It'd be daft of me to cry (Currently Editing)

It'd be daft of me to cry

"Nick Burkdhardt, a wonderfull person and an even better cop..he will forever be remembered as a hero"

Captain Renard's voice rang out on the tv as sobs from Nick's freind are muffled by a distrought Hank.

Monroe couldnt even comprehend what he heard, He dropped the watch he was repairing-something he would normally never do-in disbelief, But quickly picked it up....

Standing up

He just had to stand up

Get a cup of coffee.

He was tired.

He was halluinating.

yeahh thats what it was

it was his meds he was taking.

'hallucinating that your crimminally attractive best friend is dead'

something like that..

he definitely remembers reading something like that, he was starting to hyperventilate, The beast inside was starting to get out, he was angry, confused, the beast wanted what it called answers.
And that scared him.

The Night Before💚

Nick had come over 5 times that day he said it was because a case he was working that looked like a blutbad, but this time was different something about his demeanor had changed, his hair was ruffled but Monroe can pin that on the wind if he really wanted to investigate Nick's appearance, if he had the strength to do that.
All Monroe could think about was how peculiar Nick's scent was how it snuck into Every crevice of his apartment even into his drink like Nick was secretly taking drinks of his while he wasn't looking, and the funny thing, the thing that made him laugh was that it wasn't unrecognizable it wasn't like the other Grimms or at least how his parents told him they smelled like, he smelled like shitty green apple shampoo and blueberry muffins, not even fresh ones but the two day old ones they have at McDonald's, like that's the only thing he eats.

He almost feels bad for the beast inside him, the beast howls every time Nick needs his help.

"i need you Monroe"

"you're the only one i trust with this"

And holy shit
the beast roars in his ear:

"he needs you, he wants you"

"he wants to be apart of your pack"

"he's scenting you, claiming you on purpose"

he has to resist them every time, but every time it gets harder and harder to resist.
To wash out his scent from the crevices of his shitty couch cushions, from his coffee mug.
And even then he scents back
Claims Nick as his own
Without even realizing too
Every time he helps nick, every time he has dinner with him, every time he picks up his phone or opens his door to the Grimm.
He claims him back
And that fucking scares him
Because a pack of two is so fucking close to being mates and he cant deal with those feelings right now.
He shouldn't have to deal with those feelings. Shame clouded his thoughts and he zoned out, a hand to his lips like he was about to say something.

Nick picks up on a lost-in-thought Monroe and clears his throat setting his empty bottle down on the table he sat at.

"what's going on up there?"

he says softly looking up into his eyes as Monroe realizes where his head is at and chuckles nervously.

"nothing much" he shrugs.

nick checks his watch, the watch Monroe gave him for his birthday, and sighs "i got to go Moony, Juliette is making spaghetti, you know how she is when i don't eat." he says as he licks his lips grabbing his jacket. "don't wait up" he winks and grabs his keys off the table.

Monroe bites his lip holding back a number of things he wants to say.

"have a good night" he settles for, putting on a smile as Nick walks out the door.....

That was the last time he saw Nick
And the police don't know
And he doesn't even know where to begin to open that can of worms.

Now💚

This had to be a dream he thought as he started pacing
He went into his kitchen and opened his back door the fresh air calming him only for a moment
This is a dream he thought still in disbelief.
But no..
the more he thought the more his thoughts swam with the dream he had that night of a porcelain doll being shattered to bits by a hooded figure while he watched on in horror like he was chained to a wall or frozen in place, he woke up with tears streaming down his face like his body knew what was going to happen.

he needed to see a vet, he knew where to go but didn't know if he wanted to