Lost And Found Part 4 ~ Jughead X Reader

Lost and Found Part 4 ~ Jughead x reader

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Word count: 1,362

Warnings: none, I think

Summary:  The reader isn’t living with her parents any more and is looking for a place to crash. She meets Jughead.

A/N: This takes place during the first season, around episodes 4 to 7.

When I woke up the next morning I was lying in my sleeping bag in the small room under the stairs that Jughead occupied. Next to me I heard the slow and steady breathing of the aforementioned boy who was only partly covered by his own sleeping bag. He was still sleeping soundly, his hand was lying next to my body – stretched out like he was reaching out debating whether to connect it with my body. It took all my willpower from taking it into my smaller hand. After all I didn’t want to wake him from his peaceful slumber.

I enjoyed studying him in this state. I hadn’t seen him this relaxed before. He always wore that brooding look and the lost-in-thoughts frown of his. Turning onto my side so I was facing the boy beside me I continued observing him – he had such a gorgeous face, such enthralling jade green eyes and those cute little birthmarks that I adored. And not to forget/start on those strong lips? which were currently faintly turned upwards into a soft unconscious smile. Oh those kissable lips – they made my pulse speed up just by thinking of them and what they would feel like on mine. Oh god, I should stop thinking of him like this.

Man, I knew I had feelings of some sort for him but not like this. This was becoming far more than just a short lived crush on an attractive boy.

It couldn’t go on like this. I should leave. Today after school would probably be the best, but I couldn’t tell him. If I do he’ll try and persuade me to stay. If he does so my resilience would just crumble to dust. I didn’t want to hurt him. Presuming I stayed I wouldn’t only hurt myself by pining after him I would also hurt Jughead by sticking around him with all of my mess. I couldn’t and wouldn’t burden him with my emotional baggage. Even if it hurt him when I leave that pain will subside and it would be less painful than if I stayed.

So my decision was made. I would leave this evening after school, I would leave him a note on his sleeping bag in which I would apologize for not telling him in person and then I would slip into the most likely already dark evening and find somewhere to stay the night.

It was an hour since I walked out of the school building with all of my things. Wondering whether Jughead had already found my letter I rounded the next corner. What would he do when he had read  those handwritten words? Would he just ignore the fact that I left and confront me tomorrow in class? Or would he come looking for me? I was kinda hoping for the latter ‘cause in the dark and cold I started to regret my decision. Some fear started to rise in me especially now that I was on the south side of town.

I had never really been to the other side of the tracks. I grew up on the Northside, up until a while ago I had lived with a typical, happy white picket fence northsider family. This change in scenery originated from the fact that I needed a place to sleep. Lately I hadn’t seen any abandoned buildings around the Northside, I didn’t have any friends I could sleep over at and there was no way in hell I could afford to spend a night at one of the extremely fancy and expensive hotels.

So I had scratched all of the little money that I had left together and had gotten on my way to one of the cheap, dingy motels in the part of town that was despised by so many people.

From the distance the red neon sign of the motel was clearly visible, the parking lot beneath it empty. Just as I reached the parking lot I picked up quick footsteps behind me. My heart sped up. Please, don’t let it be one of the Serpents or even worse one of the Ghoulies. I wasn’t able to defend myself against one of the gang members.

“(Y/n)!”, I heard a familiar voice call my name. Stopping dead in my tracks I turned around and there he stood – Jughead – the only person I hoped to see. Out of breath he supported himself by hands on his knees, doubling over gasping for air. I stood there, observing him and waiting for his next move. I feared that if I made the first move I would make things awkward again, as at the moment I trusted neither my words nor my actions.

Finally able to breath air normally, Jughead walked over to me. “How did you find me?”, surprise filled my voice. “I just had a feeling”, he answered shortly taking a step closer. Scanning my face trying to figure out how and what I was feeling he then continued: “Why did you leave?”

It was such a simple question and I knew he was already aware of the reason but it was so much harder to say it to his face. Part of my brain wanted me to just run into his arms crying, apologizing and asking him for forgiveness. The stronger, more rational and less emotional thinking part of me immediately pushed that option away. “I’m sorry, but I had to – I still have to. You read the letter”, I broke the silence my eyes starting to tear up. Jughead’s gaze softened as he saw my teary state and he took a step towards me. Now there were only a few feet of empty space left between the two of us.

