#Nbc grimm

[wesen-grimmopedia]

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.

[jellysmudge]

Top 10 Grimm Scenes: the episode in early season one when Monroe says, “Well, I sniffed her out,” and Nick responds with “Good boy ;)” and Monroe looks absolutely fucking appalled.

[theo-files]

i've never realized the height difference between nick and monroe until this rewatch tbh. especially the first episode

like, ok, it's noticable that they have a height difference but you could chalk that up to other factors, whatever. now this, on the other hand–

uhhh...kiss, i think? I think you guys should uhh

[alannacouture]

The enduring female friendships of the women of Grimm will always make me happy (that, and their casual, all the time drinking 🍷)

[theinnermostsanctum]

[snakefell]

nick and trubel, the ultimate father-daughter found family duo

i love the found family trope between all the grimm characters, but this adopted father-daughter duo is UNMATCHED and i wanna talk about it.

nick took her under his wing and let her stay with him and juliette because he KNEW what she was going through. when he first started seeing wesen, he had aunt marie and monroe to help him navigate it all. trubel had NOBODY. she watched a wesen kill her foster parents, and she was constantly getting attacked by these monsters that nobody else could see.

when she met nick, he showed her the trailer and the grimm books. he helped her realise she wasn’t going crazy, that he could see them too. i feel like it’s a parallel to aunt marie telling nick the truth when he first started seeing wesen - “… we can see them for what they really are” - telling him that he isn’t going crazy, that this is real.

marie also gives him the books and everything else in the trailer, all of which had been passed down generations of their family, and he lets trubel use them. i know that the others (hank, wu, etc) were also allowed to use them, but this was different. nick had known them for a long time before opening up to them about him being a grimm. him and trubel shared that ability, giving them an instant connection that didn’t exist between nick and anyone else.

i also love how every time trubel comes back, there’s such a pure reunion between her and her dad nick. it really does feel like she’s his grown-up child who’s left the nest and is coming back to spend some family time killing wesen visit.

i’m so glad the producers didn’t push a romance plot between them, because their dynamic is a beautiful example of found family done right.

[dilfoez]

i feel like nick would send monroe alpha wolf memes kicking his feet and giggling about it too

[archaghoul]

What would yall call this

[charliewrites99]

"men be like "im fighting demons" and then the demons be bisexuality" squad

[indoraptorgirlwind]

I think i have a type

[fairy-writes]

Hey!!! Love your work!!! I was wondering if you could write literally anything about Sean Renard maybe some tooth rotting fluff. I just love him and it’s sad that not many people know about Grimm or even write about it.

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): NBC Grimm

Pairing(s): Sean Renard x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Short!Reader (mostly because Renard is a freaking giant at 6’5”), Renard is sick

Notes: Ok but I’m loving writing for Grimm again. Thanks for requesting lovely!

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“You look like shit.” You blurt the second Sean Renard opens the door to his own home. He scowls down at you, and you scowl right back. There’s deep bags under his eyes and a sickly parlor to his sweat soaked skin. He’s dressed in a rumpled hoodie and sweatpants that you didn’t even know he owned. 

Since when did he own sweatpants?

Or a hoodie for that matter? 

And what’s even worse, he can barely stand up straight, leaning heavily on the doorframe. 

“You’re so kind.” He says and opens the door wider so you can come inside. 

You make your way to the dining room where you set bags of groceries on the table and turn with your hands on your hips.

“When you said you were sick, I didn’t think you were literally dying.” You say as you give him a once over as he stuffs his hands in his hoodie pockets.

“I’m not dying.” He says and you roll your eyes,

“Coulda fooled me. I didn’t even know you owned sweatpants.” You turn back to your bags and rifle through them, tossing him a bottle of Gatorade and gesturing for him to go sit down.

You meander your way around his kitchen, cleaning the dirty dishes and disinfecting the counters before pulling out some ingredients for a simple chicken noodle soup.

It was a classic and easy and good for someone who was sick. Especially the giant of a man who was sprawled out on the couch in the living room.

As you cook, you put the tea kettle on and keep an eye on him. You’re able to spot his head lolling back against the couch pillows and you can hear the tell tale sound of book pages turning and the occasional sniffling. 

Typically he’s at least in the kitchen with you while you cook. But you figured you’d make an exception just this once.

Soon enough, the food is done and you bring a mug of herbal tea and a bowl of soup on a TV dinner tray where Sean is waiting. He’a reading some philosophy book that you don’t care to read the title of. You can see where he’s marked certain passages or used miscellaneous scraps of paper as bookmarks.

He always did love a good book.

“Did you start that book I lent you?” You ask as you set down the tray and start cleaning up his space. Random book piles are straightened on the coffee table and old dishes are taken to the sink.

He really must be sick if his house is this messy.

Sean sits up and sets his book atop the most recent pile of books. These ones are in various languages that you can’t even begin to read. French. Arabic. Russian. And was that Latin? Who even wrote Latin books anymore?

“I started it. Couldn’t get into it.” Sean says, snapping you from your musings. You hum as you take the half finished Gatorade and hand him the soup. He says a quiet thank you before digging in.

“It takes a bit to get going. But I think you’ll like it eventually. If not, I have plenty of other things to recommend to you.” You reply and he merely grunts through a mouthful of noodles. You finish folding a blanket and flop into the armchair beside the couch, letting him eat in a warm, blissful silence.

“You don’t have to stay, you know.” Sean says as he follows you up the stairs and into his bedroom. You begin to rifle through his en-suite bathroom cabinets, looking for a thermometer.

It’s nowhere to be found.

“Yeah and ten bucks says you don’t make it to bed before passing out.” You retort absentmindedly, jerking up to look into the bedroom when you hear a thump.

It was just Sean tossing his book on the bedside table.

You huff and gently push him toward the bed. He moves without complaint and part of you wished he’d get sick more often. It wasn’t often that he was so obedient.

Luckily, Sean has some NyQuil in his cabinets so you pour him a dose and his nose scrunches as he makes a face.

“No thanks. I’m fine.” He tries, and you very nearly force his jaw open to pour it down his throat yourself.

“Drink this and don’t argue with me.” You say, exasperated.

After some back and forth, Sean finally takes the medicine and sags back into bed. You lean forward and press the back of your hand to his forehead,

“You’re burning up. Hopefully the meds will help.” You mumble and he catches your hand as you go to move away.

“Thank you.” He says seriously and you grin, reaching back to smooth his hair back over his sweaty forehead.

“It’s not a problem. I’m just a phone call away if you need me.” You say and lean down to press a quick kiss to his lips.

Hopefully it doesn’t get you sick.

[wesen-grimmopedia]

I’m going to pretend that I’m not going feral for Grimm after starting to rewatch it, and that I’m definitely not slightly distressed by the lack of active fandom this show has.

[jellysmudge]

Yall know that tiktok thing where people put quotes and match them with characters. I like to be sad.

[theo-files]

renard: well, whatever way you look at it, it's still cannibalism.

wu: uhh, I think it's pronounced "capitalism."

[theinnermostsanctum]

doctors on Grimm are like: Nick has 5387 extra cones in his eyes and his metabolism is inhuman?? Oh well, he’s just built different i guess 🤷‍♂️

[snakefell]

renard brooding in his office while everyone else is Going Through It: