#diana shade renard

[jellysmudge]

AU where Nick and Adalind never happen but Nick still somehow ends up raising Diana. I worked way too hard on this.

[ghost-wolf34]

Oc for a Grimm story. Adlinda’s brother. (Sorry if I spelled her name wrong.)

𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: Neilson Waden Schade or Shade.

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈: Neil, Waden, 

𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓈: assist at the spice shop, 

𝒜𝑔𝑒: 27 or 28

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓈: He/him

𝒮𝑒𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎: Straight 

𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑜𝒻𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽: 1984

𝒫𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝑜𝒻𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽: Portland 

𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑅𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒: Portland 

𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓈: male hexion Beast

(side to be added)

𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒

𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉: 6’1

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇/𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒: shortish gold blonde 

Eye color: blue

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇s: none

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎: kind, nice, quiet, shy, laid back, calm, antisocial, softhearted, chill, compassionate, loyal, sweet, gentle,

𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈: reading Grimm books to help fight the weson, playing piano, learning nerdy things from Monroe’s sister, spending time with her and driving his bike or car around town, playing games with Shadow after she teaches him, playing the guitar, singing in the comfort and his own home an recording himself for the fun of it.

𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈: ?

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: caring, loyal, protective, listener, willing to do anything for the people he cars for,

𝐵𝒶𝒹𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: has a bad temper when angered or upset, closes people off sometimes 

𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈: playing the piano, going to where Shayna works, staying up late because he’s a night owl, wearing sweat shirts with hoods when he’s home alone, helping stop bad Weson, being a hermit when he’s not working at the spice shop, wearing button up shirts, jeans and or slacks them,

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈:, Hexionbeast because he is one and he doesn’t like it, liars, Evil Weson, patties, Sean (for now.), evil witches, seeing anything wrong with Shadow especially if she’s in pain, people shooting at his brother or her, seeing the people he cares for getting hurt. The royals, black claw, witch craft, spells, hurting people, suits but he wears them when he has too or wants too, to show his other side, 

𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈  & 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈:

𝑀𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: his hexion beast abilities for now 

𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈: guns

𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: Can move objects around and other things

𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎, 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉

𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎: Adeline Shade sister, Catherine mother, Diana renard niece, Kelly Schade burkhardt nephew, Nick burkhardt brother in law, Monroe and Rosalie after he falls for Monroe’s sister Shadow,

𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈: Rose, Monroe, Hank, Sean, Wu, Trouble, Freddy Calvert, Mysner, Hank, trouble, Eve, Juliette Silver ton, Wu, nicks mom Kelly, Sean’s mom, 

Love interest(s): Monroe’s sister Shadow 

𝒜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜n: works for the resistance secretly, is back in Portland to protect Monroe’s sister, works at the spice shop, 

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: as a detective for Sean til he left Portland and joined the Resistance.

𝒱𝒾𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓃: yes

𝒪𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: secretly working with the resistance, helper at the spice shop at least for the moment.

𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: (not to spoil the book I’m working on, but he ends up falling for Monroe’s sister. I just not going to say how or why, because I don’t want to spoil anything for when the book comes out.

Neil’s relationship with his mom and why he’s against being what he is: they don’t exactly get along to much, since Neil isn’t exactly happy with being a male hexion beast. 

Neil also doesn’t like spells or anything that has to do with witch craft, because it just isn’t something he was/is interested in. 

Neil spoke to his mom on holidays and birthdays, he would stop by every once in awhile to see her and his sister Adalind whom he had a close bond with since their mom wasn’t exactly happy with him.

Neil was asked to join the resistance because of his abilities, he was confused at first before realizing that he could do great good with how powers and help people which is what he wanted to do in the world. 

Neil left Portland once he had turned of age and had enough of being around weson in general, so he left to find his own way and path which is how he stumbled upon the resistance or actually they had found him and recruited him.

Neil also has changed him name to Neil tenet(a reference to another movie Pattinson was in.) which was a combination of his first and middle name, he did that so no one would expect him of being Adalinds brother accept for misner and the resistance. 

Neil is a trained yet good fighter for the resistance, he is also one of their field agents who knows a bit of medical. He still at times stays to himself and very quiet, especially during meetings or on missions mostly because I doesn’t like talking very much.

How Neil got his job and how he met his first Grimm: Neil meet Freddy Calvert during a resistance mission when the two of them went under cover, him and Freddy became good friends after that mission and Freddy had offered him a job at his spice shop if he wanted it since that’s where Neil’s next mission would be.

