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Tidal Wave

Relationship: Nick Burkhardt x Reader (Platonic), Monroe x Reader (Platonic)

Fandom: Grimm

Request: No

Warnings: Brief Strong Language, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 5,743

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Part 2: Hearts of Sea Stone

Summary: When a series of suspicious drowning show up in Portland, Nick Burkhardt is called in to investigate a naiad. He quickly finds out there is more to his tale than he knows.

“But they hurt me so,” said the little mermaid.

“Pride must suffer pain,” replied the old lady.”

“Vic’s name was Jason Aquati. Water made it difficult to get his wallet out safely without damaging the contents but we made it happen.” Sergeant Wu passed the wallet over to the two detectives that had just arrived. Nick Burkhardt and Hank Griffin made their way from the car to where the CSU were busy processing the scene.

“Another drowning victim in the Willamette in the last week? Seems like this guy is just getting started.” Hank commented on the scene, dropping himself into a crouch in front of the body. He was utterly puzzled by this string of murders they had gotten.

“Well, lets see who next of kin is, business, the works. There’s gotta be something that connects him to the last one. This is just too specific.” Nick added on, pausing to observe the pale watery body that was left there. Something odd caught his eye. Something in his hand. Grabbing a glove, not bothering to put it on properly, Nick gently moved the hand around till he caught a clear look of what he was hold.

“Can I get a baggie please?” The detective called to no one in particular. His eyes followed the object that was now resting on his glove. Nick felt his partner come to look over his shoulder and hand him the evidence bag.

“What is that?” Griffin questioned, watching his partner drop the small object into the bag and seal it up. Burkhardt stood to match the other man, and their eyes were both trained on the bag.

“I have no clue.” A small stone rested amongst the plastic. To the untrained eye, it looked like a regular stone, but one of these men had the eyes to see the unimaginable. He saw the swirl of blue inside, a pale brilliant blue, that quickly died out. Nick’s eyes went back from the stone, to the man before them, trying desperately to find out how these two were connected.

The precinct was as busy and bustling as ever. There was so much excess noise and chatter that threatened to pulled Nick away from his screen; he was almost about to tell the entire building to be quiet just so that he could work. But that would not happen, and he knew that.

“Hey Nick, check this out.” The excess noise was cut out and Hank’s voice came to him sharply. Getting up from his chair, the detective walked over and peered at the screen before him. After being here for so long, the bright screen and small dark letters blurred together.

“Alright. What am I looking at?” His hands rested on the table and back of his partner’s chair, trying desperately to make sense of what was on the screen.

“That stone we found in the guys hand today? Well, I thought since the guy last week also had a similar looking stone in his possession that I would have them tested. Listen to this: it is aquamarine. A type of sea blue to greenish stone.” Hank rattled off happily.

“Okay. So we know what type of stone it is. How does this help us?” A headache was starting to worm its way into Burkhardt’s head, and he could do without the small talk.

“Well, here’s the thing. Inside the stone, there was a foreign substance. Initial results were inconclusive because they were quote, ‘fish scales with human DNA.’ That’s weird right?” Nick was trying to rack his brain for knowledge that would explain the foreign substance in the gemstone.

“Very weird. Listen,” he cleared his throat, “I’m gonna head home. I don’t think I can look at another screen tonight. Goodnight Hank. Go get some sleep.” Nick patted his friend on the shoulder, and collected his coat before leaving.

On the drive home, many thoughts plagued his mind. Was there a type of wesen that preferred to have those kinds of gems? Or a particular type of water wesen that he should be looking for? Dinner and Juliette would have to wait. First, Nick needed to make a detour.

His car pulled into the driveway of Monroe’s humble abode, shutting off the engine and sitting there for a moment. Nick searched his car for a drink and some painkillers but found none. This headache was getting worse. Maybe his friend had some inside? Hopefully he did, otherwise his drive home was going to be a lot worse. The detective did not realize that he was already at the door and knocked before he heard a muffled voice calling out for, “just a moment.”

“Nick, hey buddy. What brings you by at this time of night? Shouldn’t you be home?” The taller blutbad moved out of the way to allow the Grimm into his home, but was confused at Nick’s uncharacteristic quietness.

“You okay, Nick?” Monroe asked, starting to be concerned.

“Do you have any painkillers? I’m sorry. Just got this nasty headache and I don’t have anything.” Nick scrubbed his hand over his face, pinched his eyes shut, and let out the deepest breath he could to try and muster through the pain.

“Yeah. Yeah, I got some. Come here.” Going into the kitchen, the detective smelt and saw the remains of dinner. It reminded him of his girlfriend that was at home right now, waiting up for him so that she could make him a hot plate.

“Thanks Monroe. I’m sorry to impose like this on you.” The wesen waved off the concerns as he was shaking his head, still rummaging through the cabinets for something to ease his friend’s pain.

“Don’t worry about it man. I don’t have anything traditional. Well, no. It is traditional, but it’s not modern medicine. Ah! Here it is.” Monroe pulled a jar from his cupboards, with something in German written on the label. Taking a teaspoon, he put a single spoonful of the contents of the jar in a mug. It was then that Nick noticed the kettle heating up on the stove, and watched as his friend poured scalding water over the mystery powder. Was it even a powder? It looked more like tea.

“Give it just a few minutes to steep and cool down. After that, bottoms up.” Monroe looked pleased with himself, but Nick was just confused.

“What is it?” He questioned, looking between the other man and mug with uncertainty.

“Alles Heilen. It’s a type of ‘cure all.’ My grandmother used to make me that anytime I had any sort of internal ailment. Headaches, flu, stomach aches. She even made me drink it one time to help flush out some poisonous berries I had accidentally eaten. It’s really good stuff.” Nick sniffed the mug, and took a small test sip to test temperature and taste before he took a more proper drink.

“So I’m assuming you didn’t just pop over here for a German style medicine for your headache?” Monroe asked, watching the man before him he appeared to finally have some sort of relief as he rubbed his temples.

“No.” Nick stated plainly. “What kind of wesen are part fish, or really love water?”

“Whoa. Okay. Not what I was expecting. Um, I’m not sure. The only ones that are coming up are naiades but they’re only fish in the sense that I am a wolf. It’s not enough to classify or anything like that. Why do you ask?” Now, he was confused.

“There’s a series of homicides I’m investigating. Both bodies were holding an aquamarine stone that held fish and human DNA inside. It sounds like something weird enough to be wesen.” Nick stared off into a blank spot of the kitchen as he let the tea, if that is what you could call it, take effect.

“Aquamarine and weird DNA? Have you consulted your books?” Leaning against the counter, Monroe watched Burkhardt closely. However, the man just shook his head.

“No, I haven’t. I thought you might point me in the right direction.” They sat in silence for a moment, just letting the day take its toll.

“Hey,” Monroe gained Nick’s attention yet again, “maybe Rosalee knows what you should be looking for. Why don’t you give her a call in the morning?” A nod was given by the Grimm, who finished the contents of his cup, and made to leave the home of the blutbad.

“Yeah. I think I will. Thanks for your help, Monroe.” The gentlemen shook hands, and went to go for the door.

“Anytime, Nick.” Watching from his front door, Monroe could not help but feel like this was just going to get worse for Nick if he could not find out what it was that he was looking for. Nothing can cause insanity quite like searching for something that you do not know where to start.

Rosalee flitted around the shop, pulling volumes upon volumes of knowledge from her shelves. Her face looked upset, which did not bode well with Grimm in her shop.

“I’m sorry, Nick. I can’t find anything that would explain what you found in that stone. Do you know what kind of wesen was holding it?” Her face scrunched up in confusion and worry.

“No,” the detective shook his head and threw his hands up in the air, “I don’t even know if the guy was wesen.” He was getting more and more frustrated as time went on. His gut told him that this was a wesen case, but Nick could not find anything to prove it.

“Okay. What were the victims names? Maybe I can find out for you.” A pad of paper and pen appeared in the Fuchsbau’s hands as she prepared to jot down the names.

“First vic was Stacie Wesser. She was a spa owner downtown, and the second was Jason Aquati. He was studying to be a marine biologist at the Oregon Institute of Marine Biologist.” After she wrote down those names, Rosalee took a pause. She let out a shaky breath, and her expressive face revealed pain.

“Are you sure it was them?” Her whisper came.

“Positive ID on both. Did you know them?” Nick was concerned and approached the woman in front of him. A tear managed to escape her eye that she rubbed away fiercely.

“Yeah. I knew them. Stacie came to me for specialty items for her shop, and James for a specific cream to use.” Burkhardt got out his pen and paper to jot some of this down.

“What else could you tell me? Is there any way that these two knew each other?” While he was busy writing the information, Rosalee tried to rack her brain.

“It’s possible that they may have interacted in her spa, but now that I think about it, they both mentioned going to see a show recently. The same one even though they weren’t in here at the same time.” Nick’s head perked up immediately at this information.

“What show was this?” She looked nervous now. Rosalee wrote a name on the piece of paper and tore it off.

“Take Monroe with you. It’s not exactly a place you would be welcome in.” The man nodded and graciously accepted the piece of paper. However, just then, Nick’s phone rang. Pulling it out, he barely had time to check caller ID before answering.

“Yeah, Burkhardt. Okay. Alright. I’m there in ten.” He hung up the phone as quickly as he answered it. Turning back to the woman, he stashed the paper in his pocket and gave her a nod of thanks, before exiting underneath the chiming bell.

“Another body. This guys cooling off period is shrinking drastically.” Hank met up with Nick once he arrived on scene.

“What have we got?” He asked his friend, and was brought over to the body.

“Name was Stephen Matthews. Forty-four, never married, no children. Works at the Portland animal facility. This now makes the third body. This guys has gone serial.” Griffin walked near his parter towards the victim, and pulled a baggie from another officers hands.

“Found another stone in his hands. If I had to guess, it’s the same one as the

others.” Everyone was puzzled in this case.

“You know, drowning is not the easiest way to kill someone. Guns, knives, even bare knuckles work better than drowning. So why has he chosen this method?” Nick posed the question that no one answered. The sound of a car approaching, and subsequent opening and closing of the door caught the attention of everyone there. Their captain had just arrived on scene.

“This the same killer?” He asked, hands resting on his hips as he looked at the scene.

“We believe so, Captain.” Nick informed him, walking up and standing close by. A second set of eyes locked onto the bag in the young detective’s hands.

“What’s that?” He questioned, holding out his hands to accept the item.

“It’s a stone. Two similar ones were found on the other two bodies. It’s aquamarine but the forensic report shows human and fish DNA inside it. So we have no clue what we’re looking at.” Sean’s eyes stayed locked intensely on the stone in the bag that was no bigger than a quarter. He could hear Nick talking but his mine traveled back in time. Back to when he was young and had just arrived in Oregon. Back to when he had met her and-

“Captain?” The hand on his shoulder startled Renard out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and handed the evidence bag back to his detective.

“Good job, Nick. Keep it up. I want this guy found before he can kill anyone else.” And with that, he left. No more words spoken, no more updates needed. Burkhardt turned back to the stone in hand. What was it about this stone?

That night, Nick called up Monroe and asked if he would accompany him to the place that Rosalee had written down on the piece of paper in his pocket. The blutbad was more than willing to tag along and made sure to tell Nick about it on the way there. They made sure to park nearby, and on the walk over to the front door, Monroe would not shut up about the place.

