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A Grimm Family and a Blutbad Bond Part 3 [Romance/Family/Drama] Nick/Monroe Holly Roddy Barry
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Part 3
"You're still trying to strike me, when the objective is to throw me." I caution Barry.
"I don't get this! What is the point of throwing your opponent, if they can get back up?" Barry exclaim weary.
Six weeks, many phone calls and constant ribbing from the boys about my "fan", found me practicing at the gym with Barry at midnight for our seventh session. After our first session, I had to start wearing wolfbane because Monroe freaked out and thought I was tracking Jagerbars without him. I don't think he believed me when I said wolfbane must be the main ingredient in my new deodorant.
The new distance I put between us felt, weird, almost alien but necessary. I rather die than to let my life put Monroe's new pack in jeopardy.
"Remember, the secret of aikido is to cultivate a spirit of loving protection for all things. The purpose of Aikido is to reduce harm to your opponent and yourself. So I want you to use my momentum against me, to connect our ki and throw me to the ground. Once you learn this technique it will be easier for you to understand how to control yourself around others and to use your strength for a purpose."
Barry rolls his eyes. "Yes Obi-wan, but what is the point of it all" he says sarcastically. I have never felt so bad for all the crap I put Aunt Marie through during my teenage years. I wonder how many times Aunt Marie had to hold herself back from flipping me over her shoulder?
"What do you mean, what is the point of it all, I'm teaching you what it means to be a warrior?"
"Really" He says star struck and humming the theme of Game of Thrones.
Give me strength. I rub my eyes and sigh.
It's been proven; I make a horrible mentor.
I gesture to Barry to sit down on the mat with me.
"Look I love video games and fantasy shows and movies about warriors and ancient times too. But when I say the word 'warrior', I'm not talking about Knight, horses and swords. Do you know the English definition for warrior?" I asked him.
He shakes his head.
"It means "someone willing to engage in battle"
"You don't say?" He says in mock awe "I thought it was someone who sold gingersnaps"
I punch his shoulder softly and continue. Despite the smart mouth I know he is listening.
"You asked me to teach you martial arts and that's what I am trying to do but the thing you have to understand is this, a warrior isn't define by the act of engaging in battles, they are define by why they would do such a stupid thing. I can teach you how to use pressure points and how to throw but if you want to take something away from all this, something profound and awe inspiring. I need you to start figuring out the purpose of our weekly meetings and to open yourself to different philosophies."
I point at his head. "You need to let this grow a little" Barry bit his lower lip.
"So why do you work in law enforcement?" Barry asked.
Quietly I can hear my fourteen-year-old self speak, after the body of the strange little girl from the park was discovered from the middle of the lake that summer. Hollows where brown eyes should have been.
"To protect the innocent," he whispers to my older self.
"To protect the innocent." I say softly to the young man. "Being a cop allows me to act on my desire to help those in need." I blush. "Sounds cheesy huh?" I blush again.
"Totally" he rolls his eyes. "But deep" he punches my shoulder. "And totally Grimm"
I laugh and cringe at his pun. We almost hug when a shiver runs through the both of us. Barry and I have made a strong effort to keep our relationship strictly mentor/protégé. Never eating together or grabbing drinks after the gym. We both jumped up after that, feeling slightly awkward.
"Ok Barry, let's refocus. When I rush you, I want you as the nage, to put one hand on my elbow and the other one on my wrist, putting pressure on the ulnar nerve on my wrist and throw me to the ground. I will use ukemi as I fall." I said as we both fall back into kata stances.
"Begin"
I found myself grinning as I felt his hands connect with my elbow and my body flows like a river as I fall towards-
Holly.
Holly?
Wolfed out and looking feral.
"Nick!" she cried cuddling my head in her lap. Her crimson eyes burning with concern and dread. I turn to look over her arm, to see a very wolfed out and a very angry Monroe throwing Barry half way across the room.
Damn.
I scramble away from Holly's grip.
"MONROE! NO!" I yell because I am too slow to match his speed as he races over to strike Barry again. Barry 's unconscious.
"STOP! MONROE STOP!" I plead again.
A shiver ran through me as he turns his head.
His entire body fierce and menacing. His dark brown sweater vest barely able to hide the lean taut muscles that constitutes his frame. A maelstrom swirling around his head. This is the Monroe from the half told stories. The one he hated people to see.
