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the-hinky-panda · 1 month

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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.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Matthew Keller, Wade Grey, John Nolan, and now Sean Renard?! 😍😍 GIRL, IT’S LIKE YOU’RE IN MY HEAD!!!!

If you do write for Sean, please could I request “keeping you down on your knees”

Thank you!!

Great minds, the two of us! Defo keep prompting for Sean and the others, I love writing them! So this ended up more Eric than Sean but it's Sean adjecent.

There’s blood in your mouth, you can taste the copper on your tongue as you spit burgundy onto the marble tiles beneath your knees. You have no idea where you are, only that you’re kneeling in front of Sean’s sociopathic brother. Your hands are secured behind your back, the steel cuffs digging into the flesh of your wrists, you try to wrench at them again but they hold firm, cold and unrelenting.

“You know, I don’t understand what my brother sees in you.” Eric drawls as he towers above you. He clasps your jaw between his fingers, the leather of his glove kissing your skin as he forces your head up to meet his gaze. “You aren’t even pretty.”

You bare your teeth as his thumb smears blood over the outline of your lips. He pulls his hand away just in time as you try to bite him, cackling as the hand on your shoulder yanks you back.

“Oh you’re spirited, I’ll give you that.” He smiles as he grasps your jaw again, harder this time, the tips of his fingers digging into your flesh. He leans in close, his mouth covering yours. You try to pull away but he holds you in place, biting down hard on your lower lip, the skin split beneath his teeth.

His mouth is bloody when he pulls away, crimson painting skin. His thumb traces over his lower lip, chasing away the stain before he tilts his head, surveying you with a renewed interest.

“Maybe I’ll keep you after all.”

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thekirbishow · 3 months

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Sean Renard is hot

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rebelliousstories · 1 month

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Lost To The Sea

Relationship: Sean Renard x Reader, Nick Burkhardt x Reader(Platonic)

Fandom: Grimm

Request: No

Warnings: Brief Strong Language, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2,633

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

Part 1: Tidal Wave // Part 2: Hearts of Sea Stone

Summary: It all comes to an end: Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.

“Now he is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes hang, and in whose hand I should like to lay my life's happiness. I will dare everything to win him and an immortal soul.”

Nick shot Hank a confused look as their captain raced out of the office. They had never seen him look in such a panic before.

“That does not look like a phone call I want to be on right now.” Hank joked, but Nick could just feel something was wrong.

“Yeah. No doubt.” He responded, his mind halfway elsewhere. Feeling something hit his shoulder, Burkhardt turned around and saw his partner looking at him with a weird expression.

“You okay man?” Griffin questioned, feeling the laughter leave his body. Nick pursed his lips and looked around to make sure they would not be over heard.

“Come with me.” He led his partner into the captain’s office and shut the doors behind him. Turning the shades down, Burkhardt let out a deep long sigh and placed his hands on his hips.

“Look, I found a wesen that used to know the captain. She makes these, crystals, in her tears. I don’t think she’s the one committing the murders, but she is definitely connected somehow.” He explained, watching as Henry took in this information.

“Okay. So what does that have to do with the captain now?” Henry inquired.

“I’ve got a feeling that this phone call was related to her.” Nick conceded. His gut was going off, and he did not like it.

Renard pulled up to the outside of the club that he had been at earlier that day. Trying the door, he found that it’s was unlocked. Already on high alert and anxious to see what he would find, he drew his weapon and marched back into the building. Clearing the doorway, he could see the light still on in her dressing room. Sean cleared the hallway, and quickly opened the door.

Inside, it caused him to drop his gun in shock. The inside of her dressing room was a mess. Clear evidence of a struggle, but the basin of water that had been knocked over caught his attention quickly. He recognized that this is what she had been collecting the crystals in while she was on land. Water was spilled all over the place, and several crystals were strewn about the room. The bowl was shattered, and he suspected that a good chunk of crystals were taken.

There was no way to call this in without explaining everything to his precinct. Sean felt conflicted. He did not even know where the mystery man had taken his lover. Pacing the room, he tried to look at this scene like a detective, like a police captain, but could only see it as a concerned partner. He realized he needed help, so Renard grabbed the phone out of his coat pocket, and kept his gun out just in case. Turning it on with his left hand, he raised it to the corresponding ear.

“Nick,” he started, “I’m sending you an address. I need some help.”

“Well, she put up a hell of a fight. That’s for sure.” Detective Burkhardt commented, looking the scene over with his partner and captain beside him.

“I can’t see anything past that. She was definitely talking to a male voice who was in the room with her. I had only left her alone for thirty minutes or so. How could he have gotten to her so fast and without me noticing?” Sean lamented, seating himself on one of her stools set up throughout the room. His toned was stressed to say the least, yet no one commented on it.

“Did you recognize the voice?” Hank questioned, but Renard shook his head.

“i don’t think she knew who it was either. Her tone didn’t sound-” he cut himself off with a sigh, “she didn’t sound like she knew him but I could hear the panic in her voice. She was so scared and was waiting for me to save her. I was just down the road.” He began again, and could not get the sound out of his ears.

“Is there anything about Tödlicheslied that would lend themselves to being kidnapped?” Nick asked, this time as a Grimm.

“Other than the obvious, not that I know of. They’re a secretive people. Only allowed to mate with other water wesen or risk ostrichization, that sort of thing. They don’t allow outsiders to learn about their species.” Sean explained, shaking his head as to how this could have happened.

“Only allowed to be with other water wesen? Could we be looking at a male naiad? You said that he knew who was on the phone, and who she was with last night. Is it possible that we’re looking for a naiad that wants to bring her back into the fold?” Nick offered. He watched his captain think about it for a moment, and all of the sudden, it was like a light bulb went off in his head.

“Tödlicheslied especially, but naiads as a whole have a tradition. A mating tradition during the full moon. They implement blood magic to bind them together. To separate or kill one, would harm or kill the other. If he’s a naiad looking to bring her back to their world, that could be what he’s planning.” Sean explained.

“Let me guess, the full moon is tonight?” Nick asked. Renard nodded.

“Looks like it’s gonna be a long night for us.” Henry replied, not feeling good about the night ahead.

“You don’t need to do this, you know? I can give you money if that’s what you want. You didn’t have to take me.” She begged as her hands were bound behind her to the chair she was placed in. The young man who was tying her up only chuckled as she struggled.

“I can’t take that chance Sirena. Besides,” he faced her once more, “I don’t want your money. I want you.” The crazed look in his eyes sent the woman shivering.

“What- w-what do you mean you want me?” Her question made the man stare at her.

“You left the clan. Maybe your family turned their backs on you, but I haven’t. And ever since learning how alike we are, I have realized that we were meant to be. Even if you think you like that zauberbiest.” He growled that last sentence, but it made her stomach drop.

“Have you been stalking me?” Yelled the frightened woman. Bad went to worst.

“Never mind that. And forget about him. After tonight, nothing else will matter.” He began to walk away, but stopped to hang up something shiny. A gorgeous multifaceted deep sea blue gown hung from a hanger on a metal pole. If she focused hard enough, she could hear the sound of water from wherever they were.

“What’s happening tonight?” A fearful question was asked. The man simply smiled, and stroked his fingers over the gown, seemingly in a daze. But when he turned to face her, she saw that he was completely present and in the moment.

“Our wedding, of course.” And with that, the man turned and left the Tödlicheslied, tied up, struggling, and afraid.

Hours had passed, and the members of the police force of Portland were no closer to finding the missing woman than when they started. They were all sat at their desks, chugging coffee, and stressing themselves to the max. There was only thirty minutes to nightfall, and the sun casted a beautiful glow inside the precinct.

“This just doesn’t make any sense. She didn’t have any enemies. We sorted through the fan mail she received, none of it was even close to this level of creepy. She’s just not here.” Nick struggled to find the words to respond to Hank’s observation. The Grimm cast his eyes towards his captain’s office to see the blinds still closed. He had no doubt that the man was sitting inside and beating himself up for something bad happening to her.

Nick suddenly stood up and walked into the office that was shut tight to the outside world. Inside, he found Sean sitting at his desk, a worried expression and fiddling with the locket that was placed back around his neck.

“You first found her on the Willamette, right?” He questioned, hearing Hank follow in behind him. Renard was pulled from his thoughts by the voice.

“That’s right.” He answered, sitting up to rest his elbows on the desk instead. His fingers still messed with the locket.

“Do you remember exactly where you first found her? If this guy knows that you mean something to her, he could know her from before she left the water.” Nick finished. Sean did not have to think long before remembering exactly where he first saw her.

