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[marchtothefuckingsea]

Ace of Clubs: Chapter VI

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Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: Canon violence (if any).

Recap:

"It's okay. I'll be here." He comforted me, his free hand ghosting over my cheekbone. I sighed, finally allowing myself to relax and drift off.

I raised my head, looking around the room with foggy and half lidded eyes. Something felt wrong. After a few moments, I remembered what had happened. My eyes darted over to the side of the bed, and I let myself relax back into the pillows when I saw Renard's sleeping form in the chair. An involuntary sigh of relief left my lungs. 

He stirred with a groan, stretching out his long limbs and eyeing me. "You're awake." He said. "How do you feel?"

"Like I want to go home." I rasped out, my voice hoarse. He reached for something on the table beside him. I realized it was a paper cup of water when he held it up to me. I struggled to prop myself up and retrieve the cup from him at the same time. With a wince, I gave up and reluctantly let him tilt the cup up to my lips. I drank the cool water down quickly, relishing in the soothing feeling it provided for my throat. Once I had emptied the cup, he pulled it away, setting it back down on the table. He folded his hands together in his lap, and I suddenly noticed clothes that didn't look like his folded over the arm of the chair. 

"I don't think that's going to be possible." He told me, picking the clothes up and shifting in his seat. "We can talk about this once you're in your own clothes." He smiled tautly, handing me the bundle of material. I gave him a confused glance as he stood up and made to leave the room. I recognized the baggy turtleneck and jeans as my own.

"You left while I was asleep?" I asked suddenly. I knew I couldn't blame him, but I had trusted him too.

"I did. Nick came to check on you." He said quickly. "I had him stay. I figured you might want clean clothes to leave in." 

"I..Thank you." I smiled at him appreciatively, a bit surprised. He nodded, turning and leaving, shutting the door behind him.

I dressed as quickly as I could, given my injuries. I inhaled sharply as I tugged my shirt on, the movement causing my ribs to shift, and the stitches on my side to pull. It was loose and soft though, and I silently appreciated the thought he had held while selecting what to bring. The material didn't cling to my bruised skin, and it didn't snag on my bandages. The jeans were the comfiest I owned, fitting more like a pair of leggings than actual jeans and making them easier to put on. It was still a painful struggle, but eventually I managed.  I looked around the room for the clothes I had come in, and found nothing. I assumed he had taken them when he went to my apartment.

"What did you mean?" I asked when I exited the room, finding him leaning against the doorframe, his head just about level with the top of it. Seeing me, he began to walk down the hall at a brisk pace and I followed as fast as I could. 

"You know exactly what I meant." He said seriously. 

"I do. I don't see why I can't go back." I argued. I knew exactly why I couldn't, but it wasn't like I had anywhere else to go.

"Don't you? They broke in, and they've obviously been in before without even having to do that, from what Nick has told me. They've been all over your apartment, Ace." He stopped just outside the automatic doors of the hospital. He reached for my back, guiding me away from the traffic by the door. We came to a stop a ways away from the busy entrance. I leaned against the cool concrete wall for support, exhausted. He turned to me, eyeing my hunched frame.

"Fuck." I sighed out in realization. Of course they wouldn't stop just because I had killed a couple of them. They wouldn't stop until I was dead, especially not now that I was becoming a bigger threat to them. "Why can't I just go back?" I mumbled under my breath. I reached up to comb my hand through my hair, but immediately winced and returned it to my side. 

I felt lost and unsure. 

"So I need to move." I half laughed out at the ridiculousness of the situation. "Not like that's going to help at this point, not if I stay in Portland."

"You're not leaving." He said sternly. 

"I can't just keep moving around Portland, it's no use." I gestured with my hands dramatically, ignoring the painful jabs as my body protested. "This is so stupid. I can't believe I thought this would work.." I trailed off, mostly talking to myself now as I stared at the sidewalk. A pained laugh left my throat, halfway turning into a sob.

"Hey. Look at me." He suddenly said, his hands on my shaking shoulders. I looked up at him with a pained expression. "You're not leaving, not if you don't want to. You have people on your side now, and we'll fight for you." He reassured me. 

"I can't ask that of you. This is my problem." I argued.

"Not anymore." His voice and eyes were sincere, stern. I couldn't help but to believe him. I wasn't alone. I didn't have to do this on my own.

I nodded slightly, slowly coming to terms with my situation. I broke eye contact with him, breathing out a sigh I hadn't realized I was holding in. He stepped away, putting a platonic amount of distance between us.

"I need to get back." I started quietly. "I just need to get a few things, I won't be spending the night there or anything." I was quick to reassure him.

"I'm coming with you." He said, leaving no room for argument. I didn't want to either; the idea of going back there alone was daunting. It made anxiety rise in my chest. I may have been through this several times already, but that never made it any easier. Each time the trauma of it had stuck with me, clinging to my brain. It had built up into the night terrors I now suffered from nightly, and the constant anxiety and panic in my throat.

I followed him to his SUV. He walked slower this time, allowing me to walk by his side. I suddenly stumbled, one of my legs giving out. He was quick to react, catching me before I could near the ground. He supported me as I groaned in pain, helping me to continue staggering towards his car. When we neared it, he reached into his pocket for his keys with his free hand and unlocked the car. He helped me into the passenger side, slamming the door shut and rounding the front into the driver's side. I had slumped into the seat, pain overwhelming me. 

"Maybe you should get some rest first." He suggested, eyeing me. I shook my head tiredly, my hand pressed to my ribs, supporting them to ease some of the pain.

"I need to get my things. Then..then I'll find a hotel or something, I guess." I mumbled, leaning my forehead against the cool window.

"I'm not letting you stay alone." He frowned. "We don't know if they've been keeping track of you still. They may jump at the opportunity to finish you off." 

"Well, it's not like I have anywhere else to go. Don't worry." 

"You can stay at my place." He offered. 

"Not happening." 

"It's safe. Secure. I'll be there to keep an eye out." He went on, trying to convince me.

"We've been out on one real date, it's a little early to be moving in with each other." I deadpanned, pulling away from the window and meeting his eyes. He was dead serious.

"Artemis. I'm serious." 

"As am I. No." 

"Look," He said, scrubbing his face. "This is concerning your safety. I care about you." 

"I don't want to intrude like that. I'm not helpless." I frowned.

"I know you're not."

"I'm going to get another apartment, this isn't permanent. I'm just going to stay low until I do."