“Dude, this is like an amazing club. Well, not really a club as in you know techno and partying. More like a supper club or a lounge. There is just this energy in there. It’s wonderful. Really takes you back in time to a much simpler life.” The nondescript black door with the name on the front would be able to be overlooked by a normal person, unless you knew what you were looking for.

“So this is, what? A speakeasy?” Nick continued to walked forward as Monroe seemed to have a revelation in the middle of the street.

“Yeah. Yeah it is. I never thought of it like that.” The closer they got to the door, the more Nick’s nerves were lighting up. He hoped that whatever he needed to solve this case was in this place.

Getting inside was no issue. Just a check for ID, pay a cover fee, and they were there. The lights of the stage were dark, while the ambient lighting was brighter. A poster caught Nick’s eyes that was plaster on just about every surface in the building.

Hometown Performances by the Portland Princess, Sirena!

The picture of the woman caused him to pause. She was obviously gorgeous, but there was a certain, almost mythical, quality to her appearance. Burkhardt felt someone come up behind him, and a hand laid itself on his shoulder.

“Oh yes! Sirena is in town. She’s amazing. Kind of a legend in our world.” Monroe gushed. Just then, the lights in the room dimmed, and the lights on stage went completely black. Whoops and cheers came from all around, and Nick saw many different kinds of wesen woge throughout the room.

A singular spotlight lit up the stage, and the woman from the poster stood in front of the microphone. Monroe was right; this really felt like a portal to a different time. Old timey microphone, and the woman was decked out in old Hollywood fashion. Listening to her sing, it felt like a trance. She interacted with the crowd and seemed to make up songs on the spot, or at least it seemed improvised.

She worked her way through the front row and had everyone hanging off of her every word. It was unlike anything Nick had seen, even in human clubs. This was totally different. Probably like most thing in the wesen world, this seemed to be steeped in tradition. Unlike, however, the last time he was in a club like this, the woman in stage paid no attention to him, and never realized that there was a Grimm in the audience watching her.

Singing her final note, Nick did not realize that she was signing off and saying goodnight until the spotlight died and the lights returned to how they were before.

“Monroe, what is she?” He asked his friend who seemed to be in a daze from the performance.

“She’s perfect.” Nick shook the blutbad from his thoughts. “Oh, right sorry. She’s a naiad. She might know who to look for.” Monroe was hauled to his feet and dragged through the club towards the back.

“Sorry. Sirena is not doing a meet and greet at the moment.” A tall, brunette man stopped the duo before they got too far into the back. Nick hated to do it, but he whipped out his badge for the man to see.

“I need to speak with her. She might have insight on an investigation.” The man scrutinized the badge he held, but eventually let him pass through with Monroe. A door with “Sirena” plastered across the front was the third door on the left side of the hallway the traveled down. Nick knocked loudly, and waited for a response.

“Just a second.” A soft and sweet voice called out from behind the door. Just a moment later, the door opened a little bit, and the same woman from the stage appeared a little bit more relaxed. As soon as she saw Monroe’s face, though, her weariness faded away.

“Roe! I didn’t know you’d be coming. I hope you have brought Rosalee.” Her voice did not lose any of the dreaminess as it picked up in volume.

“Can we come in? Please?” He asked, looking behind him at the Grimm. she nodded and moved out of the way to allow the pair into the room. Only, she did not realize that it was not Rosalee behind Monroe. Once the men stepped in, it was exactly 3.5 seconds for her entire demeanor to change. She squeaked and pressed herself as close to the door as she could. Monroe pushed Nick to the other side of the room as he tried to calm the woman down.

“You… you brought a Grimm here. You sold me, Monroe! How could you? What did I do?” She wailed and wailed, trying to keep the blutbad just as far away from her as the Grimm was, but he ignored the shoves and hitting.

“No. No, Si. He’s not like that. This is Detective Nick Burkhardt with the Portland Police Department. He’s not like the other one. He just wants to ask some questions. Please. I wouldn’t sell you like that.” Her panicked eyes shifted from the man in front of her to the man behind him, and back again. She finally started getting her breathing under control to where she could talk again.

“Just ask some questions?” It almost sounded like a whimper as she stared Nick down. He kept his hands out of his pockets so as to try and make her realize that he meant her no harm.

“Just some questions. If that’s okay. Monroe can stay the whole time.” Unshed tears collected amongst her lash line while she nodded her agreement. Her hands went to her eyes in pain and she bent over a basin of water in the room. What came out as a tear drop, landed in the water as a fully formed stone. Taking a moment to collect herself, she fixed her eye makeup, dabbed her eyes and turned back to the men.

“My apologizes. I try not to cry on land for that reason.” Her voice was soft and sweet, just as before, but her eyes stayed trained on the Grimm.

“It’s okay. Are those aquamarine?” He was instantly curious at the glittering bowl.

“Yes, they are. How did you know that?” Now, the singer was curious. She had yet to lose the edge that she was trembling on.

“We found three identical stones at three separate homicide scenes. Now, I’m not asking as a cop. What are you?” That Grimm stare scared the young woman. The pitch blackness of his eyes made her tremble and lose her facade for a second. In an instant, a silky sheen encompassed her entire body. Blueish-green scales shone in the lights of the vanity, and gills appeared at the side of her neck. Vibrant, electric blue eyes pierced his, and the almost doe-eyed quality she had taken was interesting to him.

“I’m not a normal naiad. I’m what they refer to as a Tödlicheslied.” Her woge state stayed as she explain.

“Are you serious?” Monroe piped up for the first time in a while. His eyes looked like he was a kid in a candy store.

“You’re- you’re a, a Tödlicheslied? I’ve only heard stories about you. I didn’t think you guys existed anymore.” The blutbad continued to look at the young lady, not as if he was judging her, but in disbelief.

“Tödlicheslied? What does that mean?” Nick asked, allowing his eyes to stray from the woman for a moment to turn to his friend.

“Literally translate to, ‘Deadly Song.’ They were the original sirens. An ancient breed of naiads. You Grimms might be a boogeyman tale to us wesen, but these guys? These are pure legend. They’re believed to be extinct. How are you out of the water?” Monroe explained, finally letting the information process. Burkhardt turned back to the woman and looked confused.

“My people usually don’t leave the water. We’re a rare, ancient breed of wesen like Roe said. Leaving the water for us is painful and can sometimes cause death where we literally suffocate. In our aquatic state, we behave like any other marine life. Oxygen in the water passes over our gills,” she motioned to her own with a webbed hand, “and that’s how we breath. But coming out of the water, we have difficulty turning back to our human form because we completely change our organs and structure.” Well, this was surprising to Nick. Just when he thought that his life could not get any weirder.

“We drink a tonic that helps, but it’s super specific. Only a few people know how to make it.” This was going to make for an interesting new addition to his book.

“Do you have an alibi for the past two nights and for last Friday?” Her body returned to normal, the half woge leaving her and allowing her to appear perfectly normal.

“The past two nights I’ve been here and haven’t been anywhere other than my hotel. Last Friday, I believe I found a late night bookstore to go to after the show. I’m unsure if that place has cameras, but I know my hotel does.” The detective took in her words and allowed himself to look around. There was a picture on the vanity, with a necklace draped atop it. The pictures were in black and white, but he knew that face. There was no way he could forget that face. Standing, Nick went to the vanity and attempted to grab the photo to get a better look when a hand slapped his. Rubbing the now stinging hand, he looked and saw pain and fury in the woman’s eyes.

“Apologies. I just don’t like people touching my stuff.” She did not look the least bit sorry, but that was neither here nor there.

“Would you be willing to come down to the station while we confirm your alibi? Just as a precaution, plus it makes it easier for us to get information.” Nick turned his full body to the young lady before him. She was only dressed in a silk robe, long hair flowing down in waves. However, she nodded.

“Would you allow me to get changed into something presentable? I’d much rather not be out there in just my robe.” Shifting from foot to foot, her hands wrung themselves together in front.

“Of course. Take however long you need.” Nick turned his body away from the young woman and stared at the wall, while he encouraged Monroe to do the same. And by encourage, he means that he slapped the man on the arm and made him turn away from the dressing window in the corner of the room. She disappeared behind the makeshift wall that was set up, and tried to put herself in normal clothing as quickly as possible. There was some rustling, and a couple of knocks as she finagled her way around. However, she was soon on her way out with her shoes in hand.

“You can turn back now. I appreciate you doing that.” It was almost a whisper as she sat down on the stool in front of her vanity to take care of her shoes. The men followed her request and waited patiently for her to be done.

Once the shoes were on, her attention was turned to the jewelry on the table and in the dishes before her. Rings found their place on her delicate fingers. Much less flashy and large than what she wore on stage, but none the less high quality. Nick had a sneaking suspicion that everything she wore was pure silver and built to last. However the one piece of gold that was present on the table, was the necklace draped across the picture frame. There was a pause as her hands faltered to reach for the object, but eventually, she was able to grasp it. Her expression was sullen, as if relieving a specific memory that she wish she could have forgotten. But, that necklace, with a heart shaped locket and several rings found its way to her neck. The one piece of gold clashing against the silver, including a secondary silver necklace that looked identical to the gold one.

“Ready to go.” The wesen took a deep breath and spun around. Grabbing a long, wool coat, she headed for the door and allowed the men to leave first before she locked the door to her dressing room. Leading them out of the building, Ashe stopped only for a moment to chat with her security guards and owner of the venue to let them know where she was going and that she would be back late.

Nick held the backseat door open for her, and offered a hand to help her up into the vehicle. He tucked her coat in to make sure it would not be caught in the door, and made his way to the driver’s door. Checking that everyone was buckled in and secure, he began the journey away from the club.

“Just gonna drop Monroe off first and then we’ll head to the station. Is that okay?” Burkhardt kept an eye on the siren in his back seat. She nodded, yet said nothing. It was silent. Eerily silent the entire drive back to the spice shop. Thankfully, it was not that long of a car ride so Nick was just hoping that maybe he could get some answers at some point tonight. It seemed the spice shop was even closer than he realized, or maybe it was the zoning out and trying to pass the time faster with no noise. But he shook hands with Monroe, and unlocked the car to let him out.

“Stay safe, Si. Okay?” The blutbad tried to comfort the tödlicheslied in the backseat. She smiled genuinely at her friend and nodded.

“I will try. Come out to the show soon with Rosalee please? I’ll get you guys in for free. We can go have dinner.” Her offer made the man smile.

“You got a deal. See ya kids.” And then there were two. Wesen and Grimm just driving down to the police station. Nothing weird about this on a Friday evening. No one made a move to speak, leaving the care in the same eerie silence from before.

“Can I ask about the picture and locket?” Nick broke it. Her startled expression almost made the detective retract his statement, but she relaxed soon after.

“What do you want to know about it?” Her gaze turned out the window, like she could not look at the Grimm while discussing this.

“Who’s the man that is in them?” He was curious about the answer she was going to give him.

“He’s dead.” The red light ahead had excellent timing, allowing for Nick to turn his head around in shock to stare directly at her face. She tried to reign in her emotions, but Nick could see tears threatening to fall. He handed her a set of tissues that were still in the car, and turned back to the now green light.

“How?” His choked whisper came. There was a deep sigh that was released from the backseat.

“For me to tell you this, there’s a lot you need to know first.” A beat of silence.

“Tödlicheslieden don’t come on to the surface ever. Well, almost never. The last time someone lived to tell about us was Christopher Columbus. Although we were swimming with the manatees so who knows what those stories were inspired by.’

‘Our family never allowed the children near the surface alone. They would only take us near there when we needed to eat. Unfortunately, that part of siren lore is true. However, one day I was near the surface and was caught in a rip current. It pulled me so far away, I didn’t know where I was going or even what direction I came from. When I came to, I was washed up on shore along the Willamette trying desperately to breathe.” A small smile appeared on her face as the story continued.

“There was a young man along the shore who found me. He helped me through the change to a human like state. I was so scared,” she chuckled, “but, he just draped his coat over me, and spoke soft and slowly.” Her hands now fiddled with the necklaces.

“Come to find out he was a zauberbiest. Imagine my shock. But he proved to care about me and my well being so I trusted him. He used to take me out, every night, to the river to see if my family was close. After a full lunar cycle though, we stuck to once a month. On the full moon, when the tide is highest and light is brightest. He did everything he could to make sure that I was taken care of. Gave me clothing, showed me a human store to shop in, what tonics to take and when. He was the first person to find out about my tears.” Nick stayed silent throughout the entire story.

“After twelve lunar cycles, I begun to accept my surface life and the possibility that I would never see my family again. And we fell in love. That was a big no-no, even back then. But we didn’t care. It was us against the world it seemed. He made us these necklaces so we would never be apart.” The locket open underneath her delicate touch, and she was lost in a trance.

“But, nothing lasts forever. My family did eventually find me, and they tried to convince me to come back to our pod. But I couldn’t leave my lover behind. When I asked for time on my decision, they came after us as we sat near the water. They dragged me underneath, and made me,” her voice choked, “they made me listen.”

“Listen to what, Sirena?” Nick questioned with profound empathy for the woman who could not have been much older than him.

“Please, Sirena is a stage name. It’s easier to hide in plain sight when no one knows your true name.” She chuckled out, trying desperately to not cry.

“They made me listen as they beat him to death.” Her statement jarred Nick a bit in his seat. They were not too much further from the precinct, but he hoped the story would have something for him to work with.

“I had to listen to his grunts, groans, and cries. It was too silent after. They brought me this as proof,” her hand held up the gold chain with a matching locket on it, “I knew he would have never let them take it off of him had he been alive. It was another twenty-four lunar cycles before I managed to get away for good. I came back to the Willamette, back to Portland. I tried so hard to find an obituary or anything that would tell me where he was buried or something, but I have yet to find anything in almost twenty years.” Nick parked his truck, and jump out to help the lady out of the car. With her hand in his, he stayed at the vehicle for a moment more.

“What was his name?” She was confused, but her eyes appeared haunted. “What’s his name? If I have a name, I can look him up in our database and give you a definitive answer.”

There was a deep sigh, allowing for a lengthy pause. A Grimm and a wesen stood out in the cold Portland air. Her head moved side to side in a negative motion, and her eyes suddenly found the ground much more interesting to look at than the man in front of her. She was trying to reign in her emotions and keep from crying out in the freezing air. After whaat seemed to be an eternity, her misty eyes went to Nick’s as she had her internal struggle.

“His name was Sean. Sean Renard.”

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The Drowning Kind: Part III

Sean rarely sleeps. His secrets, his plans, always keep his mind in constant motion. Examining all sides of the task at hand, making uneasy alliances with untrustworthy people makes sleeping a luxury. Closing his eyes, being vulnerable, have given him multiple nights of insomnia.

But not with you.

The first time the two of you spent the night together, curled up together on the river bank, under a blanket he stashed in the kayak, he was shocked to discover that he had fallen asleep. The stars that he had been staring up at had mostly disappeared, fading away in the early morning light. You, however, were still curled against him, head on his chest, still sleeping soundly. Your ribcage moved under his hand with each breath you took and he realized immediately that he loved you. He would do anything to keep you safe, keep you near him, this little slice of peace and authenticity.

That was two weeks ago.

He’s only missed seeing you three nights during that time. He hates to admit this but he’s getting used to sleeping a few hours each night now and finding it harder and harder to do so when you’re not in his arms. Last night was no different, in fact, even more so now that you fixed up this fishing shack and dragged a futon in here. It’s the first time the two of you have slept in anything resembling a bed and even though he can still feel the steel bars digging into his back, he doesn’t want to move a muscle.

He feels you start to wake up, little shifting movements in an effort to squeeze yourself closer to him. He does move this time, turning slightly so he can run both his hands over your bare skin and bury his nose where your neck and shoulder meet. He can feel you smile, your cheek pressing against his ear as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Good morning.”

He hums in response, pressing kisses along the column of your neck. The scent of jasmine and eucalyptus, your scent, fills his nose and he wants nothing more than to carry it with him for the rest of the day. He’s used to keeping secrets but he’s growing tired of keeping this one. The world he sees is nothing but violence and bloodshed. This love has to be hidden and every day that passes, the more that secrecy feels like the real crime.

Your back arches when he draws one of your nipples into his mouth. Your blunt fingernails dig into his scalp when he drags his tongue over the hardening nub. A moan is ripped from your throat when his teeth graze over it.

“Fuck, Sean.”

He slips a hand between your legs and finds you already soaking wet, his fingers sliding easily inside of you. He wonders if he’ll ever get tired of this, of you. His track record has always been spotty at best. Relationships pursued to kill time, boredom, or to create alliances. But then you walked into his life and turned everything on its head. He’s felt a want, a need, that he’s never felt before. You can’t go a day without the water, and he can’t go a day without you. It should put the fear of God into him, having something with such power over him, but it doesn’t. There’s an odd comfort in it actually.

Your hand wraps around his already hard cock, a steady pressure and stroke. Now it’s his turn to moan.

“Please, Sean.”

As if he could deny you anything. He slides his fingers out of you, pulling your leg over his hip. He captures your mouth with his as he enters you, swallowing down your moan. The noises you make, the intensity of your hold on his shoulders, arms, and back lead him to believe that no one ever loved you like this. That this is just as new a sensation to you as it is to him. This is the moment that he realizes you love him. The realization is enough to halt his movements, to stop time long enough for you to release your grip on his shoulders. You end up holding his face gently in his hands, your pupils still wide and black.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice is breathy, desire drenched but there’s concern bleeding through. Color starts to seep back into your eyes and worry creases your forehead. “Sean?”

“I love you.” He chokes on the words, this barbed-wire secret that feels like it rips his throat when he speaks it outloud. It’s admitting his greatest weakness and he’s never been comfortable with that. But it’s out there now, handing in the air between you and it seems far more intimate than being buried inside you. He’s shown you his heart.

Your smile is relieved, beautiful. “I love you, too.”

And that is Sean Renard’s biggest, most damaging secret he has: he’s fallen in love.

#sean renard x you #sean renard x reader #sean renard x ofc #sean renard fic #captain sean renard x you #captain sean renard x reader #captain sean renard fic

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Nick Burkhardt

• Wesenworld ( Daughter!Reader)

• Naiad

• Start over

• Cold as ice

• Love potion

• Dangerous world

• Camera, action, torture

• Wesen games (Musai!Reader)

• Witch in disguise (ft. Juliette)

Sean Renard

• Obsessed ( ft. Juliette)

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wikariusz · 1 year

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One shot for @danielle-marie

I don't give my permission to copy my work

The Choice was made

Y/n didn't know what to do,like her mind was going crazy.What where the chances that could happen.She thought she becomes crazy.

Sean knew by the reaction of the woman that he loved dearly something was wrong.And it won't be the end of theirs struggle on the way to love.

"I don't know what to think about this"that wasn't a Truth and it wasn't a lie,y/n knew she loved him ,but her love for Monroe stopped her mind.

""If you want you can take the rest of the shift of,to think about it"He knew his hurt shown in his eyes,but still he cared about her.He didn't want to put pressure on her.

"I think I'm gonna accept this offer, thanks"and without another word y/n left leaving confused Sean Renard.

But he wasn't only one that was confused,Hank noticed the state she was in,and he called Nick.

Nick hearing the news,about the mood of his sister,came the fastest to the place he think she could be.

The park where there's' first Wesen Case happened.

She often came here when she was nervous, stressed,or sad.It was her little safe space.

"You know i see you there"y/n said, that was true Nick didn't hide very well

"What happened,Hank said you left the office in rush,looking like a ghost."Nick didn't want to show his concern for his sister,but she always knew the same way they knew theirs mind when fighting.

And so y/n told him.Told him the entire truth, about what happened.To say Nick was confused was an understatement.

"Who do you love"

"I love them both"

Y/n knew this wasn't an answer that was going to help her.But she wanted escape the truth for the longest time she can.

"But,who stole your heart,and shaken it to bones"

At the time y/n knew the answer,and she was thankful for her brother,that he was with her.

"It's Monroe"

#monroe x reader #monroe grimm #grimm #sean renard x reader #sean renard #nick burkhardt x reader #nick burkhardt

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Ace of Clubs: Chapter VIIII

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Canon violence (if any).

They'll kill you, and I'll be here in the woods all alone and abandoned.

“You’re not going to believe what we found.” Nick said in awe. His voice was static and faded in and out horribly.

"What?"

"Glühenvolk. A pair, we're thinking."

"What? Aren't they supposed to be extinct?" I asked in disbelief. They had been one of the most interesting wesen to me upon discovering my father's books. They had also been one of the few he couldn't tell me any stories about, since he had never seen one. They were thought to have been 'hunted to extinction', one might say.

"We're trying to track them down. There's a hunter, he keeps talking about UFOs and aliens but we found his trailer-"

"Please tell me you didn't find one of them."

"We didn't, thankfully, but we did find some other wesen. He knows exactly what he's doing."

"And he's using the whole conspiracy theorist thing as a cover." I finished. "Holy shit. I can't believe this." I breathed out, beginning to pace. "I'll meet you at the spice shop?" I asked. "We are looking for them, right? We can't let this guy get to them."

"I know, we won't. We'll be here." Nick agreed. I hung up, almost forgetting Renard was still sitting at the table behind me. Confusion was written across his face as I hurriedly shrugged my jacket on.

"Where are you going?" He questioned, standing up.

"Do you know of Glühenvolk?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah, they're extinct. Why?"

"They're not. Nick thinks they've found a pair of them and some asshole is trying to hunt them down."

"Woah wait. You're not helping out on any cases, you're still recovering."

"This isn't a police case, this is grimm business," I argued. "And I'm not missing the chance to see these people and help them out if I can." I ducked past him and out the door.

"Nick?" I called out as I entered the spice shop, the now-familiar bell ringing as I did.

"Back here!" His voice answered from the back. I heard more voices, seeing Rosalee and Monroe as I entered.

"I still can't believe this." I breathed out after Nick had brought me up to speed with everything they knew. "That's a hundred percent Glühenvolk. No doubt. These were my favourite wesen when I was younger." I recalled fondly, tracing the sketched image on the book.

"It was supposed to be good luck to see one." Rosalee told me and I nodded in agreement.

"I can't believe they were literally hunted to extinction just for their skin."

"It's awful."

"That's why we have to help them." Monroe insisted.

"I don't know about helping a murderer." Nick frowned.

"Nick, they might be the last of their species." I argued. "He did it for the baby."

"If nothing else, you can't deny that the baby is innocent." Rosalee added. Nick sighed reluctantly.

"Fine."

"Is this where the trailer is?" I asked as we pulled up to a clearing in the woods. It was several hours later, and now dark out

"It's close by." Nick said, pulling flashlights out of the trunk. I ducked back into my car, pulling a knife out of the glove box and tucking it into my pocket.

"Alright. No need to split up then right?"

"Nope."

"Follow me." Monroe said, sniffing the air before starting off in another direction.

We soon came up to the trailer. I had been following close behind Monroe, and I bumped into him when he held his arm out as a signal to stop, smelling the air again. "What is it?" I asked.

"It's clear." He nodded at Nick, then me. as if I had any idea what he meant. I suddenly realized he was talking about the hunter.

"Rosalee and I have already been in there." Nick said. "You go ahead, I'll keep watch." He nodded over to me and Monroe. I nodded, ducking inside the trailer after Monroe. I looked around cautiously, shining my flashlight over the contents of the trailer.

"Holy shit." I said under my breath when my flashlight shined across a skinning knife with still-wet blood glistening on the blade. "Monroe."

"No way." He muttered, his head suddenly turning and focusing on something on the opposite side of the trailer. "Hey is that-" He trailed off as he picked the vial up. "It is."

"It's what?" I asked, looking over his shoulder. The label on the plastic bottle he held read 'Sauver Sa Peau'.

"Isn't that what they use to keep wesen woged after they die?"

"Only for a few hours." Monroe corrected me.

"There's bullets with it too, I think." I pointed out.

"We've definitely gotta take this stuff. He cannot have this."

"Agreed. I'll take the bullets." I tucked them into the pocket of my trench coat.

"We found a bottle of Sauver Sa Peau." Monroe announced to Rosalee.

"And bullets." I added.

She shook her head. "He's definitely a hunter."

"What the fuck is wrong with him?"

"Yeah, they're endangered. They might even be the last of their kind! What's wrong with this guy?"

"I don't know, but we're going to dump that." Rosalee unscrewed the cap off of the bottle, pouring the clear contents onto the ground.

"What about the bullets?"

"I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind having the skin of whatever the fuck this hunter guy is." I held up my hands in defense as everyone turned to look at me. "What?"

"Hold onto them." Nick finally said. "It can't hurt."

"I'm pretty sure you need a special gun to fire these. A regular one might break them."

"Either way. Hang onto them."

"Souvenirs." I joked, nodding and tucking them back safely into my pocket.

"Wait, I think..Is that a cottage?" I suddenly asked.

"Where?"

"There." I pointed. "Can't you see it?"

"..No?"

"Damn it, I forgot." I muttered under my breath. "Follow me, let's check it out."

"I smell smoke." Monroe said as we neared the cottage. The others could see it now as well. "And fire."

"Those are literally the same thing." I deadpanned.

"They're not. They're completely different smells."

"Uh huh. Sure, wolfman." Monroe turned back to glare at me half-heartedly. A shot suddenly rang through the silent darkness of the night, causing all of us to jump. "What the fuck was that?" I asked quietly.

"I think he might have found them before we did." Nick muttered with a visible wince as another gunshot pierced the air. After a precautionary sniff from Monroe, we took off running towards the cabin, sticking to the treeline. I quickly fell behind as my lungs ached for air and my ribs protested sharply. The wounds in my side were the last thing on my mind as I fell to my knees gasping for breath and clutching my arms to my ribs.

"Ace!" Rosalee hissed, running back to my side.

"I'm fine." I panted, struggling to my feet with her help. "I'm fine."

We were about the same height, and so she looped my arm around her shoulders easily. I inhaled sharply at the pain in my ribs, but gave her no other indication as to how bad it was. She helped me hastily to the cabin. We both crashed through the door.

"Where's your partner? What did they do to him?" Nick was questioning a blond woman on the floor. She looked very pregnant, and was sitting on the floor in a pile of blankets by the fireplace. A pained, frantic expression was on her face before she woged.

She turned a brilliant blue, her glowing skin illuminating the entire cabin. I gazed at her in awe.

"Don't hurt my baby." She pleaded frantically, her eyes darting between me and Nick.

"Don't worry, we're here to help you." I attempted to soothe her.

"You're beautiful." Rosalee said in awe.

"There's someone hunting you. We need to find him."

"Vincent." She murmured, returning to her human form.

"Vincent?"

"He's out looking for food- I heard the gunshots. Please- Don't tell me that was him?" Her voice rose in panic.

"I'm sure it wasn't." I lied. "He-" I was cut off when she doubled over in pain.

"What's going on??" Monroe panicked.

"She's going into labor." Rosalee said, quickly kneeling beside her. "We need some kind of medical supplies. Anything."

"There's a first aid kit in the bag." She gasped out. I hurriedly unzipped the bag, rifling through it until I found a small plastic box.

"Is this going to be enough?" I asked, handing the first aid kit to Rosalee.

"This'll have to do." She pursed her lips.

Everyone's heads snapped up at the noisy arrival of a man in the doorway. I stepped in front of the woman in labor, pulling a dagger from my hip.

"Vincent." She gasped out. I stood to the side with a hesitant nod, still watching. He eyed me cautiously, kneeling beside her.

"I'll keep watch outside." I excused myself, stepping out the door. The room suddenly felt suffocating. I leaned against the doorframe, favoring my injured sides, and crossed my arms across my chest. I watched the darkness intently, tucking my arms closer to my body when a chilly breeze blew over me.

I heard the cry of a baby, and everyone murmuring in admiration. I leaned around the door, peering in with a small smile on my face, watching the glowing baby.

I was suddenly caught off guard when someone shoved me to the ground, catching and twisting my ankle painfully, and causing me to choke out a noise of pain and shock. I rolled onto my side, scrambling back up to my feet as my attacker rushed into the house. By the time I had made it to my feet and stumbled in behind him, he was marveling at Rosalee's woged form, muttering something about how much a Fuchsbau was worth.

"How much is a grimm worth?" I hissed. He immediately swung around, woging into a Raub-Kondor. I tackled him to the ground, rolling across the floor in his grip with a grunt of pain. I paid no mind to my torn stitches as I pinned him to the floor and slammed his head into the ground. He growled. Flipping me onto my back, he began to do the same to me, gripping my shoulders forcefully, gaining much more of a reaction because of my still-healing injuries. My entire body screamed in pain.

A gunshot rang out, and the trophy hunter fell off to the side of me with a thud, still in woge. I looked up, taking Nick's free hand that he offered. He held the hunter's gun in the other, breathing heavily.

"Thanks." I said appreciatively, glancing at him with an arm around my abdomen.

"I wasn't expecting this much excitement, I'll be honest." I commented as we headed back to our cars.

"I probably should've warned you about that." Nick said sheepishly. "I figured you'd want to see them, though."

"Don't worry about it. I would have come along regardless. You know me."

"You're still healing, aren't you?" He frowned.

"Yeah. Got an even longer way to go now." I brushed it off with a laugh, wincing.

He cast me a sideways glance. "No more cases for a while."

"Unless you find a Dämonfeuer or a Seltenvogel…" I trailed off jokingly.

"Actually, I have seen a Dämonfeuer, and a Seltenvogel."

"No way." I stopped in my tracks, looking at him with a dead stare. He met my gaze just as seriously. "No fucking way. You've gotta tell me about that sometime." I looked up as I heard the opening of a car door, realizing we had made it.

"I will." He suddenly grinned at me, giving me a nod and slamming his door shut. I nodded at Monroe and Rosalee before starting my own drive back 'home'.

Renard was waiting for me in the living room with a glass of liquor in his hand. He stood as I shut the door behind me.

"You shouldn't have done that." He scolded me

"Too late, I already did." I muttered, limping into the room. He met me halfway, putting his hands tentatively on my shoulders. I tensed, and tried to hide my wince, not noticing the bruising I had gotten from the fight.

"Sorry if I made you wait up." I sighed tiredly. I was exhausted and in pain, but the genuine concern on his features made me realize I shouldn't have been taking it out on him.

"You didn't." He paused, finally taking in my condition. "You look like shit." He told me.

"I know." I muttered, turning my gaze to the floor and trying to push past him. He held me in place firmly and I met his eyes with a tired glare.

"You're exhausted." He commented.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"So..how were they?"

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"The Glühenvolk."

"They're not extinct.." I hesitated before continuing. "Sean, you should have seen them. They were beautiful." I murmured.

"I'm sorry for running out on you like that this morning, but I couldn't have passed that opportunity." I apologized.

His gaze softened. "I know. Just don't do it again. You need rest more than anything."

I nodded in agreement as he finally let me limp past him. I turned back to bid him a goodnight, only to find he had already sat back down with his legs crossed and the glass of liquor in his hand. A fond smile unknowingly crossed my face, one that I quickly scrubbed off before crossing the hall and passing out.

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fairy-writes · 2 months

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Hi! Me again, your friendly neighborhood Sean Renard lover! I was wondering if whenever you feel like writing if you would consider writing Sean being very protective over the reader and everyone is saying to him that he’s so in lover with them and he’s like “no I’m not” and then he’s like realizing that’s he’s like in love with the reader damn near devoted. Or whatever you’d like to write. I’d honestly be happy with anything you put out. But take your time, no rush needed. Just whenever you feel like it. Thank you so much!!!! Have an awesome day!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

LITTLE BIRD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): NBC Grimm

Pairing(s): Sean Renard x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Wesen!Reader, Use of nicknames (little bird), Reader is implied to have longer hair, but it’s not explicitly stated

Notes: I hope you enjoy!

TW for violence in the latter half of the oneshot (I’ll add an extra trigger warning when that starts)

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“Lieutenant Renard?” Sean looks up from his desk to see Cadet Drew Wu fidgeting with his button-down cuffs. He was nineteen and green in the gills, still exploring his options as a police cadet. But even though he hadn’t fully committed to the police academy yet, he was a hard worker.

He’d make a good police officer.

Sean sets down his pen and clears his throat.

“What’s the matter, Wu?” The police cadet stepped aside, and Sean’s jaw almost dropped at the sight of you. It was as if you had come straight from a painting. It seemed you hadn’t changed at all. Well… not exactly. You had aged, being a handful of years younger than him.

But you were still as beautiful as the day he lost you.

After all, the last time he had seen you was when his mother took him, and they fled from the Royal family out for his blood. You were but a fledgling that hadn’t yet sprouted in your full glory.

You both stare at each other before Wu swallows awkwardly and takes his leave. Then, you take a seat at his desk and smile,

“It’s certainly been a while, Sean.” You say quietly, and he feels his heart stutter at your warm words.

It had been years since anyone other than his mother was so full of kindness for him.

He sets down his pen and leans his forearms on the desk.

“How did you find me?” He asks seriously, and you shrug

“I have my ways. You should know this by now.” You tease, and your eyes flash a deep glowing blue for just a second. So quick, in fact, that he almost missed it. Feathers as black as pitch shuddered down your hairline before disappearing into your tresses.

Sometimes he forgot you were wesen. A Raub-Kondor, to be exact. And a brilliant one at that. You were often employed, even at a young age, by the Royal Families to track down and “take care of” certain traitors or deserters. It was how he met you in the first place. The thought of your job made him shudder,

“Are you here to get rid of me?” At this, you looked downright offended, eyes going wide and mouth dropping open ever so slightly.

“Of course not!” You hiss, and he feels his shoulders relax. He wasn’t in danger after all. You notice his palpable relief and smile that smile that makes his heart skip a beat.

The two of you part ways with the promise of meeting up for coffee. Your number is stored safely in Sean’s phone, and you even send him a text saying, “It’s me :)” and he can’t help but smile at the little emoji. You were always lighthearted despite all the blood on your hands.