“Of course I do.” He responded.

“Well, let’s go for a drive.” Nick ushered the other two men out of the office and into the detective’s car. The group of men made their way down town right as night fell, and each was immediately on edge as they watched the moon brighten with each passing second. Driving along the river, Sean looked out towards the water and surrounding area,just waiting to see something familiar.

“Stop the car.” Said he, suddenly. Griffin made the car jolt with how quickly he threw on the breaks, and let the captain race out to look around while he put the car in park. The two detectives got out and watched the man pace around with an affirmative look on his face.

“This is where I first met her. She had washed up on shore and, this is where I gave her my coat once she fully transformed into a more human like form.” Sean retraced his steps like he was reliving memories long since past.

“So, if he knows who you are, then he’d want to do this somewhere special. We need to find out if these building are inhabited.” Nick commented, however his plans were cut short by the sound of arguing and a woman’s scream.

It was her scream. In an instant, Sean had drawn his firearm and began to move towards the direction of the scream. His two detectives had followed after him shortly, also with their firearm’s drawn and down at their sides. They ran in a triangle formation and were prepared for the worst when they found out who that was screaming.

Rounding a corner, they were met with nothing. However, the slightest noise for behind them caused three guns and three flashlights to be pointed to a man and a woman on the edge near the river. That was definitely her, Sean’s lover. But the men still had no clue who the man was. He had grasped her tightly in front of his chest, and held a blade to her throat.

“Don’t come any closer!” The man yelled, but the police chief moved swiftly towards them.

“Put the woman down, and get on your knees. Hands behind your head.” Sean growled, watching the lady try and escape his grasp.

“You don’t understand. We’re going to be together forever. She shouldn’t be with you!” He screamed at the man, and he stopped.

“And why is that?” Renard never once lowered his gun.

“You’re a zauberbiest. You just manipulate everyone else to do your bidding and yet reap all the rewards. You don’t know a thing about us! Our people, our culture, our way of life.” He did not stop his speech.

“You know nothing and yet you wanna take her away from her people? I was there for her. Twenty-four lunar cycles she wailed for you. And I thought that if she had a friend, she could get over the stupid surface life she had. But she didn’t.” As if the words coming out of his mouth suddenly lit a spark underneath her, the Tödlicheslied’s eyes went wide, and she spoke for the first time.

“Ardalion? That’s you?” Her bafflement was clear in her voice as she stopped struggling for a moment. He smiled and looked proud of himself.

“Finally, you stop pretending not to know my name or who I am. Why don’t you tell your boyfriend how we met.” Ardalion’s voice growled on the word ‘boyfriend’ and he did not hide the look of disdain either. She struggled mentally for a moment before responding.

“You kept leaving me presents at my stage door. You-you followed me into my dressing room one evening to give me a bouquet of water lily’s.” She cried, starting to physically struggle once more. The man’s smile dropped.

“No. No, that’s not right at all. I came to visit you when your family kept you locked away. I was always to afraid to open the door and speak. But you and I were there, together, in that moment.” He lamented as she clearly did not remember the same instance that he did.

“Ardalion, let her go.” Nick spoke up, all the sudden. Said man was starting to chuckle, but it died in his throat as he saw the deep dark look on the man’s face.

“A Grimm.” Ardalion breathed out shakily. With a Grimm to his right, detective to his left, and a police captain that happened to be the woman’s boyfriend in front of him, the naiad felt he had no other option left. He tossed the bound woman into the water and followed her in. What he did not expect to happen was Sean tossing aside his gun and phone, and diving in after the two.

Nick and Hank kept their guns trained on the water and waited. Even with surrounding street lights and the moon, their visibility was not the best. Renard reached his lover who had fully transformed into her Tödlicheslieden form now that she was submerged in water, and hauled her away from the man. Leaving him alone for the time, Sean focused on getting her out of the water where he could tend to her bindings.

Coughing and sputtering, the couple landed on the shore line, where the two detectives had jumped in to help immediately. There was rummaging around on behalf of Sean as he dug into his coat. He procured a small glass vial, and dribbled the contents into his lover’s mouth. Her coughing slowed as her skin cleared from glorious and luminescent scales, to a normal flushed pink human tone. As her organs rearranged themselves, no one was watching the water. Renard was grabbed from behind and nearly rejoined the river below with Ardalion again had it not been for Hank grabbing his captain at the last second.

Hauling them both back up, Hank separated the two and allowed Nick to step in to work on the young man. Ardalion swung blindly at the Grimm, which he was able to doge with ease. Burkhardt wrapped around the back of him and dropped him to the ground, reached for his handcuffs, and grabbed his phone. The sound of Nick calling it in was white noise to Sean as he calmed down his lover.

“It’s okay. I’m here. Calm, and slow breathes. You’re alright.” She tried to follow his breathing, and ran her hands up and down his arms to try and ground herself. Now that she was free, and away, her brain could calm and right itself.

“Sean? You’re here.” She cried, throwing herself into her lover’s arms. They wrapped around her just as tightly as she did him.

“I’ll always come back for you.” He replied. Petting her soaking wet hair, Sean sent a grateful look towards his detectives, and just allowed himself to relish in his lover being safe and sound in his arms. Unharmed, and truly there.

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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Congrats on 800!!!!!!

Could you write Sean Renard with I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young?

I’LL BE GOOD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Grimm (NBC)

Pairing(s): Sean Renard x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young

Notes: MY FIRST GRIMM ASK, I’M SO PUMPED

Also, the reader is frequently described wearing suits, heels (once or twice), and masks. Such things (I think at least) are gender-neutral items of clothing.

Tags: possessive behavior (by Eric), use of Y/N (twice),

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He met you at a gala the city had roped him into. It took place in Portland, something hosted by the city that he had to attend. He was the Portland PD’s police captain, after all.

You were dressed in an all-white suit and trousers, the only pops of color being the blood-red rose pinned to your lapel and the glass of wine in your hand. The interesting part about you was that you wore an elaborate white mask decorated with rhinestones and silver accents. You were easily the most well-dressed person at the gala.

But initially, Sean paid you no mind.

There was no reason to, after all.

I thought I saw the devil, this morning

Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue

With the warning to help me see myself clearer

I never meant to start a fire

I never meant to make you bleed

I'll be a better man today

“Ah, my dearest brother.” Came a familiar voice, and Sean tensed. He knew that voice. Turning, he smiled that fake smile he reserved for his family at the sight of Eric. You were on his arm, hand holding onto his elbow delicately.

“Eric.” He said, forcing a pleasant tone into his voice. Best pretend he didn’t want his brother dead by his own hands.

“You haven’t met my Y/N, have you?” Eric continued, oblivious to Sean’s murderous intent.

Sean raised an eyebrow.

“Your?” He inquired, and Eric grinned that serpent grin of his.

“Of course. I own them, a gift from their family, really.” He said, and Sean noticed how you tensed. Eric saw as well,

“Oh, don’t get upset, pet. You know it’s true.”

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good

For all of the times that I never could

He saw you again in his office the day after the gala. He had been in the middle of paperwork when there was a knock on the door. Sergeant Drew Wu peeked his head in.

“Sir? There’s a Y/N L/N here to see you. They didn’t say what it was about, only that they wanted to see you.” He said, and Sean looked up from his papers. What did you want?

“Send them in.” He found himself saying, and Sergeant Wu nodded.

You were shown in a moment later. Again, you were dressed in a suit and mask. This time, it was a dark brown tweed suit with black shoes with a modest heel. Your mask was elaborate. This time, it was brown, with a matching maple leaf covering one eye.

“What can I help you with?” He asked, keeping it strictly business. It was best that way—no need to get things messier by interacting with the royal family any more than he had to.

“I want you to kill Eric.” You said, closing the office door behind you so you wouldn’t be interrupted.

So much for keeping things clean.

“And why should I do that?” He asked, though he really didn’t need a reason to consider it. He already had some sort of plan. Anything to keep him away from Nick Burkhardt. He couldn’t have him kidnapping the Grimm and messing up his plans.

“Because I can’t be trapped by him anymore.” You said, a note of desperation bleeding into your voice.

“I’ll consider it.” He said and felt his heart twang when you smiled.

My past has tasted bitter for years now

So I wield an iron fist

Grace is just weakness

Or so I've been told

I've been cold, I've been merciless

But the blood on my hands scares me to death

Maybe I'm waking up today

The next time he saw you, he met with Eric for dinner. It was more for diplomacy and to keep up appearances than anything. You were dressed in a black suit with gold butterfly designs and a beautiful golden mask with butterfly wings on either side of your eyes.