"Exactly." 

"Good, I'm glad you agr-"

"Then you won't be intruding." I glared at him. The way he stayed serious throughout this entire conversation was infuriating.

His serious look softened though. "I really do care about you Ace. I don't want you getting hurt." His hand reached over to me, covering my own on the armrest.

I caved. "Fine." I agreed begrudgingly. "I'll be out as soon as I can, though." 

He smiled wryly. "I'm sure you will." 

"Did you get my phone?" I suddenly asked as we pulled up to my apartment.

"I did." He said, reaching for it on the dash. He handed it to me and I took it, unbuckling my seatbelt and exiting the car with a wince. I leaned against the side for a moment, steadying myself on my feet. 

"I need to text Nick really quick." I told him. I needed a place to store all my books, and I figured the trailer would be a perfect place. Sean rounded the car to stand by before I looked up from my phone with a nod, tucking it into my pocket. I walked up the stairs, a slight limp to my step, with the captain right behind me. I reached to unlock the door out of habit, and found it was already unlocked. Of course.

"I'll go in first." Renard said firmly, moving to stand in front of me. I didn't argue, backing up a step as he pushed the door open, a hand resting on his gun. I followed behind him, my eyes quickly darting around the room. He gave me a nod before vanishing into the other room to scope it out. He returned a minute later. "It's clear." He said finally. I nodded, still looking around the room and surveying the damage. The look on my face must have said it all, because he stood beside me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I leaned into his touch gratefully.

"Sorry. Right." I mumbled after several heartbeats. I crouched down, tenderly picking up one of my books and looking at it with a broken expression. The pages had been torn out and strewn around the room. I heaved a shaky sigh, gathering the pages and placing them in between what was left of the book. One of my favourites. I stood up slowly, stumbling and grabbing onto the wall for stability. I hissed in pain, the stab wounds in my side burning horribly.

After I recollected myself, I set the book down on the dining table. I collected all the ruined books, along with my binding supplies, and placed them in a backpack. I carefully made my way into my bedroom, pulling clothes out of the dresser and stuffing them into a duffle bag. I suddenly leaned forward, resting my forehead on the tabletop of the dresser and letting out a sigh.

"God," I mumbled under my breath. "I should have never even unpacked." I laughed humorlessly.

"How are you doing?" Renard appeared in the doorway, startling me. I jerked my head up, flinching at action.

"I'm almost done. Sorry about taking so long." I half-smiled apologetically. I blinked hard to clear the water in my eyes, turning away from him and stuffing things in my bag again.

I never usually reacted this way when I had to move on. I'd move and be done with it; simple as that. I never had time to dwell on my lifestyle. Now, though, there were so many more things at risk. Before, I had never understood what I heard about people afraid to risk the people around them. The people they cared about. I had never understood why they would do things against their morals to avoid the people around them from being hurt. I never understood their reasoning because I had never stuck around long enough to form connections with people. Now that I did, it was simultaneously the biggest mistake of my life and the best decision I had made. I never realized how much I had craved something as simple as friendship. 

I didn't want to get them involved with my way of life. I had always been an extremely private person, but it wasn't just that. I didn't want them to put themselves in the line of fire for me. This was my problem, and mine alone. Renard had already gotten involved though, and Nick too. I couldn't afford to risk any of them. 

My vision grew blurry through my tears as I kept blindly stuffing clothes into the bag. 

It would be safest if I just left, safest for all of them, but I was selfish. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not now that I knew what it was like. I don't think I could go back to a life on the run. Not after a taste of this.

I inhaled shakily, the tears that had been gathering in my eyes falling onto my bag. I ignored my ribs' protests, squeezing my eyes shut, attempting to steady my breaths. I couldn't lose this. 

"Artemis." Renard's gentle voice startled me. I looked up. He had crept into the room, and he was now standing halfway between the bed and the door. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." My voice cracked. I clenched my jaw, turning to stuff more things into my now full duffel. I zipped it up forcefully, blinking repeatedly. I started to heave the bag over my shoulder, entirely forgetting about my injuries. I hissed in pain, dropping the bag to the floor and pressing an arm to my side. Renard immediately came to my aid, supporting me and guiding me over to the bed. "I'm fine." I repeated, my voice betraying me once again. 

"Just sit down." He ordered softly. "I think you might've pulled your stitches." 

"I don't know." I said shakily. 

"It's okay." He soothed me, sensing I was talking about more than just the stitches. He sat down beside me and gently placed a hand on my back. "We'll figure this out. For now, you need to rest up and heal." 

"Yeah." I agreed hesitantly. "Yeah, I guess so. Okay." I took as deep of a breath as my ribs would allow me, reining in the hurricane of emotions running through me. I didn't miss how he said 'we' and not 'you'.

[rebelliousstories]

That’s My Sister

Relationship: Sean Renard x Reader, Monroe x Monroe!Reader

Fandom: Grimm

Request: No

Warnings: Brief Strong Language, Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 3,540

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

Summary: Bringing home your significant other for the holidays is always stressful. Even more so when you are a wesen, with another wesen coming, and a Grimm to top it all off!

Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

The spice shop was gorgeous this time of year. Smells of nutmeg, cinnamon, and juniper with just a hint of pine filled the room. Lights strung up along the banners and shelves. There were not enough to distract or take away from the business, but it added just enough of Yuletide cheer to the area.

“Rosalee? Are you in?” Someone called out into the shop. She looked around in wonder as she waited for the person to appear.

“Hey, it’s my favorite Monroe. What can I do for you?” Said Fuchsbau emerged from the back, dressed in a cozy cardigan.

“Don’t let my brother hear you say that,” the Blutbad teased, “but seriously. I’m looking for a gift for my boyfriend and was wondering if maybe I could poke around and see what I could find?” Her timid tone, and now shy demeanor intrigued Rosalee as she watched the woman.

“Oh. Your mysterious boyfriend that we have yet to meet. I’m sure we could find something. Tell me a little bit about him.” Breathing a sigh of relief, the Blutbad relaxed and went back to her usual self.

“Well, he’s super sweet and oddly loaded. Which makes it difficult to buy him a gift because if he wants something, he already has it. I just- I want this to be good because it’s our first Christmas. But he does like tea when he’s not working to wind down. So maybe something to do with that?” Her rambling encouraged the other woman to begin scouring the shelves for something that might peek her interest.

“Is he wesen? Just incase I give him something poisonous.” Rosalee stopped to look at the sister in her shop.

