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rebelliousstories · 16 days

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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

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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.

#rebelliousstories #writing #grimm imagine #grimm #hank griffin grimm #hank griffin #monroe x reader #monroe grimm #nick burkhardt x reader #nick burkhardt #nick burkhardt imagine #sean renard imagine #sean renard #sean renard x reader #juliette silverton #rosalee calvert

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drjohndisco · 10 months

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The best (and funniest) way of interpreting the grimm gang is by imagining that they're in a polycule.

#grimm #juliette x hank x nick x monroe x rosalee x wu #adalind's with meisner and sean's...doing fuck all somewhere else?#ramblings*

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wikariusz · 2 years

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Hello 👋,you can call me Leo. I will write for characters from Grimm series

Characters

-Adalind Schade

-Nick Burkhardt

-Juliett Silverton

-Monroe

-Rosalee Calvert

-Sean Renard

Fell free to request something👍

#nick burkhardt #adalind schade #monroe grimm #rosalee calvert #juliette silverton #Nick burkhardt x reader #adalind schade x reader #Juliette Silverton x reader #Monroe x reader #rosalee calvert x reader

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dorkofclanlavellan · 1 year

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Grimm Masterlist

Alexander

Nick Burkhardt

Mesiner

Monroe

Monroe/Rosalee poly

Theresa ‘Trubel’ Rubel

#grimm #alexander wesen council #nick burkhardt x reader #meisner x reader #monroe x reader #Monroe x rosalee x reader #trubel x reader

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skylarmoon71 · 1 year

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Alexander (Grimm) Chapter 9

“How did you find me?”

Alexander jumped into the car with you. When they exited the building, there were a number of bodies around. All possibly wesen. What was left of those still trying to bring up the failed revolution that was Black Claw.

“Nick told me what you were doing. He said you were trying to rebuild the council. Make it better, different than before.”

“Although the methods of the past were often barbaric, some of those traditions kept us safe for centuries. I didn’t always agree with De Groot’s choices. Going after Nick was foolish, that’s why I’ve decided to form an alliance with Burkhardt.”

“That’s why I came.”

Your eyes were focused on the road as you drove.

“Nick couldn’t make the trip here, so I jumped on the first plane I could get. I really didn’t think I’d make it in time.” Your hands gripped the steering wheel, something Alexander took notice of.

“You killed them all.”

He knew first hand that Grimms were a force to be reckoned with, but the way you moved, it was like muscle memory. Nick was a cop, so naturally he was skilled. But you were a doctor. Yet your combat skills in that moment were far greater than half the assassins De Groot often recruited in the past.

“I needed to send a message. This wasn’t the first stop I made. I have a friend dealing with the same issue in Germany. We’ve cleared most of the other places. In a matter of weeks, they’ll give up the fight. Black Claw is dead, and it’s going to stay that way.”

There was no doubt in the words you spoke. Alexander’s gaze shifted back to the road.

“Are you returning to Portland now?”

You shook your head.

“I haven’t slept much in the last two days. I’ve booked a place a few miles from here for us. I’m going to stick around for the next few days just to make sure no one gets any stupid ideas, then I’m heading back.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I don’t remember asking your opinion. It wasn’t a request.”

“You’re still as tenacious as I recall.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You made a turn, and Alexander couldn’t stop the smile.

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“Het spijt me, we hebben maar een kamer beschikbaar. O-Only one room.”

The frown on your face makes the woman at the desk very anxious.

“I booked two rooms, Twee Kamers!”

She looked frantic.

“We’ll take the room.” Alexander said. She typed on the computer, handing him the key.

“Thank you.”

She nods repeatedly, and you glare until she’s out of sight. Alexander laughs.

“If you torment the locals, the least of our problems will be hits from wesen fanatics.” You just heave the bag higher on your shoulder.

“Whatever.”

You’re both heading for the room number, and when you get there, Alexander swipes the keycard. It unlocks, and he steps aside.