“Glad you could join us!” Eric grasped Sean’s arms and grinned. Always with that serpent grin of his. Like he knew something, others didn’t. You stood uncomfortably behind him, clasping your hands together as you nodded in greeting to Sean.

Dinner was awkward, to say the least. You ate silently, and Sean noticed that Eric had his hand on your knee the entire meal. Whether it was to keep you from speaking or not, he didn’t know. But he had a suspicion that you weren’t quiet of your own free will.

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

I'll be good, I'll be good

Sean managed to get you alone after Eric passed out on the couch from too much wine. You were in the kitchen, washing the dishes when Sean approached from behind. Perhaps it had been a mistake because you whirled the second you heard his footsteps and attempted to stab him with a kitchen knife.

When you realized it was him, your face twisted with remorse,

“I thought you were Eric.” You whispered, and he felt a pang of guilt. He hadn’t killed Eric yet, he needed more time, but it was clearly messing with you.

“He’ll be out of your way soon. I promise.” He said in return and again felt that twang in his heart as you smiled a sad sort of smile.

For all of the light that I shut out

For all of the innocent things that I doubt

For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears

For all of the things that I've done all these years

Yeah, for all of the sparks that I've stomped out

For all of the perfect things that I doubt

It wasn’t long before your relationship crossed the line between professional and personal, especially after Eric’s subsequent death. The moment you heard about the explosion that took Eric’s life, you wept tears of joy.

That was the first time you kissed him—in his office with the blinds drawn and the door shut.

When you realized what you had done, you attempted to flee, but Sean pulled you back in and kissed you again.

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good

For all of the times I never could

When Diana came into the picture, he thought for sure that you would leave him. Who would want a bastard prince that was half Zauberbiest? But instead, you drew him and Diana in closer, becoming something of a second (or third?) parent to the growing child.

You loved him, and that was more than he could ask for.

Ooh oh oh

For all of the times I never could

It was no secret that Sean Renard wasn’t a good man.

He manipulated people. He had people killed. He killed people himself.

It was no secret that Sean Renard wasn’t a good man.

But he was trying for you.

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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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youngststark · 2 years

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How come NO ONE made a "Lou Ransone x Reader" yet?! I have many ideas but I'm too lazy/depressed to write (resons why I haven't been using this tumblr very much)

COME ON GUYS, LET'S GIVE THIS MAN THE SPOTLIGHT HE DESERVES!

#sasha roiz #lou ransone #911 #detective lou ransone #911 fox #sean renard #captain sean renard #lou ransone x reader

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see-the-fandom-imagines · 5 years

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Send in Grimm requests, please!

Okay, guys, I know I always do this but I'm having a serious crush on Sean Renard. A serious one. So please send in Grimm requests! I know the fandom isn't as big as some others but come on you guys, I'm all in right now!

(I'm only in season 1 tho so pleeeaase no spoilers!)

#grimm #nick burkhardt #Monroe #grimm fanfiction #sean renard #captain sean renard #detective nick burkhardt #grimm imagine #sean renard x reader #grimm fandom #wesen #blutbader

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rckflg · 2 years

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

enjoy :) hope you like this free food

i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting

BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Stick Around - Sean Renard

Last one flopped hard but I wanted to write this trope with him so bad and I literally sat down and wrote this in an hour so I figured I may as well share it.

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Injury, blood, violence but it’s canon to the show. A bit ooc in my opinion (again)

Hurt/comfort, enemy to caretaker type beat, no usage of y/n, x gender neutral reader, x grimm reader !

Summary: Reader is a new grimm in Portland, tracking down a wesen who has left a trail of bodies in their wake. Despite what they do, they receive quite the unfriendly welcome from the police captain, who is unknowing of their intentions. Reader gets badly injured by the klaustreich and is forced to go to Sean Renard for safety.

Prompted by the classic and overused "I didn't know where else to go" trope.

I clutched my hand to my bleeding side, desperately putting pressure on the gunshot wound. I winced, feeling a burning sensation as the adrenaline started to fade from me, leaving me completely and utterly vulnerable to the pain that awaited me. I gripped my shirt hard, until it hurt my hand, still pushing against the injury while trying to find an outlet for the pain.

I bent down, grabbing the gun that the klaustreich had aimed at me with. I heard shuffling as she struggled to get up and I stood up, much too fast. My head spun and I stumbled against the brick wall behind me, one hand clutching the gun and the other pressed to my side, breathing heavily. I blinked hard in a desperate attempt to clear my vision as I heard more shuffling, and what sounded like dragging footsteps.

My breath quickened and I stumbled back in fear, my eyes barely focusing on her feline frame before she lunged at me, knocking the both of us to the ground with a grunt. The weapon flew out of my hand, skidding across the pavement. She fumbled, clawing at my face with vicious ferocity. I hissed in pain as I felt the sting of her claws, bringing my arms up to shield my face and letting my forearms bear the brunt of her attacks. She paused for a moment, her lips curled into a sneer. I seized the opportunity to wrench myself out away from her, rolling over onto my belly with a pained groan and fumbling for the gun, my fingers mere inches away from it.

My bloodied hand finally grasped the barrel, flipping it around and aiming it at the woman still clawing at my shoulders. She made a last-ditch effort dive, and I shot. I winced as she fell on me, pushing myself out from under her with my elbows. I could feel blood dripping down my arms, suddenly feeling woozy. I rolled onto my stomach again, shakily pushing myself onto my forearms before struggling to my feet. I leaned heavily against the wall, pressing my fevered cheek to the cool brick and gasping out labored breaths. I struggled to think straight.

I weighed my options, knowing I couldn't go to the hospital for my wounds. They would ask far too many questions, and I couldn't afford to get arrested. My apartment was far from within walking distance, and so was Rosalie's place. I slumped against the wall as I went over what options I, realistically, had. None, really. I groaned when another sharp pain coursed through my abdomen, pressing harder against the wound as my head spun helplessly. Another alternative appeared in my clouded mind, although not one I favored, but it was better than dying on the streets.

Or maybe I would be better off with the latter.

Sean Renard's condo was only a block away, within walking distance, even in my state. I could probably make it.

I pushed against the wall weakly, straightening my posture and stumbling forward. The rest of my walk there was a haze of pain and dizziness, though I remember a car honking at me as I crossed an intersection, headlights burning into my eyes as it came to an abrupt stop to avoided hitting me.

I stood across the street from the complex, leaning against a streetlight as I regained my composure. I knew I had to be let in, and I couldn't show up looking like I just murdered someone.

I winced, hissing in pain as I removed my jacket, tightening it around my waist to hopefully slow the bleeding. The more I thought about it, the worst of an idea this was becoming. I wiped my bloodied hands on my jeans and attempted to cross my arms to hide the claw marks the best I could. My breath hitched in my throat when the action pulled at the gaping wound on my stomach. I quickly put my arms back to my sides, one instinctively coming up to press against the injury.

I hesitated, once again glancing at the building and wondering if it was worth it. I knew he couldn't arrest me, not without people asking questions, but he could just as easily kill me and do away with the unwanted grimm.

"I may be a cop," He had threatened me. "But I can come back as a zauberbiest if you try anything."

I wasn't a bad grimm. I had tried to explain to him, but he wouldn't listen, growling out his threat in woge, before stalking off with a deathly glare. I didn't kill wesen just because they were wesen, I tried to make things right. I tried to reason with them, I only dealt with them if I absolutely had to. I didn't like unnecessary bloodshed.

Another wave of dizziness swept me up, making me stagger forward, falling onto my hands and knees with a bloody cough. My arms shook beneath me and my vision darkened and blurred, signaling I didn't have much time left. I carefully rose to my feet once the dizziness passed, my mind made up.

I stumbled across the street, not bothering with my appearance anymore. I felt my blood soaked shirt cling to my middle. I fell into the wall, pressing the comm with shaky hands. It took me a handful of tries to even hit the button, before I breathed out a shaky, "I'm here to see Sean Renard."

A man's voice crackled through. "Who is it?" His voice was cautious, I knew he could see me through some sort of security camera. I no doubt looked suspicious.

I hesitated. "Tell him it's the grimm."

"I'm going to need a name." He insisted.

"I don't have one. He doesn't know me by anything else." I snapped, dots starting to swim in my eyes. I blinked hard, leaning into the wall even more and pressing my face to the cool concrete. I sighed, the cold relieving the raging heat beneath my torn skin.

"Come in." The man said, the doors simultaneously clicking, signaling they were unlocked. I fumbled with the handle, staggering through and into the lobby. Lurching into the elevator, my hands hastily pressed the button with a '16' on it, before I slumped against the handrail, a hand resting wearily on my stomach.

My eyes fluttered shut, but I was thrown off balance when the elevator lurched to a stop, the 'ding' sounding and doors sliding open. I walked out into the hallway on weak legs, still clutching my injury. I found his door and paused, my hand poised to knock. A million second thoughts ran through my head, almost..afraid, now that I was here. Afraid of how he would react, and unsure if he would help me or not, or maybe even the opposite.

I was interrupted when my legs suddenly gave up, and I fell limply against his door with a light thud, the blackness becoming even more prominent in my vision. I struggled to push myself up, barely clinging onto the doorframe when the door opened, with an irritated and woged Renard behind it. A wave of fear crashed over me, causing me to stumble back unsteadily. I hunched into myself defensively, a trembling arm still curled around my waist. I was barely aware of the way blood had begun to soak through the shirt even more, enough to begin dripping through my fingers.

His eyes were cold and calculating as he took in my form - judging my condition, no doubt - before turning back to his human form. Probably once he realized I was far from being a threat. He took a step towards me and I immediately flinched back, wondering what the hell I was thinking when I thought this was a better option than dying on the street.

"I- I'm sorry," I gasped out painfully, struggling to stay conscious. "I didn't know where else to go." I trailed off, my eyelids became heavier by the second.

I forced them open again, before finally collapsing, groaning out weakly in pain as my limp form hit the floor. I rolled onto my side, hugging my middle desperately and gasping out quick, agonized pants. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep from crying out, before I saw him crouching in front of me, his hands hovering over me almost hesitantly.

“I’ll leave.” I groaned out, feebly pushing myself back with my arms. Once I had braced myself on my torn forearms, I struggled to make my weak legs work. They kicked at the ground uselessly instead of what I wanted them to do. I fell back to the floor with a whimper, breathing unsteadily, my eyes glossed over in fear and pain. I saw his now concerned face inches from mine, but my brain didn’t register it. I shut my eyes tightly, my limp hand coming up to rest on my stomach in a last attempt to shield myself. My sharp gasps of air had become more spaced out, and my head was concerningly light.

I whimpered when large hands pressed forcefully against my wound, the agonizing pressure forcing me back to reality,

“Stop,” I whined, clawing weakly against his hands and kicking my legs in protest.

"Please." I coughed, blood bubbling up in my throat. The taste of the rusty liquid on my tongue caused me to gag, and I flailed against his hold to right myself as I felt like I was beginning to drown in my own blood. He helped me to turn over, but still held me against him, his arms wrapped around my middle, still applying pressure to the gunshot wound in my abdomen as my body was wracked with bloody coughs.

Even as the coughing fit faded, I layed limply against him, exhausted and gasping for breath. My body still trembled as I curled into him. I was freezing. I didn't care at this point, I only wanted warmth and comfort. I felt his arms wrap around me tighter, and I wasn't sure if I should be reassured or even more scared.

Once I had caught my breath, I began to struggle onto all fours. He let me this time, eyeing me cautiously. My arms shook, but I managed to haul myself into a sitting position, slumping against the wall and watching him through half-lidded eyes with a cautious, glassy gaze. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

I flinched back into the wall when he moved towards me again, curling an arm protectively around my waist, but made no move to get away from him. I didn't have the energy in me to fight him anymore.

"Come on." He muttered, looping an arm under the both of mine. I begrudgingly allowed him to help me to my feet, gritting my teeth to try and hide how much pain I was in. He helped me into his room, with me leaning heavily against him. He kicked the door shut behind us, guiding me over to the bed. He let me go carefully, making sure I didn't collapse as soon as I was without his support. Falling onto the edge of the bed, I blearily found myself cold without his body heat as he pulled away.

"I'll be right back." He said briskly, turning on his heel and leaving the room. I could hear the shuffling sounds of things in drawers and the slam of cabinets, coming from what I could assume to be the bathroom. I glanced around the room, my situation suddenly becoming all too real, I felt a faint rush of fear. Something-probably my grimm instincts- told me to get out of here. I was too weak to even get to my feet without collapsing, and so I sat there, fighting to stay awake and fighting against the panic that was slowly rising into my chest.

The police captain entered the room, then, carrying a first-aid kit in his hands. I tensed up, a jolt of pain coursing through me at the action, causing me to hunch over and squeeze my eyes shut, letting out a low whine. My head shot up in surprise when I felt the bed dip beside me. Renard had sat, his larger frame towering over me. He spread the various tools from the medkit out on the bed, and I grimaced at the sight, shuffling away. He glanced over at me, his eyes softer than they were before as he saw the panic in my own.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to patch you up." He reassured me, his eyes meeting mine. I forced myself to relax, soon finding my body slumping into his side weakly, his warmth a comforting distraction of my current situation.

I woke later, blinking my bleary eyes open. I groaned, turning onto my side, before I drew in a sharp breath of pain at a burning, tugging sensation in my stomach. Pressing a hand to my abdomen, I suddenly remembered everything. My head shot up, eyes darting around the room. They came to rest on a sleeping zauberbiest in a chair by the bed, his head slumped over on his shoulder and the first few buttons on his dress shirt undone. I fell back onto the pillows, attempting to control my breaths, which had started to become frantic and pained.

I inhaled a shaky breath, wincing when the action once again tugged at the stitches on my abdomen. I let my body relax limply into the mattress, an arm curled defensively around my middle, still. I sighed, my eyes fluttering shut as I began to drift off again.

I forced them open when I heard shuffling and a groan, Renard beginning to stir. I managed to prop myself on my elbow, watching him somewhat cautiously.

“You’re awake.” He groaned, stretching his legs out and folding his hands together before leaning forward.

“Yeah.” I mumbled, not exactly sure where we stood now that I had a somewhat clear mind.

“How do you feel?” He asked, his eyes flickering across my frame. I hesitated, just wanting to lie and get out of here.

“Better, thank you.” I settled for, not wanting to elaborate. “I need to get back.”

“Back to where?”

“My apartment.”

“I don’t think you’re in the best condition to be in such a hurry.” He frowned, watching as I struggled to push myself into a sitting position, pain evident on my face. “Let me help.”

“I’m fine.” I said tautly, finally sitting up, before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I groaned as my head pounded furiously at the movement, my vision swimming.

I gripped the sheets tightly in my fists, hunching over and squeezing my eyes shut. I jerked back when I felt a pair of hands rest on my shoulders, preventing me from standing. He was now standing in front of me, and I glared up at him.

“I’m not keeping you here against your will,” He said, his eyes softening once he saw the pain in my mine. “I just..care. It would be unwise for you to leave right now in your condition.”

“Care? Since when do zauberbiest care about grimms? I’m surprised you haven’t killed me yet.” I spat, but there was no venom in my words.

“Then why did you come here?” He sat back down in the chair, removing his hands from my shoulders. I hesitated, not even sure of the reason myself. It was an unconscious decision, I knew that much.

“I just needed somewhere safe to go.” I muttered.

“And you considered coming to me safe?” He gave me an amused look, a slight smile playing on his face.

“I told you, I had nowhere else to go.” I argued, but I knew I had lost the argument. He uttered out a hum. We sat in silence for a few moments, before I asked quietly, “What do you mean by you care?”

His eyes darted up to meet mine, unsure how to respond. “You’re a grimm.” He said simply. I looked at him questioningly, his answer only drawing up more questions. He sighed. “You’re a grimm that doesn’t kill wesen just because they’re wesen. I have a partner like that, you remind me of him.”

“How did you find that out? I tried to explain that to you before.”

“I’ve been..watching you.” He admitted. “With good reason,” He defended himself before I could accuse him of anything. “We already have a grimm here in Portland, I didn’t think we needed another one, I was going to scare you off.”

“So you want me to leave.” I said flatly. I hadn’t been planning to stick around anyway, I had only followed the klaustreich case here. I ended up renting an apartment by the week from some old lady, when I hadn’t been able to track down the klaustreich after a week and a half. I needed more privacy, somewhere I could spread out all my books and findings without having to worry about the hotel staff stumbling across it.

I never really stayed in one place too long, fate had had other plans for me once I had discovered I was a grimm. Since I started seeing the creatures, I had been on the move, only living in one area long enough to deal with the problem. Then I was onto the next.

It was both out of will and necessity that I did this. I had quite a few nasty groups after me, so I couldn't really afford to stay in one place that long anyway. It never bothered me too much, I was never exactly welcomed with open arms, and I was almost always more than glad to be leaving.