You shift in place, eyes scanning every face in the small coffee shop as you wait for Sean to arrive. You check your phone and scroll through the brief messages you had shared with your childhood friend. He wasn’t the best conversationalist via texting. He typically preferred a call over texts.

“Have you been waiting long?” Comes his voice, and you jump, knee jerking up and hitting the underside of the table. Your eyes meet his, and he offers a half smile, clearly amused by your reaction.

“Not at all. I just got here a few minutes ago. I took the liberty of ordering you a coffee, black with one sugar, if I remember right?” You say, ears burning at your surprise at his arrival. He sheds his long overcoat, drapes it over the chair across from the booth you were in, and takes a seat.

“You remember correctly. I’m surprised you remember after all this time.”

At that, you duck your head, ears burning even more in embarrassment.

“I try to remember everything about you.” You say quietly, so quietly that he can barely hear it. But obviously, he does because his face splits into a warm grin.

He looks so handsome when he smiles.

The waitress brings over your drinks and a slice of chocolate cake that you ordered. You visibly brighten at the sight of the sweet treat and nearly dig in when you remember your manners.

“Would you like some?” You offer, noting the waitress had gone through the trouble to give you an extra fork for the occasion. Sean, sipping his coffee, shakes his head.

“Thank you, but I’ll pass for now. I know how much you adore your sweets.” He teases and you roll your eyes, secretly happy that you get the chocolate dessert all to yourself.

The cake is absolutely demolished in a few minutes flat, though you were careful not to get any crumbs on your clothes. Then, you start on your coffee.

“I see you still are a sugar addict,” Sean says as you add sugar to your bitter drink. You huff but stir and take a sip of the sweetened beverage. Perfect.

“I prefer the term sugar motivated.” You say, and he chuckles, making your breath catch, but you hide it quickly by taking another sip.

You thought your crush on the bastard prince had died over the years.

Clearly not.

“So…” You start, and he looks up from his coffee, eyebrow raised. “How’s life here in Portland?” He hums, glancing around the coffee shop before answering.

“It’s certainly different than Vienna. But enough about me… Why are you here?” He asks, suddenly serious, and you have to fight the urge to sit up straight.

You should’ve guessed he would ask something like this. It had taken you years to track him down to the Portland area. And for what? But you knew better than to lie.

So…

You didn’t.

“I missed you. As stupid as it sounds, I missed having someone to talk to. Well… that and your mother is concerned about you joining the police department. She’s worried it’ll put a target on your back.” You say, and Sean sits back in his chair, stirring his coffee absentmindedly as he mulls over your words.

“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine. I’m surrounded by good people.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow skeptically. Thankfully, Sean takes your concern seriously. He always has.

“But what if things go wrong?” You ask, and he shrugs a shoulder.

“If it makes you feel any better, you are more than welcome to stay here in Portland to keep an eye on me.” You smile at his words,

“I’d like that.”

Despite your promises to keep out of the way, you quickly become absorbed into his little work family. As the years go on and the precinct grows, you are always a constant at his side. You attend his promotion ceremony from his previous ranks to precinct captain, and he holds your gaze the entire time as he gives his speech.

Even as people come up and congratulate him, he finds himself only wanting your attention. He couldn’t care less about everyone else.

He feels a smaller hand slip into his, and he looks to find you smiling up at him. He sets down his glass of champagne, still mildly embarrassed that the precinct threw this shindig for him.

“Congratulations, Sean.” You whisper, and he hides a smile, but you still catch the twitch of his lips, and your smile widens.

He’s about to say something, but you are both interrupted.

“Is this your spouse?” Hank Griffin, homicide detective, and one of the most senior staff at the department. He’s followed by the newer homicide detective and his new work partner, Nick Burkhardt. Sean huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head,

“Nothing like that. They’re a childhood friend, that’s all.” He says, and Hank nods, not entirely convinced.

Why was everyone doing that when he introduced you? Hell, even Wu didn’t seem to believe him.

Later, Sean spies you chatting with Nick as you raid the dessert table. You’re polite, and he feels his heart clench as Nick says something to make you laugh. Feathers shift down your hairline like they did whenever you half-woged, and he sees Nick’s face drop, but he hides the expression by the time you look up from your sweets. And that makes the clenched feeling in Sean’s heart twist more.

Was he a Grimm?

He’d have to look into this more.

Sean, ever the gentleman, walks you to your car after the celebration of his promotion. You, feeling adventurous, slip your hand into his and swing them back and forth ever so slightly.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain. He even squeezes your hand.

“I just wanted to say congratulations again.” You say as he opens your car door. You squeeze his hand once more, and he offers a quick quirk of his lips that you almost miss.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, little bird.” He says and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. You feel your cheeks heat up and hide an embarrassed smile.

He always was the cheeky one.

Feeling a bit bold, you lean out our car window just as he leans down to presumably tell you goodbye and kiss his cheek. He freezes, eyes widening ever so slightly in shock, but he doesn’t say anything.

He remains like that as you drive away, brushing his cheek with his fingers.

You chew on your lip as you watch him disappear in your rearview mirror.

Hopefully, you didn’t mess things up by doing that.

You don’t hear from Sean for several days. And it’s making you nervous. Had you overstepped your boundaries? Had you misread the signs from all your little coffee outings?

The book in front of you failed to hold your attention as you glanced from the words on the page to the cellular device next to you. After another thirty minutes, just when you were about to give up on reading, your phone buzzed.

Buzz… buzz buzz… buzz buzz…

The book was hastily bookmarked, and you scooped up the phone and swiped right to answer the call.

“Hello?” You said, trying to seem… well… not breathless or like you were anticipating the call.

“Are you busy?” Sean asks, sounding ragged as if he had been working for three days straight.

His new promotion must be wearing him down.

“I was just reading. Is everything okay?” You ask and hear a quiet hum on the other end.

“Might I invite you to dinner tonight?” Your heart skips a beat.

Dinner… that was a step up from coffee dates.

A big step up.

You make a noise to let him know you hadn’t died at the suggestion (though you certainly felt like you were about to pass out).

“I suppose I might be free tonight. Let's say we eat at seven o’clock?” You tease him gently and hear him write something down.

“I’ll pick you up.” He says, and you can’t help but smile.

“That sounds lovely.”

VIOLENCE STARTS HERE

Dinner doesn’t go as planned.

Sean’s car rumbles as he waits for you to come out of your hotel room. He had offered to let you stay with him at his new house; he had a spare bedroom after all, but you had declined. Instead, you had told him you were a big kid and could take care of yourself.

A shadow moved inside your hotel room on the second floor, and he looked up, a frown pulling his lips down. What was taking you so long? You hadn’t even responded to his text saying he had arrived. Should he call you?

He pulls up your contact and is about to press the call button when you come exploding through the window in a rain of glass and chaos.

Coincidentally, you land on the hood of his car, and his airbags deploy as you cave in the metal.

There’s someone on top of you, hands wrapped around your neck and squeezing like your life depended on it. He can see your hands going limp, and he darts from his car and draws his gun that he keeps with him at all times.

“PORTLAND PD! DON’T MOVE!” He bellows, and the person jerks their head up to look at him, eyes wild and glowing yellow.

A Mauvais Dentes.

The sabertoothed wesen leaped at him as he felt his face change in his woge.

He fired.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The man fell, his woge rippling across his skin and retracting the fangs and fur into his body until he looked like a regular man again.

Sean ran to your side, where you lay gasping on top of his car, pulling out his phone and dialing 911 as he went.

“911, what’s the location of your emergency?”

“This is Captain Sean Renard of the Portland Police Department. There’s a man who’s been killed and someone else who is gravely injured.” He started and rattled off your address, begging first responders to hurry because you looked terrible.

You had been in the middle of getting ready—a blouse stained in blood and shredded to bits, trousers, and you weren’t wearing shoes. Your throat isn’t much better. Sean can see where the Mauvais Denetes had punctured your skin, and its oozing blood at a sluggish pace. Your woge ripples under your skin and the tar-black feathers retract into your face. Your beak disappears, and when you open your eyes, they’re glassy.

“Stay with me, little bird, stay with me.” He says as he sheds his suit coat and tears it into strips to tie around your wound to hopefully staunch the bleeding.

“Sean?” You gurgle, and he hushes you,

“Don’t speak. An ambulance is on the way.” He says, and you nod once, closing your eyes again, and he listens to your breathing.

It doesn’t sound good.

He only hopes that you make it to the hospital.

Time slows. The ambulance and police arrive after what feels like hours. Blood has stained Sean’s trousers, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is you.

The first responders load you carefully into the ambulance and stop Sean before he can get in with you.

“I’m riding with them.” He snarled, and the two workers looked at each other before one stepped aside and allowed him to sit beside you. He holds your hand until they hook you up to get your vitals. You open your eyes again and wheeze,

“Sean?” You gasp, and he holds your grasping fingers.

“I’m here, little bird.” He whispers, and his heart is broken as he hears you whimper.

“Don’t leave me.” You whimper, and he stands as the ambulance rumbles into motion and presses a kiss to your forehead,

“Never.” He says and knows deep in his soul that he means it.

Because he loves you too much to let you go.

#sean renard x reader #renard x reader #grimm x reader #nbc grimm #sean renard #sean renard grimm #grimm sean renard #grimm #fairy writes

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rebelliousstories · 1 month

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Seaside Wedding

Relationship: Sean Renard x Reader

Fandom: Grimm

Request: Yes by @dd122004dd

Warnings: Brief Violence, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending

Word Count: 2,665

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

Sequel to: Tidal Wave

Summary: A joyous day full of love and celebration. However, not everything can sail smoothly for the group at the wedding of the century. At least for wesen.

Then the wedding was held with great pomp, but as the train came from the church, and passed with the torches before the hall, a very small ray of light fell upon the prince.

There was an air about today. An air of love and happiness that no one could dampen. Her hair had been carefully crafted to sit long on her shoulders, yet it was pulled away to highlight her face and the expertly done makeup. A long flowing gown decorated her body, pure white, and covered in lace. It was the wedding she had dreamed about for so long.

Six Months Ago…

“I’ve spent too long without you to waste anymore time.” Sean whispered as he held his lover’s hand on her hospital bed. She tried to complain and tell him that she did not need to be checked out by a doctor, but he insisted. Procuring a ring from his pants pocket, the only sign of his nerves getting the better of him was the trembling of his fingers as he held the box.

“I kept this, all these years, hoping that you would be able to wear it someday. But I can’t do this anymore. Will you marry me?” He opened the box to reveal a gorgeous ring. A beautiful Alexandrite ring, with swirls and smaller diamonds intertwined was presented to her. Letting out a small gasp, she barely registered Sean calling her name.

“Yes,” came her whisper. “Yes!” She screamed. Tackling her lover, he barely managed to keep them upright as she kept saying ‘yes’ underneath her breath. They stayed locked in that embrace for who knows how long, before finally deciding to separate to finally place the ring where it belonged. A kiss was shared between the couple as they realized what that meant, and where they were going.

Pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a door opening, the siren turned to face her bridesmaid that had helped so much for everything for the wedding. Rosalee. Dressed in a muted sea blue gown, the Fuchsbau came in with a gentle smile on her face.

“Hey there, Ms. Bride. Are you ready?” She asked,rubbing a calming hand over the woman’s shoulder.

