#captain sean renard

[mikaela-granger]

Incorrect Quote 1 - Grimm

Fandom: Grimm

Banner courtesy of @cafekitsune

Incorrect quote inspired by a quote from @911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch

Y/N: Stop looking down at me.

Sean: I am taller than you, of course I look down at you.

Wu: Maybe you better put some inches in her than.

Y/N (blushing): Would you stop hitting on me on his behalf?

Sean: I am perfectly capable of ‘hitting on’ Y/N without your help.

Wu: You two are taking forever. I’m trying to speed up the process.

[thekirbishow]

Sean Renard is hot

[sweetandabitspycho]

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x Grimm! Reader

Request; YES

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

Warnings: kinda au, female reader.

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

Masterlist

“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.

[iputthefuninfunky]

merry christmas! I saw some Star Trek TNG memes of these and I thought that the Grimm fandom needed some! 

[bullet-prooflove]

Matthew Keller, Wade Grey, John Nolan, and now Sean Renard?! 😍😍 GIRL, IT’S LIKE YOU’RE IN MY HEAD!!!!

If you do write for Sean, please could I request “keeping you down on your knees”

Thank you!!

Great minds, the two of us! Defo keep prompting for Sean and the others, I love writing them! So this ended up more Eric than Sean but it's Sean adjecent.

There’s blood in your mouth, you can taste the copper on your tongue as you spit burgundy onto the marble tiles beneath your knees. You have no idea where you are, only that you’re kneeling in front of Sean’s sociopathic brother. Your hands are secured behind your back, the steel cuffs digging into the flesh of your wrists, you try to wrench at them again but they hold firm, cold and unrelenting.

“You know, I don’t understand what my brother sees in you.” Eric drawls as he towers above you. He clasps your jaw between his fingers, the leather of his glove kissing your skin as he forces your head up to meet his gaze. “You aren’t even pretty.”

You bare your teeth as his thumb smears blood over the outline of your lips. He pulls his hand away just in time as you try to bite him, cackling as the hand on your shoulder yanks you back.

“Oh you’re spirited, I’ll give you that.” He smiles as he grasps your jaw again, harder this time, the tips of his fingers digging into your flesh. He leans in close, his mouth covering yours. You try to pull away but he holds you in place, biting down hard on your lower lip, the skin split beneath his teeth.

His mouth is bloody when he pulls away, crimson painting skin. His thumb traces over his lower lip, chasing away the stain before he tilts his head, surveying you with a renewed interest.

“Maybe I’ll keep you after all.”

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@kmc1989

[the-hinky-panda]

The Drowning Kind: Part II

Title: The Drowning Kind

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x OFC (written as a reader)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You heard of the Portland Grimm and leave your fundamentalist group of naiads in Vancouver. You just wanted a safe fresh start; you didn't expect to fall in love with a royal hybrid police captain.

There are two things that naiads are experts in: swimming and secrets. 

When you first met Sean Renard, you immediately recognized a fellow secret keeper. Words were used sparsely and with the craft of saying enough but providing no actual information. It was a language that you spoke fluently and his presence soon became the closest thing you ever felt to being home. You didn’t think he felt the same way until you saw the red kayak on the river at ten o’clock at night two days after the close of the case you had offered assistance. 

The late night rendezvous continued for the next two weeks, you floating alongside the boat while conversation flowed, still guarded but slowly unfurling tiny bits of information. You moved from Vancouver for a fresh start. His ancestry was old, traced back hundreds of years from Europe. You were living in a broken down house along the river because that was all you could afford. He was living in a penthouse in Portland. You had taught yourself how to read and write, your village not strong believers in their women being educated. He spoke five languages and had the best education money could buy. 

Slowly, more valuable pieces started to become revealed. His hybrid heritage. Your disfigured hands and feet. His tiring game of playing both ends against the middle to protect the Portland Grimm. Your deep scars of a betrayal from someone you had trusted. He was searching for balance between the two worlds he represented. You were searching for the girl who had dreams and once believed that love was real. 