“He’s half zauberbiest, if that helps.” She offered, to which Rosalee confirmed that it did, in fact, help in her search. But all the while the Fuchsbau’s thoughts were racing as she tried to think of anyone who was half zauberbiest. It was not a very common type of wesen, especially if he’s half.

“Aha! This might do the trick,” she pulled something from a shelf in a glass container, “it’s a calming blend. Rose, chamomile, lavender, mint, and green tea. It’s delicious and should help calm him down from stressful days.” The other woman’s face perked up, and she excitedly followed Rosalee to the counter, where she began to dispense an amount to take with her.

“So this boyfriend of yours, are you bringing him to dinner tomorrow night?” Rosalee tried to sound nonchalant, but her curiosity was eating away at her.

“Maybe. We’ve only been dating a few months. I’m just worried about my brother going off on him.” She pulled out her wallet as she continued to speak.

“I mean, the last time I was dating someone, Roe went full Blutbad on the guy and I could never get a date after that. This is the first guy I’ve dated in years, and I really like him. I don’t want to mess that up.” Taking to leaning against the counter and watching the Fuchsbau measure out the tea and square it away, she continued her lament. Rosalee looked up at her future sister-in-law.

“Look, I get it with your brother. He can be a bit intense. But I will keep him on his best behavior. Is that why you don’t want to introduce them?” She asked, ringing up her family discount for the tea.

“Yeah. That last guy, he looked at me like I was a freak after my brother woged at him. Haven’t been able to get over that stare since. And then he told every other wesen at our school to stay away from me and my ‘psycho’ brother. Never wanted to hurt a Hundjäger so badly in my life.” Placing some bills on the counter, she grabbed the package of tea from the woman, who held her hand gently.

“Bring him to dinner tomorrow. Juliette and I will make sure everyone is on their best behavior. There won’t be a repeat of that.” Rosalee reassured the Blutbad in her care. The other wesen nodded, and placed a hand on top of the other.

“I will, Rosalee.” They both smiled, and let each other go. As the female Blutbad left her shop, the Fuchsbau could not help but let her mind wander as she began to clean up a little bit. Did she even have zauberbiest come into the shop? It’s so hard to tell sometimes, let alone if they are half. All at once, Rosalee had a revelation. She knew who it was.

“Oh no.”

Meanwhile, in the precinct Nick watched from his desk as his captain seemed preoccupied with his phone. It was an unusual behavior which is why it drew the young man’s attention.

“What are you staring at so intensely, Nick?” Hank asked from his desk right next to him.

“It’s the captain. He’s been on his phone more and more today.” The detective pointed out.

“Maybe he’s making plans for Christmas dinner tomorrow night. It’s not a crime for him to be on his phone to make plans Nick.” He tried to explain the behavior away, but Burkhardt shook his head.

“See that?” He called attention to a certain quirk of the face. “He’s smiling. There’s no one in his life that he smiles genuinely for anymore. I think he’s got a girlfriend.” Nick said finally in disbelief.

“If anyone needs a good woman to keep him grounded, it’s definitely the captain. Just be happy for once and don’t profile the man.” Griffin shook his head and turned back to his files, prompting his partner to follow suit. But their attention was called away again as the captain’s office door was flung open.

“Where are you going?” Hank asked, watching the man move fast; it was as fast as he would move if they were on a case.

“Oh, I need to go pick up something for someone. You two should go home, and enjoy Christmas Eve with your families. I’ll see you later.” And with that, he was gone. The two detectives sat there, dumbfounded.

“I’ll be damned; the captain has a lady.” Hank muttered to himself, stopping his work for a moment. Checking the time, Nick stretched his back while standing from the chair.

“Alright, you heard the man. Let’s get out of here. Hey, see you at dinner tomorrow night?” Burkhardt asked of his partner. Griffin nodded and followed suit; both men grabbing their jackets from the back of their chairs in order to leave.

“You know it. I’m not one to turn down a free meal.” Hank joked, stepping out into the parking lot of the precinct. The men said their goodbyes and made their ways home.

In the Calvert-Monroe household though, a full blown argument was about to boil over. They had been going at it since the subject was brought up at dinner. It had lasted from the appetizer, all the way to clean up before dessert.

“All I’m saying is that I would like to meet her boyfriend before he comes over. What if he’s a lowen?” Monroe complained, handing washed dishes to his girlfriend.

“Do you honestly think your sister would date a lowen?” Rosalee countered, drying off the plate to stack.

“You’re right. Still,” he continued, “I just don’t want her to date someone that’s just going to break her heart. I mean, all the guys in high school she liked were totally not for her.” The Blutbad paused for a moment, and rested his soapy wet hands against the sink. Setting down the towel, Rosalee wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and cradled his face.

“She really likes this guy, Monroe. Don’t go over board. Besides, he’s not the worst choice for her.” Turning back to the task at hand, it took the man a second too long to process what the Fuchsbau had said.

“Wait, do you know who she’s dating?” Monroe questioned, watching Rosalee’s face take on an air of faux innocence.

“Maybe. Maybe not. She didn’t explicitly tell me who it was. I just worked it out from what little she did tell me.” She began to place her dishes away, but it seemed that Monroe was not yet done.

“Come on, who is it? Who is she dating?” But the woman said nothing.

“Rosalee.” He growled out in a warning tone, to which she finally faced her boyfriend and rested her hands on her hips.

“The only thing I will say, is that you have met him before. That is it. Now, cake?” Rosalee went to retrieve the chocolate cake from the fridge, leaving Monroe there in the kitchen.

“I’m gonna be kept up all night now.” He complained, but followed his girlfriend into the dining room to have dessert.

The next morning, was a morning of rest. Christmas had come, and everyone was preparing for the festivities that would soon come. Sneaking out of her shared bedroom, a Blutbad began to make breakfast for her lover that was still asleep in their bed. It still astounded her that she could even call this place, this bed, this man, her’s.

Vegan sausages were being fried, toast, pancakes, and several smaller side dishes covered the counter in the kitchen. It continued to shock her at how far vegan alternatives had come as she put the fake eggs in the pan to scramble. As she cooked, two strong bare arms wrapped around her waist. A kiss was placed to her head from behind as the mystery arms relaxed.

“Good morning. It’s not often that I get breakfast made for me.” The voice grumbled out, still thick with sleep.