“You know it’s better for the both of us.” And with that I turned away walking towards the entrance of the reception area. I didn’t get very far. After a few steps I was stopped by a tug on my wrist. I turned around to Jughead and pulled my wrist from his grip.

“No, no I don’t know that”, he said determined. “Jug, I can’t.” I tried to leave again but like the first time the boy in front of me held me back. This time he held on tighter and I didn’t pull away. Looking up at him I saw his eyes big with plea.

“Please... please stay, stay for me.” His softly muttered words made my heart jump. Sighing I responded:  “I really don’t want to hurt you.” “You could never!” Looking nervously down at his feet he let go of my wrist and anxiously scratched the back of his neck before he continued with a whisper: “I... I love you, (Y/n).”

After those few words everything was silent. Jughead shyly looked up at me to see my reaction to those three meaningful words. I was shocked. Never had I expected – not even considered – that the boy I was crushing on might return those feelings. After a few seconds in silent shock a smile started to make its way onto my face and I carefully took Jughead’s hand into mine.

“Well... I don’t know what to say”, I told him softly. Jughead embarrassedly looked away. “I’m... I’m sorry I made this awkward but... but I had to tell you”, he said slowly pulling away but I held on to him which made him turn around to me again.

Now it was my turn to blush and be nervous. “You know what... I think I’m in love with you too.” With those words his eyes widened in surprise not having anticipated my response. Then a smile crept onto his face as he pulled me close.

He gently caressed my cheek with his hand making me blush even more. As I looked up at him I got lost in his beautiful green eyes that swallowed me like the waves of the ocean. He slowly leaned in. Closing my eyes I leaned in as well.

And we kissed under the moon and the stars – and yeah, under the red glow of the neon sign advertising a cheap room for the night.

I felt like I was lost but finally found.

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Lost and Found Part 2 ~ Jughead x reader

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 1,744

Warnings: none that I know of

Summary: The reader isn’t living with her parents any more and is looking for a place to crash. She meets Jughead. 

A/N: This takes place during the first season, around episodes 4 to 7.

Over the next few weeks the two of us avoided the other not sure what we thought of the other person’s presence. And every time we did coincidentally met the other we eyed him dis-trustingly and quickly carried on on our separate ways.

It was a late Sunday afternoon. The weather was already turning a little cooler – the end of summer in reach. I had decided to spend the day exploring the school and sketching. That was the reason why I was sitting on the edge of the flat roof of the school building.

My feet dangling in the air and the sun rays warmed my face. My hand moved swiftly over a page of my sketchbook, which was resting on my lap, depicting the landscape seen in front of me. Trees, the setting sun, a few houses. In simple moments like this I enjoyed life. Being alone, occupied with my own thoughts, doing what I loved – in my eyes that was the ideal way to spend my time. On days like this I didn’t have to spend my thoughts on problems and burdens.

The sudden squeak of the big metal door, that led onto the roof, tore me out of my pleasant daydreaming. I flinched and almost dropped my things. Turning around I saw Jughead standing in the door frame his laptop under his arm. “What are you doing here?” Standing up I collected my things, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was sketching. What about you?”.

Considering his options whether he should tell me his oh so mysterious secrets for a few moments he finally settled on sharing. “I’m writing a novel.” So that’s what he was doing when I saw him at the diner. I wondered what he was writing about, but I didn’t ask, not wanting to push the boundaries of this conversation and our ‘relationship’ - whatever exactly it was. “Well, have fun.” - Small talk never was my strong suit.

I walked past him – or at least intended to, but me being me I instead bumped into him, dropping some of my things one of them being my sketchbook. Falling to the floor it just had to open on the page with the pencil sketch of him. As quick as humanly possible I picked it up closing it. To my incredibly amazing luck he had of course still seen it. Just a quick glance being enough for his trained eyes. “What was that?”, he inquired. “Nothing”, I replied defensively. “Why did you sketch me?”

