Alexander (Grimm) - Oneshot
Alexander has heard about a lot of outrageous requests, but he never thought he’d be a part of this one.
“You’d like me to babysit?”
His face displayed confusion.
Whenever Nick Burkhardt showed up, he almost always expected some kind of chaos. Yet this time the situation seemed less like impending catastrophe.
“Trust me if I had someone else I would ask. We’re about to head on vacation for the next three weeks. I found her and she needs someone who knows about this. You’re a minister now. Since you have a base here in Portland I figured you were the best bet. Plus the council wants us to cooperate right. Grimms and Wesen. This is the perfect place to start.”
When he decided to rebuild the organization, he didn’t really see babysitting as one of the more crucial parts of that.
“I am still confused. What is so special about this woman?”
“Oh, she’s a Grimm. Distant cousin I think.”
He said it so casually and Alexander’s expression just remained blank. This must have been some type of joke.
“Just so I understand your request, you would like me to babysit a Grimm. A possible relative of yours who no doubt could decapitate me at any time.”
Nick shook his head.
“Don’t worry, she’s more of a lover, not a fighter. That’s why I need you to look after her. You don’t have to watch her around the clock. Just, keep an eye on her.”
Alexander still didn’t look enthusiastic.
“Anyway, thanks again.”
Nick went rushing out the room and Alexander followed, only to be blocked by a woman that was now peering at him curiously. He caught the end of Nick’s jacket as he rushed to the staircase. Alexander growled inwardly.
“Burkhardt.”
He was clearly displeased. His eyes moved back to the very reason for his annoyance.
You blinked, wearing a small smile.
“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N) Reinhardt. You must be Alexander.”
He could already feel the migraine forming.
Despite his displeasure with the situation, he did as Nick asked. After all, he had stopped a revolution. The least he could do was do this simple task. Alexander wrote down the address for both his office and home. Handing it to you. Since Rosalee, Monroe and the rest of Nick’s crew were off to vacation, he couldn’t exactly ask for a hand. So he gave you his number.
“This is my main office. If you need anything, you’re free to stop by. I cannot bodyguard you everyday, so I encourage you to avoid placing yourself in situations where you will be a target for Wesen.”
“I won’t have to fight, right? Wesen I mean.”
He thought it was a joke, but you seemed generally concerned at the thought.
“You’ve never fought a wesen before?”
“What! Of course not! Why would I go around beating up random people? Do I look like a psycho?”
He had half the mind to tell you that your ancestors did in fact run around decapitating his kind. But from your anxiety of just fighting one, he figured the idea of death might just make you faint. He didn’t need the extra work.
“Where do you work?”
You perked up.
“At the vet. I love animals. I’m interning. I’m hoping one day to open my own clinic.”
The way your face lit up almost made him forget that you were a descendant of trained killers.
“Give me your address. Burkhardt would be disappointed if he returned and I’d failed at something so simple.”
You nodded, giving him the necessary information.
“So you’re pretty important huh? Nick said you were some kind of minister. Also this Wesen Council I’m assuming is filled with just Wesen. What do you guys do exactly? How many Wesen are there in the world? Are there more like you? Does it hurt when you woge? It looks like it hurts.”
With every question he could feel a notch of his patience slip away. Surely if his ancestors could see him now they would be rolling in their graves.
“I have to go. Call me if you have any questions.”
He just walked away and you shrugged, heading back to your day job.
For the first week, nothing spectacular happened. You would stop by the office after you got off your shift and just ask him a long list of questions. Luckily he’d learned to multitask, so he still got his work done. But your presence was still very much a distraction. Especially when you showed up unannounced and he had to deal with..
“A GRIMM!!”
The scream echoed throughout the building and he heard a crash from the hallway. His instinct was to rush to you to explain the situation. Most of the ministers were aware of the union, but many of the employees still had a hard time adjusting. He broke the corner just in time to see you scrambling in his direction.
He intended to lecture you for being careless, but you ran right into his chest, holding onto him desperately. He didn’t realize until he looked down that you were crying. It took him a second to gather himself and when he pulled you back, there was a scratch on your cheek, the blood running down. You looked absolutely terrified and he felt anger bubble in his chest when he saw your attacker follow after.
“Benjamin!”
Alexander’s tone was firm, and you moved behind him when you saw the man who’d attacked you. He was still woge.
A balam.
He changed back when he heard the call, stopping right in front of Alexander.
“S-She’s a Grimm!”
“I am aware. I’m sure you’ve been briefed. If not I insist that you become more acquainted with the policies. Burkhardt and any others associated with him are our allies. Any harm to her will result in unsavory consequences.” Alexander’s eyes glowed and Benjamin swallowed, taking a step back.
“I-I apologize sir. It won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t.”
Nothing else was said. Benjamin casted a look in your direction before he nodded, turning and walking away. Once his form disappeared, Alexander turned to you fully.
“I informed you that whenever you come you must let me know in advance. It’s dangerous for you even here. We were once infiltrated by extremists. I’ve been diligent about the individuals within the organization but we can’t get reckless.”