I can barely feel my legs move, as I walk up to him. He stands between Barry and me.
"Please" I whisper. "He didn't hurt me"
Monroe's hands start scanning me, his breathing hard in my ear. His claws hot lava as they hover over my flesh. The touches make me ache and wish we could be lovers.
If it wasn't for the surreal aspect of the situation I might have relish the attention for longer. I push him away gently.
"Monroe, I was just teaching Barry some Aikido."
"Barry? Aikido?" Monroe mutters as the words start to sink in. Soulful brown eyes searching my soul.
"He wasn't attacking you?" He said.
"No, why would you even think that, this is a gym" I responded.
"That's what I kept saying! You and Holly should have listened." I turn to see Roddy calmly walk up to us with an agitated Holly.
"Hey Roddy" I said. The slender young man smirked with a raise eyebrow.
"Hey Nick, how's it been?"
I was just about to respond when a large semi furry palm clocks me across the jaw. Never turn your back on a pissed off and fuming Blutbad.
"You narrow sighted, pig headed insensitive idiot! You have been dodging my calls for weeks, barely come over for dinner, blocking your scent with wolfbane and leaving me alone with hormonal teenagers! Holly thought she saw a Jagerbar follow you to the local gym. So excuse me, for mistaking practice, for the real thing!" He exclaim.
I felt like shit as the waves of worry and frustration wash over from him and the kids.
"This whole situation could have been avoided if you told me what you were doing in the first place!"
Strong arms begin shaking me. Holly and Roddy flatting their ears to their head.
"Do you know how worried I've been!" Monroe shouted. As he hugs me close to his chest. "You could have at least told me you wanted to adopt another kid"
My hands curl around his shoulder, as I inhale his woodland scent.
The sweat of his skin dripping with promise of tantalizing sin.
Wait a minute.
Adopt.
Kid.
I look over to see a smirking Roddy help a barely stable Barry whose left hand is rubbing the side of his head. A slightly tense Holly gently grabs my fingers and say
"What's his name?" She whispers.
No. This isn't what it looks like.
He isn't family. I didn't disappear to have another kid.
I just teach him some lessons.
Monroe lets go of me and offers late night cheesecake as an apology.
Holly holds my hand tightly; her touch soothing the Grimm within.
Part 3
"You're still trying to strike me, when the objective is to throw me." I caution Barry.
"I don't get this! What is the point of throwing your opponent, if they can get back up?" Barry exclaim weary.
Six weeks, many phone calls and constant ribbing from the boys about my "fan", found me practicing at the gym with Barry at midnight for our seventh session. After our first session, I had to start wearing wolfbane because Monroe freaked out and thought I was tracking Jagerbars without him. I don't think he believed me when I said wolfbane must be the main ingredient in my new deodorant.
The new distance I put between us felt, weird, almost alien but necessary. I rather die than to let my life put Monroe's new pack in jeopardy.
"Remember, the secret of aikido is to cultivate a spirit of loving protection for all things. The purpose of Aikido is to reduce harm to your opponent and yourself. So I want you to use my momentum against me, to connect our ki and throw me to the ground. Once you learn this technique it will be easier for you to understand how to control yourself around others and to use your strength for a purpose."
Barry rolls his eyes. "Yes Obi-wan, but what is the point of it all" he says sarcastically. I have never felt so bad for all the crap I put Aunt Marie through during my teenage years. I wonder how many times Aunt Marie had to hold herself back from flipping me over her shoulder?
"What do you mean, what is the point of it all, I'm teaching you what it means to be a warrior?"
"Really" He says star struck and humming the theme of Game of Thrones.
Give me strength. I rub my eyes and sigh.
It's been proven; I make a horrible mentor.
I gesture to Barry to sit down on the mat with me.
"Look I love video games and fantasy shows and movies about warriors and ancient times too. But when I say the word 'warrior', I'm not talking about Knight, horses and swords. Do you know the English definition for warrior?" I asked him.
He shakes his head.
"It means "someone willing to engage in battle"
"You don't say?" He says in mock awe "I thought it was someone who sold gingersnaps"
I punch his shoulder softly and continue. Despite the smart mouth I know he is listening.
"You asked me to teach you martial arts and that's what I am trying to do but the thing you have to understand is this, a warrior isn't define by the act of engaging in battles, they are define by why they would do such a stupid thing. I can teach you how to use pressure points and how to throw but if you want to take something away from all this, something profound and awe inspiring. I need you to start figuring out the purpose of our weekly meetings and to open yourself to different philosophies."