"I wanted you to leave." He corrected me. "But..maybe we could use another grimm in Portland, if you're up for it?"

I hesitated. I had come to trust him in the past couple of hours, and trust that he had no intentions of harming me, at least not yet, but this was touching on an entirely different matter.

"I don't know if that would be a good idea." I said cautiously.

"Why not?"

"I don't think I'm the grimm you want hanging around here." I smiled weakly. "I'll bring more problems than anything else."

He understood immediately. "Our own resident grimm, Nick Burkhardt, I'm sure you've heard of him, has plenty of bounties on his head as well. We'll protect you as we do with him. I will." He reassured me, his hand reaching out to rest comfortingly on mine.

His eyes only convinced me further, the soft look and sudden emotion in them further solidifying my decision. I had the possibility to settle down here. Maybe I wasn't meant to be on the run for the rest of my life after all.

"I guess I could stick around."

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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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Adding to Ask List: Sean Renard (Grimm)

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

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underatedcharactersunite · 4 years

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Hi! I'd like to request smut of Captain Sean Renard x reader please ❤ From the show 'Grimm'

Hey Sweet! I need more information than this to be able to complete your request! 😀

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A Grimm Mistake

Relationship: Sean Renard x Reader

Fandom: Grimm

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Brief Strong Language, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending

Word Count: 4,004

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

Summary: What lengths would you go to protect your love?

“They dared no longer hide the truth from her, but said it was the will of Heaven,”

Rolling over in bed, the shrill ring of her phone made her groan.

“Burkhardt.” She answered.

“Hey sis,” her brother started, “sorry to wake you, but I’ve got a weird case that I need your language expertise on.” He finished.

“Official or unofficial?” She asked, already making her way to the bathroom to start her shower.

“I put in the request for official help, but there will definitely be some unofficial business to attend to.” Breathing a deep sigh, she nodded. Her brother had kind of trapped her if she wanted to say no.

“Alright. I’ll be at your precinct in an hour.” Hanging up the phone, she checked the time. 6:30 AM. This was far too early. Hands wrapped around her waist and drew her into a firm toned chest.

“It’s not often that I’m the one left in bed alone.” Letting out a chuckle, she turned around and kissed her lover firmly. They had yet to brush their teeth this morning, but neither cared too much.

“Oh, yes. You and your many lovers now. Those poor women.” He laughed at her sarcastic remarks, and opened the door for the shower. They stepped in together and let the steam envelope them. As she began to wash, her lover seemed more preoccupied with kissing every inch of her skin that he could reach.

“Sean, I need to get going. My brother needs me. I’ve gotta get to your precinct in less than an hour.” She complained, swatting the man away as he kept trying to pull more kisses from her.

“I’m sure he’ll understand. Besides, I’m sure his boss will understand. I hear he’s a reasonable man to attractive young ladies.” Spinning her around, he managed to steal another kiss from her lips before she pushed him away.

“Seriously Sean. I need to be going!” She scolded him, and finishing washing herself. Slipping out of the shower, she winked to her lover that was leaning against the wall with a cocky smirk on his face.

He watched her walk out of the room before continuing to wash himself. How he got so lucky to be in love with a strong and determined woman? However, that was briefly tainted in his mind by the fact that he knew he was hiding something. But there was no reason he saw to tell her about him. His mind flooded with a whisper of red hair and Sean nearly sent his head into the wall with how much and fast he tried to clear his head.

“Sean,” she yelled, “I’m taking some of the cold brew coffee. You have an espresso on the counter and a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. Love you. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Thank you dear. I love you too,” he returned her call as he shut off the shower, “see you tonight. Be safe.” Renard listened to the front door close, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He considered climbing back into bed and getting some rest before he had to be up himself for work, but that was quickly dashed out in favor of answering the phone that was still in the bedside drawer. No number, per usual, greeted Sean as he sat down on the bed, with nothing more than a towel around his waist.

“Oui?”

Meanwhile, the female Burkhardt had arrived early at the police precinct with an email of assistance request for the captain to sign off on before she could get to work. Walking inside the busy building, it only took her a moment to locate her brother and his partner.

“Nicky!” She called, joyously going up to and embracing the man. Nick wrapped his arms around his sister in return.

“Hey thirteen.” He chuckled as the woman hit his back playfully, and disengaged to embrace the other man at the desks.

“Hey Hank.” Her smile winded as the man squeezed her tightly.

“Hey cutie. Missed you around here.” Hank replied, and finally let the woman go. As if she had a lightbulb go off in her head, she shook the small box that was placed in her hands.

“Oh, here you guys go. I know for a fact that if you guys were in the office before me, you didn’t eat.” The two men smiled before tearing into the box, and gladly pulled out their treats.

“Donut man is the best in the biz, I swear. Thanks sis. Here, pull up a chair.” Nick motioned to an empty seat that she brought over.

“Bringing donuts to cops? What did you do this time, preferred Burkhardt?” A voice known as Wu piped up behind the trio. She smiled at the man and brought the box closer to the sergeant.

“I got the one you like.” She offered, and happily watched the man dig into the donut she had brought.

“Wait, ‘preferred Burkhardt’? What’s that supposed to mean Wu?” The other Burkhardt questioned, with a touch of frosting at the corner of his upturned lips. Wu took a moment to finish the bit he was currently on, and smiled at the detective.

“Simple. It means that i like your sister more than you.” And he walked away. Hank laughed with one of the Burkhardt siblings, and the other one was Nick who was now pouting in his chair with the last bit of his donut. But he straightened up when he saw a new man come into the precinct.

“Captain!” Nick called, catching the man’s attention. Trying not to turn around quickly, the female Burkhardt turned to face the police captain that was steadily approached the group. Their eyes locked on for a second before they both turned to Nick.

“Morning. This is the translator I was asking to request for my current case. My little sister.” He offered her name to the captain, like they had just met and were not tangled up in matching sheets last night. But she hit her brother with a scowl.

“We’re twins, you moron. I’m not your little sister.” She politely shook hands with Renard who watched in amusement at the interaction he was watching.

“You’re thirteen minutes younger, so yes. You’re my little twin sister.” Nick held a beaming grin on his face at his sister’s annoyance.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to have you helping us, Ms. Burkhardt. I imagine that you’ve already gotten conformation on the request?” Sean now turned to the male Burkhardt. He tried to keep his eyes from drifting over, but it happened a couple times against his will.

“Just waiting on your signature, captain.” He replied. Renard nodded, and dropped his eyes to the floor. Anywhere was better than looking directly at her. He marched off to his office to finish up the paperwork and get away from the woman. They still had yet to tell her brother, unsure of how he would take the news of his boss and his sister together.

“Wonder what he’s all weird about this morning. Usually he’s more professional.” Nick commented, watching the captain stalk away. His sister beside him just shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe it’s the charm I’ve got. Wu likes me more, so maybe your captain does too.” She teased, clapping her brother on the shoulder. They returned to the desk and waited for the email to come through before he could show her the evidence. A ping caught their attention, and they eagerly opened it.

“Looks like Agent Burkhardt is on the case as a consultant.” Nick proclaimed proudly to his sister.

“Let’s get this done. Hey, how’s Juliette doing? With the whole, you know, remembering thing?” She asked as her brother rummaged around for a file. He paused for a moment and felt himself stiffen under the question.

“She still doesn’t remember and I am now staying at Monroe’s.” Nick admitted quietly.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” She did not know what more she could say than that.

“It’s fine,” he brushed it off, “hey, how’s it going with your boyfriend that you refuse to introduce me to?” Now it was her turn to stiffen.

“He’s good. He’s been a little distant lately, but I think it might be the work he’s doing. Other than that, he’s good.” It almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself, as Nick raised an eyebrow while he passed her the file.

“You sure about that? Do I need to have a talk with Mr. Law Enforcement?” He teased, and laughed as he dodged a swat from his sister.

“If anyone is gonna be beating someone up, I’m definitely joining.” Hank commented, coming back in with another thing of coffee.

“No one is beating anyone up.” Came her squeak as Hank ruffled her hair.

“Who are we not beating up?” Wu joined in. She let out a frustrated sigh.

“No one. No one is beating no one up.” She tried to turn to the file.

“Her boyfriend she refuses to introduce me to.” Nick replied, and laughed at the way she blushed with her nose in the file.

“Oh I’m free tonight or next Wednesday. So let’s pick a time that I can join.” Wu stated, and walked away with a smile on his face.