“Who says this is for you?” She teased. Making sure that nothing would burn, she turned briefly in the man’s arms to come face to face with him. Sage green eyes gazed lovingly into her own, but shut momentarily as they met for a kiss. Her lips molded to her own, and reluctantly she pulled away from the beautiful shirtless man before her, in favor of ensuring their breakfast would not be wasted.

“It’s almost done. Want to go ahead and start putting food on the table?” One last kiss was pressed to her head, along with a squeeze at her waist, and he was off. Soon, the whole table was littered with food.

“Thank you for making this.” He commented genuinely, holding her hand over the steaming food. Suddenly, she hoped up as if a light bulb went off in her head, and she made her way to the kitchen. When she came out yet again, a mug was in her hands this time around.

“What is that?” Came his question, taking the mug and maneuvering it next to his other cup of coffee.

“It’s one of your Christmas presents. Try it.” Sitting down, she watched with bated breath as he brought the mug to his lips, and took a tentative sip. His face lit up and he eagerly took another sip.

“This is delicious. What is it?” Another question, and he was reaching for her hand once more.

“It’s a tea blend from a friend’s shop. I thought it’d be nice to help you wind down after work.” She explained, happy that she was able to get one of two correct.

“This is wonderful. I genuinely appreciate this. Let’s eat though. You went through all this work.” And with that, they dug into the food that littered the table before them. It was not too much longer before they sat themselves on the couch, and enjoyed each others company with presents to either side.

“Here you go.” The man placed a rather heavy wrapped present in her lap, and watched her with eager eyes. She tore into the paper, and leveled her boyfriend with a look as she saw what she had.

“Really, Sean?” Her tone was dry, and she tried to fight the smile coming onto her face. However, with her boyfriend sporting one himself, it was rather hard.

“What? You could always use another book, and I thought you might enjoy the stories.” Said man tried to explain away.

“You gave me a collection of brothers Grimm fairytales!” She exclaimed.

“And you’re not wanting to read them?” He leveled her with another look, which made her shrink down into herself.

“Yes. I’m going to read them.” Muttering under her breath, she placed the book to her side and grasped the other box that was next to her. She placed it in her lover’s lap, and awaited his reaction. Sean gently unwrapped the present, and opened the box that was in his hands. His face dropped in surprise, and his eyes danced over the present he had.

“Do you like it?” Timidly, she inquired. There was no telling what his reaction was going to be. Sean’s hand reached in and pulled out the small object that was awaiting him. It was a ring. Tiny and unassuming, which described his lover but that was not what caught his attention. It was what was on the inside of the ring. An inscription dated September 23rd of that year; their anniversary.

“You don’t like it? It’s fine if you don’t. I just thought maybe you would. I can take it back though if you don’t want it. I’m sure I could at least get store-” she never finished her rambling, because her boyfriend had surged forward and captured her lips in his. They remained locked in their embrace for who knows how long, but she was pushed against the couch in the midst of it. Alas, they pulled away for some much needed oxygen.

“Do you like it?” She repeated her inquiry.

“I love it.” He replied, breathlessly. Helping her back up, Sean allowed her to slip the ring on to his left pinky finger. On the outside, it just looked like a simple silver band, but the fact that he knew that there was that inscription inside made it feel like a known secret. And it was all his.

“This is funny actually.” Sean reached behind him and found the box next to him once more. She was confused as to what he was talking about, and took the box gingerly from his hands. Opening, she let out a small chuckle as to what was inside.

“Now, now, you still have to get my brother on your side.” Once again, she was teasing him. He chuckled as well, but pulled the ring from the box.

“It’s a promise ring.” Sean slipped the ring on to her right ring finger. The emerald in the center, with the silver surrounding it instantly drew her eyes to the sparkling stone.

“This is going to turn some heads at dinner tonight.” Her mind could not help but think about what was going to happen.

“I’ll be right by your side.” Drawing her into his arms, Sean pressed a kiss to her head, and cradled her close.

A few hours later, the couple was dressed up and ready to leave. One last spray of perfume and the jewelry was placed on her body before they left for the evening. Her leg could not stop bouncing as they neared their destination. Sean reached over and held her thigh in hi grasp, which allowed her to calm down just enough. He parked on the side of the road and helped his girlfriend safely exit the car onto the icy sidewalks. They walked up to the door with stained glass, and she took a deep breath.

“You can still back out, you know?” She tried to tell her boyfriend, but he just held her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes.

“I’m not scared by meeting your family. It’s going to be fine.” Sean tried to reassure her.

“Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” And with that, she knocked. Just a moment later, the door opened and revealed a festive looking Fuchsbau.

“You made it!” Rosalee cheered, hugging her boyfriend’s sister close. Letting go, she turned to face the man standing next to her.

“Captain.” She greeted politely, and held out her hand for him to shake.

“Rosalee. It’s good to see you again.” This confused the Blutbad standing between them.

“You know each other?” She wondered aloud. Renard and Rosalee looked at each other.

“I think you’ll find a lot of the people here have met each other at least once.” Rosalee responded cryptically. She pulled them in and out of the cold, before taking their coats to their spare room. The couple wandered through the house and found where the rest of the group was hanging around. She got to watch Sean’s eyes take in her brother’s Christmas decorations that littered the room. The sheer amount of tinsel, lights, and fake snow that was around the house was enough to make even the most Christmasy person take a step back. There was a pause as everyone stopped to stare at the couple.

“You’ve got to be joking.” Monroe stated, setting down his beer. Nick, Juliette, and Hank all turned to face where the Blutbad was staring.

“Captain? Nice to see you?” Nick drawled out confused, and followed his friend’s motion.

“Roe, everyone, this is Sean. But I’m guessing that you all know each other.” She was looking around at the rest of the guests.

“Oh, you’re dying now.” Rounding the corner at an incredible speed, there were shouts as Monroe grabbed the collar of Sean’s more casual sweater she had convinced him to wear instead of his suit. He shoved the zauberbiest against a wall, narrowly missing some decorations as he woged. By this point, Nick and Hank were trying desperately to pull him off of the man, while Juliette and Rosalee were holding and shielding the other Blutbad.

“What are you playing at? What do you want that you feel the need to date my sister?” Monroe growled out, eyes no longer human but red and black and unearthly.

“I am not dating her for a plan. I love her for her.” Sean held up his hands in surrender.

“Roe, let him go.” His sister growled, stepping out from behind the women. The man in question turned his head and let the woge fade back into his skin

“This man is not who he says he is. He’s a royal, little sis. He only told you he loves you to find a way to fit into his plans. Whatever they are.” The longer he spoke, the angrier his sister became.

“I know he’s half-royal, Roe. But that doesn’t mean that Sean doesn’t love me. Now get off of him.” Fully woge out, she grabbed her brother’s arm and threw him back enough to create some distance. The three men that were currently in front of Sean were replaced by one angry Blutbad woman. Her woge disappeared as soon as it came, and she checked in on her boyfriend.

“It’s been lovely seeing everyone, but if this is how it’s going to be, we’ll be leaving.” She said after whispering to Sean for a few moments. It shocked everyone in the room. Rosalee went to reluctantly grab their coats, while everyone else stared at Monroe with pointed glares.

“Wait!” The Blutbad called just before the couple left the party. Sean was helping her into her coat when they paused. He was entirely following her lead on this, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable or unwanted.

“I’m- I’m sorry, okay? You’re my sister and I’m always going to be protective of you. But you are an adult so I need to accept your choice. I’ll tone it down just, please, stay for dinner?” He was keeping his eyes on his sister, who returned with a less believable stare.

“You’re allowed to ask him three questions about our relationship, and three about himself. That’s it.” She replied, allowing Sean to once again, help her out of her coat. Rosalee took it back and happily went to set them on the bed once more. Monroe pulled his sister into a bear hug in the foyer of his home. When they pulled away, Sean stepped up to properly greet the Blutbad.

“You hurt my sister, I’ll break my pledge.” Monroe stared the half zauberbiest dead in the eye as he shook his hand. Renard brought out a smirk, and shook the man’s hand firmly.

“I’m slowly starting to realize the amount of people who will hurt me if I hurt her, including her.” He replied smoothly. The couple were pulled back into the fray easily. Everyone was laughing and eating, and in general, just having a great time. Looking at each other over their glasses of wine, and plates of food, Sean gave her a small wink, and held her hand. With the other, he thumbed a small velvet box the was in the pocket of his slacks. Perhaps next Christmas she would be more than a girlfriend. He needs to get through to her brother first.

[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.

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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.

[frost-queen]

Nick Burkhardt

• Wesenworld ( Daughter!Reader)

• Naiad 

• Start over 

•  Cold as ice 

• Love potion 

• Dangerous world 

• Camera, action, torture 

• Wesen games (Musai!Reader)

• Witch in disguise (ft. Juliette)

Sean Renard

• Obsessed ( ft. Juliette)

[aloneonceagainaspredicted]

Renard: *tries to look composed, looks like there's an entire broomstick stuck up his ass instead*

Juliette: i can't believe i'm gonna sleep with him

Random friend: you don't have to?

Juliette, re-applying lipstick like a woman with a mission: no, i'm gonna

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

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

[fairy-writes]

1300 Follower Event!

Hello! I recently reached 1300 followers and am literally, like… lowkey crying?

I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023! 

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Rules are: 

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (ex: you request a female reader)

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Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

You don’t have to choose an add-on special. Those are just if you want to have some extra fun!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted. 

I will write for the following people:

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[marchtothefuckingsea]

Ace of Clubs: Chapter IIII

Series Masterlist My Masterlist 

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Canon violence (if any).

The Demon came home, and he declared that the air was not clear. 'I smell the flesh of man.

Recap:  When I got out of the car, a strange feeling made my chest tighten, but I ignored it. The feeling only grew as I climbed the stairs to my apartment. I suddenly felt sick. It intensified when I reached the door. I twisted the doorknob to check if it was locked, and the door creaked open.

I took a step back, shock and adrenaline coursing through my veins at the sight in front of me. My entire apartment had been trashed; jars of dried herbs shattered on the floor, furniture and dishes broken and ripped to shreds, the glass of the coffee table had been busted to pieces, bottles of various liquids were now puddles filled with broken glass, and carefully bound ancient books lying open on the floor, their pages ripped out and shredded, scattered around them. A scythe had been painted on the wall with spray paint. I picked carefully through the mess, my hands shaking and my mind racing. The thought that the people who had done this could still be here was the last on my mind as I picked up one of the books, my heart breaking in two. I was suddenly thankful I had only unpacked a handful of them, most of the others - and my favourites - still stacked in boxes under the bed. 

I reached for my phone, and with trembling fingers I dialed Nick's number. He picked up immediately.

"Minx? Everything okay?"

"The reapers.." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"I'm coming over." He hung up, leaving me to stumble around my apartment, still in shock and still trying to process what I had come back to. I couldn't believe it, I was in denial. I couldn't do this, there was no way I could stay here in Portland. What was I even thinking?

I don't know how long I stared at the mess blankly, before Nick came barging in the door, getting my attention. His mouth fell open as he took in the destruction, his face falling. 

"Ace..I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault." I laughed weakly. My new life instantly began to crumble right before my eyes.

"Look. Look at me." Nick said, crossing the room and putting his hands firmly on my shoulders. "This is not the end. I know that's what you're thinking. You're not leaving again, we'll do whatever we have to do to fix this." 

"They're going to find me no matter what, Nick." I argued.

"And we'll protect you no matter what. You're part of the team now, you're family." He pressed. 

"Thank you." I sighed. "I appreciate it." 

"You can't stay here tonight, it's not safe."

"I don't really have anywhere else to go." He sighed in frustration.

"I'd offer you a place, but I'm kind of out of one myself.." He trailer off.

"I'm fine. They're obviously just messing with me at this point, right? If they really wanted to, they would've waited for me and jumped me here or something." He gave me a skeptical glance and I held my hands up in defense. "I don't know!"

"I could have an officer placed outside?" He suggested.

"One, I'm not part of a murder case or something. I'm pretty sure you can't just do that without a reason. Two, this is wesen, an officer isn't going to help much with that. They don't know anything." 

"I just need the captain to verify it," He started.

"No. Renard is not getting involved in this." I said adamantly.

"Why not? He knows you, he'd have no problem with i-"

"This is grimm business." I cut him off. He sighed in defeat, his forehead furrowed in concern still.

"I'll be fine." I reassured him. "I'm not helpless."

"You know it's not that."

"I know, I know. Don't worry about me! Go get some sleep, you look like you need it." I teased. "Sorry for bothering you."

"If you need anything.."

"Right, right. I'll call you. And look, I did! You can trust me, see? Now go." I ushered him out the door before he paused, opening his mouth to say something. "Yes, and I'll lock the door." 