So you found each other. 

Due to the situation he found himself in, along with a diabolical brother who searched for leverage in every aspect of his life, you understood why this needed to stay a secret. For your protection and everyone else around you, no one could know that you had regained that tiny spark of hope that maybe love wasn’t a myth. You still weren’t convinced of what this was between you two but it was precious enough to protect. And you did, for the first time in a long time, feel truly protected. So you kept the secret. 

“Where are we going?” 

You glance over your shoulder. “What’s the matter, Sean? Don’t you trust me?” 

The smile he gives you is sly, a subtle twist to the side of his mouth. “All I asked is what did you do today. Now you have me on one of the uninhabited islands in the middle of the river. I’m sure you can understand my unease.” 

“I do,” you respond. Trust is hard for both of you after the lives you’ve lived. “It’s worth it, I promise.” 

You found the abandoned fishing shack the same way you find everything, by accident. Growing up along riverbanks and on the edges of lakes in Vancouver, you had more of a need to know the flow of the water and the islands that got in the way of it. You were spending much of your free time learning the same thing here in Portland. That knowledge is what crossed your path with Detectives Burkhart and Griffin. 

A group of college kids who had too much to drink had gone missing after an afternoon of tubing on the river. They unknowingly became prey for some rowdy wendigo and needed to be found ASAP. Burkhart had reached out to the naiad community in the harbor and you had wanted to show your worth to your new community. You didn’t expect to be the one to find them but you did, only one out of the group of seven fell victim to the wendigo. Now, you were the riverway consultant for the Portland PD. 

After your maiming, you were still able to be useful. 

The shack was falling down, abandoned for years. It didn’t take much to patch the small roof or replace the broken board walls. It was meant to be a shelter from the elements, nothing longstanding. There’s no electricity that runs into it so you have to get creative in how to fix it up. Abel and his daughters helped you out by using their fishing boat to bring a futon, small armchair, and a desk. You brought some of your books and candles. You pitched it to them as your retreat but your true intention is to share it with only one other person. 

He takes in the ramshackle little hut with cautious curiosity. “Did you build this?” 

“No, I’m not that talented.” 

You push the door open hesitantly. You had already lit some of the candles, the soft glow flickering off the wooden walls and furniture. It actually looked more inviting than you thought it would. But then you remember the one time you visited his apartment in Portland. The large windows overlooking the city and river. The polished granite counters in the kitchen, the artwork that hung on the walls, and the bottle of wine he was there to pick up. All of it was worth more than anything you had ever seen before in your life. What were you thinking trying to pass this off as something special? 

“I think it’s lovely.” 

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. He’s patronizing you. Making the simple, little naiad believe she had done something magnificent when really he was laughing at you. Words are failing you and you silently stare at your feet until he nudges your shoulder playfully. 

“You going to let me in? Because I really want to investigate something in there.” 

You look around the space wondering what he could be talking about when he picks you up, your arms looping around his neck and your legs wrapping around his waist. You start to ask what it was he wanted to investigate when he takes the opportunity to kiss you. After a long day of not seeing each other, you easily give in to the familiar press of his lips against yours. You hear the door being kicked shut and feel yourself in freefall, stopped when you land on the futon. 

“So,” you ask him from your sprawled position on the blankets, “what exactly did you want to investigate?” 

He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. “I want to see if that futon can hold the both of us.” 

You reach behind your back and untie the crocheted bikini top, tossing it on top of his discarded shirt. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare breasts and suddenly this rehabbed fishing hut doesn’t seem like such a silly secret after all. 

[0ciestiel0]

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

[sasha-roiz]

[redpool]

There's a scene in season 1 episode 10 of Grimm, where Nick and Hank go to confront this guy in a trailer, and he breaks the window to shoot them, but Captain Renard shoots him first and I can't find it, but the reaction I had, bro you'd think I was in love with him or something...

[remtheenlightenedone]

I did like Sasha Roiz as Captain Sean Renard though.