“After you.”

You enter, flicking on the lights. You had to admit. It was a very nice room. The most glaring problem you now face is the bed at the center. There is only one. Albeit a king size, but still.

“It seems I’ll be taking the floor. “

You shake your head.

“I’m not heartless, you almost died. I don’t think I’d sleep well knowing you’re on the floor. We can share the bed.” You drop your bag, and Alexander does the same.

“Get cleaned up, I’m going to do a sweep of the place.”

You grab the key card from the desk heading out. He's grateful. If the world did end up burning, he knew who he’d go with.

A few hours later, and you’re both already getting ready for bed. You’re sitting on the chair cleaning your blade, and Alexander just watches you from across the room. His hair is still a little damp, a towel on his shoulder.

“Are you waiting for something?” You don’t look up as you ask the question.

“Do you intend to stay up all night?”

“Nope, I'm just feeling a bit antsy. Figured I’d get some cleaning done.”

“Afraid I’ll take advantage of you.” He’s wearing a stupid little smile on his face. You just roll your eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

With a little chuckle, he takes a seat on the bed. There’s a silence that follows. Your eyes lift for a moment, and Alexander is already looking your way.

“Something else is bothering you.” The statement you make isn’t as confident as he’s used to.

“I think I understand why you’re so efficient as a fighter.”

“Don’t go there Alexander.”

You lower your blade.

“From what I’ve seen, you followed in the footsteps of your parents. You helped kill a vast number of wesen. But the killing must have taken a toll on you, so you shifted to something less suspecting. No one would even think to look for a Grimm in a hospital. Am I wrong?”

He looks so proud of himself, and you drop the blade on the floor. When you reach down, you lift your shirt right over your head. Alexander is a bit speechless at the many tattoos that cover various parts of your torso and shoulder.

“Think you have me all figured out huh. You must be really proud.” This is the first time that your words are actually venomous.

“I wasn’t following in the footsteps of my parents, I barely remember them. When I was a child, some men with pretty significant palm tattoos raided my home and killed both of my parents. “

Alexander can only listen. But with that description, only one organization comes to mind.

“The verrat..” He mutters.

“Bingo. See the royals wanted a pure breed Grimm working for them. When my dad refused to join their corrupted system, they used force. They slaughtered my family and took me from my home. I was only three years old.” Your voice cracks, and now he wishes he’d never brought up the topic.

“I was trained, programmed to do whatever they said. I killed people, so many people…” You look down at your palm.

“They made me into an assassin, their very own weapon. I never thought that I’d ever be anything more than that, but then Kelly found me. She protected me, saved me. She gave me a life. A real one.” Your finger brushes the initials KB on your wrist.

“When I turned nineteen, she helped me change my identity. She moved me across the country to a nice small town in Portland. She showed me that I could be so much more than the killer they trained. Because of her I found my passion. That’s why I save people. No amount of lives that I save will ever make up for the ones I’ve taken. But at least this way..this way I can repay some of the pain that I brought for countless people.” You inhale, shrugging your shoulders.

“Anyway, now you know. So you can stop trying to read me.”

Alexander stands, and you can’t get yourself to look up at him. He kneels right at your side, taking your hands.

“You’re not a weapon. Nor do you owe anything to anyone. You were trying to survive. You were just a child. "

It’s taking everything in your body not to burst into tears right there. Nick was the only one other than Kelly that really knew about your past. That day he told you she was dead, it felt like you'd lost your parents all over again. When you look up at him, your lips quiver.

“I’m a monster...” You lament.

Alexander shakes his head defiantly.

“You are far from it.”

His eyes move to the tattoos on your body. It’s an array of flowers, all kinds. Somehow he knows what they represent. They're all connected by vines. As far as he can see, they stretch all the way to your back.

“Everyone I’ve ever hurt. Each petal represents a life. I got it because I needed the reminder. I didn’t want them to be forgotten.”