“More than,” she replied, ”I’m so ready to just be married and be done with this. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that we get to have our fairytale wedding, but it’s so exhausting. I would’ve been just fine with a small backyard wedding. But leave it to Sean to pull out all the stops.” She tried to sound like she was complaining, but the smile on her face was a dead giveaway to her friend.

“Well, if you feel like running away dramatically from the alter, just let me know. I’ll pretend that we’re the ones getting married instead, as I proclaim my undying love for you.” Rosalee teased, earring a much needed laugh from the woman. The air already felt lighter and less nervous. Another knock pulled the woman from their giggle, and the perfectly styled hair of Portland’s Grimm peaked through.

“I thought you guys were having fun without me.” He said, walking into the room fully. Over the past six months, the Grimm and siren had gotten much closer as she became less afraid of the man.

“Oh no, we were just talking trash about you.” Rosalee jested, giving Nick a big hug as she turned to face the bride one last time.

“I’ll see you there.” The Fuchsbau reassured the Tödlicheslied, who was wringing her hands together. With one last smile, she left to join her own partner at the beginning of the aisle.

“You okay? Not having any second thoughts are you?” Nick teased, but lost his smile as the woman was still stuck fixated on something in her head.

“Hey,” he grasped her shoulders gently, “you’re going to be alright. You and Sean both deserve this.” Nick tried to reassure her, and finally got to see her eyes from where they were downcast.

“What if he doesn’t want to marry me? Or he realizes that he made a mistake down the road? I wouldn’t be able to live through that.” Her words struck Nick’s heart deep.

“Listen to me, that is not going to happen.” Nick started,and forced her to stare at him.

“Sean would move heaven and earth if it meant making you happy. He’d burn the world down so that you would be warm. I know him. He wouldn’t have any second thoughts about doing anything and everything to make sure that you were safe and sound. He’s not going to wake up one day and realize he doesn’t want to be married to you. Now, I just had to calm him down, I’d like to not have to calm both the groom and bride in the same evening.” The last admission caught her attention.

“Sean’s nervous? What does he have to be nervous about? He knows I love him.” It confused her.

“Because, even when you know that you love the other person with all your heart, and want to marry someone, there is always a little nagging voice worried about if they say no.” Nick trailed off his little speech, and looked like he was lost to a memory.

“Speaking from experience?” The Tödlicheslied asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “but, we’re not here for me. Now, are you ready? Cause Rosalee might be getting a wife today.” She laughed wholeheartedly, as Nick smiled and chuckled along.

“Oh you heard that, did you?” She asked, coming down off of her giggles.

“Oh yeah. I did. It’s fine. You will make a beautiful couple.” Another fit of giggles, before Nick turned and offered her his arm. They walked out, arm in arm, and saw Monroe right at the entrance to the aisle. He smiled at the wesen and Grimm, and sent a wink their way before he walked to his seat. Rosalee turned right as the music started, and looped her arm into her other one as they walked down the aisle. A memory struck the Tödlicheslied right at that moment, before she could see her fiancé waiting at the end.

Three Months Earlier…

“What kind of cake do you want?” She asked, turning towards her lover who sat at the kitchen counter.

“As long as we have German chocolate cake, I will be alright with anything you choose.” Sean contributed, shaking off her stare.

“You and your fancy cake. Fine. I’ll be good with chocolate. I would like to have some salted caramel cupcakes. Want to do the cake chocolate and cupcakes caramel?” Bringing over the books full of cake flavors, she set it down so that he could participate.

“That’s fine with me, ma sirène.” Sean turned and rested his hands on her waist to draw her in close. He pulled her in for a kiss, and was about to deepen it when she pulled away.

“I’ve still got to get to my dress fitting with the group.” But her fiancé was not hearing it.

“I’m sure you can reschedule.” He tried to convince her.

“Not if I want to get a dress from the designer you sent me to.” She teased, and began to pull away to go get ready for her day with friends.

“Get a mermaid cut.” Sean called, and was rewarded with a slipper being thrown in his direction without malice.

In the end, she did go with a mermaid style dress for her reception. But not for the ceremony. For the ceremony, the floor length lacy gown made her feel like a princess. A tiara secured the veil down the back of her head, as she finally got into view of her lover. He stood with such confidence, and such strength, it almost made her question whether Nick had been telling the truth. But as she got closer, she saw the little tell tale signs. His shifting hands and feet, the faintest hint of sweat at his brow. He was nervous.

It made her feel a little bit better to know that he was just as nervous as her. But as she walked down the aisle with her friends, her nerves slowed down. All she could think about was the fact that she was here, about to marry the love of her life, surrounded by their friends. Each shaking step made her come closer and closer to her fiancé, lit fire underneath her feet. She felt like she was walking on pins and needles just to get closer to him. When their hands finally joined, and Sean led her closer, she felt… weightless. Like nothing could hold her to the earth except her lover.

“You look gorgeous.” He whispered, letting his eyes rake over her figure once more.

“I could say the same. You look very handsome.” She replied, feeling her hands begin to shake in his grasp. The world faded away as she stood up there with her soon to be husband. Finally allowing herself to take him in, she noticed the navy blue suit stretching across his frame, and a sea blue tie pulling her eyes back towards his chest. She could just make out the golden chain and locket that was hidden underneath the white button down, and knew that it matched the silver chain against her chest. Sean squeezed her hands enough to get her attention again, and that is when she noticed that the officiant beside them was speaking.

“If anyone has any reason why these two may not be joined together in holy matrimony, please speak now or forever hold your peace.” A beat of silence. Her breath held itself in her chest. Renard’s eyes scanned the room.

“I object!” Gasps were heard across the room as people tried to locate where it came from. An older man and woman, along with a younger set of boys who were definitely adults. As she saw who it was, her breathing stopped.

“Dad?” She could place that booming voice, even after all these years. No longer the young girl she was twenty odd years ago, her parents were not at young either, nor her brothers. Her grip tightened on her fiancé’s hands with each step her family took closer.

“We thought we lost you.” Her mother breathed, with tears in her eyes and a shaky hand on her heart, and her eyes on her daughter.

“We thought you would have learned your lesson.” Her father leveled a glare at Sean, who had stepped halfway in front of his bride to shield her from the threat.

“What can I say, I’m stubborn.” Renard shot back at the man, who just kept getting closer and closer to her. She had yet to say anything in several minutes, and was trembling like a leaf in the wind.

“Sweetie, it’s time to come home.” He tried, extending a hand out to his daughter. But she remained frozen and silent, stuck at the side of her lover.

“Please, come home sweetheart. We missed you so much. We thought you were dead.” Her mother gave it a shot, but received the same reaction from her daughter. Her brothers were calling her name, but it was too much for her to focus on.

“You’re very good at acting. But I am staying here. I’m not going back.” Gone was the sympathetic, loving, and heartbroken parents and brothers. In their place, there was a chill that ran through the room; as if the whole room had been thrown into the deepest part of the ocean with no life raft.

“You’re coming home. Enough with this charade,” her eldest brother began, “you don’t belong here and you never will. Now let’s go.” He surged forward and nearly made it to the couple to grab her, had it not been for Sean stepping in and preventing him from touching his bride.

“You’re going to leave. Now.” Renard growled dangerously at the Tödlicheslied. He backed away with a smirk and his hands raised. Making his way back to his parents, there was another beat of silence, just before all hell broke loose.

“Gun!” Someone screamed. In an instant, her brother had pulled out a gun and aimed at the couple. However, every member of law enforcement had drawn their own weapons and now had them trained on the young man. He was sent flying to the ground while his gun was checked by a man on his back.

“You picked the wrong wedding to pull this at.” Hank handcuffed the man while Wu made sure the gun was cleared and safe. Together, the detective and sergeant escorted the family out of the ceremony, as they raised a fuss over their son being handcuffed. While Griffin and Wu waited for the car to roll up to take the man to the precinct, everyone holstered their weapons inside the building. Sean felt a little out of place as he elected to not have his weapon on him for his wedding, but was eternally grateful that Nick had his as he stood at his captain’s back.

“Well, that went well.” Burkhardt commented, as he turned back to the couple. The bride was still frozen in place, trying hard to process what had happened in such a short amount of time.

“Darling, are you alright? You’re not hurt, right?” Sean inquired as he scanned over his fiancé. Her eyes were still trained on the spot where her family was just at, but pulled them away when she felt her lover’s hand cup her cheek.

“You’re still here.” She said it with such an air of disbelief. It was then that Sean realized, she was living through the last time that this had happened. Where Sean was beaten to a bloody pulp, and she was taken away.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He reassured her, and brought her in for a tight hug. They both breathed a sigh of relief as they found themselves tangled with the other. A cleared throat brought them back to their wedding; the officiant standing and waiting patiently.

“Let’s get married.” She breathed finally. Feeling her lungs begin to work, they went through the rest of the ceremony without a hitch. The scare was over, and nothing was going to keep them from being married anymore.

Sean’s hands were slightly shaking when he slid the ring onto her finger, which made her feel better as her were as well. Words seemed to blur together as they said their vows, but two words stuck out.

“I do.” Sean said.

“I do.” She repeated.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Renard did not need another moment to think, before he grabbed his wife and brought her in for a loving kiss. Cheers and clapping became background noise as the couple shared their first married kiss. An hour later it felt like, they finally came back up for air. Sean leaned them both back up from their dipped position and walked down the aisle with his bride, hand in hand.

A little while later, the reception was in full swing. Music was raving, drinks were flowing, and everyone was in a blissful state of mind. Sitting at a table alone, the couple were enjoying watching their friends dance and make a fool of themselves together. Sean wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in closer than she already was.

“I love you, Mrs. Renard.” He spoke with such adoration in his gaze and tone.

“I love you as well, Mr. Renard.” She replied, and pulled her husband in for a kiss.

After all this time, being able to call the man ‘husband’, and the woman ‘wife’, was all they cared about. Her family being there may have thrown off the day a little bit, but nothing was going to get in the way of her being with her captain any longer.

#rebelliousstories #writing #grimm imagine #grimm #sean renard imagine #sean renard #sean renard x reader #nick burkhardt x reader #nick burkhardt #nick burkhardt imagine

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the-hinky-panda · 2 months

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The Drowning Kind Series

Title: The Drowning Kind

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x OFC (written as a reader)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You heard of the Portland Grimm and leave your fundamentalist group of naiads in Vancouver. You just wanted a safe fresh start; you didn't expect to fall in love with a royal hybrid police captain.

Part I

Part II

Part III

#sean renard x you #sean renard x reader #sean renard x ofc #captain sean renard x reader #captain sean renard x you #captain sean renard x ofc #sean renard fic #captain sean renard fic #grimm fic

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satanwritesfanfiction · 2 years

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Sean Renard x f!reader || Lingering choice ×SMUT×

Title: Lingering choice

Ship: Sean Renard x f!reader

Triggers: Smut, no bed, feelings, spanking

Characters: f!reader, Sean Renard

Wordcount: 2410

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Your bare feet moved across the cold floor, satin robe clinging to skin. Choices, that's all life was and you've definitely made some shitty ones, evident from your current living situation. The current lingering choice, however, was definitely on the stupid side. Stupid and cliche, he would never fall for it but even with this in mind, you searched the apartment for signs of life.

You found him hunched over his desk, still sporting a pristine suit despite the hour. His tie was loosened only slightly but other than that, perfectly how you'd picture him. You worried your lower lip, it was still a stupid idea. You stalked closer, footsteps alerting the man to your presence.

He said nothing at first which was slightly disappointing on your end. His eyes looked you up and down, making you feel a little open to interpretation until his attention fell back to his work scattered among multiple papers strewn across the desk.

