#relda grimm

[incorrectsistersgrimmquotes]

[After Mr. Canis is released from jail]

Canis, looking at a dead houseplant: You couldn't have watered it?

Relda: I did not know that existed until this very moment

Puck: I knew it existed, and I chose to let it die

[viknikisbae]

thinking about puck and his relationship with the grimms again, god i love them so much

thinking of RED and mr canis and their relationship with the grimms as well

[lioriel]

[bi-panic-at-the-disco]

a relda and a bunch of canis sketches (plus an attempt at @wolfpropaganda ‘s version of canis)

[advisortotheadvisor]

a train of thought:

ppl have a oddly specific beef with the Wolf that they don't have with other villains like Bunny or Bluebeard -> it's probably because Canis is pretty openly pro-Grimm -> au where Canis was never taken in by the Grimms and is just chilling

[lapluieellepleut]

Happy Halloween

[mybrainisalibrary]

Finally got some time so here's a stream of consciousness drabble about Granny Relda prior to the start of the series:

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Life is good.

Not perfect, no of course not, but good. You're happily married to a good man, with 2 boys that have suddenly become young men. You live in a town filled with magic and myths come to life. And it's a beautiful day, a sunny day, when your world is shattered.

Your boy, your youngest, he does something for his brother without considering the consequences. It's not the first time he's gotten into trouble, but it's the most dangerous because a monster is after him.

Before you can process what's happening your husband is rushing off to save him, without a plan, and by the time you get there your husband is horribly wounded and your sons are desperately trying to help him. He's rushed to the hospital and the boys raid the Hall of Wonders while you sit with him because there's nothing that can cure this injury from a jabberwocky, no potions or creams or magic wands, and your husband is dead by the next morning.

The funeral is a blur, and you know that for every Everafter that comes to pay their respects there is another celebrating the death of a Grimm, but you hold it together. And then - your sons leave, and you're alone in a house that was filled only days ago. You're homesick for Germany in a way you haven't been in decades, just to see some of the family you haven't seen in years, and you grab your coat and head to get the Ruby slippers and then it hits you - you can't leave.

The last place you want to be is here with the memories and suffocating silence but you can't leave. You have to stay to keep up the barrier, to prevent any number of violent Everafters from terrorizing the world.

And for the first time fear creeps in. You are the only Grimm left in town and many are restless - what is there to stop any assassination plots against you? So when Mr. Canis visits later that day, you offer him a room in the house.

Things get better, slowly. You get weekly calls from Hank. Jake has sent a letter so you know he's not dead too. (You knew anyway, you've been asking Mirror to check on both of your boys every day, every hour on particularly bad days.) There are Everafters who need help and mysteries to solve.

You are overjoyed when Hank returns to you with Veronica in tow. Veronica is a natural, she fits right in, and you feel you've finally turned the page on a dark chapter.

But there's danger, there always is in your line of work, and when a newly-pregnant Veronica gets too close to a magic blast from a rogue witch, Hank panics.

You try to reason with him, Veronica does too, but he's insistent on leaving. Their bags are packed that night, they're gone the next day, and you are alone again.

Of course there's still Mr. Canis and Snow and so many for company. But Jake is still traveling the world and you have a newborn granddaughter that you have yet to meet. (Veronica swears she'll talk Hank into a visit soon, she just need a few months to convince him.)

Perhaps it's that unfulfilled grandmotherly instinct that prompts you to reach out to the lost fairy boy in the woods. You've heard about him and you've had to chase off his pixies. He may be hundreds of years old, but he's still a little boy who could use a warm meal every now and then.

You're pleased to realize a few years in than you have a satisfying routine. Every day is a new adventure in Ferryport landing. You long to meet your granddaughters (Hank and Veronica have had another girl) but you check up on them through Mirror and you get letters from Veronica every few weeks.

You've just wrapped up a case on a dreary, drizzling morning, when it dawns on you that you're due for a letter from Veronica. You've been so busy you haven't checked on the kids in a few days. It's a Saturday and you expect to find them together, but you stare in confusion then concern as you see your granddaughters sitting in a police station. You check on their parents and nothing makes sense. Mirror has difficulty locating them, says there's powerful magic trying to block him, and when you finally see them they are asleep – still as death, but just sleeping.

You spend weeks, then a month, then a year, then longer, looking for answers and fighting red tape. The girls are alone, shuffled from place to place, and you are doing everything you can to get custody, but it seems hopeless. How can the courts turn over custody to a woman who will not (cannot) leave the tiny town where she lives hours away? You call in dozens of favors and several magical objects and finally, finally they send a caseworker to meet with you and you convince her to let the girls stay with you.

