Warnings: Contains violence, noncon/discussions thereof, racism/discussions thereof, language, and an extended look into Monroe and Rosalee's past lives together. Particularly triggering segments will be noted.
A/N: This idea came about before the finale of the third season of Grimm, completed as a project for Camp NaNoWriMo July 2014.
Bree Turner, the actress who plays Rosalee, looks very much like a Japanese national the author met while living in Spain, which informed a large portion of this story. I researched as much as I could, and absolutely no offense is intended in the course of the story; however, if something is described or used incorrectly, please let me know and I will fix it.
All characters are property of their respective owners (ie, NBC Universal for most, OCs are mine).
Feedback is appreciated! Please R&R.
Rosalee Calvert stood patiently as her maid of honor, Juliette Silverton, fussed with her veil. Rosalee's sister, DeEtta, had taken their mother, Gloria, down to the ceremony site. Rosalee desperately wanted to pace, expend this excess energy... she smiled slightly. That was Monroe rubbing off on her. She closed her eyes and sighed, imagined him in the suit she'd seen hanging in the closet; he was over six feet tall, lanky but strong. She imagined his dark mass of slightly curly hair slicked back, and his hazel eyes shining, as they often did, with love for her. He was such a big guy, but he really was a big puppy at heart: excitable, loyal, sweet. Unlike any other Blutbad she'd ever met. And he loved her. For all her faults, past and present, he loved her. Her big, sweet goofball fiancé, who, in less than an hour, would be her big, sweet goofball husband.
"There!" Juliette said finally, drawing Rosalee from her thoughts. The redhead held a small mirror up, and Rosalee looked herself over. Her big, dark brown eyes met her reflection's before flitting to her hair, the veil perched within a mass of tight, dark curls. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked like a bride. She smiled.
"How do I look?" she asked quietly. Juliette smiled back widely.
"Perfect. Beautiful." Rosalee gently wiped away her tears, while trying not to ruin her makeup.
"You think he'll like it?" Juliette laughed.
"You know he'd love anything you wore today as long as the two of you were married at the end of the day. I'm sure if you walked down the aisle naked..." Rosalee started laughing.
"If I walked down the aisle naked, he wouldn't go through with the ceremony, because he'd grab me and find the nearest quiet spot to... well, you know..." They giggled together. Rosalee's Fuchsbau nose picked up a new scent. Nick. The Grimm came around the bend, sunglasses perched on his nose. It was a bright, sunny day, and Nick now looked like the most sensible one in the bunch with his sunglasses, which he was wearing to hide his "Grimm woge". Nick pushed the sunglasses up to his forehead to take a better look at the ladies. His eyes settled on his girlfriend for a long moment before he turned his attention to Rosalee with a smile.
"Wow, look at you!" He took Rosalee's hands and looked her over, eyes following the details of Rosalee's dress. The beading sparkled in the sunlight.
"Did Monroe send you to spy on me?" the bride laughed.
"Yeah, he wanted to make sure you were doing okay. So you're not thinking of running away or anything, right?" Rosalee smiled and shook her head, curls bouncing.
"No! I wouldn't do that to him! I'm ready for this! How's he holding up?"
"Wearing a hole in the ground pacing. Or, you know, a normal Saturday. But I'll go let him know you're not..." The rest of Nick's words were drowned out by a large explosion in the direction of the ceremony site. Rosalee woged, soft red and white fox fur covering her features in her surprise, and Nick grabbed Juliette protectively as she shrieked.
"Shit!" Nick growled, taking off running toward the tower of smoke, Rosalee and Juliette following close behind.