“You’re not the only one with secrets”, I said and rushed off not wanting to actually tell him the reason. Yeah sure, I liked to capture the mysterious and he was mysterious as hell, but I also had ulterior motives, that I didn’t even want to admit to myself. He was plain and simple beautiful and I might have some feelings – not anything big, let’s rather say interest – I had some interest in him and in his mysterious, secretive ways.

From that encounter onward we tolerated each other. We would spend time in the same room without running off, sitting on the roof top both of us searching for inspiration. Our behaviour grew less defensive and a little more trusting. I wouldn’t call ourselves friends, ‘cause there was no way we were that close, but if I had to put a label on this relationship it would most likely read ‘acquaintances’. While Jughead was still quite quiet, not overly friendly and on the fence, I started to really enjoy his presence even if it was just accompanied by silence.

Furthermore I actually started to find pleasure in bothering him, whether it was giving him weird nicknames or stealing his crown like beanie. The only thing I didn’t dare to mess with was his laptop and novel. The way he took it so seriously he might one day become some sort of professional writer. I loved annoying him for the confusion it caused him was just too hilarious.

Having fun bothering him meant popping up out of nowhere where ever he went.

So that was what I was doing when I walked into Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe one dreary evening. Greeting the waitress I ordered myself some dinner and walked over to Jughead who was more or less hiding behind his laptop monitor. Sliding into the booth so I sat across from him I cheerfully greeted him: “Hey there, mystery boy! How’s the novel going?”

Raising his eyes, looking at me sternly he then ignored me and continued writing his manuscript. Not being very bothered by his reaction or rather the lack there of, I proceeded talking about this, that and the other – about how my day was, about a new book I read, about the weird three-legged dog I saw on the way here. I talked about literally anything and everything hoping to spark a conversation – to no avail. Well, his loss, ‘cause I was an amazing conversational partner.

A few hours of one sided conversation later the two of us were ready to head ‘home’, walking side by side down the dark streets of Riverdale. “By the way”, I turned my head to the side to look at the slightly taller boy, who in turn looked at me. “I’m thinking of finding myself a new place to crash. The possibility of being noticed is to high if we both stay”, I carried on a hint of sadness laced into my voice. “Hey, you’ll finally be rid of me. Aren’t you happy?” Trying to lighten the mood I chuckle (not a fullhearted one) and elbowed his side. As oh so often Jughead stays quiet. Giving up to make him respond we continue to walk in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

Reaching the school building we had to climb up a tree and sneak in through a window on the first floor, that luckily someone had forgotten to close, as the entrance doors had been locked. “What an adventure!”, chuckling I finally broke the quiet that was slowly but surely growing a little awkward.

Thanks to the fact that he was taller than me Jughead’s steps too were somewhat longer than mine and I had to slightly pick up the speed of my steps to hold up with him. When we arrived at the staircase leading to the ground floor of course something had to happen that could literally only happen to me – I tripped over my own two feet. Naturally something like this had to occur to me, I was the clumsy one after all. Dropping things for no reason, running into people – things like that were more or less already a part of my daily routine.

Jughead, who was standing at the open spot where the stairs turned, turned around in surprise when he heard the surprised noise I made. Of course he would be surprised, stumbling over his own feet wasn’t something that was likely to ever happen to him. He always had a safe step, was agile like a cat never loosing his footing. Not only was he agile but he also had an air of elegance about him, the same that our feline friends have.

To my misfortune I wasn’t able to catch myself and stop myself from falling so I closed my eyes and braced myself for the unavoidable impact – a sharp pain I knew too well.

It wasn’t quite true that I never was noticed, most of the time I wasn’t noticed. But there were some off days when I actually was detected – well, never in a good way. Days when the jocks – Reggie and his bulldogs- seemed to be in the need to bother someone. I, for an instance, had been a target of their actions a few times mostly resulting in them violently shoving me to the floor.

The hard impact never seemed to come. Instead I felt something soft touch my face and something warm wrap around my waist. Opening my eyes again I look up and see Jughead’s beautiful face right in front of mine. Shocked I take a step back. Jughead who had caught me and whose arms still had a tight grip on my waist didn’t expect my move which ended up in both of us toppling over.

Luckily Jughead caught my fall again. He was sprawled out on the cold and grey PVC floor. I had landed on top of him.  Embarrassed about the position we were in and how close our faces were – only a few inches apart from each other – I buried my face in my (h/c) hair and pushed myself up on my arms.