"Did you need something?" Sean asked, voice even and seemingly disinterested in you.

It was an interesting way of phrasing it, you thought, you definitely had a need but whether he was willing to fulfill it remains to be seen. Under his protection and on his property, you had everything you could conceivably ask for and yet, you'd give away that protection in exchange for something more.. Primal, something only he could supply you with.

"Yes. " you stated firmly, as evenly as you could muster. The familiarity and awkwardness of the current situation mixing into an anxiety you rarely felt. The simple response lead him to glance back up at you as he waited for your demands but it wasn't something you'd like to put into words so clearly. So you moved onto the next stage of this stupid idea.

Your hands reached to the front of your body, fingers working the knot with precision and accuracy like you had done so many times before, the robe tumbling to the floor and pooling at your feet, leaving you only clad in your favorite pair of underwear.

His gaze lingered, you focused on your breathing under his scrutiny. Too much value derived from his acceptance you realized once again. He forced his eyes back to the papers in front of him, finger dragging over the edge of one in hopes to distract himself. "What do you think you're doing?"

You moved a few paces, standing in front of his desk now. He still had to feel something the way he allowed you things, the way you stayed, how he didn't immediately shut you down. A small smile lingering on the edge of your lips as you leaned over the table, propped up by your hands on it.

"Now, I thought the display was pretty obvious, Captain." you stated, emphasizing the last word.

He sighed as he got up from behind the desk, walking around the table so he was standing in front of you, hands placed on your shoulders when he spoke. "You don't want to go down that road again, (Y/n). You know what happened last time..."

You frowned for a moment, taking aback that he didn't immediately accept you serving yourself on a platter for him. You took a breath before looking up at him, taking his tie between your fingers. "That road.. Happens to hold my fondest memories." you responded, perhaps a little defensive. You looked down at where your fingers played with the tie before meeting his eyes again. "Do you regret it then?"

He took a breath. He knew it wasn't a good idea to encourage this line you were both treading and yet, he still lingered.

"No, but you know how it always ends. "

A small smile lingered on your lips, such power in knowing he didn't regret any moment you spent together, that in the end the good had to outweigh the bad. You bit into your lip as you fixed his tie.

"Worries for another time, Sean." you stated, taking firm hold of the tie and taking a seat on his desk, prompting him to follow as you did. "Tonight, I'm just asking you to fulfill a simple need. You can always say no... But you want to know what I think?" you said, spreading your legs a little so he could find his place between them. "I think you want this this just as much as I do."

A few seconds marched by, punctuated by the slam of your heart against your chest and for a moment you thought he might actually surprise you and walk away but then he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips firmly to yours. You smiled into the kiss briefly before diving back in, like being lost in the desert without knowing it to suddenly drowning, gasping for air in a sloppy display of teeth and tongue.

His mouth made a descent down your neck, open mouthed kisses on sensitive skin and you tilted your head back, allowing the man access to whatever he desired.

"This what you want?" he spoke against your skin, hand at the base of your neck and keeping you near him.

You bit into your lip only slightly. "You know what I want... But I'd say its a start. You know you don't have to hide it from me"

You felt him smile against your skin, feeling the change beneath his skin, hands slipping down your body and resting on your hips. "You're incorrigible... But I'll play."

The words barely left his lips before his grip tightened, flipping you over with such ease. Your legs buckled in the process, hitting the desk, a cry slipping past your lips. He pressed your chest into the desk by the hand that he slipped into your hair, scattered paper underneath you seemingly losing its value for the moment. You felt a firmness pressed to your backside as his free hand moved over your back gently and then it stopped just at the dip of your ass, the smack playing against the walls of his office.

You gasped at the contact, biting into your lip as you spread your legs a little more as you moved through the sting it caused. Another sharp smack landing against your skin, a sound slipping past your lips, feeling yourself get wet under his movements.

You anticipated another hit but instead his body moved away slightly so he could move your underwear to the side, pressing his thumb to your clit. He bent over you, clothed chest pressing to your back as he spoke, thumb flicking your clit.

"That a little better for you, sweetheart?" he murmured.

"Yes." you breathed under his ministrations.

His hand stopped moving against your lower region, planting another smack to your thigh. "You're going to have to be a little louder, princess."

You closed your eyes. "Yes, Sean." you cried out and bit into your lower lip..

"Good girl." he responded, tapping against your thigh twice before lifting himself from you. Both hands left your body but you didn't dare move, feeling his fingers slip into the hem of your panties before pulling down, slowly. You stepped out of the material when it pooled around your ankles. His hands covered your legs, spreading over your skin as they made their ascent up your legs until they lingered on your ass, a firm squeeze as he admired the view he had from his position.

He stood, running a single digit through your folds and gathering the wetness there before pushing it into you.

"You're wet." he hummed, pushing the digit in and out of your cunt. It was really not enough to cause sufficient friction but definitely enough to grate on your nerves which had your hips pushing pack on him. "A little needy today, aren't we?" he chuckled lightly.

He removed his finger from you, letting you know just how ready you were for him to take you when you felt the emptiness it left.

He pushed the digit into his mouth, humming at the taste of you. "The one thing you don't think about missing is taste and yet it persists."he stated, promptly followed by the sound of him unbuckling his pants.

You bit into your lip, fingers curling over the edge of the desk as you waited to be filled by one of the few people who really pushed you, who knew you. You spread your legs a little more when you felt his hand placed on your hip, feeling something warm and blunt pressed against your cunt. He ran his cock up and down your folds, grip on your hip tightening as he did before he bent over your body once more.

"Ask me nicely, (Y/n)." he whispered. "Beg if you really want it."

You wanted nothing more for him to plough himself into you, feel him stretch you and use you. You knew he'd give it to you, give into you.

"Please Sean." you whimpered almost pathetically with his cock resting against your entrance, so close to feeling full, so goddamn close to having the itch scratched. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

"That's a good girl." he responded, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder before standing up straight, one hand on your hip and the other on his hard cock as he pushed into you, achingly slow he pushed until he could no more and was buried fully inside your warmth. You sighed contently at the stretch as he stilled, body quickly giving way to the welcomed intrusion.

The first movement was shallow, front of your legs hitting against the desk but nonetheless, you gasped at the action. He repeated the action once more before moving in and out of you, picking up the pace with every thrust of his hips. He held your hips as he entered you over and over, sharp thrusts that beckoned your cries, his name lingering on your tongue as you craved more of him.

His hand left your hip, taking hold of your wrist and dragging it behind your back and keeping it there as he fucked into you. You could a feel a bruise was going to form at the front of your legs by the way he was pushing you against the desk, not at all an unwelcome thought, a reminder for a few days would be a nice gift to send you off with.

Your entire body was on fire by the time you felt your release fast approaching, shock waves pulsing through each time he'd bottom out.

"I'm close-" you cried out, walls fluttering around his cock. You tried holding on, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting him to pull out of your cunt just yet but it was really not up to you with the way he held your body, way he controlled the movement, the way his cock moved inside of you.

"Come for me, (Y/n)." he grunted, thrusts only slowing for two counts, one hand letting go of you to rub against your clit. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

Your release came fast after that, walls clenching around his cock, pleasure running through your body as you submitted to the feeling.

"That's it, sweetheart." he grunted though his pace didn't slow down. "So fucking tight." his hand landed against your thigh again, the sound reverberating as he sloppily thrusted into you until he stilled, pressed deep into your pulsing heat when he released with the sound of your name.

The sound of catching your breath lingered in the air as he filled you with his seed. You whimpered when he pulled out of you, a sudden emptiness as your combined liquids started leaking down your thigh. He turned you around so you were back to sitting on the desk, some of the paper underneath definitely needing to be trashed. You were clad in only your bra while he hadn't really physically removed any of his clothing. He removed some of the hair out of your face in a gentle gesture. It wasn't fair given the weakness it caused to your heart.

"I'll get something to clean you up." he spoke softly, all firmness gone from his voice and expression. His hands left you and he walked out of the room, returning after a few moments with a warm cloth. He pressed it to you, working gently against your sensitive cunt to clean all the remnants of the deed. You watched his face as you did, the thoughts the action brought had trapped you. Unresolved feelings and thoughts. You had some bold words to say before but now it felt stupid, especially how small and weak you felt for needing his approval, his attention, his care.

"Do you really think it all ends in tragedy for us?" you asked, voice hoarse.

His eyes met yours and expression looked more sad and then he sighed, his movements stopping as he regarded you. His eternal weakness. If only he could let go of the things you made him feel, of the attachment he has grown to crave.

He placed his hands on your thighs. "I think everything involving you is complicated."

You nodded, looking down. You couldn't really fault the man for the answer, just look at the current situation you got yourself in... Just look at every choice you made at every step. It couldn't be easy for him but it still brought a sting to your eyes knowing that even when he's forced into such close proximity, it all was still such a dead end.

He placed his hand under your chin, forcing your glassy eyes back up at him. "But I can admit, they're not without merit, (Y/n). I'd make the same mistakes again and again if only you asked me."

There was a moment of silence between you both as you looked into his eyes, wondering if it could be true, if you really deserved to ask that of him in the first place. He excited you and made you feel safe but could you hope?

You pressed forth, hand curling around the base of his neck as you pressed your lips to his, pushing your fears and hopes into that small action. Perhaps there wasn't any hope for people as convoluted and broken as this, maybe there was only heartache and destruction of self and each other, but he was still willing to live through that for a moment, regardless of cost. Perhaps that was enough.

#Grimm #sean renard #smut #satanwritesfanfiction #Wesen

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wikariusz · 1 year

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One shot for the @danielle-marie

I don't give the permission to copy my work

"The Choice "

When y/n came to her work she didn't except this to happen.

But let's start from the beginning.

Today was sunny day in Portland,birds sinning, nature seem so beautiful.Case from today was hard,rouge Wesen send by royal family killed a few people and it did bring trouble for her.

Y/n was Grimm,it shocked her and the family because she was a late bloomer.

"Y/n,please give this report to Capitan,thanks".Nick said as he was leaving.

Before he leave,y/n stopped him

"You acting strange,what up?".I asked intrigued

"Nothing,Monroe just asked me for advice with something".Nick left,and y/n cheek's redden at the mention of Monroe.Since she met him she had a little crush on him, but something was bothering her.And that something was her boss Sean Renard.

She also had crush on him,but she knew she couldn't act on it because that was her boss.

"Y/n could you come to my office "-y/n snapped out of her thoughts, she jumped when she heard her captain's voice.

In the office:

"Uh,sir i have the raport you wanted"Y/n still was surprised, because Sean rarely asked her to come to his office, since her and her brother found out the truth about their boss.

"I need to tell you something,and it's really importa.."He couldn't finish, because on y/n phone notification popped out .

"I'm soo sorry, I'm just gonna check,what this is about,ok?"y/n said out of breath.

"Ok,no problem"-y/n noticed that he seemed slightly irritated.

She almost dropped the phone when she noticed the message. It was a love confession.From Monroe .

"I'm I'm love with you. I don't want to be your best friend. I want to be your boyfriend and I want you to be my girlfriend. I wanna love you forever and grow old together and live happily ever after. I know you might not feel the same way but I want a date with you. I want one chance to take you out and show you what your worth"(I'm not the owner of the love confession)

Her chest started thundering in her,when she realized her crush liked her back.

"Can we go back to what i was gonna told you" For the second time that day, y/n was pulled out of her mind,by her boss,and her second crush.