🥵😳

I swear, I am looking respectfully..

[jellysmudge]

I really hate Adalind so much. I had hope for a good redemption arc but oh god………

She is so slay though, and she works rlly well in my style.

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait Series Masterlist

Season One (Completed)

The Long Wait - Sean Renard/Female OC

The Long Wait - Chapter 2

The Long Wait - Chapter 3

The Long Wait - Chapter 4

The Long Wait - Chapter 5

The Long Wait - Chapter 6

The Long Wait - Chapter 7

The Long Wait - Chapter 8

The Long Wait - Chapter 9

The Long Wait - Chapter 10

The Long Wait - Chapter 11

The Long Wait - Chapter 12

The Long Wait - Chapter 13

The Long Wait - Chapter 14

The Long Wait - Chapter 15

The Long Wait - Chapter 16

The Long Wait - Chapter 17

The Long Wait - Chapter 18

The Long Wait - Chapter 19

The Long Wait - Chapter 20

The Long Wait - Chapter 21

The Long Wait - Chapter 22

The Long Wait - Chapter 23

Season Two (Completed)

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 1

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 2

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 3

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 4

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 5

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 6

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 7

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 8

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 9

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 10

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 11

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 12

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 13

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 14

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 15

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 16

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 17

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 18

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 19

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 20

The Long Wait (Season 2) - Chapter 21

Season 3 (Completed)

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 1

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 2

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 3

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 4

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 5

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 6

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 7

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 8

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 9

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 10

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 11

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 12

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 13

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 14

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 15

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 16

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 17

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 18

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 19

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 20

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 21

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 22

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 23

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 24

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 25

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 26

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 27

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 28

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 29

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 30

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 31

The Long Wait (Season 3) - Chapter 32

Season 4 (Updated Daily)

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 1

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 2

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 3

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 4

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 5

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 6

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 7

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 8 Part 1

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 8 Part 2

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 9

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 10

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 11

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 12

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 13

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 14

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 15

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 16

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 17

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 18

The Long Wait (Season 4) - Chapter 19

[bi-bard]

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.

UNREAL UNEARTH - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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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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Warning; fighting, bad writing, light cursing.

I made them ex lovers, it worked better with what I had in mind i hope you don’t mind. I hope you like it. Let me know if you want a part two. Feedback is always appreciated even if you hate it, I can rewrite it. ☺️

Part 2

I stood behind Hank as he explained what happened to the captain only talking when asked a question about the case. It was a Hexenbiests who killed her ex lover after she broke up with her. Hank explained everything but that part. I’m sure he would once they where alone.

I know about the Wesen. I knew about my former lover. The half Zauberbiest prince, who I once called mine. Well before I ghosted him. I wondered if it was all just apart of his “evil plan” as Roe put it.

I felt his green eyes staring a hole through me. I stared blankly at him. I remembered the time where I would blush when he would do that. When he would stare at me with “love” in his eyes. Hank said something to grab his attention again.

I stopped listening a bit ago. I can’t stand to hear the voice I once loved to hear. But now it only angered me.

Once Hank was do we where about to leave when he asked me to say behind. “Is everything alright?” Sean asked looking concerned. I wonder if it was genuine or not. “Of course, sir.” I said coldly. He looked a little hurt with my answer. “You seem,” he started before I interrupted. “Seem what?” I demanded, venom laced with my words, taking him by surprise. “You seem mad at me.” He looked even more confused.

“Why should I be?” I said my anger I couldn’t control. I don’t know if it’s because I am hurt by the fact I could just be a pawn, pissed he tried to hurt everyone, or both. All i know is I have never wanted to hit someone more then now.

“No. And I’m not sure why you would be.” He said getting more annoyed with this conversation. At me. I can’t blame him. This is what I want him to feel. How I feel. I am scared of what he can do, but I’m this moment I don’t care.