“Okay, okay. We should probably get down to business. I mean, we have plenty more time to tease your sister.” Hank saved the female from the relentless teasing. She sent an appreciative smile towards the man, and tried to understand her work in front of her.

“So this is a lot of Russian it looks like. Obviously a very well read man but it’s an odd combination.” She commented, and grabbed a scrap piece of paper off of her brother’s desk along with a pen as she began to transcribe the writings in the photos that she saw. The bloodied messages were beautiful, which was the conundrum as to why they were written in blood.

“What did you find?” Nick over his sister’s shoulder, and tried to see what she saw.

“These phrases, they’re all about heaven and God.” She held up the photo with a grease in Russian that he could not tell what it said.

“This phrase, the lord give the and the lord taketh away. Literally translates to God gave, and God took back. Where as this one,” she held up the next picture from the wall of the victim’s home, ”third times a charm. Literally, God likes trinity.” She finished with her explanation.

“What about this one?” Nick pointed at the last photo. Her face did not show much enthusiasm.

“God marks the crook.” Came her solemn phrase. The three breathed deep sighs.

“So could we be looking at a vigilante with a religious streak? There were three victims in the house. Maybe he thinks that he was marking the crook.” The male Burkhardt thought aloud.

“So we need to find someone proficient in Russian, has some sort of ties to religion, and likes three’s. Shouldn’t be too hard.” Hank piped up finally.

The trio sat to work, burying themselves in what they could find, entirely unaware of the eyes that were watching them from an office. Sean’s yes kept drifting in between the two Burkhardts, and felt the overwhelming urge to march out of there. But he forced himself to remain in his seat and work. The flashes of last night and this morning were marred with streaks of red hair and brown eyes, which kept coming back no matter how many times he tried to get rid of them. However, he could not focus too much longer, as the trio left together.

“I don’t even know where to start and we’re already hitting the books.” Hank complained as they settled into Aunt Marie’s trailer. Nick scoffed, already thumbing through the pages.

“I feel you. We should have gotten food.” He seconded his friend’s lament.

“I told you to stop but you said no.” His sister’s voice cut through the fog. Nick leveled a look she did not bother to look up to see. And with a jump, she stood and brought her book to her companions attention.

“Here we go. A Chelovekvolk. Literally translated to a wolf man, but it is interpreted as-”

“A werewolf. Wow. Out of all we’ve seen, never thought I’d be able to see one of these.” Nick cut her off and took a closer look to her book.

“Here,” she pointed to an entry, “Russia, 1918. Just after the Great War. ‘I have encountered such a baffling discovery. A true werewolf. Only this one does not require the full moon to transform, only itself. I waited in the snowy woodlands around his cabin for two days and two nights before I found that he was harboring a selection of young girls from the neighboring villages. I tried to dispatch him, but no matter how hard I hit him, he only seemed to become more enraged. In a desperate attempt for anything, I failed to notice his hands close around my neck, yet jumped back as soon as he did so. Burned into him was a perfect impression of my cross which had been gifted to me, made entirely of pure silver.’” She continued to read the page even with her brother butting in.

“So were to find a werewolf vigilante? This sounds like a comic book.” Hank joked, rubbing his eyes. Making their way out of the trailer, the trio stopped off for some food. Happily, with food now, they returned to the precinct to find whoever they were looking for. This was the difficult part, finding a way to make their Grimm knowledge helpful for their detective work. When they did it the other way around, having a suspect but not knowing what type of wesen it is, was always so much easier.

They stayed there until late, even later than their captain who had bid them a goodnight, and tried not let his eyes linger on the female Burkhardt for too long. Everyone was running on fumes at this point, with a box of pizza discarded and a few cups of coffee emptied. Leaning back in his seat, Nick yawned for the third time in five minutes.

“Alright. Let’s start fresh in the morning. We aren’t getting anything done like this.” Burkhardt commented, that his sister and partner seconded.

“Well, let’s go get some sleep. Goodnight boys.” Giving out hugs, and promising to see them in the morning, she made her way to her car. She grabbed some takeout on the way home, needing something to eat and knowing that Sean could never refuse the olive oil cake that the little Italian diner had. Making her way up to the condo, her expression hardened as she heard something roughing up inside. A tentative knock was given and the noises stopped.

“Sean, is that you?” She called, and waited for an answer.

“Yes.” He growled. His voice sounded deeper, almost like a- no. Sean was not a wesen. She would have seen it before had he been. Being a Grimm for almost twenty years, she did not get snuck up on anymore.

“Okay.” Her key fit through the hole, however a thud prevented her from opening it.

“No!” Sean roared, frightening her enough to make her take a few steps back.

“Sean, are you okay? Let me in.” She tried once more, and had to shove the door in order to get inside. What she saw was carnage. A vase was shattered, pictures were knocked over, the table by the front door had been lying on the floor face down. but her boyfriend refused to show her his face. All she saw was his back.

“Sean?” Reaching her hand out, she was amazed at the heat coming off of his skin. He reacted violently, turning his body more into himself than previously.

“Stop.” He let out another growl, and held his face in his hands.

“What aren’t you showing me? Are you hurt on your face?” She tried to spin him around, but Renard kept his feet planted firmly on the ground.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Came his whimper. He did not sound like the strong and confident man that she had fallen in love with.

“Sean, just let me see. It can’t be that bad.” Her attempts to turn him around were in vain.

“No. You wouldn’t understand it. I can’t control this right now. You need to leave.” Sean tried to stalk into the bedroom, but his lover followed him.

“I’m not leaving till I see your face. Did something happen?” She kept pushing but he did not allow her to get close again.

“You’ll hate me.” He whispered. It was so low that she thought he had not said anything for a minute, and simply thought that she had imagined it.

“How could I hate you for something you can’t control? I love you Sean. That’s not going to change.” She rested her hands against his back, and tried to move him once more. When she finally got him to turn, his face was perfectly fine. It confused her so much, and his voice when he spoke was different once more.

“I’m fine. See? No harm done.” He tried to reassure her, but she was confused.

“Why wouldn’t you show me your face?” She questioned, scanning over every inch of him now.

“It’s nothing. Let’s eat, okay?” Once more, Sean tried to steer them back towards the kitchen, but he was not having it.

“No. Why wouldn’t you show me? What wouldn’t you show me?” Her voice kept growing louder and louder with each demand.

“Darling, let’s just sit down and eat something. It’s been a long day for both of us. I know I’ve had a stressful day.” Renard’s pleas kept getting in the way of her demands as he tried to calm her down.

“What’re you trying so hard to hide?” She finally screamed, her back hitting the ledge of the counter. Sean felt like he was caught between a rock and a hard place with her. His mouth gaped open like a fish out of water as he struggled to find the right words to say.

“There’s something about me that, if you know, I’m afraid it will change how you look at me.” He admitted quietly. Having nowhere else to go, she allowed her lover to get closer and closer until he finally closed his hands around her that hung limply down.

“Well, I know for a fact you’ve never been to jail or prison. So what could you possibly have that would make me go away from you?” Her questions made Sean’s heart hurt in his chest.

“Just know that it’s still me, okay? But I can’t keep hiding this from you. Not with everything else that is going on in my life right now. This is just-” choking on his words, Sean suppressed the woge he felt coming. But her hands raised, and cupped his cheeks softly.

“Tell me right now, Sean. Or I’m walking out of that door.” Her threat sounded like a promise. Taking one last deep breath in, Renard tried to memorize her scent just in case. The smell of her perfume and her beautiful shampoo and conditioner. The same ones that laid in his bathroom right now. They could be gone in an instant. This instant. The man took one step back, and felt it come on. And he heard her shocked gasp.

Sean could feel his right eye and left side of his lips deform, and immediately felt shame. He was not often ashamed of his heritage, it came in handy more often than not, but right now; he detested himself with every ounce of his being. Shutting his eyes, Renard waited for the inevitable door to shut, and leave him alone. But it never came. The sound of footsteps drawing nearer to him almost made him want to open his eyes. His zauberbiest side felt like it was in danger with the Grimm in the room.

The shock of feeling her hands trace on his face made Sean flinch. Her delicate fingers ran over the deformed sides of his face, and he was now the one confused. Opening his eyes, he saw her before him, gazing at him in confusion but with an undertone of love.

“What are you?” She whispered. Her voice was so low that he almost missed it.

“Zauberbiest. Half, actually. It’s the male version of a hexenbiest.” Renard whispered back, keeping his hands down by his side.

“Why couldn’t I see you before?” Any other person would have questioned exactly what she meant, but not Sean.

“The other half of me is royal. And I have very good control over myself.” Shaking her head, she rested her hands against his cheeks and stared at him.