In the meantime Jughead had propped himself up on his forearms. After muttering different versions of ‘I’m so sorry’ and ‘This is so embarrassing’ I finally brought up the courage to look at him again only to meet his mesmerizing eyes starring at me a hint of something I couldn’t quite comprehend in them.

His gaze shut me up mid sentence. Being this close to him, feeling the warmth that radiated off of him, his breath on my cheeks – not in a creepy, endangering way but in a very comforting one – all this caused my ‘interest’ to kick in. I felt the heat rush up to my face, blushing. My heart started thumping like I was running a marathon, my breath speeding up as well due to the close proximity.

For a second or so I thought I saw a light blush creep onto Jughead’s rather pale face but as soon as I blinked it was gone. It felt like we were sitting like that on the cold floor starring at each other for hours. In reality we probably only had been in this position for a few seconds. At that moment it seemed like the attractive boy was slowly but surely leaning into me causing my heart to beat faster and I collected up all of my courage and eliminated the distance between us by lightly pressing my lips to his warm ones.

But... he didn’t kiss back. Maybe it was because he was surprised by my reaction, surprised that I liked him back, maybe he didn’t like it – I don’t know what his reason was. The only thing I knew in that moment was that I was super embarrassed – it was so cliché – that I quickly pushed myself up off of the ground and rushed off.

Masterlist

I was inspired by the lovely @padfootagain and her Masterlist. Go check her out! Her fanfictions are amazing.

None of these images belong to me.

Jughead

Fight with a Snake

Lost and Found Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Sweet Pea

Bruised

Aramis

Just a casual affair

Strong and Desirable

An unforeseen rescue

The Seductive Power of an Honest Man

Will Scarlett

Rescue in a Heartbeat

Tincke

Still Standing

Floki

Ale and Dares

Louis Condé

Looking for a man

Five Hargreeves

The Fifth Musketeer

Monroe

Scary on the Outside but Soft on the Inside

Jamie Fraser

Scot in shining armour

Scary on the Outside but Soft on the Inside ~ Monroe x reader

Word count: 3,746

Warnings: swearing, violence, mention of abusive relationship

Summary: Nick and Monroe help the reader out of an abusive relationship.

A/N: Don’t get into cars with strangers!

Once upon a time, in a faraway city in the United States of America, there lived a cop. A cop with a gift – with the gift to see. And oh boy the things he saw.

After a long day of hard work Nick finally left the precinct. It was already dark and it was pouring when he walked down the steps and over the street. With hunched shoulders the Grimm made his way to his car. Just as he wanted to open his car door he heard a weird noise – it sounded like quiet sobbing. Nick looked up. There a few meters away he saw a young woman standing next to the door to an apartment block. She was completely soaked, her (f/c) dress clung to her skinny body. Her arms were tightly wrapped around her body trying to stop the shivering. (H/c) hair hung into her from crying and the cold reddened face.

Filled with worry Nick walked up to the girl. “Hey, are you okay?” “Not really.” “What happened? Can I help you in any way?” The girl sighed. “I really don’t want to bother you with any of this. It’s just... it’s just...” She started sobbing. “It’s just that I’ve lost m-my keys. A-and now I can’t get in ‘c-cause my b-boyfriend won’t let me in.” Sniffling the girl continued, “And now I don’t know what to do. I... I’ve been standing here for hours.”

“Well, your boyfriend sounds like a dick”, the Grimm replied. Nick started taking off his jacket. “What... what are you doing?”, the young woman stuttered. “Here, take this. You’re completely soaked.” He handed her the jacket. “Thanks a lot.” “Hey, this might sound creepy but... but would you like to come to my house, you could warm up and have dinner with me and my girlfriend. Being a cop I would feel horrible leaving you out here and my girlfriend won’t mind you coming over and staying the night.” “Well... I don’t have anywhere else to go so... okay”, the girl replied.