Apart of me wants to believe that he does love me, but a big part thinks that he just used me. “Anything else?” I said putting my hands on my hips. His eyes darken in anger. “No. Close the door.” He said, voice laced with so much anger it scared me a little but I didn’t let him know that.

Once I was back at my desk Hank walked to me making sure I was okay. I put on a happy smile before I said my good byes and good nights to everyone and heading home.

I just got dressed from my shower went a knock came from my door. Went I opened it I was shocked. “Captain?” I asked looking at him. He was dressed in a white button up and black jacket instead of his normal fancy suit.

I stood in the door way blocking him from coming in. “What’s wrong damn it?” He started moving closer to me. “You have been giving me the cold shoulder for weeks what’s wrong? Why are you calling me “captain” instead of my names?” He asked angrily I have never seen him so mad before.

“First, nothing is wrong. Second, you are my captain NOTHING else.” I said matching his anger. “Let me in and explain. We where great. Amazing. Now you are giving me the silent treatment for a reason I don’t know.” He said and I did. I shouldn’t have but I did. I let him in.

He closed the door and took a moment to breath before he started talking again. “What happened? What did I do?” He moved closer to me. So close I could kiss or slap him. “You decided it would be a good idea to all most kill my friends. You decided you would use me. YOU decided YOU wouldn’t tell me “hey might sound crazy but I’m half Zauberbiest, OH and a PRINCE!” I screamed. I let it all out. He was shocked and backed up a little but i stepped forward for each step he took backwards.

“You know?” Asked he asked in a small whisper. “NO THANKS TO YOU!” I scream again. “You are made at me for being “cold” but guess what?” I screamed again. “ WHY CARE? Why the fuck do you care, you selfish ass.” I said taken a breath before saying something that I knew I might regret if he didn’t. “did you even love me? It was that a lie?”

He tried to touch me but I backed up. “Of course I do.” He said hurt. “How do I know you aren’t lying. You are pretty damn good at lying.” I said with as much venom I could. “Damn will you just listen.” He said before he did something I never thought he would do. He woges.

I jump back. Trying not to cry and trying my best not to show how scared I really was. I realized how big I just fucked up. He could kill me. Would he even care. He changed back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He keep repeating, “I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you.” He said as if on a loop. He tried to step closer but I backed away I looked down the hall, if I needed to I could run to my room and get my gun.

“Get out please.” I said focusing my voice not to crack. He nodded. But before he left he turned back. “Okay.” Was all he said before leaving.

TIME SKIP

It has been four weeks since Sean and I fought. I have been completely avoiding him. I let Hank or Nick talk to him about the case. I haven’t told them about us, so it has been tricky to avoid him so much. Which he has tried more then once to talk to me.

He has been sweet to me when I wasn’t lucky enough to avoid him. He has sent flowers to my home with notes that I haven’t read. But keep them.

I was laying in the couch when I heard I knock on the door. I opened it only to see Sean with a box of pizza. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said, for a moment. “Can I come in and talk to you. If you want me to leave for good I will. We can still work together but I won’t bug you.” He said with a small smile. I thought about it.

It would be nice to know, plus he will respect my decision. “Okay, only if you are completely honest with me.” I said opening the door all the way. “About everything no lying.” He nodded his head. I sat on the couch as he stood in front of me. The pizza on the coffee table.

After about an hour he explained that his mom and dad had an affair and how him and his mom were hunted by the royals. I wanted to hug him. “I am so sorry I scared you. I never wanted todo that. I know I have done horrible things but I want to be a better man for you.” He said kneeling in front of me.

I rubbed his cheeks and looked into the damn green eyes that I fell for. He smiled softly. “How about we start over? You take me on a date and we start over in a honest relationship?” I asked before he kissed me. “Yes, please. I love you please never forget that.” He said kissed my head. “I’m so sorry I scared you, I’ll never do that again.” He said before adding, “how about we eat pizza and watch that show you are always talking about?”

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I forgot they took Adalind’s damn baby, her going to each house asking for help 😭 this is when I was on her side just a smidge, cause how DARE THEY

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