"Yes,sir sorry".

"Like i was gonna tell you ,I Love You"

Y/n was shocked her crush liking her back but then she realise she had to chose.

Who will she chose?

#monroe x reader #monroe grimm #sean renard #sean renard x reader

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Ace of Clubs: Chapter VIII

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Canon violence (if any).

“Hey, I think I’m going to go back to my apartment and get the rest of my books and things.” I said over breakfast. It had been several days since I had come home from the hospital, and though I still felt horrible, I felt even more horrible just lying around.

“Isn’t it a little too early for that?” He frowned.

“I’ll be fine. That’s what they said to do at the hospital, right?”

“I’m sure they didn’t mean less than a week after you left.” He argued. “And you never made that follow up appointment.”

“Because I don’t need it.” I sighed.

“Well, I think you do.” He said, standing and gathering the now bare plates. “Besides, I don’t want you going back to your apartment alone.”

I smiled, knowing I won the argument. “I’ll have Nick with me, don’t worry.”

“Fine,” He agreed reluctantly. “Call me if you need me.” He shrugged on his jacket, picking up his briefcase by the door. He opened the door before pausing and turning back to me, a frown on his face. “Be careful.”

“Thanks for meeting me here Nick.”

"Yep. What's going on? I thought you already got all your things?"

"For the most part. I have some..Grimm things here. I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think I could store them in the trailer?" I asked. "It would just be until I can find another apartment. I just didn't want to drag all this around with me. If not, I totally understand-" I said quickly.

"No, that'll be fine." He reassured me, smiling. I nodded, climbing the steps carefully with Nick on my heels. I juggled the doorknob before unlocking the door, almost surprised to find it still locked.

"They really did a number on this place, didn't they?" Nick breathed out as he entered the room behind me.

"They did." I agreed, bits of broken glass crunching under my feet. I carefully picked one up, inspecting it for god knows what.

"Where are you staying?" Nick asked me suddenly.

I hesitated. "With uh..with Renard." I answered awkwardly. I wasn't sure why, exactly, but I had the feeling there was some kind of tension between the police captain and the grimm standing in front of me.

"With Renard?" He repeated cautiously.

"Yeah. Why?"

"He's a zauberbiest." He said in a flat tone.

"I'm well aware of that. Look, I don't know what's going on between everyone here but I don't want to get involved. I don't care." I added when he opened his mouth to say something. "All I know is I trust you, and I trust Renard; And really, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have known there was another grimm here at all. That's all I care to know."

He nodded briskly. "Fair enough. Just.." He paused when I glared at him. "Be careful, Ace."

"I will." I replied, bending down to pick up a box of books. Nick hurried to my side, gently shouldering me out of the way.

"Woah woah, I've got that."

"Thanks." I said appreciatively. I moved to pack another box, sliding it closer to the front door. I moved slowly and carefully, but I still felt my side and ribs twinge in pain every once in a while. I didn't dare to breathe deeply–or even normally–and so my breaths came in shallow little pants. I thought regretfully of the painkillers I had always been adamant against taking.

When I reached the trunk that specifically held my father's grimm things, I resisted the temptation to check in on it. It was held shut by a lock, and although I had the key strung sound my neck, I didn't dare to open it; I simply slid it into the living room and waited for Nick to return.

"I'll help with this one." I told him as he approached.

"You're still hurt." He argued.

"It's heavy."

"Even more reason you shouldn't be helping with this one."

"These are my father's things." I sighed. "Let me help. Just this one, I promise." He nodded hesitantly in understanding, settling onto the opposite side of the trunk. I did the same, noticing his concerned eyes watching me carefully. We shuffled awkwardly out the door, heaving it into the trunk of my car with a visible wince from me. He eyed me worriedly as I grit my teeth, but said nothing.

“Is that all?” He asked, trailing behind me back into the apartment and glancing around at the emptiness.

“That’s it.” I leaned against the wall and nodded. Fatigue dragged at my limbs, reminding me that I was still supposed to be recovering.

“You feeling alright?” He gave me a sideways glance.

“Yeah, why?”

“You don’t look like it.”

“Damn, thanks Nick.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m serious. You should be resting, it’s pretty soon for you to be up on your feet like this.”

“I know.” I waved him off, pushing off of the wall and staggering forward.

“I can take this back to the trailer myself, if you want to get some rest.”

“No, I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with.” I muttered, fiddling with the key in my pocket.

“The landlady was supposed to meet me here by now to take the key back.” I sighed in frustration.

“Do you want to wait for her?”

“Hell no, she was supposed to be here half an hour ago.” I paused. “Ah, fuck it.” I muttered, tossing the key onto the coffee table. “Good enough, let’s go.”

I pulled up beside Nick in the storage lot. I slumped into my seat briefly with a tired sigh before straightening up and pulling the door open when he came around to my window. He glanced at me, turning and unlocking the trailer. The door swung open behind him as he came back to meet me at the trunk of my car. I was already heaving a box into my arms, ignoring the dirty look he gave me. I dropped the box onto the floor of the trailer with a grunt.

“Where do you want me to put these?” I asked, wiping my hands off on my jeans.

“You can just stack them in that corner over there if you want.” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “Or you could unpack them, but I’m afraid we’re going to get everything mixed up.”

“True. I’ll just leave them in the boxes, I guess. You’re free to go through them if you want.” I offered. He nodded in thanks, climbing back out the door to retrieve the rest of the boxes. I brought in a couple more as well before I had to rest. My ribs were killing me. It felt like it was getting harder and harder to breathe. I tried to suck in a deep breath but whined quietly, a sharp, stabbing pain making me stop. I was suddenly aware of the warm burning sensation in my bicep as well. The wound must have re-opened. I cursed under my breath,

“Ready for the trunk?” Nick ducked inside the trailer.

“Yeah.” I said tautly, climbing to my feet with great effort. I didn’t miss Nick’s concerned glance as I stumbled past him. "Where do you want it?" I asked, fitting my hands underneath the opposite side.

"Just over by the boxes." He grunted. I grit my teeth as I felt the deep wound in my bicep tear as we shifted the weight of the trunk between us.

I couldn't hide the strangled noise of agony I made as we set the trunk down on the floor. I stumbled forward, my arms out to brace myself. Nick caught me before I could hit the floor, gently kneeling down with me and allowing me to lean back against the wall, panting. I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath hitching in my throat. I felt Nick rest his hand on my shoulder uncertainly. He drew back when I instinctively flinched against the wall, mumbling a sheepish apology.

"Do you need painkillers? I might have some ibuprofen in my car-" He began to offer.

"No. Just," I grit my teeth, sucking in a shaky breath and leaning my head back against the wall. "Just give me a second." I stayed this way for several moments, trying to calm my breathing and ignore the pain. Once I finally had myself back under control, I slowly drew in the deepest breath my rib cage would allow me.

"I'm good." I reassured him shakily, gathering my feet beneath me. He gave me a disbelieving look,but he didn't allow me to attempt to stand by myself. He gently slung my uninjured arm over his shoulder, staggering along with me to my car and helping me into the driver's seat at my insistence.

"I can drive you to Renard's, if you want. I'll bring your car back."

"I'll be fine." I insisted. He sighed, but didn't argue. "Text me when you get there, alright?"

"Yes mom." I huffed jokingly. He gave me a playful glare before waving and slamming his own car door shut.

A woged figure suddenly appeared behind Nick, in the backseat of his car.

“Nick!” I screamed at him. His head shot up from the steering wheel before he whipped around. The Hasslich lunged forward at him. He had already buckled his seatbelt, and he struggled to get it off. I raced to the driver side of his car, tugging on the door handle to no avail.

“Open it!” I shouted.

“I can’t!” He yelled out in reply, still struggling against the Hasslich. He somehow managed to hit the unlock button, and I fell back as the door swung open, gasping out in pain. I hastily struggled to my feet, staggering forward and grabbing Nick by his collar. I tugged him out of the car, sending both of us tumbling onto the ground. I balled up onto my side momentarily, white hot pain coursing through me.

“Ace run!”

“No, what do you mean-” I was cut off suddenly, a horrible sound of shock escaping my throat. Nick stood between me and the reaper as he yelled out the order, his back facing the horrible creature. Before he could turn back to it, the reaper extended its scythe. A strangled, desperate cry clawed its way up my throat, but it was no use. The grimm’s head fell to the ground, his body following a heartbeat later.

I woke up later that night, scrambling to my forearms and breathing heavily despite my body protesting. The now vague images of the dream flashed in front of me in the dark. A quiet noise of distress left my throat, and I fell back onto the mattress with a whimper. That felt entirely too real.

I suddenly reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for my phone in the dark. It fell onto the floor with a clatter and I cursed under my breath, leaning painfully over the edge of the bed. I needed confirmation. I just barely grasped it with my fingertips, pulling it towards me. I ignored the 5:27am on the lock screen, urgently swiping to my texts.

'I made it back alive.' My promised text to Nick from earlier read. 'Good.' Nick had replied less than a minute later.

I sighed in relief before flopping back onto the mattress. I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning quietly. It wasn’t unusual for me to be up around 6am, but I didn’t want to bother Renard; I had no idea what time he usually woke up. I’d be quiet, I told myself.

I swung my feet over the edge of the mattress carefully, hissing quietly in pain as my ribs protested. My head throbbed as I dressed and stumbled out of the room, down the hallway. I quietly opened and closed various cupboards in search of coffee. I couldn’t help but feel like I was intruding.

Once I found it, I quickly made a strong pot of it with Renard in mind. I sat at the counter tiredly, resting my head on my crossed arms and shutting my eyes with a shallow sigh.

“Ace?” A voice woke me. My head shot up to find Sean standing opposite of me by the counter with a concerned look on his face.

“Sorry. Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you-” I apologized hastily.

He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t. It’s seven am.” I looked to the clock on the stove. I straightened up in my seat,

“Oh. Well,” I paused awkwardly. “I made coffee. It’s strong.”

His face softened. “Thanks.” I rose to my feet, leaning against the countertop slightly.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee before pouring one for me as well.

“Thank you.” I said as he handed it to me, simultaneously avoiding the question. I sat at the counter opposite him. He gave me a quizzical glance, and I sighed in defeat before smiling half-heartedly. “I always wake up early.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie; it just wasn’t the full truth, I told myself.

“It didn’t look like it.” He sipped.

“Just tired.” I looked down into my cup, stirring it mindlessly. I could sense his skeptical gaze on me, but didn’t look up.

“You moved out of your old apartment yesterday.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yeah. There wasn’t much to move.” I said cautiously. I knew he would get on me for not resting. “Nick was there.”

“Mhm.” He uttered, narrowing his eyes at me over the cup.

“What?”

“Somehow I don’t believe that.”

“Nick did most of it. Happy?” I knew it was lighthearted on his end, but I couldn’t help myself from becoming defensive.

“Relax, Ace. I’m kidding.”

“I know.” I sighed. “I’m just not used to..” I hesitated, unable to find the right words. “..This whole thing.”

“Having to explain myself, someone caring, I don’t know.” I continued in frustration, downing the rest of my cup.

“Don’t worry about it.” He reassured me. I poured myself another cup of coffee, stirring the cup again. My attention was caught by my phone buzzing on the far side of the table. I reached over for it with a slight wince.

“Nick?” I asked, meeting Renard’s gaze before turning away. “What’s up?”

“You’re not going to believe what we found.”

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