You still looked shaken, but you nodded.
“Y-Yes. I-I’m sorry. I should have called.”
You were still holding onto his sleeve and he noticed that your entire body was shaking. He couldn’t help but observe how different you were from what he expected. They were always told that Grimms were to be feared. They lacked nothing. They were strong, ambitious, driven and dangerous. Not to ever be taken lightly.
Without compassion.
After meeting Nick, he realized that those previous claims were wrong. But with you, it seemed to instill just that. Above all else, Grimms were still people. Like all of them. Even more so with you. Your knowledge of their world was vague, if even that. He never thought he’d be responsible for protecting the very thing he was taught to fear.
“Reinhardt.”
You looked up at him shakily and he felt sympathetic at how scared you truly were. That had obviously been your first aggressive encounter with a Wesen.
“I gave Burkhardt my word, I will protect you.”
Your eyes held a certain type of vulnerability. As you looked at him, he saw it, the trust you’d placed in him. You nodded, and he intended to carry you to clean the cut, but you hugged him again and he froze.
“Thank you.”
Your hands were wrapped around him, and he couldn’t get his body to move. He just stood there, feeling a bit strange at the warmth that ran through his chest as you held him. Before he realized it, he was returning the embrace.
He didn't dwell on it.
The second week it was much more calm.
You always sent a text before you showed up and he made a habit of meeting you in the lobby to ensure no more scuffles happened. It seemed that after the encounter you became somewhat glued to his side. You still badgered him with questions, but whenever you looked at him, there was a twinkle in your eyes he wasn’t fully familiar with.
At least not from a Grimm.
“So you’re Wesen too right? What kind?”
He was filling out a document when you asked the question.
“I am Pflichttreue.”
You straightened in your seat.
“Loyal, dutiful, ambitious.”
The way you listed it off sounded like something you recited from a book. He looked up and you smiled awkwardly.
“Sorry. I’ve been reading the books. I got a few from my grandmother along with a lot of other stuff. I always thought they were just artifacts. I guess there was more to it than that.”
He’d heard of Grimm collections. He could only imagine what some people would do to get their hands on that.
“You should place those items in a secure place. Some Wesen would kill to obtain or destroy those items."
You smiled.
“Don’t worry, they're safe. Nick told me the same thing.”
You half expected him to ask you where these books were, but instead he’d warned you to keep them safe.
“You’re a pretty nice guy aren't you Alexander. Most people would have just pretended to do this, but you’ve been looking out for me. I appreciate it.”
You were fiddling with your sleeve. He caught the action.
“I know by Grimm standards I’m pretty much a disappointment. I’ve seen Nick and Trubel. They're both strong and fearless. I admire them and I get why they do what they do but I..I still don’t get why Wesen and Grimms have to be enemies. Can’t we all just get along?”
The question was not one he’d fully considered. If he hadn’t met Nick he would still be on the opposite side of things. Grimms were the only beings on earth capable of seeing past the mask. That’s why they were dangerous.
He’d like to say that the Grimms were the villains of the stories, but they weren’t completely at fault. There were Wesen out there that were merciless. Some that needed the fear of someone that could stand up to them. No one involved was without blame. You were still new to all that came with your abilities, so he expected such a naive point of view.
“In this world there is good and evil. It is often hard to distinguish between which side we are on. Are the Grimms right for eradicating Wesen? Are we wrong for living up to our true natures? There is too much to account for. Too much that the world cannot control. All we can truly do is survive.”
From the way your face fell, that clearly wasn’t the answer you wanted. At the moment, he couldn’t provide much more.
Week three he was the one who stopped by your place of work. He hadn’t seen you for three days. Although you texted that you were alright, he needed to verify. Just for a piece of mind. Walking in, he asked to see you. Sitting patiently he waited with some other customers. When you walked out wearing scrubs, he could see your surprise at his visit.
“Alexander?”
“Ms. Reinhardt, are you free for lunch, I would like to treat you.”
You looked hesitant, but you still agreed.
“I get a break in ten minutes. Do you mind waiting?”
He shook his head.
“Okay, I’ll be out soon.”
You were heading back and he watched you go. There was something in his gut that twisted at the sight of you disappearing into the other room. He didn’t understand why his stomach churned at the idea of you away from him. Maybe it was his duty to the promise he made. He tried not to dwell on it as he took a seat, waiting.
On cue, ten minutes later you were dressed more casually, purse in hand. You smiled at the receptionist as you left for your break. Alexander followed at your side.
The trip to the cafe nearby was quiet. He couldn’t read why you seemed less cheery than usual. There was an almost sullen atmosphere around you. Before you could step inside he took your wrist, leading you to the side, out of earshot of others.
“Has something happened?”
You just shook your head.
“Nothing happened, everything is fine.”
You managed a smile, but he could see the sadness behind it. He couldn’t understand the reason.
“If that is true, then why are you distant? Why do you seem sad?”
You swallow. It seems you were struggling to keep up the facade you were trying so hard to maintain. Your lips quivered. It finally looked like too much for you to hide.
“D-Do you hate me Alexander?”
