You’d been warned about getting involved with Meisner. He’s mission oriented, dedicated to the cause, focused. There’s no room for anything else, for anybody else.
“You scratch an itch.” Sebastian had told you late one night when you were collating the intelligence reports. “He’ll never he able to love you.”
He’s right, you know he is because the name that Meisner calls when he’s fucking you it isn’t yours. It’s hers. The woman he’s fighting for, the one he’s mourning.
It’s why he slips from your sheets in the aftermath, why he won’t look at you, speak to you.
“You don’t realise how much you look like her.” Sebastian says as he drops down into the seat beside you and opens his wallet. The picture he pulls out is creased and faded, it comes from an old polaroid camera. It’s an image of the three of them, Sebastian, Meisner and her, Lyra, the woman he’d thought he was going to marry. “My sister was the love of his life, I’m sorry but he’s never gotten over her death.”
The two of you are similar, the eyes, the lips, the hair…
Yours is a little longer but the colouring is the same. He likes to run his fingers through it as he kisses you, tug it just a little at the height of climax because it makes you moan like a whore.
Now you know it’s not just something you like, she must have liked it as well.
His Lyra, the woman you can never replace.
You leave that night, your duffle bag slung over your shoulder as you slip the note underneath his door.
Warnings/notes: Some short Meisner, requested by anon. I changed up the request a little bit, and I haven’t actually read through it so it probably sucks. But I hope you enjoy, and keep sending Grimm requests, preferably romantic!
Wordcount: 1379
Summary: You’re dating Meisner and Trubel teases you both that you treat her like your daughter, the morning takes a bit of an unexpected turn.
Ever since you and Meisner moved in together, Trubel had been spending more time at your shared apartment than she did at Nick and Adalind’s. You didn’t mind, of course. You knew that she was close with your boyfriend and you had taken a liking to her, too. But now you felt responsible for her, you and Meisner both, and it could get a bit overwhelming at times, seeing as she wasn’t the most… obedient of people.
You didn’t know when it happened, but you and Meisner had both followed in Nick’s footsteps of feeling like you owed it to take care of the younger girl, and in situations when that need grew a little stronger than it usually did, it could end in one of three ways.
One, Trubel got pissed off about the fact that you were constantly trying to control her life, what she was doing and who she was doing it with. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence when you tried to talk her out of something that could put her in a potentially dangerous spot.
If this didn’t happen, although rarely, she could actually be understanding of your worry for her and agree to compensate a little bit so that she would still be able to do what she was originally planning, all while you and Meisner would be able to feel like she was safe.
As for the third and most normally occurring outcome, Trubel would simply smirk and tease you to no end about the fact that you more or less treated her like parents would their own child. Today was one of those day, as you were trying to talk her out of something like you did every other day.
“I still don’t understand how Nick can be so calm about this.” You threw your arms out in exasperation as you rounded the kitchen island, wiping your hands on a kitchen towel.
Trubel snorted from her seat at the island, her mouth full of eggs. “Because he trusts me and knows I can handle myself, that’s why.”
“It’s not that we don’t know you can handle yourself.” Meisner protested as he joined your side, his hand coming to rest on the small on your back. “But this is a group of Gelumcaedus we’re talking about. We have no idea how many they are, and you’re going into their lair. Without backup.”
“That’s exactly why I’m going there!” Trubel stated loudly, all while chewing loudly. “To check their number so that Nick and Monroe know what to expect when going in for the kill.”
You couldn’t help but scoff and shake your head at that. “I love Nick, but why he keeps bringing you in on his cases is beyond me. One day you’re going to end up getting hurt, and we’ll be left behind to deal with it.”
Rolling her eyes, Trubel kicked her legs off the chair in front of her and sat up straight. “Would it make you feel better if I took Bud with me?”
“Are you kidding me?” Meisner joined in from your side in a pissed off tone. “They would be able to smell him miles away!”