She hesitantly followed the Grimm to his car. While opening the passenger door for her he asked: “So what’s your name?” “Oh... I’m (Y/n) (L/n).” “Well, nice to meet you, I’m Nick Burkhardt”, he said closing the door for her

A few minutes later Nick lead (Y/n) up the steps to his front porch. The light turning on as he knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door was opened by Juliette. Her happy smile quickly turned into a look of pure confusion, her eyebrows knitted/knotted downwards, when she noticed the girl accompanying her boyfriend. Nick stepped forward, hugging Juliette and giving her a kiss.

“Hey Juliette! How was your day? This is (Y/n). I found her out in the rain.” The three of them stepped into the house while Nick was retelling the story.

“Oh god! What a dick! You know you are welcome to stay the night if you want to”, Juliette replied. “Thanks a lot. I would really like that”, (Y/n) answered gratefully. “Good, but first of all let’s get you dry”, the red haired woman continued cheerfully, “come with me.” Together the two women went upstairs. (Y/n) followed Juliette who showed her the shower. “Here are the towels and I’ll quickly bring you some fresh clothes. Mine should more or less fit you”, Juliette explained hurrying out of the bathroom and returning a few minutes later with some black, warm sweatpants and a purple long sleeved shirt in her arms.

“Here you go. I’ll be downstairs making dinner. If you need anything just call me”, the red haired woman said passing on the dry clothes. Leaving the room she closed the door behind her. As (Y/n) stepped into the shower she turned on the water. Sighing as the hot water met her bare skin, she was finally able to let go of all the fear and stress that the day had held for her.

Later that evening the three of them sat at the wooden dining table, a plate of spaghetti in front of each of them. After a few moments of eating in silence (Y/n) spoke up. “I can’t thank both of you enough for letting me stay the night and I truly hope that I am no burden to you.” “Of course not. We’re happy to have you”, Juliette replied with a kind smile. Setting his fork down Nick commenced talking : “I don’t want to intrude into your personal life, but may I ask you if your boyfriend is so horrible to you, why don’t you just leave him?” “Well”, the girl sighed and looked down at her plate. Looking up she continued telling the story. “He’s the only person I really know here. I don’t have any family or friends living close by. You know, I’m not originally from Portland, I was raised in (y/h/t). And with the job I have would never be able to afford an apartment.” “And why did you get together with him in the first place?” (Y/n) smiled dreamily while drifting off into the past. “He wasn’t always like that. He used to be so friendly. It was love at first sight.” Juliette gave the (h/c) haired beauty an understanding look.

When everyone was finished with eating and the dishes were in the dishwasher, the Grimm’s girlfriend showed their visitor the guest room. Getting some extra blankets and pillows and putting them into the arms of (Y/n), Juliette noticed a faint bruise the size of an apple just below the girl’s collar bone. “What happened?”, the red haired woman asked while nodding towards the discoloration. “Oh that”, the girl said shaking it off, “It’s nothing. I just fell down the stairs a few days ago.” “Well, I hope it doesn’t hurt too much”, with those words she turned to retire to bed.

Later on, lying in bed, the situation of their guest was still occupying the minds of the hosts. “What kind of person do you have to be to let such a petite girl alone in the rain?”, Juliette put an end to the silence. “Her life with him must’ve been hard.” Turning around in the cop’s arms so that she could look at him more easily, she worriedly asked: “Did you see the bruise on her chest?” “You think he hit her?” “I don’t know but I’m happy you found her.” With that the two of them finally fell asleep.

The next morning when Nick awoke he made his way downstairs. Passing the guest room, who’s door was open he saw the bed tidily made and the extra clothes nicely folded lying at the foot of the bed. He continued his journey to the kitchen where he found a note on the counter-top standing next to a pot of freshly made coffee.

Reading the note Nick started to smile and poured himself a cup of the pungent liquid. The message was from (Y/n) thanking them for letting her stay the night. As a sign of gratitude she made them breakfast. Just as the young man finished reading the last few words his girlfriend walked into the kitchen. Coming up from behind Juliette hugged Nick kissing him on the cheek. “What d’you got there?”, she questioned curiously. “It’s a note from (Y/n). She made us breakfast, which is keeping warm in the oven.” “Aww, that’s so sweet of her.”

