbed his hands over his face. He looked tired. “I don’t know.” He said with a sigh before rolling out of bed. “You’re up early.”

Lorelei wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a tight hug. “Yeah. Woke up and had all this energy.” She pulled away. “I thought I’d go see Adalind. Check in on her. I know what it’s like being confined to one’s living quarters. I might even stay there.”

Sean nodded. “Ok. That might be a good idea. Safer. I don’t know what this guy’s plan is, but I’m afraid he might target you and Olivia.”

Lorelei cupped his cheek. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Sean kissed her. “Just make sure you take it easy. Plenty of food and water. You’re carrying two babies this time. You need to take extra special care of yourself.

After getting Olivia fed and changed, before feeding herself and Sean, Lorelei headed out. Waving to Franco as she pulled out of the driveway, she headed towards Monroe and Rosalee’s. She pulled up just as Nick and Hank were arriving. “Hey, how’d the rest of the night go?” Nick asked her. “Did something happen?”

Lorelei sighed as she pulled Olivia out. “I’ll explain inside.”

Once inside, Nick and Hank explained what they had found out to Monroe, Rosalee, and Lorelei. Including Adalind said about killing Sean as the only sure-fire way of getting rid of the spirit, should it take complete control of Sean.

“If we kill him, he’s kind of…dead…isn’t he?” Monroe said.

“We are not killing my husband.” Lorelei told them, surprised this even seemed to be an option.

“We were thinking maybe there’s a way to do this, like the Dead Faint, the same one we used on Monroe when they hired Angelina to kill him.” Hank suggested. “And the only way to prove that she had done it, was to show them his dead body.”

“The tetrodotoxin.” Rosalee said, nodding slightly. “It slows down bodily functions, but it’s very dangerous.”

“I’ll say.” Monroe said, no doubt remembering his own encounter with it. “It almost killed me”.

“Well, if we don’t figure out a way to get rid of it, we will end up killing him.” Nick pointed out.

Lorelei glared at them. “You are not killing my husband.”

Nick sighed. “If we can’t figure something out, that may be the only option. He won’t be your husband anymore.”

Lorelei glanced down at Olivia, pulling her closer to her. She knew Nick was right, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. “Are you sure he’s involved in all of this?” Rosalee asked Nick and Hank. “’Cause I’d like to be real sure before we do it.”

“We haven’t been able to tie him to any of the crime scenes yet.” Hank told them, as Nick’s phone rang. “But we’re going back to recheck surveillance footage, see if there is something that we missed.”

“Lorelei, why are you sure he is possessed?” Rosalee asked her, as Nick answered his phone.

Lorelei sighed. “When I was coming back from getting Olivia back down, I heard a voice from our bedroom, speaking with a British accent. It said ‘You’ve been a bad boy, Sean. And it’s only gonna get worse.’ When I went in, Sean was passed out on the floor, his wounds were bleeding, and he had no idea what was happening. Honestly, I didn’t even bring it up with him. I didn’t want whatever is possessing him to know, that I know.”

Rosalee sighed, looking concerned, as did Monroe and Hank. Before they could say anything more, Nick ended his call and turned to them. “That was Officer Franco, Sean’s on his way in.”

Hank looked longingly at the cup of coffee Rosalee had been about to give him, before following Nick out. “We’ll start working on it.” Rosalee told them. She turned to Lorelei. “Will you be joining us?”

Lorelei shook her head. “I might go and keep Adalind company. She’s probably getting cabin fever.”

Lorelei had been correct. Adalind was getting cabin fever, mixed in with the knowledge that Juliette was still a hexenbiest and she was heavily pregnant and now powerless. She’d been grateful that Lorelei had chosen to stay with her instead of joining Monroe and Rosalee at the spice shop making up the Dead Faint for Sean. “I promised Sean, I would take it easy.” Lorelei had explained to Adalind as they sat down in the living room of Bud and Phoebe’s house.

“Good to hear you are listening to him. He’s not always right, but he is about this.” Adalind told her. “How are you handling everything? Juliette, Sean’s possession, me carrying your brother’s baby…”

Lorelei shrugged, her eyes on Olivia who was seated on the floor, playing with some of the toys Lorelei had set out around her. “There is a lot going on right now. And not a whole lot I can do about it. Especially now that I’m pregnant again. I can’t believe my birth control failed twice. What are the odds?”

Adalind laughed. “Guess it was meant to be, or whatever that crap is.”

Lorelei laughed as well. “I mean, I’m happy about it, but I was hoping to have been closer to finishing my degree than this.” She sighed. “I’m gonna have to quit my job. There is no way I am going to be able to do college, work, and raise three kids.”

Adalind stared at her in surprise. “Hold on, three kids?”

Lorelei froze, not meaning to let that nugget of information out. “Uh, yeah. My doctor says I’m pregnant with twins.”

“Wow…you’re…definitely going to have your hands full.”

Lorelei nodded. “I certainly am. I just hope everything has sorted itself out by then. Especially if this pregnancy is anything like my last.” Lorelei paused before looking back at Adalind. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh, sure.”

Lorelei was silent for a moment, wondering how to phrase her question. It was something that had been bugging her for months, because there was no scientific answer, so therefore, it may have a magical one. “First of all, thank you for helping me. Making sure I got to the hospital and calling Sean. Thank you.”

Adaind gave her a small smile. “I couldn’t exactly leave you lying there. Who knows how long it would have been before someone found you. You are the closest thing I have to a friend. Even though you probably hate me. I couldn’t let anything happen to you or Olivia. Olivia is Diana’s sister, and you are her bonus mom.”

Lorelei looked at her, a strange expression on her face. “Bonus mom?”

Adalind shifted uncomfortably, looking down at her hands. “Yeah. It’s something I saw on the internet. And after seeing the way you treated Diana, and me. Ready to help us. Bonus mom is a better fit for you than stepmother. ‘Cause, you know of the term evil stepmother. And you are anything but evil.” Adalind looked up Lorelei, her eyes shining. “I know you love Diana as much as I do. When I get Diana back, you are going to be the only person I trust with her. Because I know that you had nothing to do with Sean and the others did.”

Lorelei bit her lip, Adalind’s unfallen tears trigging her own. “I swear, I had nothing to do with it. I would not have allowed them to separate the two of you. And they knew that. It’s why I got drugged.”

Adalind’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Yeah. Of course, no one ever officially told me what happened that day. But I figured it out while I was in hospital. Took me a little while longer to work out that Rosalee had slipped valerian root into my tea. It’s the only explanation for why I slept all day. Why I didn’t hear the cops entering the house and arresting my mom.” Lorelei shrugged.

Adalind just stared at her. “Are you sure? I mean, how could they do that to you?”

Lorelei shrugged again. “I guess they were trying to save me from getting too stressed or something like that. It’s only recently Sean admitted to what really happened. He seemed a little surprised that I had worked everything out. I don’t know why. I am a genius after all.”

“Is that why you got sick? Because of the valerian root?”

Lorelei shook her head. “I don’t think so. I think I was heading that way, even before you and Diana arrived. Which, actually brings me to my question.” Adalind nodded, indicating Lorelei should ask it. “When you found me that day…did you…do anything…magic related?”

Adalind shook her head slowly. “No. I didn’t. Why?”

Lorelei let out a sigh. “It’s weird. I’m not sure how to explain it. But…Olivia was born at 32 weeks. And we were expecting health problems or at least a stay in the NICU. However, she was perfectly healthy and about the size the doctors would have expected for a child of 36 weeks gestation.”

“Ok.” Adalind said slowly, looking confused.

“I’d had a scan done a couple of days before you arrived. And when I went back into hospital, they did another. And Olivia had somehow…grown…way more than she should have in such a small period of time.”

“And you thought, I had done something.”

“Yeah.” Lorelei confirmed. “Or Diana did, or maybe even Olivia herself.”

“Huh.” Adalind said, sitting back, thinking about it. “I wouldn’t even know how to do something like that. Or if it was possible. I suppose Diana could have. I have no idea exactly what she’s capable of. And she was born like, three months early without any complications.” She paused, continuing to think about it. “Has Olivia exhibited any signs of powers?”