Neil met Nicks mom Kelly burkhardt on a another mission, he ran into her shortly after mysiner and the others of the resistance joined together for a meeting. Him and Kelly had to work together in order for the mission to go smoothly, and so it did but as as soon the mission was over Kelly became one of the few people he trusted after they both had saved each other’s lives on the mission.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Kelly and Diana, ‘I'm your brother, your creepy Jedi mind tricks don't work on me.’ (been thinking about five sentences prompts all day, brace yourself)

"I'm your brother. Your creepy Jedi mind tricks don't work on me."

Diana raises a brow, leaning back against a nearby tree, and Kelly realizes (all too late) his mistake.

"You sure about that?" She taunts, and his feet slip out from under him.

He scowls as she lifts him up in the air, hands in her pockets. "Aren't we a little old for this, Di?" He grumbles, but he makes no attempt to get away (learned a long time ago that it was best to just let her get it out of her system).

"I don't know; are you gonna answer my question?" She smirks. "Who's the girl? One of the triplets, right?"

He could just wait her out; after all, she'll lose interest eventually. Or he could just answer her question; if she already knows it's one of the triplets, it won't take her long to figure out which one. But there's a card he's been waiting to play for awhile, and now seems like as good a time as any.

Closing his eyes, he focuses with all his might. Seconds pass, before the trailer door swings open, and the staff flies into his hand. Diana stares, wide-eyed, as he aims it right at her.

Up, up, up she goes, floating across from him. She scrambles for purchase, clearly not used to being on this end of things. "They're teaching you to use the staff? Great. Put me down."

"You first."

...

"It's Julie, isn't it?"

[dayscrazed]

Diana is the offspring of a full-on Hexenbeist and a half Zauberbeist. And Kelly is the offspring of the same Hexenbeist and a Grimm. I'm sorry. But that is a big weird gene pool to just be diving into!

Monroe on babysitting

[hippygirl14]

Grimm - The End (6x13)

[myfandomrambles]

Grimm ND Headcanons

Adalind Schade: C-PTSD, BPD, GAD & Depression

Bud Wurstner: GAD

Diana Shade-Renard: C-PTSD & Autism

Hank Wu: Depression & PTSD

Monroe: Autism & PTSD

Nick Burkhart: PTSD & Depression

Rosalee Calvert: Addiction, ADHD & Depression

Sean Renard: PTSD

Theresa "Trubel" Rubel: C-PTSD

[misscrazyfangirl321]

OC-Tober Day 29: Need

OC: Flora Silverton

Fandom: Grimm

Pairings: None

Warnings: A little darker than my usual stuff at the beginning; poor Flora has a rough time settling in on a team that investigates homicides. Also, this is long. 

@oc-growth-and-development

-

She doesn’t like not having anything to do. It settles uncomfortably under her skin, clawing and taunting her, telling her she doesn’t belong. That she isn’t fooling anyone, and everyone would be happier if she just left. She’s useless in the world of monsters and magic, just an out-of-work teacher with a pickup and a smile.

She needs to find some way to help, to be involved. To feel like she actually matters to this team. 

So the next time that Eve gets called in to consult on a case, she comes, too. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Eve insists, looking at her oddly. “You aren’t trained for it.”

She shrugs. “So call this on-the-job training. Look, I came out here for you, girl. I stayed for you. But that doesn’t do a thing if I don’t actually help, and since this is what you’re doing, this is what I’m doing. We’re in this together, remember?”

Eve makes no further argument, just hops into the passenger seat of Flora’s truck and offers an address. 

At the scene, they face a new problem. 

“Cops only,” an unfamiliar Sergeant insists, holding up his hand. He glances at Eve in obvious recognition and nods to her. “They’re expecting you. But no tag-alongs.”

“Tag-alongs-” Flora sputters, but Eve holds up a hand, turning to the Sergeant. 

“Tell Detective Griffin that Flora Silverton will be joining me today.”

Before he can argue, Wu appears, stepping out from behind the building. “Hey, Eve, the body’s just in-wait, what are you doing here?”

He doesn’t sound confrontational, just curious, but his words echo the ones that have been rattling around in her head for days, and her stomach turns. What am I doing here? I’m trying. I’m trying to help my little cousin the only way I know how. I’m trying to be a part of this team. I’m trying to prove that I can actually help. “Learning curve,” she offers instead, and he blinks, but nods. 

“Let them in,” he instructs the Sergeant, who hesitates for only a split-second before nodding. 