Trubel turned to look at him, crossing her arms. “And they won’t be able to smell me, anyways?”
“That’s exactly the point we’re trying to make.” You groaned, hitting your palm to your forehead in frustration. “You shouldn’t go there without Monroe or Nick. At least they can fight, no offence to Bud.”
Trubel opened her mouth to speak, but Meisner held up a finger to shush her. “Before you say we don’t think you can fight, we know you can. But it’s too dangerous this time.”
The young Grimm rolled her eyes once more, standing up with a very exaggerated sigh and slapping her hands to her thighs. “Alright, you know what?” She asked, plastering on a very forced smile. “I’ll go over to Nick’s and tell him my parents won’t let me go alone.”
This time it was your time to roll your eyes, while Meisner sighed from beside you. “Again with the parent-jokes?” He asked in a tired voice, causing her to laugh.
“What?” She asked, teasing you with a smirk. “You literally act like you’re my parents and I’m your teenage kid going through her rebel phase in life. People wouldn’t be able to tall the difference.”
Snorting, you rolled up the towel you were still holding onto and smacked it to her leg, nodding to the door. “Just go.” You instructed, shaking your head fondly with a small smile playing on your lips. “And not alone.” You pointed a finger to her.
She rolled her eyes for a third time but nonetheless gave you a nod. “Not alone, got it.” She turned around and steered her legs toward the front door, throwing her hand up in a kind of wave. “See you at dinner.”
“I don’t want a single strand on hair on your head touched when you get back!” You yelled after her, but she was already out in the hallways, the front door slamming shut seconds later.
You shook your head with a fond smile, letting out a long sigh. Suddenly, you felt Meisner pull you in closer, pressing your back into his chest and leaning his head into your neck to carefully place a kiss on the sensitive skin.
Your eyes fell closed at the feeling and you put the towel on the kitchen island in order to grab ahold of his forearms as they came to wrap around you securely. You chuckled lightly as you felt him take in a breath on the crook of your neck, the small action tickling you.
“So, how about it, huh?” His voice came, muffled from his face being pressed against your skin and still laced with sleep.
You smiled, humming at the feeling of the kisses he was peppering down your exposed shoulder, one of his hands coming up to move your hair away to better be able to reach your special spots. Frisky behavior like this wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary when it came to Meisner, but it made you melt inside every time.
Of course, he always waited for Trubel to leave before latching onto you like the big teddybear he was.
“What about what?” You hummed, running your thumb over the skin of his muscular forearm, your chest fluttering with the familiar feeling of his warmth rushing over you.
Meisner hummed back, his voice sending vibrations through your neck and causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Parents.” He mumbled back. “Us, being parents.” He clarified.
The second the words left his lips, your eyes were wide open again and you quickly whipped your head around to look at him with a wide smile. “Really?” You asked, maybe a little too quickly. But you couldn’t help but to be excited.
You knew how good Meisner was with kids, after seeing him look after both Diana and Kelly on more than several occasions. But he had never, never, brought up the subject of having children of your own.
You had always wanted kids, but you weren’t one to openly talk about it in fear of making Meisner uncomfortable, seeing as you had never gotten it clear on where he stood on the matter. But now that he actually seemed to be showing interest in it, you couldn’t contain the giddiness raising in your chest.
“Why not?” He asked you back, proceeding to turn you around by your arms, taking you into a firm embrace. “Now that Black Claw is gone, and things are relatively calm in Portland, maybe it would be nice. A family of our own.”
Your smile widened, reaching all the way up to your eyes. “I mean, we’re not getting any younger.” You agreed, trailing a finger down his bare chest. “But if you didn’t hear Trubel on her way out, we already have a kid.”
Meisner chuckled, raising his hands to cradle your face, pulling you closer to his. “Well, I think we’ll be able to handle two of them.”
You smiled, before being brought in by a kiss, slowly but surely being backed away in the direction of the bedroom for a very nice morning.