Lorelei glanced at her daughter briefly before looking back at Adalind. “I don’t think so.”

“I mean, it could be possible that Olivia will be a hexenbiest. It is in her DNA, just like your nephew.” She gently rubbed her belly. “Could be a zauberbiest. But unlike with Diana, powers don’t usually start showing up until they’re a little older. But then again, I’ve never heard of Grimms and wesen having children before. So, this is unchartered territory.”

Lorelei nodded. “At least I’m not the only one chartering it alone now.” She laughed. “I wonder what the odds are our kids end up being both. A Grimm and a wesen.”

Adalind laughed as well. “That would piss a lot of people off.”

Glancing at the clock, Lorelei noted it was getting close to lunch time. “I might make us some lunch. You hungry?”

“Starving. But I can make my own.” Adalind said before trying to stand up.

“Sit down woman. You are heavily pregnant. I’ll make the food. You make sure my kid doesn’t stick anything she isn’t supposed to in her mouth.”

Adalind saluted her. “Aye aye Captain.” She said mockingly.

As Lorelei was making her way out of the living room, she paused, turning to look at Adalind. “I just want you to know, it would be an honour to be Diana’s bonus mom. I already think of her as my bonus daughter.” Adalind smiled at her. “But you are a bitch and when you are healed up, you’re getting a punch in the face for what you did to my brother.”

Adalind nodded. “I expected as much. I will try not to duck.”

***Nick’s POV***

Sean still hadn’t arrived by the time Nick and Hank arrived, which was a little concerning. As they waited for him to arrive, the two were looking through surveillance footage, trying to see if they could see him.

“There’s nothing in this we may have missed.” Hank remarked.

Nick looked at him. “Maybe we’re wrong.”

“Maybe we’re just too damn tired.” Hank sighed. “What have we got left?”

“Bank footage on Alder.” Nick answered with a sigh. “I’m looking at it now.”

“There’s more footage on West Burnside.” Hank advised him. “I’ll put it up. All these cars are starting to look the same to me.”

“Woah, wait. I got something.” Nick said and Hank moved to stand beside him. “Is that the Captain’s?”

As Nick started to zoom in on the image, the person in the car became clearer. “It’s him.” Hank said.

Nick grabbed one of the reports, looking over it. “It’s put him in the area within one hour of the first killing.”

“He’s here.” Hank said in a low voice causing Nick to look up. Sure enough, Sean was walking into the precinct.

He approached them, looking uneasy. “I need to see you both.”

Nick nodded. Sean walked towards his office, and Nick went to follow him when Hank stopped him. “Before we go in there, if he’s dealing with what we think he’s dealing with, then who the hell are we talking to?”

“Or what.”

“Ok. That didn’t help at all.” Hank commented, following Nick towards their Captain’s office. Hank closed the door behind them, as they watched Sean warily. He was silent for a moment, facing the window. “There’s something very wrong with me.” He finally said. “I’m starting to think I’m losing my mind.”

“What happened?” Nick asked him.

“Last night I thought I was bleeding again.” Sean said, as he started to face them. “I saw it, it felt it. It was real. Then I remember falling. Then I woke up and was in bed as though nothing happened.” So, he didn’t recall waking up on the floor. And Lorelei helping him back into bed after cleaning him up. Had Lorelei been dealing with the entity possessing him? “There was a voice. I…I heard this voice. And then…”

Hank cautiously moved toward Sean. “You blacked out again?” He asked to confirm.

“I guess I did.” Sean said, looking haunted.

“Do you remember driving? About 11:30 three nights ago?” Nick asked him.

Sean looked at him in confusion. “What? Why?”

“We have surveillance that puts your car at Northwest Couch and Second about that time.” Hank answered.

Sean shook his head. “No. It wasn’t me. I was at home, asleep.”

Nick stepped closer to the desk. “Your car was a couple of blocks away from where the first victim’s body was found, the same night, within an hour of the estimated time of death.”