I point at his head. "You need to let this grow a little" Barry bit his lower lip.
"So why do you work in law enforcement?" Barry asked.
Quietly I can hear my fourteen-year-old self speak, after the body of the strange little girl from the park was discovered from the middle of the lake that summer. Hollows where brown eyes should have been.
"To protect the innocent," he whispers to my older self.
"To protect the innocent." I say softly to the young man. "Being a cop allows me to act on my desire to help those in need." I blush. "Sounds cheesy huh?" I blush again.
"Totally" he rolls his eyes. "But deep" he punches my shoulder. "And totally Grimm"
I laugh and cringe at his pun. We almost hug when a shiver runs through the both of us. Barry and I have made a strong effort to keep our relationship strictly mentor/protégé. Never eating together or grabbing drinks after the gym. We both jumped up after that, feeling slightly awkward.
"Ok Barry, let's refocus. When I rush you, I want you as the nage, to put one hand on my elbow and the other one on my wrist, putting pressure on the ulnar nerve on my wrist and throw me to the ground. I will use ukemi as I fall." I said as we both fall back into kata stances.
"Begin"
I found myself grinning as I felt his hands connect with my elbow and my body flows like a river as I fall towards-
Holly.
Holly?
Wolfed out and looking feral.
"Nick!" she cried cuddling my head in her lap. Her crimson eyes burning with concern and dread. I turn to look over her arm, to see a very wolfed out and a very angry Monroe throwing Barry half way across the room.
Damn.
I scramble away from Holly's grip.
"MONROE! NO!" I yell because I am too slow to match his speed as he races over to strike Barry again. Barry 's unconscious.
"STOP! MONROE STOP!" I plead again.
A shiver ran through me as he turns his head.
His entire body fierce and menacing. His dark brown sweater vest barely able to hide the lean taut muscles that constitutes his frame. A maelstrom swirling around his head. This is the Monroe from the half told stories. The one he hated people to see.
I can barely feel my legs move, as I walk up to him. He stands between Barry and me.
"Please" I whisper. "He didn't hurt me"
Monroe's hands start scanning me, his breathing hard in my ear. His claws hot lava as they hover over my flesh. The touches make me ache and wish we could be lovers.
If it wasn't for the surreal aspect of the situation I might have relish the attention for longer. I push him away gently.
"Monroe, I was just teaching Barry some Aikido."
"Barry? Aikido?" Monroe mutters as the words start to sink in. Soulful brown eyes searching my soul.
"He wasn't attacking you?" He said.
"No, why would you even think that, this is a gym" I responded.
"That's what I kept saying! You and Holly should have listened." I turn to see Roddy calmly walk up to us with an agitated Holly.
"Hey Roddy" I said. The slender young man smirked with a raise eyebrow.
"Hey Nick, how's it been?"
I was just about to respond when a large semi furry palm clocks me across the jaw. Never turn your back on a pissed off and fuming Blutbad.
"You narrow sighted, pig headed insensitive idiot! You have been dodging my calls for weeks, barely come over for dinner, blocking your scent with wolfbane and leaving me alone with hormonal teenagers! Holly thought she saw a Jagerbar follow you to the local gym. So excuse me, for mistaking practice, for the real thing!" He exclaim.
I felt like shit as the waves of worry and frustration wash over from him and the kids.
"This whole situation could have been avoided if you told me what you were doing in the first place!"
Strong arms begin shaking me. Holly and Roddy flatting their ears to their head.
"Do you know how worried I've been!" Monroe shouted. As he hugs me close to his chest. "You could have at least told me you wanted to adopt another kid"
My hands curl around his shoulder, as I inhale his woodland scent.
The sweat of his skin dripping with promise of tantalizing sin.
Wait a minute.
Adopt.
Kid.
I look over to see a smirking Roddy help a barely stable Barry whose left hand is rubbing the side of his head. A slightly tense Holly gently grabs my fingers and say
"What's his name?" She whispers.
No. This isn't what it looks like.
He isn't family. I didn't disappear to have another kid.
I just teach him some lessons.
Monroe lets go of me and offers late night cheesecake as an apology.
Holly holds my hand tightly; her touch soothing the Grimm within.