“And you know what I am?” It almost came out like a whimper from her.

“Yes.” He confirmed.

“Do you know about my brother?” Another question.

“Yes.” Another confirmation. She exalted a breath from her lungs, as if she had it knocked out of her.

“Does he know?” Her question came several minutes after Sean had spoken, but he shook his head.

“No. He doesn’t.” Feeling like he had proven his point, he forced the woge back underneath his skin. But she looked up even faster when he did so.

“Don’t hid yourself from me. Please?” She begged, thought neither one of them would acknowledge it. Renard laughed in disbelief as a smile spread across his perfect and normal features.

“You want to see that again? Why aren’t you running for the door or to take my head?” He questioned, finally raising his hands to rest on his lover’s hips.

“Because,” she began, running her fingers over where the marred skin had previously been, “you’re still my Sean. You knew exactly what I was when we began dating and didn’t run for the hills. So either you truly love me, or you’re using me.” She joked, and felt the face under her hands change.

“Which if you are using me and playing the long game, just gotta say, that’s impressive self control.” Sean let out a chuckle at that. He sent the biest back into its cage, and pressed a kiss to her head.

“Oh no. You’ve deduced my sinister plans already. I’ve got to find a new plan now.” He teased, and wrapped her in a hug that kept her tucked against his chest.

“That’s what I do. I ruin your plans.” She joked back,and pressed a kiss to his chest.

“Are we still good?” Renard asked once they had calmed down, and allowed a moment of silence.

“Yeah. We are.” She replied, feeling safe tucked into her man’s chest. However, her stomach chose to rumble at that moment, causing the pair to draw away from each other.

“I need food.” She giggled, and turned around to the takeout that was still on the counter. Having no remembrance of how it got placed there, she happily dug into her pasta and garlic knots that were now room temperature.

“Ah. I see someone decided to treat themselves to some Italian.” Sean commented, but was soon stunned into silence by the cake that was pressed into his hands.

“I got you your cake. Figured you had a bad day so I wanted to cheer you up.” She said, through bites of pasta and bread. He set down the cake and procured two forks while he waited for his lover to finish her meal. Having seemingly inhaled the food, it was only a few more minutes before she was wiping the last bits of sauce from her mouth and hands.

“Join me?” Sean asked, holding one of the forks out to her. She accepted and was pulled to the couch by the man. There they sat, a Grimm and a zauberbiest on the couch, eating a shared cake, and enjoying their company.

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imagineswarehouse-blog · 7 years

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Requested- Sean Renard x Reader.

Request: Anonymous- Hey! If it's not too much trouble, could I request a jealous/protective Renard?Maybe like the reader likes Renard but thinks he likes someone else/deserves better,so they back off and eventually try to move on with someone else (despite still loving renard) and he gets really jealous?Thank you so much ? ((sorry if that's too specific))

You flick through the files on your desk with your head resting on your hand. You sigh deeply and take a huge swig of coffee. You’re drumming your fingers on the table when your colleagues, Nick and Hank saunter in, dropping more files onto their desks.

“Tell me someone’s dead.” You beg, sitting up and staring intently at them.

They shake their heads.

“Sorry, (Y/N), your just gonna have to work your own case for now.” Hank chuckles.

“But nothing’s happening!” You whine.

“Cold case?” Nick asks.

“Insufficient evidence.” You answer, shaking your head.

You rub your temples in circles and groan.

“I’m gonna go find out what I can do.” You decide, standing and heading over to the Captain’s office.

You knock the door and when he invites you in, you get butterflies in your stomach.

“Captain? It’s me.” You say tentatively.

“Come in, (Y/N), shut the door.” He insisted.

When the door is closed, he stands up and leans on his desk, staring at you with a small smile on his face.

“Captain, my case is … well, um, nothing’s happening, I was just wondering what I could do to sort of … get the ball rolling I guess?” You explain.

He smiles at you and stands up straight.

“Go over the evidence, see if you can piece bits together. Who are your suspects?” He asks.

“Well, that’s the thing … I don’t have any. Well, except her husband but there’s not enough evidence against him … well, any.” You reply.

“Hmm … well, do you have tire treads? Shoe impressions? Fingerprints? A murder weapon?” He interrogates.

“Murder weapon was never found, but it was blunt force trauma, so there has to be one.” You tell him.

“Okay, well, investigate further, go back to the crime scene and really look. See if you can find the murder weapon. Check the victim and see if you can determine what was used to kill her-“ The phone on his desk suddenly rings.

“You’ll get it, just don’t give up.” He smiles, walking around to sit in his chair.

He answers the phone and you walk out of his office. You go to Nick’s desk and sit on the corner.

“You wanna help with my case?” You ask, beaming at him.

“What are you going to do?” He replies, grabbing his jacket.

“We’re going back to the crime scene. Hank, you coming?” You answer, heading out of the station with the guys.

You walk into the house of the victim and look around. You check every heavy looking item for blood spatter, every ornament, the tools in the shed outside and every room in the house.

“I can’t see any blood.” You sigh, coming down the stairs.

Just then, something catches your eye. You hurry faster down the stairs and notice a hole in the wall. You crouch down to investigate it and then, slowly, you turn around, straighten up and stare fixedly at the banister.

“I got a murder weapon!” You exclaim.

The guys come over to you. They move their eyes to look where you’re still staring.

“The banister?” Hank asks.

You nod.

“How are we going to take this back as evidence?” Nick inquired.

You pull out your phone and snap a picture of the blood on the banister.

Back at the station, you head straight to the Captain’s office and knock on the door. When he invites you in, you can barely contain your excitement.”

“Captain! We found out what the-“ You stop mid-sentence, noticing another person in the room.

She’s a tall woman, and she’s beautiful. Her long blonde hair falls past her shoulders and her blue eyes are bright and framed with soft makeup. Her lips are plump and full, and her clothes are all designer. Suddenly your mouth goes very dry.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” Captain Renard asks.

“Oh, uh, well, we found the murder weapon. Just thought you’d like to know.” You stammer, suddenly feeling intimidated.

“Excellent, well, just keep going with it. You’ll figure it out.” He tells you, smiling.

You nod and turn to leave. You head down to the morgue and check over the body with the Coroner, looking at the wound on the back of the victim’s head. You can now see exactly where her head had hit the banister. You head back up to your desk and pull up the victim’s husband’s profile.

You bring the husband in for interrogation. He puts on a brilliant grieving act, but within an hour, you manage to convict him of the crime and make the arrest. Whilst you’re filling out the paperwork, the Captain comes over to your desk.

“Did you figure it out?” He asks.

“Yeah. I made an arrest; it was the husband. I’m just doing the paperwork now.” You answer, not looking up.

He picks up on your tone and goes back to his office. You finish the paperwork and take it to his office. Waiting at the door, you turn and see a young man with dark hair and brown eyes. He notices you and smiles. You can’t help but smile back, and he doesn’t take his eyes off you as he walks out of the precinct.

“Come in.” Renard calls from the other side of the door.

You walk in and place the paperwork on his desk in front of him, turning to leave instantly.

“(Y/N)?” He calls after you.

You stiffen and turn back to him, a soft smile creeps onto your face.

“Captain?” You address politely.

“Well done. I knew you’d figure it out.” He says, smiling appreciatively.

You smile and nod once, turning and walking out of his office. As you’re walking out of the precinct, you feel a hand on your shoulder and turn around quickly.

“Hi.” The young man from earlier says, grinning.

“Oh. Hi. Do I know you?” You ask casually.

“You smiled at me earlier, was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch with me.” He invites.

“Sure. I’m starving.” You agree, walking out with him.

You go to a small café on a street corner and have a nice lunch and coffee. The guy tells you his name is Daniel and you tell him your name. You have a long, pleasant conversation and exchange numbers.

You both say goodbye and you head back to the station.

When you get there, Renard calls you into your office.

“Who was the guy you left with?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Just some guy. His name’s Daniel.” You answer stiffly.

“Did he tell you why he was in the Precinct?” He interrogates.

“Yeah, he did, actually. As I understand he was let go due to insufficient evidence … meaning no evidence.” You reply.

“He’s not-“ He starts, but you cut him off.

“Why do you care, Captain?” You ask, a little snappier than you mean to.

“Because I need you working on top form.” He snaps back.

As he says it, his eyes dart to the right and he runs his hand across the back of his neck. He’s lying.

You open the door to walk out, but he stops you.

Quietly, he says to you, “There’s nothing happening. Go home.”

You leave without a word, grab your jacket and get into your car.

