Inspired by a prompt on the Grimm Kink Meme that basically wanted the Grimm gang in The Hangover (I'm posting at the end because spoilers). It killed my writer's block at any rate, so here we go...

Characters and concepts are not mine, I'm just borrowing them. I promise I will return them (mostly) none the worse for wear.

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of emotional abuse and domestic violence (female on male/ Abusive!Juliette); Drug and alcohol use/abuse; Language; Non-explicit references to sex and sexual situations. Possible whump, possible dubcon.

Nick packed the last of his things in the suitcase, going over his mental checklist one more time. Monroe and Rosalee were getting married in two weeks, and in order to avoid any problems, the bachelor and bachelorette parties were happening this weekend. Monroe told the guys the girls were going down to Disneyland. Nick looked up as he heard Juliette enter. She watched him with an icy stare he's grown used to.

"Did you remember everything? This isn't going to be like that time we went to San Diego and you forgot to pack underwear like an idiot, is it?" Nick shook his head. Since her amnesia episode, she's become very controlling and doesn't hesitate to drag out dirty laundry like blackmail. She's taken control of his finances, his e-mail, his phone; she claims he owes it to her after keeping his Grimm status from her for so long. She says it'll keep him safe. Nick feels like he deserves it, so he tries not to complain too much... however, he finds himself begging for overtime, just to have some time away from her. The Captain has been very good about granting it, and will often stay and talk to Nick about his cases. It was good to have the Royal on his side at any rate. But lately, Nick finds his mind wandering, thinking about the man with the impeccably pressed suits... and whether or not he would admit it, he wondered what the Captain looked like underneath... He was also spending a decent amount of time with his boss as Monroe and Rosalee had surprised many people asking Renard to be a groomsman. They confided in the Captain and Nick that they felt the extra protection would be helpful, considering how much ill-will was suddenly spilling forth from all directions toward their mixed-species marriage.

"So what are the rules again?" Nick rolled his eyes.

"No sex, no drugs, minimal drinking..."

"And you'll text me and let me know what's happening periodically, right?" Nick sighed and Juliette raiseed her eyebrows.

"Yes, ma'am." Nick looked at his phone, and tried not to let his relief show outwardly. Hank would be on his way to pick him up soon.

"Don't do anything stupid."

"No, ma'am."

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About 15 minutes later, Nick and Hank pulled up outside Monroe and Rosalee's house. Renard volunteered to drive to the airport and keep his car there, and his sleek, expensive black sports car was already parked on the curb. Nick saw Bud talking to his wife, Phoebe, kissing her on the cheek before she drove away. Hank, Nick, and Bud greeted each other and Nick knocked on the door. Rosalee answered, looking a little frazzled. She smiled slightly as she let them in.

"Hi, guys..." Rosalee was not enjoying the wedding planning process at all. After the incident with Monroe's parents and feeling forced to ask her sister DeEtta to be maid of honor, Rosalee seemed to be on autopilot, throwing herself into her work and only making wedding-related decisions under extreme duress with a lot of support from Monroe. Nick felt badly, because he felt she deserved a fairy tale wedding after everything she'd been through; Monroe was more than proving he was a knight in shining armor disguised as a geek in flannel, and Nick was hoping with all he had that they would get their happy ending. She motioned into the living room, where Renard was talking on the phone, looking very suave in a nice suit as Monroe was looking something up on his phone.

"Oh, you can? That is absolutely wonderful! No, thank you, sir. Yes. Indeed. Thank you." Renard hung up, smiling up at the much larger Blutbad. "Done." Monroe's face broke into a huge smile, as if Renard had informed him that Christmas and Halloween would now both come twice a year.

"REALLY? Oh my God, you are awesome!" He hugged the Royal, who awkwardly clapped his shoulder. When they parted, they turned to the other men. "We're having dinner at Picasso!"

"Oh wow, honey!" Rosalee purred, taking her husband's hand. "I know you wanted to go there so badly." Monroe wrapped his bride-to-be in a tight hug and nuzzled her forehead.

"I'll test it, and if it's worthy of you, I'll take you sometime. I promise." She sighed, and Nick could see her starting to burrow into his chest; Fuchsbau often burrow when scared or stressed, and Monroe must have felt it as well, as he gently pulled her off. "Honey, it'll be fine." He took her hand in his. "I want you to relax and have fun, okay? It'll be fine." She nodded, and the two shared a smile. "Have fun at Disneyland," Monroe said with a strange lilt to his voice that made both of them start laughing.

"You, too." They kissed, and Monroe grabbed the handle of his small suitcase.

"Alright, gentlemen, shall we?" With one more kiss and a wink to his lady love, Monroe led the charge out the door to Renard's waiting vehicle.

There will be more soon, I promise! Please R&R!