Wu holds out a small bottle of Vicks, and Eve waves him off, so he turns to offer it to Flora. 

“What’s that for?” She asks, feeling slightly silly for doing so. 

“You put it under your nose.”

“Why?” Maybe this is some sort of prank. Getting the new girl broken in, or-

“Because…” The look he gives her is somewhere between dry and concerned. “Dead bodies don’t smell good.” 

Oh. She doesn’t even try to feign the same strength as Eve, reaching out and applying a small amount to her nose. The smell cuts right through her, but she has no doubt that it’s preferable to whatever she’d smell without it. “Thank you.”

With a nod, he leads them into the house. It’s busier than she expects, a swarm of people going to and fro with baggies and cameras, collecting as much evidence as she can. When they reach the living room, she nearly gags; even with the Vicks, she can smell it, and somehow, whatever she expected, this was worse. She looks over, and sure enough, that’s a-a body. She’s seen dead bodies before, at funerals and such. But this is different: three bullets to the gut. And there’s so much blood, and-

There’s no warning; the room just goes dark. 

-

When she wakes, she’s lying in the back of her truck, a cool rag pressed to her forehead. She hums, lifting her head slightly, and the hand holding the rag pulls away. 

Eve’s hand, she realizes, when she turns back. Her cousin is watching her, expression unreadable.

“Ugh… Did I seriously faint?”

“Yep!” It isn’t her cousin that answers, but Wu. He steps into her field of vision, eyes dancing. “Straight into my arms. Flattering, but there are easier ways to get my attention.”

Rather than dignify that with a reply, she simply groans, looking at Eve. “I’m really sorry. I totally messed that up, didn’t I?”

Unexpectedly, Wu doesn’t crack a joke at that, just walks away, leaving her and Eve to sort things out. Whether that’s a really good sign or a really bad one, Flora isn’t altogether sure. 

“You can’t do this again,” Eve says finally.

“What, faint? I mean, I’m not planning on it, but-”

“This.” Eve gestures around. “Go on cases. This isn’t your job.”

Wait, she messed it up that bad? That Eve’s just willing to bench her, do not pass Go, do not collect $200? Her cheeks burn, and she ducks her head. “I’m so sorry, but if you give me another chance-”

“No.”

“I promise, I’ll get used to it-”

“I don’t want you to.” Eve swallows, looking a little less steady herself. “I don’t want you to get used to this. I don’t want���” She sighs. “I don’t want you to be like me.”

Flora’s heart might just break a little, and she reaches out without hesitation. “Prima…” 

Eve closes her eyes, letting Flora take her hand for a few short seconds, squeezing tightly. Then she pulls back, looking up with that familiar, terrifyingly neutral expression. “You’re a teacher. Teach.” Then, softening a little- “We don’t have to spend every second together for me to know that you’re here. And I’m-I’m glad that you’re here.”

She can hardly argue with a speech like that, not coming from Eve. She knows how much it must have cost the woman in front of her to say something so emotional, so she nods slowly, in surrender. “I’ll leave the consulting to you,” she promises, omitting a silent for now at the end, “but I don’t want to teach. I want something more flexible, so I can help you if you need me. I’ll find something, though.” 

Eve grants her a small smile. “Good. Now come on; everyone’s going to lunch.”

She’s not completely sure she’ll ever be able to look at food again, but sure; why not?

-

By the time she reaches the restaurant, she’s changed her mind: she’s absolutely going to eat everything they have. She hadn’t realized until now that she skipped breakfast, and she’s starving. 

Everyone turns out to be Hank, Nadine, Wu, Monroe, Rosalee, Adalind, Diana, Kelly, and the triplets. They meet Flora and Eve at the door of this ridiculously old-school diner, and the group flocks in together. Once they’re all seated, drinks are ordered, and Diana’s off at the old crane machine (which she’s definitely cheating at, but if no one else is going to say anything, Flora sure isn’t), Hank clears his throat. 

“How are you feeling now?” He asks her, and she winces, running a hand through her hair. 

“Mortified, but I’m okay. I can’t believe I fainted.” 

Hank chuckles, waving her off. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen rookie cops handle it a lot worse, and you aren’t even trained.” 

She wants to believe him, but deep down, she suspects he’s just trying to make her feel better. “Really?”

“Yeah!” He grins. “At least you didn’t throw up.”

“Is throwing up worse than fainting?” She wonders aloud, and Wu nods seriously. 

