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green5quirrel · 2 months
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TL;DR: I think Monroe's striking and chiming clocks were underutilized for truly hilarious interruptions when the hour strikes and 5 or so clocks announce it in sync.
I think we've all looked over a very important detail in Nick having stayed over at Monroe's for a time. I feel like I REALLY want someone to explore this in a fanfiction of some sort.
Monroe has several "striking" clocks in his house. A striking clock (or just clock for those who differentiate clocks as striking and timepieces as non-striking) makes sounds every hour, half hour, or can chime every quarter hour depending on the number of mechanisms.
Monroe obviously has a grandfather clock (or grandmother clock as I'm not sure the height of it) thanks to him telling Hap not to touch it. So that is definitely a striking and chime clock. Or has the potential to be as such if it's not silenced. He also has potentially more than one cuckoo clock.
Can you imagine the absolute terror of a person who has never been in a house with more than one striking clock as it hits the hour or half hour for the first time.
Now, ideally Monroe will have silenced most of his clocks. I don't know. I don't have any working clocks. I don't know how most horologists do things at their private homes. If they find the striking nostalgic or welcomed. But let's err on the side that Monroe has been living alone for a long time and actually does find a few chimes and striking nostalgic after growing up with it as his dad seemed to also be into clocks.
Let's layer this with the fact that Nick has very sensitive hearing (though I'm not sure when that happens. I could have my timelines wrong). Despite that, you're just getting to sleep at around 11pm or midnight and for some reason have been oblivious to or accepting of the chimes during the day. Or this is your first night in your friend, Monroe's, house and suddenly the first floor below you erupts in various chimes and tunes.
Can you imagine?!
I'm actually kind of astounded that this was never properly explored in the. In not one scene does any of Monroe's clocks strike despite how long everyone is at his house. I mean, if I had clocks I'd at least appreciate one of them striking.
The point is, I really want to either write or read a fanfiction where either Rosalee or Nick or Hank experiences the sound of an hour in the most unexpected way and grumpily complains to a completely and adorably oblivious Monroe.
(It would also have been a great gag if in the middle of a dramatic conversation it struck the top of the hour and Monroe patiently waits for his clocks to sound off before continuing. And Nick/whoever he's talking to is just like "Seriously dude?" And he's like, "What? ...fine! I'll silence them. Jeez! I didn't ask you to be here anyway, man!")
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fairy-writes · 1 year
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I’m working on a new story (I know it’s like the millionth one) but I know for a fact that no one will read it because it’s a Grimm (NBC) story and no one knows what that is
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rewatching a comfort show, 2 bad the fandoms mostly dead and no one 2 talk about it with :')
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acecluckart · 30 days
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Humanity overcame the beast...
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madhare0512 · 1 year
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Incorrect Chaos Crew
Nick B.: We need to distract these guys
Monroe: Leave it to me
Monroe: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Buck, Josh, and Will: Immediately begin arguing
Connor, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.
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Monroe from Grimm is one of the few characters that I have a crush on
And no one every writes fanfic for him! Or for other similar characters. I don’t know why but somehow tall hairy softie with a soft tummy, strength, and protective tendencies who lives in cardigans and sweater vests is not a popular fanfic choice
I have no idea how, he is the most attractive character in the show. He’s non threatening and will protect you from anyone, going so far as to almost kill for you.
How is that not attractive?
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minttey · 4 months
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Worlds most pathetic man award goes to
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crack-canon · 1 year
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Have a reverse!AU Wesen!Nick who also look nothing like Nick
Did one stylized shapely drawing and ended up fucking over my sense of art
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Nick returns from a successful practice hunt tracking down Monroe’s red flannel that was washed in Wolfbane
Nick is often mentioned having powerful puppy dog eyes in fanfics so what if he still had them but they’re even more effective. It’s basically a superpower at that point. But it seems rather specific to him
Big round reflective eyes combined with soft cute whimpering as he gently tugs on Monroe’s sleeve makes the clockmaker’s resolve crumple
Monroe always covers Nick’s eyes with his larger hands when he’s dead set on something. Nick’s eyes are ineffective against an angry/disgruntled Monroe or any other pissed opponent
Cons/pros of Puppy Eyes
Cons: Doesn’t work against; Glasses, Contacts, enraged opponents, people that just don’t like him, Hexenbeist, Captain Renard, Hank and Wu sometimes
Dry eyes
Pros: gets his way often with his police mates and Monroe, flashing the Puppy Eyes often causes opponents to freeze temporarily and giving him an opening to run/fight
“Dude, are you sure this was washed in Wolfsbane?! I could easily track it down” “uh yeah, I’m pretty sure! Especially seeing as you struggled to find the treats” “… (small sniff of flannel) use more-“
Nick convinces Monroe to let him keep the flannel since “since it has a hint of Grimm, I could surely use it as an intimidation tactic”
Monroe now notices when an older flannel he thought went missing pops up, neatly folded on his bed and finds another flannel missing whenever Nick comes around
Nick’s training sessions usually revolve around honing his senses or fighting style
Nick’s meant to be superior in strength to Monroe but seeing as Monroe is both bigger, older, and more experienced, the blutbad is easily overtaken
Monroe subtly trains Nick’s sense of smell by hiding Nick’s favourite candy around the house wrapped in cloth that had Wolfsbane on it. Nick has not caught on and just assumed Monroe liked hiding his (Monroe’s) favourite candy from Nick
“Hey Monroe… do you have anymore of those coffee hard candies?”