A few days later Hank and Nick were once again busy with a suspicious case. “So, what do you think of this? Any Wesen that could fit the profile?”, Hank asked as he closed the passenger door of Nick’s Toyota. “Honestly... no idea”, the Grimm sighed, “but I’ll head back to the trailer later on. Wanna join me?” “Sure thing, anything to catch this killer.” The two of them walked towards the new crime scene surrounded by the typical yellow tape when a person that was walking in their direction caught Nick’s attention.

The girl was looking downwards, (h/c) hair hiding her face. The detective thought that she looking oddly familiar. As the girl came closer he recognized her. “(Y/n)? Is that you?”, he asked making the girl look up. It actually was (Y/n). She looked really sad and like she had been crying for a while, her eyes red and puffy. Nick could clearly see some quite horrible, blueish-greenish bruises that had formed on the delicate face, neck and even decolleté of the young woman.

As soon as (Y/n) laid her eyes on the familiar man her eyes started to tear up. Noticing this the Grimm quickly rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting way. “Oh god, what happened to you?” While crying onto his shirt she tried to explain it to him interrupted by a few more violent sobs. “It... it was him. It’s ne... never been this bad and this... time I just couldn’t stay... and... and I’ve been sleeping at work for the past few days but... my b... boss noticed and said I couldn’t sleep there any... anymore and I don’t know what to do!” At that last part the girl started to full out cry salty tears streaming down her beautiful, (s/c) cheeks.

Patting her on the back to calm her back down Nick replied: “Shh... shh... calm down. Everything is going to be fine. Shh.” He then hugged her once more tightly before he turned around to his colleague who had been watching the spectacle curiously from farther away. “Hank, carry on to the crime scene with out me. I have to get her home to Juliette!”

After Nick had brought the sobbing girl to his house, Juliette had patched her up and the two of them were sitting on the couch. (Y/n) was cuddled up in a comfy green blanket, her knees pulled up to her chest and a cup of steaming tea in her hands. After a few minutes of silence during which Juliette intently watched her guest, she spoke up. “So (Y/n), tell me about your boyfriend. How did you meet?”

Leaning back against the pillows the younger girl started to tell her story. “Well, Tray and I, we met at school, we shared some of the classes. It was love at first sight”, she sighed thinking of the wonderful time they had together, “We went on a lot of romantic dates – pick-nicks at the beach, candle light dinner, ice skating under the starry sky – and he was such a loving and caring guy. The both of us originally lived in (y/h/t) but Tray received an amazing job offer here in Portland, so we moved. The first few months everything was amazing, life in a big city was unknown and exiting to us.”

The girl’s face fell as she continued: “But then he lost his job. It was a horrible time for the both of us. I had to earn the money to pay all the costs, we had to move from our nice house to a tiny apartment.” (Y/n) inhaled deeply and then exhaled shakily trying to keep calm. “Tray started drinking a lot more frequently and after a while he often brought other women home. Most of the time I ignored them. He then started to act abusive towards me, hitting me, screaming at me.” At this point tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Juliette moved to pull her into a hug as (Y/n) sobbed out: “And the worse thing is that I can’t leave because I have no where to go!”

Meanwhile Nick had made his way to (Y/n)’s apartment. He stormed in finding her boyfriend sitting on the couch a beer in his hand and pointed his gun at him. This of course made him really angry and unfortunately and to Nick’s surprise he started to woge into a Siegbarste. “Don’t you dare move!” The mutual surprise that Nick was a Grimm was evident in Tray’s eyes but was quickly overshadowed by rage. Nick moved closer to the guy as he spoke furiously but still unusually calm. “Now listen closely, if you ever lay another hand on (Y/n) or any other girl for that matter in an abusive way I will know and I will come back and do what my ancestors would be proud of. So don’t you dare!” Leaving the threat hanging in air Nick left.

The next day the Grimm went over to his Wesen friend’s house. Nick and Monroe were standing in the tidy kitchen talking about the current case that the two detectives were working on. “Thanks, I’ll check that out.” Nick thanked his friend for his help and was about to turn away when he remembered something.

“By the way, I need to ask you for another favour.” “What?”, Monroe replied after sighing and rolling his eyes. “I need you to look after someone for me.” “Really? After what happened the last two times?”, the Blutbad replied surprised, “I don’t think I’m the right choice.” Monroe held his hands up apologetically and moved back a step.