And then you have your granddaughters, you are so happy to meet them –

And their parents are still missing

[wolfpropaganda]

spoilers for book nine

my ridiculous Sisters Grimm headcanon is that Granny Relda didn’t die of old age/in an accident before the epilogues. she just disappeared one day. no one knows where she went or why she vanished. I think that woman was so devoted to mysteries that the only end possible for her was becoming one

[phantasoba]

How do ya feel about Canis and Granny Relda? Romantic or platonic (whichever you want to talk abt)

oooo I like this one! To be honest, I ship them platonicly bc I don't think Relda ever got over her late husband. They're totally besties tho

What made me ship them was their chemistry in the books, not to mention how they protect each other pretty much whenever need.

my favorite thing about this ship is how Canis acts like a father figure to all the children Relda 'adopted' (i.e. Puck and Red)

I don't think I have an unpopular opinion on this ship tbh

[heavensinhell]

mom: ill take your phone when we get home you might hit the person beside you

gwyn: good idea

[f-it-im-a-fangirl]

Soo I wrote my first fic

Ever I'll be linking the ao3 but it's mostly projection of grief that I tend to experience this time of year and this is based off a dream I had

Yeah angst with a side of puckabrina

Ao3

Sometimes dreams are worse than nightmares

:readmore:

It was dead silent

That was the first sign there was something wrong. Granny's house was never quiet. There was always someone bustling ir there was at least the sound of your own footsteps

' hello' 

Sabrina looked around calling out as she stepped through the threshold

The house esteemed so much bigger as she passed through each room and there was no one else there 

Finally stopping in the living room. Moving around the different stacks of books the sight before her hit her like a punch to the gut

" Granny" she whispered out

Standing before her was her grandmother but there was something wrong with her

" I'm sorry"

Came a monotone voice that wasn't granny's

" granny" whispered Sabrina taking a step forward but not managing to get any closer

" I'm sorry" was all the response she got

"Please granny" Sabrina said voice getting shaky stumbling forward trying to get closer to see her again tears down her face 

And all she got in response was a monotone " sorry" in a voice she couldn't remember how it was supposed to sound 

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Waking up with a sob Sabrina felt like she couldn't breath. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember what granny sounded like her voice was so muddled in her memory. She could hear the care and affection but not how the voice sounded. 

Wrapping her blanket around her and clinging to her pillow she tried to steady herself only to fall apart in tears again

Slowly after several big breaths and slowly breathing in and out she pulled herself together forcing herself to sit up. Once she was sitting up she took a couple more deep breathes and wiped her eyes hiding the tears that had just been there. 

" Hi Granny, I dont know if you can hear me or what come next. I love you" what she was saying to the empty room. Around her was broken by the sob caught in her throat causing her voice to catch when she tried to talk " I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in so long. I know it's been a couple years since you died and it's normal because memories fade as them goes on. But" once again what she was trying to say was cut off by a sob " But Granny I can't remember what you sound like. I don't even remember your funeral. I hate that I can remember so many things that have to do with you but I can't remember much about you" 

Clinging to her pillow she took a new breath this one more shuddered than the last trying to calm down from the wave of emotions that were over taking her

"Oi stinky get up" Puck said throwing open her door, freezing as she turned her red rimmed eyes toward him. 

" Woah what happened to you" he said coming closer

" none of your business" she said taking another breath refusing to cry in front of him

"Just a bad dream, nothing to worry about. I'll be out in a minute," she said turning her back to him so she didn't have to look at him 

" Aww did stinky have a nightmare. Don't worry Grimm, I'll protect your from the monsters." He taunting wings popping out so he could hover around the bed she was on 

" I said bad dream and I meant it. Besides sometimes bad dreams are worse than nightmares," she mumbled under her breath

" What do you mean by that?" he said giving her a curious look , lowering himself to be sitting across from her. 

" Well" she began meekly " we fought a jabberwocky and survived, I got poisoned by magic, you survived your wings torn out, Daphne became a powerful witch and was in a coven with baba yaga. We have survived every nightmare we've ever met in real life not to mention some of the families Daphne and I were with before. My point is we have survived a living nightmare anytime we cross it. We can defeat whatever comes next we find a way to. But bad dreams aren't always scary but they do hurt."

" Oh"

" yeah" 

" You know you can talk to Red or Marshmallow about this. They care about you and would want to help. Your parents would be willing to listen too. Don't let it get out that I told you this I  do have a reputation to maintain" he said " And if you need to or wanted to I guess you could talk to me" his cheeks flushing as he looked away as he spoke.

Slumping forward on to her pillow again she looked up at him contemplating whether she wanted to tell him or not

" I had a dream about granny"

His head shot up and swung around looking at her again, a mix of feelings written across his face.

" I dreamt we were back at her house, you know how it was. Books piled everywhere a weird smell. I walked into her living room and she was standing there and I couldn't reach her. I kept talking to her. And all she would say was 'I'm sorry' and Puck. Puck I couldn't remember what her voice sounded like" she said tears invading her eyes again. 