“Coffee hard candies?? Oh, is that why half my candy dish disappeared?! Cool great! Guess I’ll gotta hide them now so you don’t go stealing em”
He trains Nick’s sense of smell by having him guess the ingredients he uses in dinner
Monroe jokingly at first called Nick a “good puppy” when they trained together but it kinda just became second nature. Nick never said anything about it bothering him
Despite Monroe giving him his book on Blutbads, Nick likes to play dumb. He knows what scenting is but any excuse to be close to Monroe is a good excuse
He just really likes how Monroe smells; woodsy, flowery, like after a rainfall, and just a bit of spice from all the cooking
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When I’m reading Grimm fanfic and Monroe gets referred to as Eddie:
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green5quirrel · 3 days
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This post is dedicated to that slow blink Monroe does when he's looking at someone he loves/admires (like a fucking cat does...)
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fairy-writes · 4 months
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Please could I order a large Cappuccino with Monro from Grimm 💙💙
BE THERE FOR HIM
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Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Prompt: A hurt/comfort imagine with Monroe from NBC Grimm
Word Count: 1.2k
Fandom(s): NBC Grimm
Pairing(s): Monroe x Reader
Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH,
Notes: I am giving Monroe and Rosalee’s triplets names in this because idk what their names are (if they even have any) in the show
YES, I KNOW I WENT OVER THE WORD COUNT I SET
DON’T COUNT ON IT HAPPENING EVERY TIME
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You got the call at three in the morning. 
The ringing woke you up from a rather pleasant dream, and you slapped your hand on your phone in an attempt to bring it closer to you. It slips off your bedside table, and the crash is what officially wakes you up. You squint at the call screen and answer it. 
“This had better be good, Monroe.” You say sleepily, rubbing at your eyes as you disconnect your phone from its charger and roll over in bed. 
It’s silent except for a sniffle.
That was your first clue that something was terribly wrong. 
You are alert in an instant. 
“Roe? What’s wrong?” You say and sit up in bed. It was too early for him to be awake. Weren’t you just nagging him that he needed all the sleep he could get before the triplets came?
“She’s gone.” He whimpers over the phone, and you feel your heart stop. 
There was a multitude of people that could mean. But if he was this distressed…
“Monroe, what happened.” You cradle the phone between your shoulder and ear as you rifle through your closet for clothes and shoes. You end up just putting on yesterday’s clothes, and by the time you are on your way out to the car, Monroe has dissolved into tears. He’s making incoherent sounds, and all you can gather are the words “labor,” “complications,” and “bleeding.”
None of which sound good. 
Eventually, you get out of him where he is and speed all the way to Providence Portland Medical Center. Literally, your foot is pedal to the metal the entire way, and you’re pretty sure you run at least half a dozen stoplights.
But it was three-thirty AM on a Tuesday. You weren’t too worried about hitting anyone. All that mattered was getting to Monroe. Somewhere along the way, he hangs up. 
You do a horrible job at parking and all but run inside, barking out Monroe and Rosalee’s name to the receptionist at the desk. She hurriedly gives you a room number, and you’re sprinting up the stairs, taking two at a time in your haste to get to the room. 
Nick is in the hallway outside and spots you before you spot him. He is about as half-dressed as you and looks just as stressed. He runs a hand through his hair and meets you halfway down the hall. 
“What… happened...” You huff, hands on your knees, as you try to catch your breath. 
“It isn’t good—” He gets cut off by the hospital door opening, and Monroe steps out. 
He looks awful… Dark bags under his red-rimmed and puffy eyes, shirt rumpled, and you spy dried blood on his hands from where he had been supposedly clenching his fists. He sees you, and you’re all but yanked off your feet and into a hug as he dissolves into tears again. He’s taller than you, but he seems oh so small as he clings tightly to your shoulders. Wrapping your arms around his broad back, you rub up and down as you try to help calm your best friend. 
Now isn’t the time for answers. 
But you get them anyway as a body covered in a white sheet is rolled out of the hospital room and down the opposite hallway.
Oh no…
“Did Rosalee—”
“She went into labor late last night. She didn’t make it.” He says, and you hate how his voice sounds. It sounds torn, as if all the emotion in the world is poured into his words. He had always been an emotional man. It was something you admired about him. The fact that he could wear his heart on his sleeve. 
Now wasn’t the time for reminiscing. 
You whisper what you hope are words of encouragement in his ear as he cries. Nick steps away to make some phone calls, probably to Adalind or Hank. Monroe stands there, hugging you so tightly it almost hurts, for what seems like hours, but in reality is likely only minutes. 
Eventually, the doctor comes out of a room down the hall and approaches you all. 
“Mr. Monroe?” He says gently, and Monroe jumps in your arms before pulling away to face the man. 