“You’re the only choice. She’s a friend of mine... or rather an acquaintance. At the moment she has no place to stay ‘cause at the moment she shares an apartment with her abusive boyfriend”, Nick tried to convince his friend, then quickly added: “Who’s a Siegbarste by the way.”

At that comment his friend’s eyes widened in shock. “Really? You’re kidding me, right? A Siegbarste. Come on”, Monroe said disbelievingly. The cop tried to reason with him. “I can’t let her stay at Hank’s – he has no idea how to handle Wesen, and I have the feeling her boyfriend might come and look for her even though I warned him. She can’t stay at my place ‘cause I want to keep Juliette out of all of this.” “You still haven’t told her?”, the Blutbad asked. Nick nodded as a response. “Man, and now I have to deal with a Siegbarste.” “Please?”, the young man plead. Sighing Monroe replied: “OK, fine. But you owe me one!”

A few hours later that day Nick and (Y/n) stood on the porch of the blue house knocking on the door with the stained glass window. Shortly after the door was opened and Monroe welcomed them in, hugging Nick and politely shaking hands with (Y/n). “So... (Y/n), this is my friend Monroe”, the Grimm addressed the young woman pointing at the other male/man who had just closed the door behind them. “He has kindly agreed to let you spend a few nights here.”

“Thank you very much. It is very kind of you to let me stay”, she thanked smiling. Monroe who was a little struck by her beauty replied: “No problem, I’m happy I could help.” Taking her jacket and hanging it on a hook the Blutbad then showed his guest to the living room. “Make yourself at home. I still have to quickly discuss something with Nick and I’ll show you around afterwards.” (Y/n) nodded understandingly and then settled in on the sofa while the two men made their way into the neat little kitchen.

As soon as the two of them were out of hearing distance Monroe turned to look at his friend. “So you say she was hit by a Siegbarste?”, the brunette asked disbelievingly. “Yeah!” “Surprises me that someone that petite would survive those hits”, he remarked looking through the open kitchen door at the girl sitting on his sofa. Turning back to his companion he then let out a whisper. “So does she know about... you know? Does she know... about us?” “About Wesen? No”, Nick shook his head, “and I’d like to keep it that way. She’s been through enough lately without knowing.” “OK, good.”

After their short talk the cop quickly said his goodbyes and left.

The two of them spent the next hour touring the house and talking about the old clocks that Monroe had restored. “So, would you like a cup of tea?”, Monroe kindly asked his guest. “Yeah, sure”, (Y/n) answered happily. While Nick’s friend was busy in the kitchen making them a pot of tea, the young woman was setting a plate of cookies on the coffee table in the living room.

Just then the door bell rang. “I’ll go get it”, (Y/n) called out to her host? Walking towards the wooden door. But before she reached it the door was kicked open violently, broken parts of the door flying into the room, revealing a big muscular man – Tray, (Y/n)’s boyfriend – who was seething with anger. (Y/n) ran into the kitchen, pulling at Monroe’s beige knitted jacket. “It’s him! Help me! He’s here!”, she cried out terrified tears starting to pool in her beautiful eyes. Monroe couldn’t stand her looking like this and everyone who would cause this state on being.

That was when Tray came into the kitchen breaking some stuff on his way over. Stepping into the kitchen the burly man grabbed (Y/n)’s arm and forcefully pulled her towards him but before she was too close to him Monroe intervened by punching his opponent. This resulted in Tray loosening his grip on his ex-girlfriend, who Nick’s friend immediately pushed behind himself further into the kitchen.

Suddenly the intruder woged and turned into his true form as a Siegebarste. Seeing this elicited a noise of shock and fright out of the girl. Tray started attacking Monroe aggressively. As the Blutbad didn’t want to scare his guest he at first fought back in his human form. Obviously he stood no chance against the brute power and force of his taller opponent.

“Quick! Call Nick! The phone’s on the table”, he hurriedly advised (Y/n), who followed his orders. As soon as she heard the detective pick up on the other end she gushed: “He’s here! We need your help! Monroe’s fighting him!” “I’m on my way!”, was all she received as an answer before Nick hung up.