When you get home, you put on your favourite song and get into a hot bath. You try to relax but your brain won’t shut off, so you get out of the bath and get dressed, drying your hair in record time and then you grab your phone. You sit for a while with his number on the screen, deciding whether or not you should call. Before you can overthink it too much, your phone rings in your hand.

“Hello?” You answer.

“(Y/N), it’s Daniel. What are you doing tonight?”

“Not a lot. Got no cases to work. Why? You feel like meeting up?”

“Well, maybe not quite so fancy, but I was wondering if you’d wanna come back to my place and order a pizza.”

You can practically hear the smile in his voice.

You think about it for a few seconds. Your mind goes to Renard and you quickly say, “Sure!”

He picks you up at seven and you head back to his place. He has a medium sized apartment and you can see that he’s made a small effort to clean up. Clothes are overflowing from the hamper and there’s still cleaning products out on the sides. You almost trip over the vacuum cord as you walk in.

“Sorry about the mess, I did try to clean the place up.” He says, smiling sheepishly.

You smile back and the two of you sit on the sofa together. A few hours pass and you eat pizza, talk, drink and talk some more. Before too long, he leans in and kisses you, and you kiss him back. When you pull away, he looks a little sad, but kind of laughs it off. You drink some more, but your mind keeps going back to Renard. Daniel sets his drink down on the table and you hold his face in your hands and kiss him forcefully, getting as close to him as possible. He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom.

The next morning, you sneak out of Daniel’s bed and hurry out of his apartment, heading back to your place. When you walk in, you glance in the small mirror on the wall by your door. You take a closer look at yourself and you gasp. Your makeup from last night is smeared all over your face and your hair is an untameable mess. You rush to get a shower and manage to smooth your hair down, but decide to throw it into a ponytail rather than dry it. You change in to work appropriate clothes and head out, rushing to the precinct.

The entire station is chaos when you get there, and you run to find Nick and Hank to find out what’s going on.

“Double homicide and attempted suicide, let’s go.” Hank says before you even ask.

“Should be quick.” You remark.

You head out with Nick and Hank and they take you to a small cottage. Outside, on the porch steps, a man is sitting with police officers. He’s pressing a towel to his neck and there’s ambulance crew all around. You walk over to him, leaving Nick and Hank to talk to the other cops.

“So, you killed who exactly?” You ask, standing over him.

He looks up at you with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“The man. He’s my wife’s boyfriend.” He answers, sobbing.

“You caught them together, killed them both, realized what you’d done & failed to kill yourself?” You guess.

He shakes his head.

“He came here, caught me with my wife, didn’t know she was married. He killed her, tried to kill me too, but I fought him and I killed him in self-defence.”

“Bull.” You say shortly.

“It’s true. Please, believe me.”

You arrest the husband for manslaughter. When you get back to the precinct, Daniel is waiting outside. You head over to him with a huge smile on your face.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You ask, leaning up to kiss him.

He pulls away from you. You’re confused, and apparently it shows on your face, because he suddenly looks very angry.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re screwing your Captain?” He spits.

“I … uh … what?!” You ask, shocked.

“Yeah, your boyfriend threatened me. So, thanks for that. Bye, (Y/N).” He snaps, storming off.

You rush into the precinct and straight into the Captain’s office without knocking.

“(Y/N), what are you-“ He starts.

“How dare you? You threatened the guy I was seeing! What is wrong with you?” You shout.

“He was brought in for questioning in a murder case. You wonder why I was concerned?” He asks.

“What is your game, Captain? I really can’t figure out what’s going on with you.” You demand.

“I care about you, okay?” He replies, starting to get angry.

“Oh, yeah, you care about how I do my job more like. Enough for you to destroy my happiness.” You turn to leave, but he grabs your arm.

He pulls you back and you turn around. Before you realise what’s happening, he kisses you forcefully, and you melt into it, kissing him back passionately. He pulls away at stares into your eyes.

“I was hoping to be your happiness.” He says, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

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The Drowning Kind: Part II

Title: The Drowning Kind

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

Rating: Explicit

There are two things that naiads are experts in: swimming and secrets.

When you first met Sean Renard, you immediately recognized a fellow secret keeper. Words were used sparsely and with the craft of saying enough but providing no actual information. It was a language that you spoke fluently and his presence soon became the closest thing you ever felt to being home. You didn’t think he felt the same way until you saw the red kayak on the river at ten o’clock at night two days after the close of the case you had offered assistance.

The late night rendezvous continued for the next two weeks, you floating alongside the boat while conversation flowed, still guarded but slowly unfurling tiny bits of information. You moved from Vancouver for a fresh start. His ancestry was old, traced back hundreds of years from Europe. You were living in a broken down house along the river because that was all you could afford. He was living in a penthouse in Portland. You had taught yourself how to read and write, your village not strong believers in their women being educated. He spoke five languages and had the best education money could buy.

Slowly, more valuable pieces started to become revealed. His hybrid heritage. Your disfigured hands and feet. His tiring game of playing both ends against the middle to protect the Portland Grimm. Your deep scars of a betrayal from someone you had trusted. He was searching for balance between the two worlds he represented. You were searching for the girl who had dreams and once believed that love was real.

So you found each other.

Due to the situation he found himself in, along with a diabolical brother who searched for leverage in every aspect of his life, you understood why this needed to stay a secret. For your protection and everyone else around you, no one could know that you had regained that tiny spark of hope that maybe love wasn’t a myth. You still weren’t convinced of what this was between you two but it was precious enough to protect. And you did, for the first time in a long time, feel truly protected. So you kept the secret.

“Where are we going?”

You glance over your shoulder. “What’s the matter, Sean? Don’t you trust me?”

The smile he gives you is sly, a subtle twist to the side of his mouth. “All I asked is what did you do today. Now you have me on one of the uninhabited islands in the middle of the river. I’m sure you can understand my unease.”

“I do,” you respond. Trust is hard for both of you after the lives you’ve lived. “It’s worth it, I promise.”

You found the abandoned fishing shack the same way you find everything, by accident. Growing up along riverbanks and on the edges of lakes in Vancouver, you had more of a need to know the flow of the water and the islands that got in the way of it. You were spending much of your free time learning the same thing here in Portland. That knowledge is what crossed your path with Detectives Burkhart and Griffin.

A group of college kids who had too much to drink had gone missing after an afternoon of tubing on the river. They unknowingly became prey for some rowdy wendigo and needed to be found ASAP. Burkhart had reached out to the naiad community in the harbor and you had wanted to show your worth to your new community. You didn’t expect to be the one to find them but you did, only one out of the group of seven fell victim to the wendigo. Now, you were the riverway consultant for the Portland PD.

After your maiming, you were still able to be useful.

The shack was falling down, abandoned for years. It didn’t take much to patch the small roof or replace the broken board walls. It was meant to be a shelter from the elements, nothing longstanding. There’s no electricity that runs into it so you have to get creative in how to fix it up. Abel and his daughters helped you out by using their fishing boat to bring a futon, small armchair, and a desk. You brought some of your books and candles. You pitched it to them as your retreat but your true intention is to share it with only one other person.

He takes in the ramshackle little hut with cautious curiosity. “Did you build this?”

“No, I’m not that talented.”

You push the door open hesitantly. You had already lit some of the candles, the soft glow flickering off the wooden walls and furniture. It actually looked more inviting than you thought it would. But then you remember the one time you visited his apartment in Portland. The large windows overlooking the city and river. The polished granite counters in the kitchen, the artwork that hung on the walls, and the bottle of wine he was there to pick up. All of it was worth more than anything you had ever seen before in your life. What were you thinking trying to pass this off as something special?

“I think it’s lovely.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. He’s patronizing you. Making the simple, little naiad believe she had done something magnificent when really he was laughing at you. Words are failing you and you silently stare at your feet until he nudges your shoulder playfully.

“You going to let me in? Because I really want to investigate something in there.”

You look around the space wondering what he could be talking about when he picks you up, your arms looping around his neck and your legs wrapping around his waist. You start to ask what it was he wanted to investigate when he takes the opportunity to kiss you. After a long day of not seeing each other, you easily give in to the familiar press of his lips against yours. You hear the door being kicked shut and feel yourself in freefall, stopped when you land on the futon.

“So,” you ask him from your sprawled position on the blankets, “what exactly did you want to investigate?”

He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. “I want to see if that futon can hold the both of us.”

You reach behind your back and untie the crocheted bikini top, tossing it on top of his discarded shirt. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare breasts and suddenly this rehabbed fishing hut doesn’t seem like such a silly secret after all.

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