“Yes?” He says, voice cracking in the middle. 
“Would you like to see the triplets?” He asked, and Monroe paused before wiping his nose on a handkerchief and nodding. His hand clutches yours, and you can’t bring yourself to make him let go. So you follow. There was only so much you could do in this situation other than just be there for him. 
Given it’s so early in the morning, the neonatal unit is quiet. There’s the odd sound of a baby crying, but overall, most of them are sleeping. You squeeze Monroe’s hand, and he squeezes back as the doctor instructs you to wait outside and look in through the glass as he shows you Monroe’s children. 
They’re tiny, pink little things swaddled in white blankets. Two pink hats, one blue hat. Two girls and a boy? 
They were precious. 
“What are their names?” You ask softly, and Monroe jumps, fingers tensing where they had been resting against the glass. His eyes had been locked on the three little cribs that held what was left of his wife. You were delighted to see the beginnings of a smile on his lips.
“We—we decided on George for the boy. After her dad.” He said, and you smile, they were ever the nostalgic couple. 
“And the two girls?” 
“Marie, after Nick’s Aunt Marie. We felt it was appropriate, given what Nick has done for us. And Winifred after Freddy. Rosalee said—” He scrubbed a hand down his face with his free one, “Rosalee said she always liked the name.”
You squeeze his hand again and lean your head on his shoulder. 
“They’re wonderful names. You guys did a good job.” You say, and he barks out a harsh laugh. 
“I did barely anything. Rosalee was—”
“Don’t do that to yourself.” You say gently and pull him into another hug. He gets snot on your sweater, but that’s the least of your worries. 
“You are going to be a wonderful dad. You already did so much for Rosalee while she was pregnant. Playing the cello at odd hours of the night when she couldn’t sleep? The absolute batshit crazy food runs she’d send you on? The—”
“Alright, alright, I get it!” He says, chuckling an actual happy laugh this time. Well… as happy as he could be at this point in time. He holds you close, and you rock him back and forth as the babies begin to wake up and cry for their mother. 
There wasn’t much you could do right now.
But you could be there for him and his new kids. 
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booknerdinglasses · 1 year
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Monroe and Rosalee are life 💜💜💜💜
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madhare0512 · 1 year
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Incorrect Chaos Crew
Nick B.: Screams
Monroe: Screams louder to assert dominance
Buck: Should we do something?!
Josh, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.
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Oh my god the dinner with Monroe is so awkward these nerds are so smug thinking they got away with it
And yet the first time they slightly screw up Nick completely forgets everything
Its literally the meme:
Play Dumb! “Who?” Not that dumb!😂
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wesen-grimmopedia · 4 months
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The Grimm writers were so real for making a wesen whose name directly translates to “bloodbath” and then giving us the softest cardigan wearing, cello playing, vegetarian clockmaker.
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crack-canon · 1 year
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Grimm Reverse AU
Cuz for some reason it doesn’t exist on Ao3
All these Grimm Nickroe fanfics and no Wesen!Nick AU / retired Grimm Monroe
((Long Post))
Anyway ideas
-Monroe was a grimm and still is his solitary self once he fled from his lifestyle. He was forced into his Grimm lifestyle at a young age
-Nick is still a detective but now even Better because he’s a blutbad. Hank and Wu know about Wesen because Nick showed them. Nick ended up woge-ing on a suspect runner because he was enjoying the chase that much. There’s a lot of dog jokes thrown about between the three
-Nick wasn’t really raised with Blutbad traditions of murder or other Wesen so he kinda just stumbles his way through his life without any biology or history history lessons. Aunt Marie was pure human but had enough knowledge about Wesen but never spoke much about it.
-Nick survived his life on pure instinct and intimidation and fighting. A lot of Wesen underestimated Nick due to his size and strange smell
-The start of their relationship is basically the same but this time Nick woges out and just stares at Monroe confused before arresting him while Monroe had a look of recognition
-Monroe was left confused as he was shoved into the back of a police vehicle because- well, he wasn’t dead
-Nick returns to Monroe’s because he wanted to know why he felt compelled to woge
-Nick doesn’t look at Monroe in fear because the man doesn’t know what a Grimm even is or why he should be scared
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- Monroe was once proud to be a Grimm with his family and his girlfriend until Angelina told them they had to murder a family of sheep wesen because of some suspected killing. Monroe knew their kind were docile but went along with it anyway. He was only 16 when he watched his GF slaughter sheep children with no mercy
-After that he fled the state (via driving), found jobs across the states and eventually settled in Portland and into Clockfixing and the like. He likes his routine because it keeps him physically and mentally busy
-After meeting Nick, Monroe now gets dragged to crime scenes and stake outs to help Nick identify marks or smells he describes. Monroe ends up handing over his old tomes that he brought with him to Nick in hopes to stop bothering him. He may or may not have forgotten some were in German
-Nick is friends with Rosalee who sells him medicine prior to meeting Monroe. He had helped the fellow wesen with some detective stuff
-Despite Hank and Wu knowing about Nick’s other side, Juliette didn’t know
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