A smile crossed his face before he turned and walked back down the stairs. I closed the door behind him and leaned against it with a sigh, sliding down to the floor and resting my forehead on my knees.

"Right." I muttered after a moment, rising to my feet with a sigh. I looked around the room warily before grabbing one of the chairs at the dining table and dragging it with me to my bedroom. I braced it against the doorknob and twisted the lock on it shut. I fell onto the bed with a huff, staring up at the ceiling. I knew I would not be getting any sleep tonight.

I must have passed out at some point, because I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. Something had been pounding furiously at the door in my dream, while jars busted into shards for no reason, books tore themselves apart and furniture crumbled to the floor in heaps.

I jumped when my phone rang.

"Nick?"

"Yeah. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Good." I lied. "What's up?"

"That's good, I think we're going to need your help on this case today."

"I should really be getting paid as a detective at this point." I joked. He scoffed lighthearted.

"Do you know of a wesen that's..like a microwave?"

"Like a microwave?" I repeated in disbelief and on the verge of laughter. "What?"

"I don't know how else to explain it. The victim was cooked from the inside out."

"Woah. That's pretty badass." There was a moment of silence before I heard a faint huff of laughter at my joke.

"Listen, this is serious." He said half somberly. "They were charred." 

"Where at?"

"Their whole body??" 

"No, I mean where were they burned at?"

"Oh. The victim was found in her home."

"Huh." I scanned my memory for anything I could remember reading about. Something suddenly appeared in my mind, though I had not read about it. My father had told me about it many times, but they were believed to be creatures of actual myth. Non-existent or, if they did exist at some point, they did not exist now. 

"Do you know where she was before?" I asked, turning my phone on speaker and setting it on the nightstand as I threw a shirt on. 

"Yeah. She had a camera, and was filming around Mount Hood. She took some rocks from around a fumarole and someone came charging at her. I think she pepper sprayed him, but we can't be sure." 

"How did- wait nevermind, can I just come to the scene?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I'll meet you there. The body's been picked up and everything, but the scene is pretty interesting. You'll definitely want to see it. I'll text you the address."

"Thanks." I pressed the end call button and finished getting dressed. 

"So what's so interesting about this case?" I called over to Nick as he exited his own car. A black SUV pulled up moments later, Renard stepping out and tucking his phone into his pocket. "Where's Hank?" I asked.

"On vacation." Renard replied, giving me a nod in greeting. 

"The weirdest part about this wasn't that state of the vic's body, surprisingly enough. The house is scorched." Nick stated.

I glanced around. "Doesn't look like it to me."

"Right? But look inside." He continued as we climbed the stairs. He opened the door and I followed behind him. I looked around curiously at the scene of the crime.

"I've never seen anything like this." I said in shock.

"Neither have we. We were hoping you might know of it." Renard said. I took my time looking around, noting the plastic bags on the countertop that had been melted from the heat. The scorch marks didn't look like they were from any normal fire; burnt splotches about the size of a person were seared into the wall randomly. A thought suddenly popped into my mind.

"Wait..you said the victim went to a femoral vent?"I asked. Nick nodded. "At Mount Hood, which is technically a volcano." He nodded again. I  turned back to the burnt wall, brushing my fingers carefully across the ashy surface. "I didn't think they were real.." I murmured, mostly to myself.

"What?" 

"Volcanalis." I said, louder this time, and glancing back at Renard. 

"What?" He echoed Nick. "That's not possible."

"What are you two talking about?" Nick interjected. 

"I don't think it's technically wesen but.." I glanced at the police captain for confirmation of my statement. He seemed to know what I was talking about.

"No, you're right." He confirmed. 

"Did she take anything from the mountain?"

"We couldn't find anything, but from the video, it looks like she took some sort of rock from around the vent." Nick answered. 

"That would explain it." I muttered under my breath, turning back to the scene and taking a final look around. 

"Earthquake?" I suddenly asked. 

Nick just shrugged. "Seems like it, but no one else in the area can recall feeling it."

"Huh." My eyes trailed over the scene, trying to piece together what happened. I heard a pair of footsteps leave the room, so I trailed off to another part of the house. The rest of it didn't look so bad. It looked like most of the damage had been in the kitchen. I was studying the rock fragments on the countertop, which were unlike anything I had seen before.

"What do you think?" I was startled by a voice close behind me. I drew back, pressing myself against the countertop to put more room between us. It was Renard, I realized.

"I- I'm not sure." I said uncertainly. "I thought these things didn't exist. My father used to tell me stories about them, but he even said they weren't real. I've never seen anything like this, but it's the only thing I can think of." 

"You were close with your father?" He questioned, abruptly going off topic.

"Yeah, you could say that. My mother died not long after I was born, killed herself because of postpartum depression, is what my dad said. It feels like my fault at times." I admitted. He placed a hand on my shoulder in reassurance. 

"I'm sure it's not." He said softly. I withdrew, suddenly embarrassed.

"Sorry. That was a bit heavy." I laughed awkwardly, trying to ease the tension I felt.

"Don't be. I'm glad you trust me with that." He reassured me, patting my shoulder before turning away. 

"So what do you think? You're the cop." I asked him, trying to return to the case. 

"I think you're right, but we need to find some other information." He said. 

"I looked before I came down here, I don't have anything in my books. Nick!" I suddenly called. 

"Yeah?" He answered from the other end of the house. I heard his footsteps before he appeared in the doorway. "Think you could look for something in those books of yours?"

"What is it?"

"The volcanalis. It's a lava looking creature. You'd know it if you saw it."

"Sure, I can try. Is that what you're thinking did this?"

Sean shared a quick glance with me before replying. "Yeah, we think so."

"I'm not sure if you'll find it," I added. "It's sort of a myth, even in the wesen world, but it's worth a try. I've already gone through my books and I couldn't find anything."

"It won't hurt to try."

"Thanks." I smiled at him. He turned away, heading out to his own car and pulling his phone out. I turned to Sean standing beside me, giving him a small smile before turning to make my way out of the room. 

"Wait." He said suddenly. I paused, spinning on my heel to face him and leaning against the doorframe. I heard Nick's car start up and drive off into the distance. I surprisingly felt at ease with the tall, stoic zauberbiest standing in front of me. I met his gaze, questioning.

"Do you..want to go to a cafe for coffee? I know a good place not too far from here." He inquired hesitantly.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Right now?" I was unsure how to reply; he had caught me off guard.