He was puzzled.
“Where is this coming from, I do not understand why you would-”
“Do you hate me!”
This time you were yelling and a woman that passed by stared. He was lost, completely and utterly lost. When he saw the tears begin to form in your eyes, he felt defeated. Why did any personal feelings he had for you matter?
His only job was to watch you until Burkhardt came back. That was all. His like or dislike should not even be a factor yet..watching you so hurt at the idea of him hating you did something to him. He could almost feel your pain.
He took your shoulders gently and you looked up at him.
“I do not hate you.”
It was the most honest he’d been with himself in ages. There was instant relief in your eyes.
“Really..”
Alexander nodded.
“There is nothing in this world that would make me hate someone as compassionate as you.”
He meant it too. Maybe it was due to how different we were compared to the stories and assumptions that he heard. Possibly the way you looked at him. Like he wasn’t some soldier, or an assassin, or even a minister fighting for a world of peace among Wesen. You didn’t see those attributes. To you, everyone was just a person. Not the beast that was hidden. But souls that deserved to have everything, regardless of how different they were.
“Do you hate me?”
You shook your head immediately, and he found himself smiling. There was also the aspect of your honesty. How easy it was to read you. How transparent you were with him.
“I am glad.”
For the time being, that felt like enough.
At the end of week four, Nick had returned and expressed his thanks. He was pleased that you were safe and seemed generally more sure of your place given the situation. Alexander knew then that there was really no reason for him to continue to see you. That’s why he didn’t understand why he was now standing in Rosalee’s shop, hoping to see you.
“Alexander? What’s wrong?”
Nick looked ready for just about any terrible news and Alexander laughed internally at the irony. His reaction had been quite the same when he came in unexpectedly.
Monroe and Rosalee came out of the back room, and when he saw you follow behind with a smile on your face, he felt instant relief. He hadn’t seen you for a while since Nick returned and he realized at that moment that he’d gotten used to you coming to his office. Asking him questions. Making observations.
You looked over when you saw him, surprise rushing over your features.
“Alexander, is something wrong?”
He moved to your side, shaking his head. He realized then why he had been having such reactions to you. His focus on his work and need to carry out his duties had left him oblivious to how quickly his feelings for you had started to change.
How easily he’d fallen for you.
“I needed to see you.”
You tilt your head and Nick seems just as curious.
“Why?”
He just smiled.
“Because I cannot seem to stop thinking about you Ms. Reinhardt.”
The admission took a minute to sink in, but when it did, heat rushed to your cheeks like the eruption of a volcano. You were blushing and stuttering incoherently and his smile just grew wider. Monroe and Nick looked a bit awkward, and Rosalee just wore a soft smile at the very sweet moment.
“W-We’ll just leave you two alone.” Monroe blurted, taking Rosalee’s hand. Nick nodded, making a sharp turn following him into the backroom. The double doors closed, but it did nothing to stop the flush on your face.
“I apologize if I am being too forward.”
You shook your head bashfully.
“I-It’s okay. I appreciate the honesty.”
Your voice was somewhat small. Alexander took a step forward and you could feel the quick increase of your pulse. You seem to truly process just how tall he was compared to you. His stature, his values, those eyes..you were weak.
“I would very much like to see you often, not out of an obligation, but a choice. One I hope that you share.”
You nod, because you wanted nothing more than to see him. Be with him. The fact that he was standing here making such a request meant more to you than he’ll ever know.
“I..I want that too..”
You caught the quick flash in his eyes and you swallow. Alexander smirked.
“Would it be too bold of me to make another request?”
You were so distracted by his eyes that you barely processed the question.
“A request..”
It was a mutter.
Alexander nodded, hand lifting as he placed it delicately on your cheek. You all but held your breath when his thumb brushed your lower lip. Before you could think of a response, he leaned in. The softness of his lips felt almost illegal. He shouldn’t have tasted so good, smelled so heavenly.
You pulled in a sharp breath through your nose and his hand moved to your waist, pulling you slightly off the ground and flushed to his body. Your fingers flattened against his suit, relishing in the feel of muscle. You always suspected there was something that his neat tailored suits covered up.
Your hands reached up, wrapping around his neck as you returned his kiss with equal amount of passion. Your hands went from feeling to grabbing. Alexander groaned and you moaned yourself when your back knocked into a shelf. A few of the bottles jingled, but neither of you pulled away.
You were pawing at his body, and he was doing quite the same. This time you were the one who pushed and Alexander grinned into the kiss, just as he knocked a bottle to the floor. You were trying to push his suit jacket off his body when Nick and the others walked into the room to find out what the commotion was.
“H-Hey! No sex in the shop!!” Monroe yelled.
Neither of you responded, still kissing feverishly as another bottle hit the floor. Nick winced. Both at the sight of both of you going at it like teenagers and the damage to Rosalee’s shop. Monroe turned back to Nick.
“You’re paying for this.”
“Why me!!”
“Because you’re the one who did this!”
He pointed to the both of you, still making out shamelessly.
Nick scratched the back of his head.
In hindsight, he made a pretty good cupid.