“Trust me, to the people who handle cleanup? It’s much worse. Plus, you don’t contaminate any evidence.” 

That’s a fair point. She’ll take what she can get, anyway.

Conversation shifts to lighter topics, far away from dead bodies and throwing up (probably due to the faintly green shade poor Monroe was turning), and the rest of lunch passes without incident. It’s only when the food is gone and everyone is getting ready to leave that something breaks up the peaceful atmosphere. 

Adalind’s phone dings, and she glances down, before groaning, closing her eyes briefly. “No, no-” And all Flora can think is: something happened to the rest of the team. Renard, or Nick, or Trubel; or all three of them. Maybe this Farley guy betrayed them all. 

“What’s wrong?” Eve asks, instantly on alert, probably thinking along the same lines. 

Adalind shakes her head. “It’s nothing,” she assures them. “It’s just, I’m supposed to have this whole week off, but my boss is insisting that I come into work. He says it’s an emergency. But I don’t have anyone to watch the kids, and-”

“Kelly can stay with us,” Rosalee interrupts, smiling warmly. 

Monroe nods. “Yeah, he’s practically part of the family anyway. And…” He glances over at Diana uncertainly. “Diana could come too?” It’s hard to say whether he or Diana looks less thrilled by the prospect, and Flora speaks before she can overthink it. 

“Maybe she could hang out with me.” Everyone turns to her in, frankly, a little more surprise than expected. On the other hand, Diana is a bit of a… Unique child. “It’ll be fun,” she adds. “Where do you like to go?”

Diana shrugs. “I don’t go a lot of places,” she replies, and she doesn’t seem bothered by the fact, but Flora wonders exactly what she means by that. 

“Well, what do you do for fun?”

Diana blinks a few times, and Flora is just starting to wonder if the girl understands the concept of fun when she brightens. “I read a lot,” she offers. 

Now this, Flora can work with. “Have you ever been to a library?”

Diana shakes her head, and Adalind blushes. 

“I just…. Don’t want her levitating the books, you know?”

Fair point, actually. “Diana?”

“Yes?”

“If I take you to the library, don’t levitate the books.”

“Okay.” 

Everyone gapes, and Flora’s not altogether sure why. Diana always seems like a cooperative kid. Sure, she’s creepily superpowered, but she’s also pretty obedient for the most part. 

Adalind clears her throat. “No levitating anything else, either,” she warns, and Diana gives her a look that is dangerously close to an eyeroll, making her look more like a ruffled teenager than someone who hasn’t yet hit nine years old, but Flora’s just gonna let that one slide. 

“I won’t,” Diana promises, and Adalind softens. 

“Thank you, Flora.” She rises to her feet, and the others follow suit, taking it as their cue to leave. “It’ll only be a few hours, tops.”

-

Somehow, a few hours turns into several hours every day for the next four days. Oddly enough, Flora doesn’t mind. Everywhere they go is an adventure for the little girl who has apparently spent most of her life hidden away from the world. They spend hours at museums, zoos, libraries, parks, and anywhere else Flora can think of. Diana soaks it all in, asking thousands of questions, and Flora does her best to answer them. She’s never had a more invested student, and whatever questions she can’t answer, she does her best to look up. 

Diana’s definitely a child, and more than once Flora has to put her foot down about not having cookies for lunch, but aside from one Incident (and really, the monkey deserved it), there’s no risky levitation. 

Through it all, she doesn’t think much of it. It’s just a way to help out, and she enjoys it as much as Diana seems to. 

It’s only after-when Sean Renard is back in town, calling and asking if she can come up to the Precinct to talk to him-that she starts to second-guess herself. What if she overstepped? What if she endangered Diana by taking her out in public like that? What if Diana was secretly miserable the whole time and now he’s going to yell at her?

Silly, but by the time she reaches his office, she’s in full panic mode. 

“You, uh.. You wanted to see me?”

He glances up from some paperwork, and offers her a smile (that’s a good sign? Right?). “Yes. Please, come in. Shut the door, if you don’t mind.”

Well, that’s certainly not reassuring. She complies, and after a moment’s hesitation, settles into the chair closest to the door. His lips twitch, but he doesn’t comment, and she fights the urge to squirm. She is a grown woman, and this man has a hopeless crush on her cousin. She is not a child called to the principal’s office. 

“Is everything…?” She tries, and he nods, setting his paperwork aside. 

“I understand that you took care of Diana the past few days.”

Her stomach drops, but she manages a nod. “I did.”