“I wish I could erase your pain.”

He wasn’t sure how he could be so wrong about everything. There isn’t much more that he can say that will bring you comfort. He rises, about to release your hand, but you tighten your hold just a little and he stops.

“Can you..hold me? Just for a little while.”

In this very moment, you show so much vulnerability that he isn’t even certain that it’s the same person he’s looking at.

“Of course.”

He doesn’t even need to think about it. You stand from the chair, and you look a little lost. It’s clear that you haven’t made a request like this before from anyone. Your eyes meet, and he opens his hands, urging you closer slowly. You lean into him hesitantly. When his hands wrap around your body, you don’t reciprocate right away. Your response is a bit delayed. But when you do, you bury your face into his chest, hold on tight. Alexander runs a hand over your back with a chuckle.

“Quite the grip you have there.”

You loosened immediately, about to pull away.

“I-I’m sorry I-”

Alexander keeps you close.

“I never said I didn’t like it.”

You relax a little, you chance another look up at him. His hand comes down, brushing your cheek gently.

“A monster..”

It was a stupid thought.

All he saw was a woman who’d been through far too much pain. Something he fully intends to fix.

#alexanderxreader #grimm #wesen #assassins #care #protective #monroe #rosalee #nick burkhardt #nick x adalind #adalind schade #trust #fights #healing #alexander #wesencouncil #blackclaw #portlandpd #findinghope

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azurine-cryptid · 2 years

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watching grimm

immediately gets attached to the werewolf

#monroe is so cute #i love him and rosalee #theyre so adorable #i also see a lot of monrow x nick stuff here when searching for monroe stuff #i can see why #im still on season 2 but by gods this is a good show

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amorinfinito88888 · 2 years

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Como isso vai funcionar?

Primeiramente, Olá, como você está? certamente não muito bem para estar aqui no tumblr fugindo da realidade, não se preocupe, somos duas pessoas fazendo a mesma coisa.

Acredito que devo uma explicação do porque estou aqui, basicamente para resolver a minha vida, sempre fui uma criança criativa, já que era muito sozinha criava realidades paralelas em que tinha tudo o que desejava, essa condição se chama devaneio excessivo. Eu tenho um problema de aprendizado, então minha escrita fica a desejar, pois confundo "v" com "f", "p" com "b", pra mim são as mesmas coisas, isso me deixa muito infeliz.

E resolvi criar esse blog para melhorar ambas as coisas, extravasar meus pensamento compulsivos e melhorar minha escrita.

Eu entrei nesse mundo louco de fanfics com meus 13 anos, começou com o shipp do casal Monroe x Rosaliee da série grimm, depois migrei para Rumbelle de once upon a time ( literalmente fiquei obcecada com esse, durou até 2019). E por último não consigo tirar Dr. Strange da minha cabeça e eu nem assisti os filmes, só vi o trailer e já comecei a cassar coisas para ler.

Mas como tudo na vida não são rosas, essa loucura minha me custou caro, minha atenção e foco, nunca escrevi nada, apenas lia compulsivamente obras de outros autores para me abstrair.

Então resolvi juntar o útil ao agradável fazer o meu vício se tornar produtivo para resolver meus problemas pessoais, stonks!

Ainda não sei como isso vai funcionar, nunca escrevi nada, aceito críticas construtivas, já agradeço por elas de antemão pois o meu objetivo é evoluir.

Podem me fazer pedidos, mas vou começar escrevendo coisas que eu gosto ( pq essa é minha primeira vez aqui e não faço a mínima ideia de por onde começar).

Agradeço a paciência, se você chegou aqui, e bem vindo ao meu mundo de total caos e loucura.

#fanfic #rumbelle #doutor estranho #doctor stephen strange #rumple x belle #monroe and rosalee #grimm #stephen strange x reader #doutor estranho e oc

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Please could I order a large Cappuccino with Monro from Grimm 💙💙

BE THERE FOR HIM

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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