Right then a loud crash was heard caused by Monroe being thrown into a wooden table, which collapsed under the weight of the man. Now being as furious as Monroe was he as well woged. This caught Tray off-guard which the Blutbad used to his advantage by immediately throwing his rival across the room which resulted in a shelf with some cookbooks toppling to the floor.

That was when loud footsteps and car doors getting slammed was heard. Both Monroe and Tray turned back into their human forms just as a heavy armed police squad followed by Nick ran in through the broken door only a few pieces of wood still hanging from the hinges. While the rest of the police squad circled Tray, two officers tried to put him in handcuffs, but of course this didn’t go well and because of his Siegebarste nature Tray knocked them out cold with ease. One of the police men was quick-witted and shot him in the leg which resulted in him crumpling together, loosing his strength through the pain. Now they were able to put him in handcuffs and move the attacker out of the premises.

As the other police officers moved out of the house and left Nick stayed behind. The detective moved over to his friend and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I’m really sorry about this. I had hoped he wouldn’t find her. You are alright though?” “Yeah, Nick. I’m fine. Everything is fine”, the Blutbad answered exhausted. “Is she hurt?”, his friend inquired. “No”, Monroe shook his head, “she’s fine.”

Once Nick had left Monroe moved over to (Y/n) who was sitting on the couch staring into thin air. “Hey, I’m really sorry about what happened there. And I totally understand if you are scared of me because of what you’ve seen. I’ll ask Nick if you can stay at his place or maybe Hank’s”, he ended the silence a hint of sadness lacing itself into his voice.

“Hey, hey. Slow down. I’m fine with staying here.” “Really?” “Yeah! Now come here”, she assured him with a smile. (Y/n) stood up grabbing Monroe’s wrist and pushing him to sit on the sofa. “We gotta get you cleaned up.” “No. I’m fine. I can do it by myself”, he said and started to push himself up off of the chesterfield. “No!” The girl sternly looked at him making him sit back down.

She got up and went into the kitchen. Coming back with a clean and damp cloth she sat down on the coffee table in front of Monroe, one of his legs on either side of her. (Y/n) leaned forward wanting to dab his wounds but Monroe stopped her. “No, don’t do it. I know you’re scared of me! You don’t have to do this!” “Monroe! Stop defying me! I’m not scared of you!” She swatted his hand, that he had raised to interfere with her plan of helping him, away.

“You’re not?” “No, why should I?” “But... but... you saw me.” “Yeah. And?” The two of them went silent. Monroe stared at his guest filled with curiosity and surprise. (Y/n) turned her head away out of embarrassment. When she turned back she looked at the floor.

After a few seconds of debating she shyly looked back at the older man in front of her. “Can I...? Can I... maybe see you do that again?” “You sure?” “Yeah.” “Okay... uhm... remember this is just me and that I would never hurt you.” He took a deep breath and nervously muttered a ‘here goes nothing’ under his breath.

Then he woged.

At first (Y/n) moved back a little in surprise but then a big warm and friendly smile made its way onto her face. Leaning forward she carefully put her hand on Monroe’s furry cheek and quietly whispered: “You’re beautiful.” Without noticing the Blutbad turned back. His eyes were starting to water in appreciation. The two of them were only a few inches apart from each other. Their eyes were locked into each other. Monroe carefully put his big hand onto (Y/n)’s soft cheek making her lean downwards towards him. In seconds their lips were upon each other. At first the kiss was shy and gentle but it grew more and more passionate.

That night panting and howling was to be heard from the Blutbad’s house but not because of his true nature as a Wesen (if you know what I mean ;) ). And they lived happily ever after.

The End

A single oxide

You walk on the same street

Away from me merely a few feet

I reach out my hand

But you disappear

So close but yet so far

Soft waves of chestnut brown silk

That frame a face with skin pale as milk

Ice blur spheres that scan the crowd

While you smile your pretty smile so proud

I see you on the other side of the street

With your friends having a meet

My head in the clouds and always alone

I’m see-through - like a ghost to you

So close but yet so far

My heart jumps and flutters with love and happiness

But it aches and isn’t only full of bliss

Longing for him and his warmth next to my body

But he will never love me

In my thoughts I see you with another girl

Holding her hand, doing a twirl

Just her on your mind

Not a single thought for a girl like me

So close but yet so far.