He leans back in his seat, unfairly calm for someone who’s absolutely terrifying her. “She told me about it. Well-” He laughs, a little dryly. “More like she hasn’t stopped talking about it. Apparently, she had a blast.” Literally, but he doesn’t need to know about the homemade volcano display. “Wants to know when you two can have another ‘playdate.’” 

… Wait, seriously? Is that all this is about? “I’d be happy to watch her anytime.” It’s not quite a question, but she lets her voice trail off, as she watches him uncertainly. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He fixes her with a stare. “I also understand that you’re looking for a job.”

“How do you-” She pauses, realization dawning. “Eve. She told you I fainted?” That’s… A little mortifying, actually; she’ll have to talk to her about-

“Ah, no.” And he doesn’t laugh, but his eyes are dancing, the absolute jerk. “She didn’t mention that. Just said that you were looking for work, and that consulting on homicides wasn’t a good fit.” 

And now she’s even more mortified, but that’s fine. She’s fine. “Yes,” she manages. “I’ve been looking for work. Why?” A part of her suspects she knows where this is going, and babysitting isn’t going to pay the bills, but maybe it’ll at least help. 

He clears his throat, going a little more serious. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that Diana is something of a… Unique case. Her mother and I-and Nick-have been at a bit of a loss regarding her education. Not to mention socialization; none of us are home enough during the day to take her on outings.” 

This is sounding… A little more in-depth than babysitting, actually. She straightens in her seat, looking at him curiously. “What exactly are you suggesting, here?” 

“I’d like you to be Diana’s…” He pauses, maybe searching for the word. “Caretaker. It’d be a bit of a mixed job; somewhere between nanny and tutor. You’d take care of her while everyone else is at work, and provide her whatever education you think is appropriate. On days where one of us has off work, you’d be free to do as you liked, of course.” 

“That…” She hesitates. “That sounds like a full-time job.” Granted, flexible-Diana’s schedule would naturally allow Flora to help the team-but still… “And I’m not sure-” She doesn’t quite want to bring up money, but she’s not sure he realizes exactly how much it would cost. 

Apparently he tracks her line of thinking, because he cuts in. “You would be well-compensated, of course.” 

And the man has money-she knows that-so he might actually be able to pull this off. But… “Oh?” She asks, aiming for casual, because it seems more polite than how well-compensated are we talking, here? 

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a check, and hands it to her. And it’s a miracle that she doesn’t faint again on the spot, because that is… A lot of zeroes. Considerably more than she ever made as a teacher, that’s for sure. 

“I-” She tries, but the words won’t come. 

“You’d make that monthly, to start.” More than her yearly salary monthly? “We can discuss bonuses later, and if you think that isn’t enough-”

Is he joking? “No! I mean, this is… This is…” She traces her finger along the check, throat tight. With this, she could find a place for her and Eve to stay. A nice one, if they want. And she could-she could-

Her mind is running wild, but a thought lodges itself in firmly, and refuses to let go. She hates it, and it seems more than a little ungracious toward the man that just handed her that check, but she knows she has to say it, or it’ll eat her alive. 

“I really appreciate the offer,” she starts, and he raises a brow. “And believe me, I’m tempted. But there’s one thing I want to clear up before I accept.”

“Oh?”

She draws in a breath, grappling for the words. “You, um. You seem like a really nice guy. Have the whole time I’ve known you. But I’ve only known you a few months, and… I’ve heard stories.” His expression goes carefully guarded, and she hurriedly adds, “And I’m not judging! I’m a huge believer in people changing and all that. But if I take this job, my job is going to be taking care of Diana. So if I think you’re doing something like… Trying to convince her not to trust Nick-or even the other way around-I’m not going to put up with it, okay?” 

She’s shaking now, well-aware that she’s probably crossing a thousand lines but determined to get it all out. 

“Because if I take that job, I’m not going to be some pawn in whatever internal struggle you guys are having this week. I mean, I hope you guys are past that, but if you’re not… If my job is to take care of Diana, I won’t let you guys put me-or her-in the middle of that. Okay?”

He stares at her for several long moments, and part of her is terrified that she’s lost the job before she ever even had it. Finally, though, he meets her eyes seriously. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he promises, and the air floods back into her in a rush. 

“Then… When do I start?”

He smiles broadly. “I think you already have. Can you come by my house tomorrow around 7? Diana’s staying with me right now,” he clarifies, and she nods. 

“I’ll be there.”

Well, that’s not exactly what she was looking for. But maybe it’ll be exactly what she needs.