"Unless you have something else you need to-"

"No. Of course." I offered him a small smile.

His lips quirked up in a smile. "Good." He brushed my shoulder as he walked past, turning back to see if I followed. I broke off as we stepped on the sidewalk to go to my own car.

"You can ride with me." He offered. "I'll bring you back after."

"You sure?" I asked, not wanting him to have to go out of his way.

"I'm sure." He reassured me.

He held the door open for me as we walked into a high-class looking cafe. I silently cursed at him for picking such a nice cafe, feeling incredibly out of place in my every day clothes. 

As we sat down in a booth by the window, I nervously glanced around. I'd be lying like the devil if I said the events from the past couple of weeks hadn't shaken my nerves. More than that, it had worked its way into my already terrible nightmares. 

"What's wrong?" Renard asked, noticing my distress. 

"Nothing." I lied weakly. I was aware from the frown on his face, that he knew I was lying, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I didn't want to worry him. We hadn't known-actually known-each other for very long, but there was an undeniable trust between us. A bond that only comes from having to trust your enemy. 

"How have you been settling in?" He changed the subject.

"Pretty good. It's been hard, getting used to not being on the move and all, y'know? But it's something I could get used to." He nodded. "I haven't been able to..to do something like this in a long time. Getting acquainted to people, things like that, I mean." 

"What's the longest you've stayed somewhere?"

"Since I've been on the move?" I asked. "A couple weeks, maybe three, at best. At the beginning I tried, multiple times, and I managed to stay at one place for a couple months before they caught up with me."

"Who?" I grimaced. I knew he was going to ask more about them eventually. 

"Can I take your order?" We were both startled when a waitress appeared at the side of the table.

"Just the regular, thanks." He said briskly, leaning back. I hadn't realized we had been leaning across the table to each other, in our own little bubble.

She looked to me, waiting with a polite smile on her face. My eyes nervously darted to Renard's.

"I'll take the same, I guess." I answered uncertainly. She nodded, scribbling something on her notepad before walking off. 

"I hope you like black coffee." An amused smile appeared on his face. 

"I'll take it either way. It's just energy to me at this point." I half joked. 

She was back a couple of minutes later, two paper cups in her hands. She set them both on the table with a polite smile. 

I reached for mine, taking a tentative sip. I grimaced at the strong, bitter flavour.

"Too strong?" He asked me in amusement, while taking a long sip from his own coffee.

"I usually take mine this strong, just not without sugar." I made a face in disgust, reaching for the sugar packets. He huffed.

"So," He started, suddenly serious. "Who are these people?"

I sighed. "There's a lot of groups after me Sean, I don't know."

"You said there was one that seemed to keep tabs on you." He pried. 

"You've heard of the reapers, right?" He nodded, taking another sip from his coffee. I stirred mine, preparing to continue. "Yeah, them." I said finally, not really wanting to elaborate. I was afraid I would be unable to lie to him any longer if I continued.

"Have they tracked you here yet?" 

"Not that I know of." I internally cringed at the blatant lie. "I did everything I could to cover my tracks. Changed phones, changed cars, everything." 

"Good." He was cut off by a ringtone. 

"I have to take this." He sighed. He pulled his phone out, quickly glancing at the screen before answering it. "Yeah? Alright. I'll be right there." He hung up, giving me an apologetic smile.

"Duty calls?" I asked, moving to stand up as I noticed him reaching for his coat. 

"Yes, I apologize." He said, leaving a twenty dollar bill on the table. 

"I can pay." I protested.

"My treat." He said decisively, shrugging his coat on and grabbing his unfinished cup of coffee. I picked mine up as well, following him out the door of the cafe. 

"That was nice." I said as we pulled up to my car. "Thank you. I don't think we've really sat down like that since we've met." 

"We should do it again sometime. If you'd like?" He offered, leaving it up to me.

"Definitely." I smiled at him. "My treat next time." He nodded, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile.

"Next week?" 

"Sounds good." I agreed, opening the car door to leave.

"Stay safe." He added seriously. 

"I will." 

"Captain." Nick called as the police captain walked into the precinct, falling into step beside him. "I need to talk to you."

"Of course." He said, entering his office with the detective right behind him. He turned to face him, leaning back on the desk. "What is it?"

"It's Ace." Nick said after some hesitation. He looked at the grimm quizzically, urging him to continue. "Did they tell you about the reapers?"

"Yes, they did. They said they had it under control. The reapers haven't followed them here to their knowledge. Why?"

Nick grimaced. "The reapers broke into their apartment the other night. Trashed the place." Renard suddenly leaned forward, his heart stopping in his chest.  "Look, I know this isn't any of my business." Nick fretted. "They didn't want me to tell you. I shouldn't be getting involved but I'm worried about them-"

"They just told me they were fine today," Renard paced, before suddenly grabbing his phone. "Thank you." He said dismissively. The detective took the hint, leaving the room with a last worried glance.

"If you need me-" He called on his way out.

"I'll call. Go ahead and go home." He insisted. The door slammed shut as the captain hastily dialed the other grimm's number into his phone. They didn't pick up. He swore under his breath, redialing their number as he patted his hip, checking for his gun. He slammed the door of his office shut behind him, striding down the hall at a brisk pace. He continued to redial their number until he reached his car. He paused, his hand on the ignition, waiting for the last ring before he appeared on their doorstep looking like an idiot. 

His call went to voicemail again.

[rebelliousstories]

For His Sake

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

Fandom: Grimm

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Violence and Blood

Word Count: 3,543

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s all going?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. Yours?” She replied politely.

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

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

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

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

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

“A Grimm and zauberbiest?”

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

“Sean.” There was a pause.

“What?” She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” She tried again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. I did.” Finally, Sean stated.

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

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

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OC Burkhardt Sister

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.

*banners courtesy of @cafekitsune

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.

[metataxy]

Remember Khloe, the Musae in like S2?  What if Nick DID sleep with her?  And what if she was pregnant when Renard ran her out of town?

I can just imagine her having a girl.  Fast-forward 12 years, and that girl turns out to a Grimm--she’s an early bloomer like her grandma Kelly Burkhardt.  Khloe wouldn’t actually care that her daughter’s a Grimm, except half her lovers are wesen, and most of THEM certainly do care.  It takes all her enchantment to convince them not to behead her daughter, and detracts from the energy she can put into inspiring her would-be artists.  Clearly, this situation isn’t sustainable.  So she ships the girl off to live with her father.  