Puck looked over at her through her blurry eyes she couldn't tell what he was thinking but the next thing she knew she was in a tight hug and before she knew had fully comprehend what was happening he was back where he was before the only noticeable difference was a spot on his hoodie that was damp from where her head had been pressed to his shoulder and her tears had soaked it.

" Loss doesn't get easier over time. It hurts and it hurts a lot sometimes. You'll make it through it Sabrina. Someday losing people causes so much pain it's hard to function but just try to remember what they love and their loved ones and they're never fully gone"

Judging by the look he gave her surprised face she was clear she wasn't expecting that from him

" you live for awhile and your learn loss" he said smiling sadly

" Do you ever worry about forgetting her?"

"Nah I got you an' Marshmallow to remind me of her. You got her determination and Marshmallow has got her-" he said paying mid sentence looking for a word to describe what they both had " spunk" he finished 

Letting out a tired chuckle at that she finally stopped clinging to her pillow

"Thanks puck, Now out" she said pointing to the door

" Fine Grimm but be down to breakfast soon. I won't prank you this morning because the old lady wouldn't have wanted me to and for one day I can do what she would have wanted"

Sabrina slipped out of bed feeling more rested and at peace than when she woke Stepping into the day before her without forgetting her past.

[incorrectsistersgrimmquotes]

Puck, looking at a plate of broccoli: I'm not eating this green stuff! Ew!

Relda: Good idea, liebling. It's a plate of toxic waste that will turn you into a mutant if you eat it

Puck: [immediately starts shoveling broccoli into his mouth]

Canis: There has got to be a better way to make him eat

Puck: Ahhh...I can feel it working...

[ferryportlandingmayor]

i live in western washington, near the puget sound and some mountains, and when i say there are tiny towns everywhere, they’re EVERYWHERE. and every time i drive through a said small town, i’m always like “ITS FERRYPORT LANDING OMFG” especially if they’re on/by a body of water

example:

this is port townsend this is coupeville

both are on the water and very beautiful little landscapes. these aren’t the best photos but if you ever travel to washington or live in the state and need a place to go, i totally recommend taking a quick visit to these towns and others if you want some good ol sisters grimm vibes

[lioriel]

[vertdegrece]

Relda Grimm meets Mr. Canis in much the same way that her granddaughters do; on a gray, drizzly autumn day.

The difference is that Relda is twenty-nine years old, juggling an armful of groceries and a fussy toddler.

The rain starts coming down in earnest when they’re on the outskirts of town. Henry, already cranky about missing his afternoon nap, starts wailing as soon as the drops start hitting his head. Basil and Matilda had taken the car for the day—some robbery or another that needed solving—so Relda had walked to town for the shopping and now has to walk back home in the rain.

Thankfully, there’s an umbrella tucked into the bulging canvas grocery bag. The problem is getting it out. She needs a free hand, but if she puts Henry on the ground, he will immediately sit down and get his nappy wet, and if she puts the canvas bag down, her groceries will get soaked.

Relda looks around a little desperately. No buildings or stores near here. There’s a bench under an overhang close by, but a homeless man seems to be sleeping on it, and he certainly needs it more than she does.

The rain sputters down on them.

“Mamaaaaa,” sobs Henry, mouth right next to her ear.

“Hush, liebling,” she murmurs into his damp hair. She tries to maneuver the bag up into her wrist and rummage for the umbrella with her fingertips. She manages to get a grip on the umbrella handle—“Ah ha!”—tries to pull it out, and immediately drops it on the ground.

Relda swears, loudly and in German, which only sets Henry off louder. She abandons the umbrella for a moment, focuses on rocking him and kissing his little sweet-smelling head. “I’m sorry, my love, I’m sorry. There, there.”

Henry calms down after a few minutes, his crying petering off into hiccuping gasps. She is shifting him in her arms when the characteristic breathless whoosh of an umbrella opening sounds behind her. The rain suddenly stops hitting them.

Relda turns around. The homeless man from before, the one who was sleeping on the bench, has walked over, picked up her umbrella, unfurled it, and is now holding it out, shielding her and her son from the downpour.

He is a tall man, skinny but wiry, wearing tatty, ill-fitting clothes. He is unshaven and gaunt-eyed, his hair overgrown and his mouth unsmiling, posture tense. Everything about him screams danger, and there is a ring on the little finger of Relda’s left hand, an incantation on the tip of her tongue (just in case, Basil had said, just for emergencies) and this is a situation that can go very wrong, very fast, but—

But the man’s eyes, oh. There is no anger there, or malice. He looks tired and hungry, uncertain and a little afraid.

He looks lost.

And Relda’s heart has always welcomed lost things.

So, she tucks away the incantation. She tightens her grip on her groceries. She hugs Henry against her hip.

And she smiles. “Thank you.”

[advisortotheadvisor]

I love how everyone in fpl (Or at least the everafters) wholeheartedly believed canis was dead but the grimms are just Like That so often they didn't even question it when he suddenly wasn't