Sean started pacing in tight circles behind his desk. “No. No, I would – I would remember something like that.”

“During a blackout?”

Sean turned back to them. “I would remember something.” He said loudly.

“We talked to Adalind, and she said that when you died, a portal opened up.” Nick told him. “When your mother did whatever she did to bring you back, you didn’t come alone.”

Sean stared at him for a moment. “Are you saying that I’m possessed?”

“You’re blacking out. Waking up in places you don’t remember. Bleeding from where you were shot.”

“You know you went to see Henrietta, but you have no idea when you left.” Hank added solemnly.

“Are you suggesting that I killed those women?”

“We’re suggesting that you may no longer be in control of what you’re doing.” Nick told him firmly.

Sean was breathing heavily. “If that’s true, what should I do, lock myself up?” He asked, his voice shaky.

“We’re working on something.” Hank said. “But until we figure it out, it may be a good idea for you to stay at home.”

“Under surveillance.” Nick added.

Sean seemed to freak out at that. “No, no, no, no, I want to know what the hell is happening to me.” He said loudly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nick saw Hank had unholstered his gun. Sean seemed to notice as well. “You need to give us your gun Captain.”

Nick held out his hand, as Sean stared at the gun in Hank’s hand. After a moment, he nodded. “Alright.” He agreed, slowly unholstering his own gun. He paused before handing it to Nick. “But you have to know, whatever happened, that wasn’t me.”

Nick nodded, as Hank holstered his gun. “We know.”

“I want someone watching me…who…understands.”

Leaving Sean in his office, Nick and Hank headed over to Wu’s desk to discuss it with him. “You think there’s some kind of Jack the Ripper spirit inside him?”

“Pretty sure.” Hank said. “Except we can’t arrest him without having to explain it.”

“Yeah, don’t do that.”

“So, basically he’s under house arrest.”

“Unofficially.” Hank added.

“And he’s ok with that?”

“For now.” Hank replied.

“What about this other guy inside him? Is he ok with that?”

“Just don’t let either of them go anywhere.” Nick instructed him quietly, as he and Hank got up. “If anything happens, call us.”

“What about Lorelei and Olivia?”

“They’re staying elsewhere tonight.”

Leaving Sean in Wu’s capable hands, Nick and Hank headed to the spice shop. Hopefully this would work. Nick really didn’t want to have to shoot his little sister’s husband.

A/N: We are almost at the end of Season 4. One more chapter left. And this is a shameless little plug, but today is my birthday. Anyone else have a November birthday?

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[theroleofimagination]

Can't see the FFF getting rid of Diacre anytime soon tbh, they're all so proud because she's their poster woman manager... She's been really self-centered and although she's done good things for the team, she's made some really trash decisions (including taking the Captaincy away from Wendie, who everyone on the pitch still listen to as is she were captain anyways). Wendie is absolutely beloved in France, maybe moreso than any other player bar Henry or LeSommer. So, we'll see what happens :/

Yeah it seems like it's a similar situation with Neville and the FA (not the poster woman bit obv but he was their choice and they're sticking by it unfortunately) - it'll be interesting to see what happens because if she does drop Renard there's going to be a big outcry but you also imagine that this stuff coming out will make nat team camp a bit awkward...

We'll have to wait and see!

[kickassviv]

GK: Hedvig Lindahl (SWEDEN) LB: Magda Eriksson (SWEDEN) CB: Nilla Fischer (SWEDEN) CB: Wendie Renard (FRANCE) RB: Lucy Bronze (ENGLAND) CM: Sara Gjork Gunndarsdottir (ICELAND) CM: Amandine Henry (FRANCE) CM: Pernille Harder (DENMARK, CAPTAIN) LF: Marta (BRAZIL) CF: Ewa Pajor (POLAND) RF: Caroline Graham Hansen (NORWAY) Manager: Martin Sjögren (NORWAY) She named it “we’re going to win everything” I’m just enjoying how her greatest lb will always be Magda

interesting interesting no viv but I’ll forgive her since the euros probably made her have some anger I get it. But like could you imagine if she didn’t name her gf shshsjakak magda would never let it go