The girl herself had, up until this point, no idea who her father was, much less that he was a Grimm.  Khloe expected her to be a Musae--she expected to be a Musae--so the fact that she had a father was pretty insignificant, right up until her eyes began turning rim-to-rim black.  Her Mom ships her to Portland with a friend, since Renard still prohibits Musae from crossing into his Principality under pain of death, and she gets dropped unceremoniously on Nick and Juliette’s doorstep (bc Nick/Juliette, sue me).

Nothing too exciting happens after that.  

Juliette’s nonchalant about the new addition to their household, because by this point, she’s basically spent ten years cooperatively parenting Kelly Schade-Burkhardt with Adalind Schade.  The worst she does is jibe Nick as to when she can expect to learn about the rest of his love-children.  Also, if some of the local wesen were displeased to hear about Blutbud/Fuchsbau babies, they (and not a few Grimm), were even more alarmed at the prospect of Grimm/Hexenbiest children.  Since for safety reasons, neither Juliette nor Adalind could get a regular babysitter for their kids, the whole lot of them (and the Monroe/Calvert kids, because why not) grow up between their houses.  

Beyond all this, the rituals that changed Juliette into a Hexenbiest bind her close to Adalind as a sister.  She shares the Schade family magic, and she even shares some genetics with Adalind--enough to be flagged as a cousin.  Hexenbiest always raise their children with close female relatives.  As far as Diana is concerned, Juliette’s daughters are her sisters.

Sean Renard also ends up babysitting.  Partly, this is because he wants to be close to his daughter and heir, and Diana and her pseudo-siblings come as a package-deal.  But it’s also because he can see the benefits of cultivating familial loyalty to himself and his daughter among a pack of baby Grimm and Hexenbiest.  And, he supposes, the Monroe/Calvert children aren’t an unwise investment either.  Their parents certainly proved their worth many times over in a thousand small demonstrations of skill and good sense.

The only person who ends up slightly annoyed with the whole arrangement is Nick’s son Kelly.  He’s pissed because, like his father, he doesn’t Grimm up until well past the point anyone expected it to happen--long after his father and Juliette’s kids Grimm up or woge.  Poor dude.

[anotherimaginescollection]

The man advanced on you slowly. Despite your obvious fear you were trying to be brave in the face of the bank robbers, knowing that there were too many civilians there. And yet, these guys were wearing animal masks that were far too realistic for your liking.

The guy tilted his head, let out a low rumbling roar.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Before anything else happened a shot rang out in the hall. You felt the space in front of you clear. Herd the sound of something crashing to the floor.

Slowly you opened your eyes, and in an instant your vision was filled with the familiar figure of Sean Renard.

You let out a deep exhale and hugged him tightly.

‘It’s all right,’ he assured you softly, awkwardly hugging you back. ‘You’re safe.’ And you weren’t sure who he was trying to reassure, but you didn’t care, because he was there, as he had promised he would be when you needed help.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners; I just found them on Google (added the links here and here).

[supergirl000983]

Imagine: Your Brother Nick screaming when you get killed by Zerstörer

Y/N was fighting with her husband, brother, and best friends against Zerstörer. “Listen you Voldemort wannabe bitch! I have had a shit week, and in the wise words of JAY-Z: I got 99 problems...and right now you are number 1.”Y/N said as she aimed her gun at his head. Right as she went to pull the trigger she was hit with a surge of energy causing her to crash into her truck. “...son of a bitch...that hurt...” she said as she laid there contemplating her life choices. She then looked up to see her step-daughter looking at her. “Don’t hurt him.” Diana said as she started to choke Y/N. “Diana...Stop...please.” Y/N said while clawing at her throat. Diana let her go, but when Y/N got up she was staked in the stomach. “NO!!!” Nick shouted running to his sister “No no no no...stay with me Y/N. Stay with me. Hey sis look at me ok? You’re not gonna die.” Nick said to her “I am. Tell S-Se-Sean I love him so much. Tell Diana I forgive he-her. Tell Adalind, Rosalee, and Monroe they were the greatest best friends I could have asked for. Tell T I love her and that I’m proud of her. Nick you’re the best big brother I could ask for...marry Addie ok?”Y/N said as she took her final breath Nick dropped next to his sister and pulled her into his lap. To him it wasn’t fair that his baby sister was dead. He looked at Sean as he walked up to them, he had tears in his eyes as he looked at his dead love. He bent down and pulled her body to him as Nick stood up.

Note: This freaking broke me not only writing but also when creating the video

[xreaderstories]

Sean Renard || Trust (Black Claw & H.W)

Y/N's P.o.V "What do you want me to say? Yes Meisner I fucked up. I shouldn't have trusted Sean, he was using me for information on what we were doing at HW. I'm sorry but I loved him, I love him," I shout at Meisner with tears rolling down my cheeks. "Then it's your job to stop him. Fix this, or don't bother coming back here," he calmly responds. "Don't you think you're being a little harsh? She's just found out that her boyfriend is working with Black Claw and your response is what? She can either go against him or get out?" Nick questions. "She's lucky there's hasn't been more damage. Or there would be a lot more bodies on her hands, and then it wouldn't be me stood here," Meisner responds as he looks directly at me. "Are you forgetting who she is? What she is? We need her on our side, especially when we have no idea what Black Claw have planned. You get rid of her now and we lose one of our advantages over them," Nick responds as he glances at me and then looks back at Meisner. "And what happens when she comes across Sean in the field? What we just let him go? No he is dangerous. Y/N you have to choose a side," Meisner says. "If you want me to go, then just say so Meisner because I'm done with this." Meisner looks at me, "Y/N, I don't want you gone. We have a great advantage with you and Eve on our side. But you created this mess, you chose to trust him. You can fix this mess. This situation needs to be rectified. Sean Renard must be killed before more bodies start piling up," he says. "Well then Meisner we have a problem. You don't want me to leave, but you want me to kill the love of my life? We all know that's not going to happen. I'm sorry. Tell Eve and Trubel that I wish them the best of luck and to keep safe. But if any of you try to hurt a hair on Sean's head then I'll kill you myself, Sean, Black Claw will be the least of your worries," I say as I pick up my bag and walk out of HW headquarters, get in my car and drive to the precinct to keep an eye on Sean and to make sure that none of them try anything. From this point on... I'll be with Sean everywhere he goes.